Invisible Love

Invisible Love

Aravaeya

June 15^th, 2004

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I wrote this down quickly this afternoon since the idea hasn't left me alone since it came to me in the middle of my psychology exam three weeks ago. It was just begging to be released from the dark depths of my mind. Please be gentle, and take into account the fact that I have NEVER written anythin remotely like this before. Having said that, I hop you enjoy it.

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Why God, are you torturing me so?

Ron and Harry are playing a game of exploding snap at our favorite corner table in the common room, and I am watching, which is what I prefer to do, but the experience is spoiled by the fact that Ron keeps looking me with a glint in his eyes that quite frankly makes me pretty damn uncomfortable. Harry obviously notices too, because he keeps scowling at Ron, and trying to bring his attention back to the game they're playing.

Harry beats Ron for the first time in ages, something which I attribute to the fact that Ron seemed to spend more time looking at me with his nervous energy than he did focusing on the game, but before Harry can say anything about the study session he and I were going to have for Advanced Potions tonight, Ron looks over at me again, with a look on his face that makes my insides squirm, and not in a good way, and says, “How about a little walk to the kitchens, Hermione, as a cheering up gift, since I lost?”

“I don't know, Ron,” I reply slowly, not knowing what to say, “I've got a lot to do tonight.”

Harry looks slightly relieved that I've refused Ron's offer, I guess he really wants to study, but Ron is not so easily deterred it seems. “Please, Hermione? Come on, you must be hungry, you ate almost nothing at dinner and it's almost 10 now.”

“I told Harry I'd study with him tonight, right Harry?” I reply, glancing towards Harry, pleading with my eyes for him to support me.

“Harry won't mind, will you mate?” Ron asks, smiling, and grabbing my arm, pulling me up from me seat next to Harry's.

“Okay,” I sputter, dropping my pencil down on the chair, and throwing a slightly miffed look back at Harry. His face is blank as Ron opens the door to the rest of the castle, and I turn to face forwards, resigning myself to being led by Ron.

We walk in silence towards the kitchens until we get to an alcove about a minute away. Ron pulls me into it and before I know it, his lips are on mine, gentle, but insistent none the less. I am too shocked at his bold move to react for about 10 seconds, but as soon as I regain control over my body, I pull away.

“Ron!”

“What? I've wanted to do that for a long time,” he whispers, and the look in his eye almost makes me want to let him continue doing it, but no! I can't! I don't like him that way! He leans forward once more but I put a hand up to stop him. He looks at me quizzically. “What? You don't want me to kiss you?”

“No, I don't,” I whisper, motioning for him to stay quiet since we were out in the hallways after curfew.

“Why not?” Ron asks, seemingly amazed by the possibility that I would refuse his advances. “I thought you liked me. Everyone says you like me and that's why you spend more time with Harry, because you don't know how to act around me. I like you, Hermione…”

I sigh. God, why? I don't want to have to tell Ron this. In fact, I've never told anyone this. “No, Ron, I don't like you, that's not why I spend more time with Harry.”

Ron doesn't look disappointed like I expect him to look, instead he studies my face for a moment, realization dawning on his face after a moment. “You like Harry, don't you?”

I don't reply, but I feel my cheeks flush as I nod slightly. It's easier than actually admitting it. I lower my eyes from his face, but he stops me with a touch to my chin.

“You do, don't you, Hermione?”

“Yes,” I murmur.

“Say it so that I can hear,” Ron says, “Tell me how you feel.”

“Yes, I like Harry,” I say in a steady voice, raising my eyes back up to his, which are soft, but a little hurt none the less.

He chuckles softly. “To be honest with you, I'm a little relieved.”

“Yeah?” I whisper.

“Yeah,” he replies, a small smile on his face. “I don't really know how much of this is what I feel, and how much of it is the projection of what I think I'm supposed to feel.”

“You're not angry with me?” I ask, timidly.

“No, Hermione, I'm not angry,” he replies. I close my eyes in relief at having not ruined completely my relationship with Ron. I feel his lips gently touching the tip of my nose and then my mouth gently before I feel him back away. I open my eyes to see him disappear away from me and into the darkness, the opposite direction from either the kitchens or Gryffindor Tower.

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I slip back into the common room as the clock strikes 11, hoping that Harry will be in bed since I would rather not discuss what has just transpired between me and Ron. I glance around and see that the chair in which he was sitting earlier is empty. He must have gone to bed. I move over to the couch and settle myself down onto one of its comfortable cushions, relaxing my tense body into it.

“Nice snog?”

I almost jump off the settee at the sound of Harry's bitter voice. I glance around for him, and see that there is an indent at the other end of the sofa I am sitting on. He's underneath his invisibility cloak. I reach over and pull it off of his head. He looks angry and accusing, as if I have done something wrong.

“What do you think?” I reply, unable to help a trace of anger at his attitude slip into my own voice.

“Looked like it me.”

“You were watching!” I realize, anger starting to grow at the thought of being spied on by Harry.

