Disclaimer: I don't own anything Harry Potter related. And the short little poem Harry writes, it's taken from The Friendship Ring series by Rachel Vail so it belongs to her.
A/N: I cannot apologize enough for not updating. I honestly thought I had updated two chapters over Spring Break, just to keep you guys into it, but I guess that never happened. I'm so sorry. I haven't even had time to read my favorite fanfics let alone write mine but here are at least three chapters to Love Letters, just to get you all back in the loop of the story. I apologize again for the very, very late update. Enjoy!
Love Letters
Chapter 6
The ride to the Dursley's was uncomfortably silent. Harry and Hermione sat in the back seat of the Mercedes as Mrs.
Granger drove with a peeved expression on her pale face. Harry kept stealing glances at the girl beside him, not fully
believing what had happened. This girl was his best friend. She had changed so much since they met so long ago; he had
changed so much. Harry's mind was swarming with uncertainties and wishful thinking.
It wasn't until they had parked in the driveway of 4 Privet Drive that he came back to reality and quietly thanked Mrs. Granger for the ride. Harry and Hermione walked quietly up to his door and stood in silence for a few moments. Harry couldn't take the awkwardness any longer so he closed the gap between them and kissed her hard and quick. Hermione was quite taken aback and remained speechless.
"Look Hermione," Harry whispered, not wanting to be overheard by nosy relatives, "what happened tonight-I'm just as surprised as you. To say I didn't enjoy it though, that would be a lie. And I know things will be different between us from now on, but I hope that it can be a good different, if you want it to be."
Hermione looked up at him and smiled slightly.
"I do," she murmured, before engulfing herself in sweet bliss.
Hermione didn't know how long she snogged with Harry outside his front door that night, but by the grim look her mother was giving her, she estimated that it was quite a while. The ride home was tenser than ever. Hermione kept her head down, truly frightened to make eye contact with her mom. She could only imagine the punishments she'd receive when she got home.
"Hermione. . ."
Hermione practically jumped out of the car. Her mother's voice pierced the silence with such force it was like a volcanic eruption.
"Yes?" Hermione asked, her voice quivering.
"Your actions this evening," her mom began, "were very unacceptable young lady."
"I know Mum," Hermione replied, staring at her feet.
"The way you acted with Harry was like you were two sex-crazed teenagers."
"I know Mum," Hermione repeated.
"But-"
Hermione's ears perked.
"But what?"
"But," her mom implied, "the point is, you are a teenager. You're allowed to have some fun."
Hermione's jaw was about to fall off her face. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"I'm not saying you're allowed to go to parties and have sex and act unruly," her mom went on, "but snogging with your boyfriend is alright. As long as it does not go further than a snog."
"He's not my boyfriend Mum."
"What?" the woman said exasperatedly.
"Well, it's not official," Hermione chimed in before her mother crashed the car in shock. "Harry and I haven't said anything aloud. But I think it's just something you know."
"So then you are?"
Hermione took a deep breath.
"Yes."
She slowly blew all the carbon dioxide out of her body, thrilled at what she just said.
-:-
He laid her down on his bed, planting wet kisses down her neck.
"Hermione my love," he muttered between each kiss. "Tell me what you want."
"I want you Harry."
He then reached her mouth once more and began kissing her violently. Hermione's body clung to his roughly, making the hairs on his arms stand on end. They sat up together, never breaking their kiss, and worked at each other's clothes. They were under the covers again within minutes. She brushed his sweaty hair out of his face and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders. They started exploring each other's bodies, wanting to know every last detail of the other.
"I want you Harry," Hermione whispered sensually in his ear, "I need you now and forever."
She was quivering with need for him. He needed her too, every part of her.
"Are you sure you want to?" he asked sweetly.
She nodded but before they went further-
Harry woke with a start.
-:-
Panting, Harry sat up, covered with sweat. He ran to the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face. Harry stared at
his reflection in confusion and disbelief. He had a dream about Hermione. But it wasn't just a dream; it was a . .
. different kind of dream.
He slumped down the wall and sat on the cold tile. It wasn't everyday that you make out with your best friend at multiple times for God knows how long and then dream about having sex with them. That just didn't happen. But what troubled Harry most was that it was Hermione, his best friend. You weren't supposed to fall for your best friend.
