Disclaimer: I do not own any of this, blah, blah, blah, you get the picture.
A/N: I'm changing the date to 2048. I know that's wrong for the age of Alan Jackson, but I couldn't care less.
*~*Chapter One*~*
*2048*
Hermione sat at the polished oak wood desk, quill in hand, staring at the blank roll of parchment in front of her. Where to begin? She wondered. Then it hit her, and she began to scribble hastily in small, untidy letters.
*2003*
I approached Harry incautiously. Yes, I had told Professor McGonnagol, Dumbledore, Hagrid, Ron, and the other Weasleys. I knew that he was in no condition to be trifled with. Yes, I knew that he was angry and upset right now and thus could hurt me physically or emotionally. And, yes, I knew too that "it is best at this time to leave well enough alone". Or maybe I didn't know. But still, my answer was the same. Yes, I am going to go look for him and see what I can do to help. So I did.
Harry was found right where I knew he would be; in a secluded clearing in the forest that not even the Centaurs could find. This was because he had created it himself, and put a special charm on it so that it could only be accessed by a witch or wizard who new the right incantation. Of course, the only three such beings that did were himself, yours truly, and Ron. It was here that he went when he sought escape and seclusion.
I paused for a moment while I observed him, for the time being, unnoticed. God, he looked so helpless, hunched over and sitting on a rock, head buried in his arms, and shaking with muffled sobs. Without thinking, I walked to him and wrapped him in what I hoped resembled the loving, motherly embrace that he seemed to need at the moment. Then he lifted his head, and I was instantly hypnotized by what I saw in his emerald-green gaze. No; it was not a mother's love he needed.
And in that moment, I realized just what it was that he needed. I realized, too, that I needed it as well. More than that, I wanted it.
How it happened, I can't rightly say, but a moment later his lips were on mine. The kiss grew rapidly in passion and desperation. Who was to know that Hermione Granger, the bookworm know-it-all, could forget everything she had ever known within seconds, and submit herself completely to a fire that seemed to be more dangerous than any she had ever encountered, for it consumed her twice as quickly? This was deadly. This was foreign. This was love.
Then his tongue snaked into my mouth and I got my first taste of him. Why do people even bother with real food? I found myself wondering. Ambrosia. That was the only word that could describe his taste. I was hungry for it, and the more I got, the more I had to have. Soon we were nothing but one mass of groping hands, tongues, and lips; two desperate people clinging to each other as if letting go would mean eternal damnation.
Still, I somehow found the strength to pull away.
"Harry, don't you think we should talk?" I asked once I had caught my breath.
"Hermione," he whispered, as if pleading with God and not me. "I love you. Please, please love me too." His eyes were squeezed shut, and I knew he was afraid to look at me.
I touched his face, and he opened his eyes. "Make love to me." I said softly.
Without another word, his lips were once again pressed to mine. While his hands were exploring my back, I busied mine with the task of removing his shirt; a difficult one, as the man was driving me wild. All thoughts of Ron and what we had just learned of his fate faded from are minds in our desperate need to just be.
Soon, we both were naked beneath the moonlight, our clothes lying discarded in heaps around us. Our passion had not slowed, but had rather been put on hold for the moment, as we each took in the sight of the other's body for the first time. I was nervous; I had never before been this exposed to any man. But this was Harry, and I trusted him.
Harry. Though moments before I had thought it impossible, he looked as good as he tasted. His arms and chest were much more muscular than I had ever imagined, and the latter was sprinkled with dark wisps of hair. I allowed my eyes to travel down the rest of his body, and they widened with shock as my mouth fell open. He chuckled at my reaction. I really didn't see what was so funny.
When my eyes once again met with his, I was surprised to see the emotion they now held. Love, and something else I didn't quite understand. Surely, a man such as this couldn't want me. I'm nothing special, not one of those size-two goddess's with a perfectly flat stomach, and long, thin, gorgeous legs. As a matter of fact, my stomach poked out at the bottom, a sort of unattractive pooch, and my thighs were rather flabby. This insecurity caused my knees to shake, and I looked down, terrified that he would see it in my eyes.
He approached me, and I stood glued to the spot in shame. I was a fool to think that someone like him could ever love someone like me. Then I heard his voice in my ear. "Perfect," he whispered. I raised my head and once again met his gaze, disbelieving. "Your beautiful, Hermione."
For the first time, I truly believed I was.
I felt his lips graze my ear, and then travel down my neck until they brushed against my breast. I moaned loudly, causing him to open his mouth and tease it further with his tongue. Bringing my hands up, I ran them through his messy black hair, trying to grind his lips and tongue even further up against my skin. Before too long, though, my hands were instead traveling down his back, until they settled on his buttocks. I always did think he had a rather cute butt, but now I actually knew it.
I was getting carried away, and fast. Harry's hands soon replaced his mouth, as it was rather occupied with exploring the rest of my body. I still couldn't believe I was doing this with Harry. Yes, I had always known of my love for him, and somewhere deep down, I had expected, or maybe only hoped, that he felt the same. But this. This was heaven.
As I was carried away even further, my boldness grew. My hands were as busy as his, flying over every inch of his hard, lean body. He felt so good to me, so right. I knew, then and there, that this would be the first of many chances I would have to make new discoveries regarding him, but for some reason my God-given urges caused me to want all of him right then.
After a while, he looked up, his eyes searching mine. I nodded. Without even the slightest hesitance, he scooped me up and placed me gently on the forest floor. He looked me up and down again, with such a look of hunger and love I could barely comprehend it, before lowering himself on top of me. He took his time entering me, not wanting to cause me pain but knowing it was unavoidable. When the pain did come, I gritted my teeth, and he slowed for a moment until I assured him it was okay to continue.
We gained speed quickly, and soon we were running a marathon like none other. We had found are own rhythm, and were composing our own music. Together we reached the top... and let ourselves go, screaming cries of sweet release.
When it was over we clung to each other, panting and out of breath. In one short hour we had progressed from the best of friends to lovers, and were now closer than ever before. Harry turned to me and planted a kiss on my sweaty brow. "You were amazing," he managed between gasps of air.
"Me?" I replied. "Harry, no one else could have ever made me feel this way. Only you. It's always been you."
"No Hermione, you must be mistaken. Everyone knows I'm nothing without you and Ro..." He stopped abruptly, all the color draining from his face. "I don't want him to die," he whispered. I looked up at his face and saw that tears were once again beginning to leak from his eyes. "First was the prophecy about me and Voldemort and how one of us has to kill the other, but I can handle that. How can I go on now knowing that my best friend will die to save me? How can Ron go on?"
I didn't know what to say, so I just hugged him tighter. Together we wept, unable to bare the forthcoming fate of our dearest friend.
*****
Remember when
I was young, and so were you
Time stood still
Love was all we knew.
You were the first, and so was I
We made love and then you cried
Remember when
*****
A/N: I'm so sorry I had to up the rating. To clear things up;
1) Harry and Hermione are writing a book to the wizarding world about their lives.
2) The deal with Ron and everybody's sadness is this; a new prophecy has been discovered declaring that 'The red-headed friend will be lost in the final battle, so that his friend might live.' That's what Harry and Hermione are crying over. I haven't decided yet whether to actually kill him or not.
The next chapter will be out soon, God-willing. Please review! It helps me respond faster. And a huge thank you to those who replied to my previous posting!
~Anne