“You seemed to be enjoying it. How long have you and Ron been sneaking off to do that?” his voice is bitter. I realize that he thinks that Ron and I have been doing this for a while, meaning that he didn't see all of our conversation.

“We have never snuck out to do anything,” I reply forcefully. “Ron came on to me for the first time tonight, and I don't see why you had any right to be watching us!”

Harry looks at me disbelievingly. “You didn't put up much resistance.”

I watch him as he gets up, letting his invisibility cloak slide to the floor. I clench my fists in order to suppress the urge to deck him over his stupid accusations. “You obviously only watched for about a second then! If you're going to watch, at least watch the whole thing so you know what the hell is going on!” I get up from the sofa, not knowing what else to do.

Harry turns to face me, his face twisted in a mixture of hurt, and regret, and anger. “I didn't want to stay and see my best friends fuck against a wall.”

I gasp in shock at Harry's language. “Harry! How could you think that! How could you think that I would do something like that with Ron?!”

He looks a little taken aback, as if suddenly realizing that I don't like Ron. He doesn't look any less angry about the whole situation though. “But he kissed you!”

“Yes, he did, Harry. HE kissed ME and instead of kissing him back, you know what I said?” I replied, my voice rising slightly with each word, my heart taking over from my head. “I told him that I didn't like him like that, because I like someone else!”

Harry stares at me, his body suddenly ceasing all movement. I stare at his still form, not three feet away from me in the dark common room. The firelight, the only light in the room, flickers across his face not allowing me to see the whole thing at one time.

“Who?” He demands.

“What?” I ask.

“Who is it that you like?” He still sounds demanding, but fear also laces his voice.

“You, Harry!” I exclaim before I can stop myself. I freeze, unable to believe for a moment that I actually told him, and less than three seconds after I've said it, he has crossed the gap between us, and his lips are upon mine.

I gasp in surprise for the second time tonight, but this is a surprise that I welcome, and I immediately wrap my arms around him, threading one of my hands in his hair to mirror what he is doing to mine. His tongue brushes against my lips, and after a moment I let him in, marveling at the new sensations.

“Do you know how long I have waited to hear you say that?” Harry murmurs against my jaw as he kisses his way down towards the neckline of my v-neck t-shirt. I groan softly as he pushes me backwards until I am standing with my back against the back of an armchair.

“How long?” I gasp back in reply as he lifts the hem of my t-shirt and his lips begin their path from my navel to where the shirt is lifted to, right below my breasts.

He lifts my shirt off of me in one smooth movement and I immediately try and shield my cotton covered breasts from his view. I want this, but I have never let anyone see me this undressed before. He smiles warmly at me, and moves my hands away.

“Three years, Hermione,” is his reply as he unclasps the front clasp of the bra and pulls it away. I shiver under his intense gaze and cry out softly as he kisses my breasts slowly, brushing his thumbs over the hardening nipples. “I have wanted to hear you say that ever since I realized that I loved you.”

I freeze at his words, and he lifts his head so that his darkening eyes are boring into my own. “W-what? You love me?”

He grasps my head and pulls it to his own once more, joining our lips together again. After a few breathtaking kisses, he pulls back and leans his forehead against my own so that his eyes are still looking into mine. “I love you, Hermione. And I will always love you.”

I smile widely at him as I kiss him again, letting my hands pull off his white t-shirt. I take in his muscular chest and arms in one swift glance and let him know my approval with an appreciative groan.

“Are you sure about this, Hermione?” he asks, moving my face with a touch to my chin so that he is looking straight into my eyes again.

Am I sure about this? Am I sure about sleeping with the guy I have been pining for since before even Victor Krum came along? I slip my fingers into the waistband of my skirt and pull it down, my tights and cotton underpants with it. As I step out of the garments, I suddenly feel extremely self concscious about my body's appearanc - all of the little scars left from childhood, tan lines left over from last summer, etc - and I quickly wonder if there are any spells that can right this.

Harry speaks before I can say anything though, his eyes blazing in desire. “Hermione, you are more beautiful than I could ever have imagined. I don't think I will ever be able to keep my hands off of you.”

“But Harry-” I stutter, embarrassed by my legs and by my own body with scars scattered in various places.

“But nothing, Hermione,” he whispers, running his hands down my naked torso. “I love you, and you are beautiful with or without these.” His finger brushes against a small scar on my tummy from when I was three, and I shiver at his touch.

I gasp not only at his touch, but as I realize that he must have guessed what I was thinking. “You're overdressed.”

We make quick work of his clothes, and I marvel at the sight of his erection. I have never seen anything like it in my life. It's almost repulsive, but at the same time the most beautiful and magnificent thing I have ever seen. I can't help but reach towards him and brush my fingers against it. Harry shudders at the contact, his eyes drifting shut. It's so soft, but so hard at the same time, and I rub the back of my hand along its length, causing Harry to groan loudly.

