Chapter Twenty:
(Hermione)
I was scared to be alone. I had long since left Ron and Lunas' home, telling them that I appreciated their hospitality but I did not want to intrude on them. This said after I accidentally walked in on a rather fierce snogging session taking place in the sitting room in the middle of broad daylight.
I sat in my own sitting room now nursing a piping hot cup of tea and munching on a tasty scone, when memories and fears came flooding back to me about the night Michael had attacked me.
So it was obvious since he knew how to perform such curses that he was not a Muggle as he said he was. At this thought I felt betrayed, I had given this man everything I held dear, except for one thing. Then a huge cloud of guilt settled over me also. I too did not mention to him that I was a witch, which is what lead me to believe the reason for the attack was this new information. But how could he deduce that I was a witch just by finding my wand? Then it struck me after a few moments of idiocy, if he was a wizard then of course he would know what a wand is.
Then a thought that I hadn't been faced with since my days at Hogwarts crossed my mind. What if Michael was a dark wizard? A Death Eater of sorts? If he was and I didn't recognize it, then I deserved the Cruciatus Curse for not recognizing something I am so supposedly fine tuned in.
I loved him, but the thought of him being a dark wizard scared me beyond belief. An involuntary shudder went through me and I reached for the afghan blanket on the sofa next to me. Before my hand could reach the blanket I heard a noise from outside, then suddenly the lights went out. Because of my sudden fear of Michael I did something I hadn't done since I met him, I had placed my wand beside me and it hadn't left my side since then. I reached for it impulsively when I heard the sound outside, clutching it to my bosom. I could see into the hallway that led to the front door, and I thought I could see the doorknob jiggling.
Fear was beginning to choke me now. Sure I used to do this at Hogwarts but I always had Ron and Harry by my side then, now I was all alone, and quite frightened.
I heard someone mutter something on the other side of the door, and then the lock sprang open. Before the person on the other side of the door opened it, I leapt to my feet and ran into the kitchen. I needed time to think, to make a plan. I went straight for my knife block, arming myself with a huge cutting knife. I then chuckled to myself, if it was a wizard, a cutting knife would not stop the Avada Kedavra curse. I put the knife back, and began walking towards the door leading into the sitting room.
Someone was in the room where I had just been. Whoever it was, was now looking at my tea and scones. I saw him put his finger in my tea and pull it back realizing how hot it still was. I cursed myself at this, now this person was going to know that I was here.
Suddenly I felt my body being pulled towards the sitting room. I was trying to fight it off but this was magic I couldn't control. I grabbed for the closest thing to be, and came up with nothing but a kitchen towel. I gave into the spell that was dragging me into my living room, but continued to hold on tightly to my wand, preparing for the worse. As I entered the sitting room, I could see a figure with his wand out, it was pointed at me. Then just as suddenly as it had happened, the lights came back on.
I couldn't have been happier at the sight that met my eyes.
"HARRY!" I screamed as the spell finally propelled me into his open arms. I hugged him intensely. His arms wrapped around me tightly and I heard him gasp when my body crushed into his own.
I was quite content just staying in his arms where I felt safe and in control, but he finally let me go. I looked up into his face and he was smiling at me, with his beautiful straight teeth gleaming and his wonderfully green eyes shining directly into mine. Without any thought of asking him what he was doing there or why he was there, I crushed my mouth to his.
Our mouths met in a fierce hungry passion, something I had not felt in a long time. His tongue parted my lips gently but once inside raged on like an inferno. I could feel my legs losing the ability to support my weight, but I never fell. Instead I noticed Harrys' arms had gone around my middle and he was then holding me up, pressed against his body. His mouth broke away from mine, but the intensity of the kiss left me begging for more. He traveled down to my neck leaving burning sparks wherever he touched. My hands flew to his hair and I tugged slightly at it, a silent desire to urge him on. I felt my body being lifted off the floor and the familiar sight of my sitting room gave way to the comfortable appearance of my bedroom. I landed on my bed with a bounce, Harry right behind me, his lips back on mine.
I felt his hands make their way under my shirt as mine searched for the means in which to totally rid him of his. Finally I found the bottom of his shirt, looking breaking the kiss long enough to look him in the eyes, I removed his shirt from his body. I had only seen Harrys' bare torso once before, and that was right after a Quidditch game. But what I was looking at now was totally different, he had filled out quite nicely since then, and I was amazed.
Harry had finally succeeded in removing my shirt and bra successfully, and I lay there slightly afraid. I had never been this open with someone. I had always promised myself I would lose my virginity to my husband or someone I was in love with. If that's the way I wanted it, then why did this feel so right?
Harrys' eyes were scanning over my body, taking in all the sights. I closed my eyes, feeling terribly vulnerable. I could still feel his gaze on me, and I began to blush. I felt his hand brush against my face, and my eyes fluttered open. He was staring into my eyes now, they were asking the same thing I had been thinking, "Are you ok with this?"
"Hermione," I heard him croak out my name, his voice thick with passion. " I'm letting you know now, if you are uncomfortable with this at all just say the word, and I will leave. But if not, and you are fine with this, then I wont be able to stop myself. Hermione, I have been in love with you since the moment I met you, it just took me so long to realize. I have dreamt about making love to you for as long as I can remember. I believe you are my soul mate, which is why you came back to me."
Harry could have been chanting some ancient ritual for all I listened. All I heard was that he loved me. Nothing could have been more perfect, or more truthful. I had heard what I have been wanting to hear for the past ten years. Without waiting for him to say anything else, I placed my lips on his, giving him my answer.