The teen sighed hopelessly as he walked back to his room. He was too restless to sleep so he decided to write some letters.
Dear Hermione,
I've been going crazy without you. I know it's only been a few short hours, but it's seemed like an eternity and then some. It's odd though. I never thought I could fall for someone so fast. But as I think about it, I feel as though I've felt this way my whole life. There's always one person in your life that you're destined to be with forever. It's taken almost five years for me to realize but now I know it's you.
Tonight happened so fast, I don't even know what I was thinking. But all I know is that I haven't stopped thinking about you. I know we're best friends but I think that makes it even better. The summer is almost over and then instead of thinking about you, I can actually hold you in my arms and simply be with you. But until then, all I can do is wait patiently and dream.
I could fall in love with you, Fast as summer, Could you fall in love with me?
Harry signed the letter and sent it off with Hedwig. He then took out another piece of parchment and wrote a more
personal letter.
Dear Sirius,
I think I'm in love with a girl. But she's not just any girl. She's the most brilliant, most beautiful, most amazing girl in the world. I think she feels the same way. But how can you tell without asking straightforward. What bothers me more is, well, I've had dreams about her. But tonight, I had a more, passionate dream I guess you can say. What do I do? Should I act on that? Or should I just let fate take care of it? Or does fate want me to act on it? Can you see how troubled I am? Enough about me though, how are you? Is everything going alright with everything? Write me soon.
--Harry
He placed the letter on his desk, ready for Hedwig when she returned. He was about to start another letter to Ron when
he realized something. Ron hadn't written to him all summer. Harry sent a fair few letters, but nothing ever came
back. He decided not to worry about it at the moment and thought it best to go back to sleep, hoping that he'd see
Hermione in his dreams once more.
-:-
"Join me, and I'll spare the girl. Fight me, and she'll die."
"Never!"
"Are you sure about that Potter? You don't want anything to happen to your precious Mudblood, now do you?"
Harry found himself tied to what seemed to be a large boulder. Voldemort stood in front of him, holding a terrified Hermione by the throat.
"Take me instead!"
"Ha!" Voldemort spat. "I could take both of you if I so pleased. But I find torture so much more amusing than sudden death."
"Why are you doing this?" Harry shouted, trying desperately to break free of his bindings.
"Because Potter, you destroyed me! And I know that killing the girl will destroy you!"
"He won't join you! Harry's too strong for that!" Hermione said defiantly.
"Shut up you stupid Mudblood!" Voldemort screamed. He set the crutatious curse on her and she began screaming in agony.
"Noooooo!" Harry cried.
Voldemort muttered something and Hermione's body stopped jerking violently. She was panting hard and tears were coming from her eyes. Voldemort put his head next to her ear and breathed in the scent of her hair.
"Pity," he whispered viciously, "you would have made such a lovely toy. But if you don't shut that pretty mouth of yours, I'll only kill you sooner."
Hermione let out a sob as Voldemort tightened his grip on her.
"So what do you say Potter?"
"Harry don't!"
"I told you to be quiet!" Voldemort screamed. He twisted Hermione's arm and within moments Harry could hear it snap. Hermione was crying even harder. The site of her made Harry cringe. Her hair was ratted and all over the place. Her clothes were ripped and her arm was now broken. One of her cheeks was bruised and swollen and her lip was bleeding terribly from biting down on it so hard.
"If-if I join you," Harry reckoned, "you won't hurt her?"
"Scouts honor," Voldemort smiled.
"Fine."
"Harry don't! He's lying to-"
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
"Hermione!"
But it was too late. In that moment, Hermione's lifeless body hit the ground.
-:-
For the second time that night, Harry woke in a deep sweat. Only this time, the lightning bolt scar on his forehead was
sizzling with heat. The sun was already up and he could hear his aunt making breakfast in the kitchen. He wasn't
hungry though. He felt empty and hollow inside, like something was wrong.
Harry didn't waste anytime. He ran down the stairs and dialed the only numbers he knew.
"Pick up . . . please pick up . . ." he muttered.
"Hello?"
"Hermione?"
"Harry, hi! I got your letter and I just want to tell you that-"
"Are you alright?" he asked hurriedly, cutting her off.
"I'm fine," she said slowly, "what's wrong?"
"I don't know," Harry replied, thinking, "but something is."