Songfic the Second
Summary: Harry takes Hermione somewhere.
Song: Butterflyz
Artist: Alicia Keys
A/N: BIG, BIG, thanks to my best friend Elizabeth on this one. Where would I be without you? Where would you guys be without her? She is definitely the reason this chapter got done. Much love, Lizzie.
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"Let's go Hermione."
"Okay, hold on. I just want to get a hat."
While Hermione reached for a hat, Harry gazed out the snow-frosted window. The sky was glittered with twinkling stars, and delicate frost had kissed the branches of the trees, almost as if angels had dropped their fragile lace for all the world to see.
"Come on," Harry whispered as he grabbed Hermione's hand andbegan to lead her down the streets of London.
Lately when I look into your eyes I realize
you're the only one I need in my life
After rounding a few corners and walking a few streets as still and silent as butterfly wings, Harry finally led
Hermione across the street, and into an area blanketed in snow with trees dotting the white frost. Out of the corner of
her eye she saw a snow-covered swing set. She smiled.
He had taken her to the park.
Baby I just don't know how to describe
How lovely you make me feel
inside
"Fly with me," Harry persisted, his breath making smoky tendrils in the frost-bitten air.
"Harry, no. You know I don't like to fly. Remember how horrible third year was when we rode Buckbeak?" A fearful look came into her warm cinnamon eyes, remembering the frightening, yet secretly exhilarating experience.
"I won't let you fall," Harry replied softly, caught deeply in her innocence.
You give me butterflies
Got me flying so high in the sky
I can't control the butterflies
"Alright Harry. Once. Just this one time, and only for you," said an exasperated Hermione.
Harry grinned and shook the gathering frost from his raven mop of hair. He quickly and excitedly pulled a small object out of his pocket. His Firebolt. "Engorgio," he whispered as Hermione smiled at Harry's cleverness. Soon, the broom began to grow to its' normal size.
"Get on in front, okay? That way you won't be sitting on the end, and you won't be afraid that you'll slip off the end," said Harry thoughtfully.
"O-okay," Hermione stuttered.
Harry mounted the broom, and Hermione slowly climbed on in front of him.
It seems like the light you give
From the start you told me
I would be your queen
But never had I imagined such a feeling
As soon as Hermione lowered herself onto the broom, Harry wrapped his strong arms around her waist placing his gloved hands over hers. She breathed a sigh of anxiety and anticipation and began to loosen up visibly.
Harry leaned forward to position himself on the Firebolt while the intoxicating smell of Hermione's cocoa brown hair, coupled with the fragility of her porcelain, angel-soft skin made Harry dizzy with excitement.
"Lean back," Harry said quietly, after regaining some composure.
"I'll show you how to steer."
Soon thereafter, Hermione began to relax considerably as the wintry wind whipped through her hair and swirled around her face. She felt Harry's grip around her, and knew that everything would be okay.
Joy is what you bring
I want to give you everything
The two were flying at a comfortable pace around the park for a while, and Hermione began to get comfortable. But Harry felt that it wasn't enough. Somehow he felt that she wasn't getting the most out of it.
He needed to take her higher.
Much higher, where she could catch pieces of snowflakes on her tongue and let the stars give her soft butterfly kisses across her ruby red cheeks.
As he sped the broom up, Hermione started to squirm nervously.
"Harry…" she warned him.
"It's okay, Hermione. You're safe. I promise I've got you.."
"I'm scared," she murmured innocently, her eyes glossy with fright.
"Don't be," Harry whispered softly, as he kissed her earlobe. "I won't ever let anything happen to you. Just close your eyes, and I'll tell you when to open them."
You give me butterflies
Got me flying so high in the sky
I can't control the butterflies
About five minutes later, Harry said to Hermione, "Okay. Open your eyes."
Slowly, her eyelids fluttered open and she saw the glittering view of the London skyline.
Hermione's mouth gaped open as she whispered something Harry couldn't hear. For once, Hermione was speechless with wonder, fright, and sheer imagination.
"Hermione, there's something I need to tell you.."
Harry's breath caught as Hermione slowly shifted her body aroundon the broom. She gently turned around as his bright emerald eyes focused on the swirling snowflakes softly falling upon them.
"I know, Harry. I've loved you forever."
He stared up at her in amazement, memorizing the place of every freckle as the wind blew wisps of her hair from her face.
Slowly, she leaned closer to him, keeping his emerald gaze until he finally touched her lips to his.
You and I are destiny
I know now you were made for me
Their kiss intensified, and the taste of Hermione was enticing Harry, who was loved every bit of it. He knew that this was something he would never stop craving, a sweet tooth that would nor could ever be satisfied…
He began to plant butterfly kisses along her jawline, down to her neck….
Hermione was losing it. She didn't know where she was, couldn't remember her name. All she felt was Harry as they swept through the midnight blue sky. Just Harry.
I can't control it
It's driving me
Taking me over
You give me butterflies
Got me flying so high in the sky
I can't control the butterflies…
"I won't let you fall…." Harry repeated as they rose higher and higher. Hermione was lost-- lost in a sea of midnight blue and emerald green, a sea of angel lace and snowflake drops. Only he could make her feel this way.
Before she knew it, they softly landed on the familiar snow-blanketed ground they had left from hours ago-- or at least what had seemed like hours ago. The two dismounted the broom, then held each other in the frosty moonlight.
"I love you, Hermione," Harry whispered softly, an adorable grin playing on his face that made her Hermione melt.
"I love you too, Harry," Hermione murmured into his ear. They gazed at each other for the longest time, lost in the depths of their love. Finally, they broke apart, walking hand in hand back to their flat.
"Harry, one more thing," Hermione whispered to him.
"What's wrong Hermione?" Harry said, a nervous tone in his voice.
"Nothing's wrong... just... you give me butterflies..."
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