Be Mine

Harmony_Forever

Rating: PG13
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 22/02/2005
Last Updated: 22/02/2005
Status: completed

This is just a quick One Shot inspired by the Scholastic Valentine's teaser.. Harry comes across his name carved in a tree trunk with two initials ingraved beneath a heart.

Chapters

1. Be Mine

1. Be Mine

(Hello everyone… I had this idea jump out at me since the Valentines Scholastic teaser, and so I took some time out from writing Chapter 15 of Drop Of Eternal Sacrifice, and wrote this quick one shot… This is my first One Shot, I'm not really a fan of writing them, but I wanted to get this idea written down, so I decided I'd share it with everyone here also… Hope you enjoy.)

Be Mine

Harry allowed the wild wind to whip his hair and robes in all directions as he made his way towards the Whomping Willow. The gray sky's above reflected his mood and he could have cared less if the heavens decided to pelt rain into his face, for now that didn't seem to be happening, but without a doubt it would rain sooner or later.

The Whomping Willow swayed gently from side to side as if barely affected by the horrific wind current. Harry curled his fingers around a long stick he had found, and he pushed on the knob which instantly caused the tree to freeze.

Harry took a quick glance around him just to make sure no one had been following him, but just as he expected, no one was there. He pushed against the howling wind in an effort to reach the entrance to the pathway leading to the Shrieking Shack, and just before he was getting ready to slide himself into the hole at the base of the tree, he spotted something that made his heart hammer within his chest.

There, carved on the trunk of the Whomping Willow, was Harry's name and just below was a small heart with an arrow. A lump grew in Harry's throat and his mind began to whirl with possibilities of who it could be when he realized that underneath the heart was an almost unreadable “H” followed by a “G”.

HG?

Harry tried to think of names of various girls in all the houses that he had come across recently because the carving wasn't old, it was done within the past few days. Harry knew this because he had used the Whomping Willow entrance to make a quick trip to Hogsmead on Monday as an escape from all his studies.

Ron had wanted to come along, but Hermione had promised to help him prepare for his apparition examination that same day and he had to reluctantly decline Harry's offer as Hermione scowled at Ron for even asking her if she could help him another day instead.

Harry shook his head as he drifted into the entrance of the Whomping Willow. Ron and Hermione… Hermione and Ron. They, both of them, were the reason for Harry's escape. They were the reason he wanted to be alone and why he didn't want either of them finding him.

The only thing Harry didn't understand is why he was feeling like this, why was it driving him crazy when he saw them whispering about something together? Why did he feel like putting a hole in the wall when he heard a group of girls gossiping about Ron being with Hermione? And why above all did he feel like it was his mission to find out if there was something happening between them?

Luna likes Ron. Why weren't Luna and Ron together?

Harry's hands clenched into fists. Why Hermione? Why his Hermione?

Harry shook his head, that's not what he had meant, or did he?

Harry threw himself on a broken and torn armchair, he didn't know anything anymore, and he was loosing his marbles, especially when he was around Hermione.

************ flashback

“Harry, it's your turn mate.”

Harry was studying her long lean legs that were currently crossed while she sat in her favorite place reading. They looked so soft,

It should be a crime to allow girls to wear skirts, Harry thought. No, maybe not all girls… just girls like Hermione.

“Oy Harry!” Ron called trying to get Harry's attention back to the chess game.

He noticed Hermione had placed her book on her lap and was now staring into Harry's bright green eyes with her soft cinnamon ones.

“What's wrong Harry?” She had asked when he couldn't stop staring at her.

“Wrong?... n-nothing.” He answered trying to rip his eyes off her.

Oh yeah, nothing's wrong except for the fucking fact that every bloody time I see you I'm picturing what it would be like to have your little hands all over me, my lips on yours… Fuck Harry, get a bloody hold of yourself! She's your best friend for Merlin's sake!

“Are you sure your okay Harry?” She asked softly, concern embedded in her glistening dark eyes.

“Actually… I… I'm kind of tired… I think I'll go to bed.”

