I Just Died-- A series of H/Hr Songfics

I Just Died-- A SongFic A/N: I was on a two- week road trip with my mom and grandma ( Lord help me J !) and listening to music, .searching for Harry/Hermione songs in my CD collection. I found one, and I couldn’t resist writing something for it. Pure fluff. Post- Hogwarts. Btw, Hermione’s thoughts are in italics. Enjoy!

Song Title: I Just Died

Artist: Amerie

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There were many problems that Hermione Granger had run into in her twenty- one years, even before Hogwarts. But ever since she was eleven, Lord Voldemort liked to rear his ugly head in her life, coming up with some new plot to kill Harry. That was another reason (aside from her studies) that Hermione remained in the library; she normally spent many a night poring over large tomes in the Restricted Section, researching information about ancient dark magic, evil creatures, and magical artifacts.

Never had she run into a problem similar to that of the dilemma she was facing right now. Not even in her job, as the Head of the Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures at the Ministry of Magic.

She paced her room in the flat that she shared with Harry and Ron. What was she thinking? How did she lose control like that?! She had nearly lost the best one of the best friends she had ever had, to her feelings. Hermione sighed, and collapsed onto her bed. It was about time she sorted herself out.

Staring in the mirror as I

start to carefully contemplate

just really how deep is this thing I have for you

Its wearing on my heart

and from the start you know I tried,

steadily denied

Hermione had a crush on Harry since fifth year. To hide this, she buried herself even further into her studies. Although she still went to Hogsmeade with Harry and Ron, Ron began to go with them less as he began to date Luna Lovegood. Although it took him awhile to come around, Ron stopped calling her ‘Loony’ and bonded strongly with Luna, although she never stopped talking in that dreamy voice of hers. Ron teased Hermione a bit more lightly than he used to, although , they still engaged each other in arguments over trivial issues. And even thought some of the time Ron, Harry and Hermione did not spend all of their time with each other, they always caught up in the common room.

Because Ron didn’t go with them as often, Harry and Hermione spent their Hogsmeade visits together, talking about a wide variety of things, sometimes enjoying the companionable silence. Over the remaining years at Hogwarts, they grew considerably closer.

And now Hermione was in a big pile of crap.

Friendship turned to love

I know you probably think that

I’m so strange

Stuttering on every word

when you look my way

Earlier that afternoon, Harry had asked her to go with them to some club. Naturally she said no.

“Please Mione?“

“Harry, I have work to do, and I don’t USUALLY go with you guys anyway, and--”

“ But that’s why I’m begging you to come now!”

“Please.” Harry gazed into her caramel- colored eyes, that he noticed, were flecked with gold.

‘Oh bloody hell.’

She was already melting.

‘Dammit Hermione, get yourself together. Stop falling apart! You can do this!’

Hermione knew she would have to look away soon, before her knees buckled under his intense green gaze. She was almost positive that she would do something she shouldn’t.

‘One more second and you’ll regret it Hermione.’

“Alright,” she whispered. “ But there is one condition.” Hermione stated, averting her eyes from his.

“What?” Harry asked imploringly.

“You have to get Luna to come. I am not going to be alone for the whole night when all those crazy girls attack you.”

Harry frowned. Ron could definitely convince Luna into going, but he was upset. Because Hermione was right. Maybe he could keep away from them tonight. He really wanted to show Hermione a good time.

“ I promise that tonight, no one else will bother us.”

“Okay,” she sighed.

“Thanks Mione. It really means a lot to me,” Harry told her. “Anyway, I’m off to Diagon Alley. Need anything?”

“No, thanks though,” she replied quietly.

“Alright then.” Harry enveloped her into a hug, and dropped a kiss onto the crown of her head before he left. With an almighty crack, he was gone.

And maybe its all in my mind

but when we hugged goodbye,

butterflies

I just died

It turned out that Hermione’s night wasn’t all that bad. Ron had also invited a couple of housemates; Seamus Finnegan, Dean Thomas, Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil, and even Neville came. Ginny was also there; along with her fiancé, Draco Malfoy.

Despite the fact that Malfoy had not been one of their greater friends in the past, he, unlike his deceased father, did not want to support the Dark Lord. He wanted to make a name for himself in the world, different from the Malfoy image of his ancestors. Of course Daddy was furious, and pretty much denied from then on that he had a son, but Draco didn’t care. Lucius was never a true father to him. At the beginning of his final year at Hogwarts, he bluntly apologized to Harry, Ron and Hermione for the years of taunting, teasing, and plain rudeness. Soon thereafter, and no one really knew how, Ginny and Draco fell in love. This notably changed Draco’s behavior.

As the night wore on, Hermione chatted amiably with Luna, Ginny and Parvati at a table in the corner of the club where everyone had their drinks and coats situated Occasionally she spoke with Lavender, but Lavender seemed to prefer the dancing scene rather than the stand-in-the-corner and watch everyone else routine. Then, the dreaded moment came.

