Story: War
Chapter: 7
Rating of Chapter: R
Thanks: Thanks to Cheryl and Muirnin for their continuous support and help with this fic.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. The only things I own are the plot, any characters, spells etc that you do not recognize.
Author Notes: Thanks for all the reviews I really appreciate them. I was surprised none of you mentioned the inclusion of Pumpkin Pie in the last chapter.
Chapter 7: Soulfire
Harry crawled off the end of his bed in the hospital wing. Hermione was still fast asleep in her armchair, and Harry guessed that she was in a deep sleep, as she didn't move when he shouted out her name after his dream.
(Song Lyrics - 12 Stones - Soulfire)
Every morning as I wake to another day
I bow my head hit my knees and I begin to pray
I search for answers that I wonder if I'll ever find
Running circles in the mazes deep inside my mind
You always take me to a higher level
Show something that's deep inside
You show me things I never knew
You push me you pull me
You set my soul on fire
You take me so much higher
Higher again
Thank you for it all
Everyday living this life not knowing what it means
Consolation from above fulfilling all my dreams
And as I look across the crowd in their eyes I see
All their troubles and their pain staring back at me
You always take me to a higher level
You show me something that's deep inside
You show me things I never knew
You push me you pull me
You always give the best for me
Lift your hands high right where I can see
You always give the best for me
Lift your hands high right where I can see
He decided to leave her to sleep, and he crept back onto his bed. Unfortunately the beds were a little old, so it let out a humongous squeak, causing a startled Hermione to wake up. "Harry," she exclaimed, bounding up to him and hugging him tightly. "How are you?" she asked, breaking the hug to sit down next to him.
"A bit of a headache, but other than that I'm fine. I can't even remember what happened."
"Well Draco came to get Madam Pomfrey, he told her that he found you unconscious under the Willow. Then Madam Pomfrey gave you a sobering potion to drain the drink out of you."
"That would explain the bottle of water next to my bed, actually I am pretty thirsty." He picked up the bottle of water and swallowed down half the bottle. "Ah, that feels better." Harry smiled, but he stopped when he realised Hermione was frowning.
"Why were you drinking?" she asked seriously.
"I don't know, it just took my mind off…other things."
"I know how you feel, but you can't run away from this. I really needed you today Harry. Why did you get so mad?" He looked downwards at the ground, but Hermione raised his head with her finger. Their eyes locked for a moment, and he couldn't help but let out his feelings.
"I was scared. Scared of being a parent, scared of telling other people, worried about how I might support you. Then I had this dream. It was just before I woke up, you were walking around some dark corridors, holding our baby. You couldn't get out and you were screaming my name." He struggled to hold back his tears, as a few loose ones fled from his eyes. Hermione placed a supporting hand on his, and he continued. "Voldemort was there, and he…killed you both." He closed his eyes and swallowed hard. "It was like a look into the future if I had run away and left this. But I won't let that happen, I'm here to protect you…to protect you both." Hermione smiled at him.
"You have no idea how much that means to me." Hermione answered.
"How are you anyway?" Hermione shrugged.
"Well I haven't been sick again, but…" She looked away, her face slightly red. Harry smiled and placed a hand on her knee.
"What is it?" he asked.
"My breasts." Harry skipped a breath in surprise.
"W-What about…them?"
"They're just, a little tender, it really hurts, it was comfier to sleep in that armchair." Harry then did something that he never expected himself to do. He turned Hermione to face him and slowly moved his hand up her shirt. He traced across her stomach, thinking about the future when he may be able to feel his child there. His hand moved slowly to her breasts and he touched one of them gently. Hermione winced slightly and he held his hand back a little. "It's ok," she added. Although he was nervous, he wanted to do whatever it took to make Hermione feel better.
He started to massage both of her breasts slowly and gently; Hermione closed her eyes and rocked her head slowly as he continued to touch her softly. The hardest part for the two of them was that things were getting hotter by the moment, and they knew that sex wasn't an option at the minute. "Harry…you know…we can't…"
"I know Herm, I know." He stopped massaging her for a moment and looked deeply into her eyes. He moved his head in slowly and took her lips in his. They both took in each other's taste as their tongues danced. It was now getting so warm that Hermione pulled her shirt over her head, allowing Harry to roll her over onto the bed as he turned his attention back to her chest.
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[The next day]
The library was always rather busy at lunchtime, but even more so as the N.E.W.Ts drew ever closer. Ginny Weasley however wasn't a seventh year, but still wanted to use the library for her studies. She stumbled through the busy tables and they all seemed to be full. Eventually she came around a bookshelf to see two tables with one seat remaining. On one table sat Draco Malfoy, on the other table sat Ron Weasley. They both stared up at her as she pondered between the two. She didn't dare sit next to Draco after the way Ron had reacted to their recent incident, and she didn't want to sit next to Ron after what he had said.
She decided to not sit next to either of them and walked away, up to the Gryffindor Common Room. She entered the girl's dormitory and saw Hermione sitting in the middle of her bed, books sprawled around her. "Ok Hermione?" Hermione looked up.
"Yes, how about you?"
Ginny sighed and sat on her bed next to Hermione's. "I'm confused. All the stuff with Draco and Ron is just tearing me apart. I don't know how I feel about Draco, but I can't even get chance to find out."
"Well, what made you think that you and Draco might have a chance of a relationship? I mean, I hardly would have guessed at it." Hermione answered.
"Me neither. Just, one night last year, we were both upset, and we kissed." Hermione's eyes widened. "Then one thing led to another and we nearly…did more."
"How do you feel about that?" asked Hermione curiously.
"Scared. I mean, if I hadn't controlled myself anything could have happened. What if I had got pregnant? How irresponsible would that be?" Hermione looked away from Ginny and towards the window.
"Yeah, that would have been…awkward."
"Are you ok Hermione? You seem a little worried." Ginny asked with concern.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
Author Notes: I didn't really know what to call that chapter so I went with the title of the above song lyrics.
On a personal note, I saw that some of you have mentioned how my Draco/Ginny bits are different from other fics in that ship. Well that's probably because, and I say this in complete honesty. I have never read a Draco/Ginny fic. I have read lots of H/Hr in the past, (not many recently) I just thought you might like to know that.
Did you notice something with Ginny's thoughts? She didn't dare sit next to Draco because of the way Ron had reacted. She didn't WANT TO sit next to Ron because of the way he had reacted. Umm...very interesting...
I hope you enjoyed the chapter, I'd one again like to thank you for all of you reviews, they really do encourage me to write more and more. Look how quickly I got this chapter written.