Lies by dream_boat

Rating: NC17
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 11/04/2005
Last Updated: 11/04/2005
Status: Completed

"Harry lay motionless, the movements of his shallow breathing barely noticeable. Looking
down on his frail figure, Hermione allowed the first tears to leak from her eyes. Bowing her head,
she rested her face in her palms and cried silently... " [Will Harry survive his defeat of
Voldemort? Hmm?]




1. Chapter One
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**DISCLAIMER:** JKR owns the characters in this story.

**Note:** Well, I've been on a writing hiatus lately. I haven't written much in the
past couple of weeks. So this might be rusty. Oh it starts out so dark and lovely…and I ended up
making it such a sugary piece of fluff! Oh well, I tried. I just can't write darkness I guess.
Sorry it's short! But damn, writing this one gave me the vapors! Ha! Hope you enjoy…


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She stepped into the Hospital Wing only to be enshrouded in darkness. Closing the door softly
behind her, she stood watching as shadows danced across the tall windows. When her eyes had
adjusted, she spotted him. She gathered her crutches tightly under her arms and made measured and
tentative steps towards his bed. She left the crutches to balance on top of a nearby chair as she
pulled herself up to sit beside his pale form.

Harry lay motionless, the movements of his shallow breathing barely noticeable. Looking down on
his frail figure Hermione allowed the first tears to leak from her eyes. Bowing her head, she
rested her face in her palms and cried silently. Soft sobs shook her body. Her mind, for once, was
exhausted.

A soft whisper brought her back to her senses and she looked down to see Harry's vibrant
green eyes looking back at her. His lips parted, attempting to form words. She wiped at her face
hastily and bent closer to listen. When her face was inches from his, he slowly reached a bruised
hand to her face and whispered, “I..m-missed…you.” His voice was shaky and strained.

Her lips cracked into a strained smile as she placed her hand over his and replied, “I missed
you too, Harry.” For a moment, there were only the sounds of his labored breathing. Then, he moved
his hand to her neck and gently pulled her face closer to his. Their lips met lightly and briefly,
almost chastely. Hermione's insides trembled with fear and doubt. She had kissed him once
before, but…

“What was that for, Harry?”

He brushed a strand of hair from her face and searched her eyes, his breath suddenly coming out
in ragged heaves. Hermione's body tensed, wondering whether she should call for Madam Pomfrey.
But then the strain of his breathing subsided and settled back to its normal rhythm. He moved his
hand back to her neck where it caressed the soft skin below her jaw line. She closed her eyes and
rested her forehead against Harry's. “I…I lied,” he whispered.

“Hmm? Lied about what, Harry?” Her lips quivered as she attempted to hold back her whimpers of
distress.

“When…w-hen I...said I…that I didn't…love you.”

Hermione's eyes, instead of blinking open in surprise, shut tighter as more tears squeezed
through, “Why?”

“S-scared…Voldemort…” Small coughs hitched in his chest. When they abated, he continued,
“He…would have f-found out. Hurt…you.”

“Oh Harry!” she cried, burying her face against his neck. He draped a limp arm across her lower
back, letting her sob against him. After a few moments he lifted both hands to her face and pulled
her away from his neck to look at her. Her eyes were lost in his before they turned their attention
to his lips. She traced her finger over them as tears dripped from her eyes onto his chin. He
pulled her towards him once more and captured her lips with his. Nothing held them back this
time…no evil Dark Lord…no prising eyes…

Hermione fed hungrily on his lips, clutching the front of his pajamas in both fists. Then need
to be closer to him, to press against him and absorb his warmth, was so overpowering she feared she
might smother him in his fragile state. That's when the sudden reality of it all overcame her
and she pulled away from him. Harry was barely clinging to life here in the Hospital Wing, his
defeat of Voldemort had weakened him severely. Before she could gather her wits Harry whispered,
“Don't stop…p-please.”

She dipped down and pressed her mouth to his again, sliding her tongue over his lips. His mouth
opened readily and Hermione moaned as she felt the warmth of his tongue against hers. Her whole
body trembled as Harry reached for the hem of her shirt and began tugging it upward. The feel of
his fingers as the glided across her bare flesh sent shivers and goose bumps over her entire
body.

Somehow, the pain in her leg went unnoticed as she climbed further onto the bed to straddle
Harry's body. His lips wandered ravenously to her neck as she busied herself with the buttons
of his top, her breasts spilling slightly from her bra as she bent about her work. Once unbuttoned,
Hermione's mouth moved to Harry's exposed chest, paying special attention to each scar and
burn he'd recently acquired. His hand wove its way into her tangle of hair, which was now
spreading across his chest in a spider web of chestnut curls.

A new spark awoke in Harry's emerald eyes as he watched Hermione unfasten her bra, letting
it fall over the side of the small bed. He pulled her to him, needing to feel the softness of her
skin and the hardness of her nipples against his chest. As her hot mouth explored his ear, her
tongue teasing his earlobe, he felt a new strength revived into his body.

In the next moments, Hermione made quick work of their remaining bottoms. Her mild shock was
apparent as his erection sprung free. Before she knew what was happening, she had taken all of him
inside of her. She winced mildly at the pain, which soon vanished when Harry's hands began to
caress her thighs. In movements that could only be described as primitive, she began rocking her
hips up on down across Harry's length. Moving him in and out of her heated depths, she moaned
at the mounting feelings of pleasure.

Soon, her movements became erratic as her inner walls began clenching around him. She threw her
head back letting spasms of pleasure swell from her wet center. Harry gripped her hips tighter,
using all of his strength to thrust deep within her. Watching ecstasy overwhelm Hermione, her head
thrown back, droplets of sweat beading down her chest…Harry lost control and emptied himself,
burying his shaft within her.

Hermione collapsed, crying his name as she buried her face against his chest.

Soon, she was nestled beside him under the thin cotton sheets. She nuzzled his neck with her
nose and draped one arm across his chest. He pulled her tightly against his side and pressed his
lips to the top of her head.

“I'm sorry I lied…I love you.”

“I love you too, Harry,” she purred as her hands caressed his chest lightly. Suddenly, she sat
up and yanked the blanket away from Harry's chest, exposing her own in the process. “Harry!
Your scars!” Harry, tearing his eyes away from his newly discovered treasure that were Hermione
Granger's magnificent pair of breasts, looked down as his own chest. Hermione's hand was
rubbing it where the marks from his fight with Voldemort had been. They were gone. Healed.

Hermione's eyes met Harry's as a mischievous grin formed on her lips, “Feeling better
then?” She leaned over and gave his lips a light kiss.

“Yes, thank you. I should inform Madam Pomfrey of your excellent healing skills,” he kissed her
back, “And I must say…you taste,” another kiss, “much better,” another kiss, “than your nasty
Polyjuice Potion.”


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((((**Also**: I didn't proof read. Sorry if there are mistakes.))))

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