The moment where the DJ played the slow song. The moment everybody paired off. And the problem wasn’t that she couldn’t get anyone to dance with her.

The problem was that it was Harry.

The same Harry that she was there for in school, the one who came to her for help and good company, who came to her when he was hurt physically and emotionally, and sometimes just came to talk about everything. Voldemort, relationship issues, questions, thoughts, consolation, and hugs.

Harry, the only person that could’ve gotten her to come tonight. The one with the eyes of green that pierced her soul.

“ Dance with me Mione?”

“Sure, Harry.” He took her hand, and led her out into the bright lights of the nightclub.

As they revolved around the floor, Harry asked her, “Are you having an okay time?”

“Yeah, I’ve especially enjoyed catching up with Ginny. I haven’t spoken with her in a while, so it was nice to see her.”

“Yeah,” Harry agreed. “ She really whipped Malfoy into shape, although he does have an effect on her. Could you tell?”

“How could I not tell?” Hermione grinned. There were quite a few things that Ginny had shared with her tonight that she would *not* be repeating anytime soon.

“Hermione…” she looked up to see Harry staring at her intensely. That was where she made her mistake. Instead of looking down, she just kept her eyes locked with his.

Her senses had already gone out the window.

The emerald color in his eyes darkened to jade, and the longer Hermione held his gaze, the golden flecks in her eyes began to brighten. Slowly, she began to inch closer to Harry. He leaned down and tenderly brushed her lips in the softest of kisses.

That’s when reality finally kicked in.

I just died in your arms tonight

Don’t want nobody to bring me back to life

(I just died in your arms tonight)

I just died in your arms

(I just died in your arms)

Tonight, tonight

‘WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING?’

Hermione immediately pulled away, as if something had bitten her. She dashed to the corner of the club where her belongings where, and apparated before Harry could catch up to her, let alone say anything.

And now she was in her room, stewing.

‘You can’t lose your head like that Hermione! Harry doesn’t like you that way! It’s unfair to him! You know what? Let’s get off of this train right now. You have work to do for the Ministry.

Screw the Ministry. We’re talking about your LIFE here!

Life? You want to talk about life? Well too bad, because just ruined yours!

Just then a loud rapping noise came from the other side of Hermione’s door.

“Hermione! Open the door!”

“I’m working, Harry.” Hermione replied, as calmly as she could, But Harry knew that she was lying.

“Hermione, how can you work when all your documents are out here?”

A small gust of wind greeted Harry when Hermione suddenly opened the door. Her eyes were puffy and a little red.

“What do you want, Harry?” she sniffed.

“Mione….” Harry sighed. “ Why are you so upset? Why did you run off like that?”

“You can’t be serious Harry…”

“Well I am. I don’t understand why you left.”

“Harry! I ruined our friendship at that nightclub!”

“Hermione, if anything, I’d rather you kiss me than not!”

Your fingers hush my lips

as I try to explain maybe why

you and I should hide

from such a love affair

my friends think that I’m so insane

to fight this feeling,

but my life’s at stake

“Mione, I wanted you to kiss me!”

“W-what?”

She was wrong.

This was the first time she had been wrong in a long time.

‘Wow.’

“I said I wanted you to kiss me,” Harry repeated, slightly blushing.

‘ I can’t believe I was wrong!’

“Well with that said, I think I’m going to kiss you now, and even if you hate me afterwards, I’ll be happy.” declared Harry.

Your embrace soft

Won’t erase

Every hour

Minute of the day

I’m waiting

Hoping

Praying

That you might stay

Harry swiftly leaned down and closed the gap between them. Hermione’s eyebrows raised, but soon she returned his heated kiss, and they became lost in themselves. Harry ran his tongue along her lower lip, and was granted access into Hermione’s mouth, craving more of his taste. Harry tangled his fingers in her hair as his tongue massaged hers. Hermione moaned into his mouth, as she began to lose control. As they backed away from the door, Harry and Hermione collapsed onto the bed.

Damn you Potter.

Hermione shuddered in pleasure when he began to trail kisses along her jawline to her neck, wanting more…

And now you’re moving oh so closely

Killing me

So softly, so softly

“You’re bloody addicting, Mione,” Harry groaned. “D’you know how long I’ve wanted to kiss you?” he asked her, gazing into the depths of her toffee eyes.

“ Do you know how much I love you?” he asked huskily.

“Harry… I’ve loved you for so long that it hurt to look at you.”

Harry began to gently suck on her bottom lip.

“ Hermione…” Harry whispered raggedly.

She whimpered.

He continued to poison her with his lips as he lay on top of her, driving them into an abyss of madness….

“Stay with me tonight,” She whispered softly.

“Okay. Nox.” Harry crawled into the bed , and Hermione snuggled up to him, wrapping her legs around his waist.

“Be mine ‘Mione?”

She gazed at him.

“I’m yours, Harry. I always have been.”

And from then on, Hermione listened to her heart instead of her conscious.

I just died…

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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