“Hermione,” he whispers in awe as I allow my nails to trace the length of his torso, back up to his face, which I pull down to own once more for a wild kiss.

We both freeze mid-kiss as we hear footsteps directly outside of the portrait hole, and Harry quickly covers both of our naked bodies with the invisibility cloak lying on the floor next to his feet and kicks our clothes under the a chair as best he can just as the portrait hole opens and someone steps inside. I open my mouth in an inaudible gasp as I see Professor McGonagall stepping inside, but Harry, who is standing in front of me, with his back to the door, covers my mouth with his own. My eyes stay wide open as Harry's tongue slips inside my mouth again, and I almost whimper audibly as he slips two of his fingers back inside me. He slowly walks me backwards towards the closest wall, about four feet behind me, and I sigh in relief as I rest up against it, allowing myself to focus on Harry's touch.

Professor McGonagall walks around the room, searching for something in everyone's piles of books and such that are scattered everywhere. I try and whisper something to Harry as he glances over his shoulder to see that she's there, but before any words can come out of my mouth, his mouth is fused to mine once more, and he plunges himself inside me in one sudden movement. I stifle a cry of pain as I feel the barrier within me break, and a few tears slip down my face, but McGonagall hasn't heard anything since she is making too much noise banging books around.

I can't help but whimper as Harry starts to move inside me, gently at first, but after a while a bit faster. I can feel the storm building up inside me as Harry pulls my legs up to wrap around his waist and breaks off our kiss so that we are there, with me up against the wall, my legs around him, him thrusting into me, our eyes locked on each others. To see the blatant and unrestricted desire and happiness swirling around in his dark green eyes makes the storm grow faster, and the thought and sight of McGonagall standing not 10 feet from us as Harry and I are together for the first time is highly arousing in a strange sort of way.

Dumbledore's head suddenly pops out of the fireplace, about 7 feet to the left of us, and he motions for McGonagall to come over to him. McGonagall walks over to the fireplace, and leans close to talk to Dumbledore. I hear their conversation in the very back of my mind as the rest of my mind is filled with the magnificent sensations of Harry filling me up and moving within me so wonderfully.

The look on Harry's face becomes more intense as he begins to thrust harder, and I can't help but whimper slightly, and grins wickedly, placing two fingers in my mouth for me to suck on instead of whimpering, and I realize with an aroused groan that he has given me the two fingers that were earlier inside me. He knows this and smirks at me as I lick them with the tip of my tongue, making him groan and causing our thrusts to become more frantic, more erratic, and quite a bit louder as we both near our peaks. I wonder, towards the back of my mind, how McGonagall doesn't hear us, but not two seconds after I have this thought, the storm within me lets loose, and I feel my insides fly apart, my head thrown back and mouth wide open in ecstasy. At the sight, Harry looks almost feral and buries himself deep, deep inside my contracting walls three more times before letting go, coupling his mouth to mine to hide the sounds, his warm essence spilling into my secret place.

We stand, for nearly a minute, trying to recover our breath, trying not to let our gasps for air and gasps at touch in our highly sensitized lower regions be heard. I let my legs fall to the ground from around his waist as he leans his forehead against the tapestry I have been backed up against, and my head finds the curve of his neck, and I rest there contentedly as McGonagall gets up from in front of the fireplace, bidding Dumbledore farewell. She moves quickly over to the Portrait hole and disappears as quickly as she came. Harry and I both let out sighs of relief.

“I can't believe you did that,” I whisper to Harry, not in anger, but in amazement at his courage to have sex with me under an invisibility cloak against the wall when the deputy head mistress is in the room.

He smiles at me, that mischievous glint that I love so much in his beautiful eyes. Now that we have actually done it, he doesn't some as sure as the aggressive Harry from a few minutes ago. He moves to pull out of my body, and I wrap one of my legs back around him to stop him from moving anywhere.

“I love you too Harry,” I whisper, after his eyes have turned away from me.

His face snaps back around, a look of wonder on it. “You do?”

I nod and kiss him gently, my fingers twirling locks of his beautiful black locks in my fingers.

“I'm sorry about watching you, and saying that thing about you and Ron and the wall,” he murmurs, resting his forehead against mine, his eyes drifting closed. “I shouldn't have been angry, especially considering we just have.”

“Have what?” I murmur, stroking his cheek, and letting my finger trace his scar. “Have sex?”

“Have sex against a wall,” he says, looking slightly embarrassed.

I kiss his eyelids gently, taking his face in my hands so that I force him to look at me. “It doesn't matter, Harry, because I love you. And it was fun.”

He caresses my cheek gently and kisses the tip of my nose softly. “What I say does matter Hermione. I love you, and that's what matters.”

And as our slow dance started once more with the fusion of lips, I could only thank God that today was the day that Ron chose to talk to me.

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So, was it really bad? Hmm?

Oh, and just to clarigy something that was a question over at portkey.org. Yes, Dumbledore can see through invisibility cloaks. :) Think about that.