Where Will It Hurt?

Where will it hurt?

TruthbeTold

AN: Hey, just a warning there’s an almost radioactive fluff level to this story. I’m begging you to forgive me for exposing you to it right now before you get started. I was in a really good sweet mood and I was missing my boyfriend terribly when I wrote this, so please forgive me. This is like cotton candy clouds and little bunny cupids sweet. This is dedicated to all the people who reviewed my last story. You guys are the greatest, sorry you get a sucky story dedicated to you. I’m posting an uncompleted story tonight though so you might want to check that one out if this one is too sickeningly sweet.

He was in the closest thing to heaven on earth. The warm golden sunlight was filtering through his closed eyes. The cool grass of the pitch was tickling the back of his neck. Every now and then a soft wind would come by and sweep over him. He’d here the grass ruffle, the ever-present chirp of insects, and once in a while the low murmur of a passing owl’s hoot would reach his ears. He could smell the newly clipped grass, the brilliant freshness of the air, and the so wonderful yet forgotten scents of nature. There was something else so natural and wonderful about that moment. She was there. He felt the coolness of her hand like silk, as she passed it over his forehead. He heard her soft content humming, something she often did when happy, as she ran her fingertips up and down his arm, trailing softly, mimicking the almost non-existent caress of the wind. She was like a nymph, a being of nature, so naturally beautiful, but so calm and quiet she could go unnoticed, be forgotten, taken for granted, but not by him. He opened his eyes slowly allowing her beauty to swallow him again as it always did. Her brown sugar and honey eyes were looking down at him with warmth and compassion he had yet to grow accustomed to. He wallowed in it, savored, treasured it. Not for a million years, not for all eternity, could he think of a way to describe that look and the feeling he got from it alone. He had tried to before and would try to again, but always failing drastically.

“Thinking about the game tonight, babe?” She asked her voice washing over him like a welcomed ripple in long placid water. He allowed his hand to come up and tangle in a curl of her golden brown hair. She was so serene, so lovely, untainted, and innocent that it should have been a sin to touch or even look upon her.

“No, just thinking of how beautiful you are.” He replied truthfully.

A blush blossomed over her like the radiance of dawn breaking upon the East. She averted her eyes and a small amiable smile graced the fullness of her lips.

“Harry…” his named tumbled from her lips like the whispering melodic fall of water from a fountain. “You didn’t have to say that.” She said humbly. How could a creature so divine not know that she shines with a radiance so heavenly and alluring that diamonds would lose their luster and the brilliance of gold would falter when compared to the perfection of her creation? He shook his head at her. How could one so full of wisdom and grace not know what she was? He cupped her silken cheek in his hand and guided her eyes to his own.

“Yes, I did. It’s the truth. You deserve to hear it more often. The truth doesn’t always hurt Mione.” He said then added. “Don’t argue with me either.” Her smile widened to a grin and her eyes twinkled with a light so beautiful his heart raced at the thought of having caused it. Her eyes suddenly changed.

“What’s wrong Hermione?” Harry asked.

She looked down at him laying on the sun kissed grass beside her, his raven hair falling into his worried green eyes. Her heart went out to him. How could one so scorned, hated, and degraded for the multitude of his years care so much? In his memory no one had ever loved him, as they should have and yet he still loved her with a fervor and intensity that rivaled all the bonded hearts of the world. And of all the many people on this earth, of all of them, how could he love her? Little did she know he was thinking the same of her. How could she that had been shown unprovoked contempt, prejudice, and hatred love him? He put her in more danger than the blood of the norm that ran through her veins. The Dark Lord and his underlings would always want to destroy her, crush the flower of her life, extinguish the light of her existence. She knew all of this and yet she loved him still. He had promised himself he have her with him and would protect her always. Should he have to break down the gates of Hell and shatter the pillars of the Earth to bring her back to him so be it.

In the times when the world became too much and fits of anger would escape him she had been there. She felt his unkind words even upon her like a lash across her supple skin and yet she forgave him always. She understood the shadows that racked his soul. She had made an oath within herself long ago to never leave his side. Even if he threw her bodily from him and broke her heart in pieces she would return. Her life and purpose was to be with him and she would be through it all.

After a period of silence in which they had both pondered this, worried that his question would go unanswered and the look of strange darkness would remain on her face, so he asked again.

“What’s the matter?”

She answered her voice uneasy, looking up at the waving House pennants in the soon to be filled stands.

“It’s the House Cup game. The two teams playing want to win so badly that I’m afraid you’ll be hurt.”

“Mione, love… I’ll be careful. I’ll be dreadfully sore after the game I’m sure, but I’ll be in one piece. I promise.” He told her. The warmth returned to her eyes, though he noticed the worry still hidden behind it.

“Pinky promise?” she asked extending to him her smallest yet elegantly tiny pinky finger in an endearingly childish gesture. He sighed and smiled, shaking his head having “pinky promised” her before.

“Yes, I suppose I have to.” He said hiding the chuckle in his voice. “I pinky promise.” He intertwined his finger with hers and the oath was made.

“Good,” She with a smile her worries for a moment appeased. “Now, where will it hurt?”

“What?” Harry asked, confused.

“Where will it hurt?” She asked again. “You said you’d be sore after the game and I intend to make it better or at least attempt to.” She swooped down and pressed her tiny pink lips to his in a chaste kiss.

“Are you going to kiss me and make it better?” He laughed when she had pulled away.

“Exactly…I knew you weren’t as dim as Snape claims you to be.” She said sticking her tongue out at him.

“Erk…never mention Snape and kissing that close together again please.” He joked. She shoved his side playfully. Her giddiness was replaced with gentle sweetness as she leaned over him placing and innocently soft kiss on both of his shoulders, shifting his collar from side to side so she could reach them. When he brought his hands to her face in an attempt to kiss her she only smiled and pulled away. She next took both his hands and kissed the palms and the tips of each of his fingers. She smiled coyly as kissed each of his elbows. She left him and crawled down to his legs where she placed airy butterfly kisses on each of his knees. He laughed when she came back up to him pushing the bottom of his shirt up an inch or two so she could plant a kiss just above his belly button.

“Just incase you get hit by something.” She remarked quietly folding his shirt down again. She was hovered over him; amazed at the contentment she seemed to be causing him. Hermione leaned down and removed his glasses before she laced the fingers of both their left and right hands together. She kissed him on both cheeks, once on the forehead, and once on the tip of the nose. He laughed and when he had closed his eyes for a second she kissed both of his eyelids. She finally kissed his lips allowing him to deepen it to his own desire. In a surge of happiness both felt the other smile against their own lips. Hermione let out a tiny moan of delight escape into his mouth, causing him to smile even more. When became necessary for them to part, cursed air addition, she smiled down at him breathlessly. He pulled her down into his arms and allowed her to pillow her head against his chest. Each lay in awe of the intense need they felt for the other.

“I love you, Mione.” He whispered in her ear.

“I love you too, Harry.” She replied turning so she could see his eyes and he hers.

“And I will always.” They said at the same time each renewing their silent vows.

AN: That’s it. Please forgive me once again for the immense amount of fluff, but I felt the need to post a Harry/Hermione story and this was all I had typed up and completed at the time. Please don’t review if you’re just going to tell me it was too sweet…I know that myself, but reviews would be appreciated.