And take a really, really cold shower before that. Harry added in his mind.

“Harry, it's only eight o'clock!” Ron protested.

“Let him go Ron, he looks like he needs some rest.” Hermione said softly.

Harry gave Hermione a grateful nod before slumping off towards the Boy's Dormitory.

********

Firewhiskey… For some strange reason he had an urge to have a glass, or two, or three of Firewhiskey. But no, he wouldn't.

Even though he could have easily got some for himself, he wouldn't degrade himself to drinking.

He sighed heavily and threw his head back against the dusty headrest. It was quiet here except for the frequent creaking sounds the shack made while it swayed unsteadily. The only reason it stood, Harry thought, was because it was probably supported by a great deal of magic.

Ron and Hermione… Hermione and Ron. It was everywhere, it even clouded his dreams, or should he now refer to them as nightmares? Yeah, they were definitely nightmares.

Harry walking into the Common Room with Ron hovering over Hermione, her blouse undone halfway, with her delicate hands on Ron's bare back.

Harry pouring his heart out to Hermione and all of a sudden Hermione just says she's sorry but she doesn't love him because she loves Ron instead.

Torture, those dreams, nightmares he meant, were absolute torture. Why? Well they were his two best friends, they shouldn't be together… but somehow Harry found himself wishing it was him in the nightmares with Hermione and Ron walking in on them. A smile trailed across Harry's face as he imagined what it would be like for her long slender fingers to burry into his messy black hair.

Harry sighed heavily again. He just couldn't escape it, he just couldn't wriggle free from Ron and Hermione…Hermione and Ron… together. Would he ever get used to it? Would he be able to continue to control himself around Hermione? Why… Why was it so hard to have that control? Luna didn't make him act like an idiot, and neither did Ginny. In fact, it seemed to be only Hermione that made his hormones go into overdrive.

Harry you fucking fool you LIKE her! …No it couldn't be…It had to be some stupid thing that every guy best friend goes through when his other best guy friend is supposedly dating your best girl friend.

This was useless… sitting here alone in the Shrieking Shack was useless… pointless… he was still thinking of Ron and Hermione, and they weren't even anywhere near him.

Reluctantly, Harry heaved himself out of the old smelly armchair and carried himself towards the entrance at the foot of the Whomping Willow.

When he had finally reached it, a flash of lightening illuminated a pair of shoes, someone was standing at the base of the entrance. Harry frowned wondering who in the world would be out on the grounds in weather like this, and how someone had managed to get so close to the truck of the Whomping Willow. As a clap of thunder threatened the atmosphere, he edged himself closer and dropped to his hands and knees to get a better view of the figure before him.

The figure was a girl.

Another flash of lightening gave Harry a clear view of her face.

Harry's eyes widened… it was Hermione. Her dark drenched curls stuck to the sides of her face, her white collared shirt was now transparent and clung to her skin revealing her creamy colored skin. The only thing preventing Harry from seeing the entire top portion of Hermione was a white bra that nicely outlined her mature breasts.

God she's so beautiful.

Her slender, delicate, long fingers traced Harry's name on the bark of the old tree trunk.

“Harry.” She whispered as raindrops trickled down her face and lingered on her full pink lips, that seemed to tremble slightly. “It hurts so much to love you this way, why can't I just accept that you'll never be mine.”

Harry's heart leapt to his throat and her words made is difficult for him to breath as his chest felt compressed.

H.G. … Hermione Granger… how thick am I? … she likes me… no, she loves me… and I… I

“I love you too.” He murmured under his breath.

She spun around to look behind her.

“Who's there?” She called out with a hint of fear in her tone.

Harry hadn't expected for Hermione to hear him, panic pulsed through his veins and he had no idea what he was going to do, so he just lay low in the dark shadows and waited for his chance to escape unnoticed.

He watched as Hermione pulled her wand out and slowly examined her surroundings. Then, as Harry had hoped, she carefully began to march around the base of the tree trunk to see if there was anyone hidden on the other side.

As quietly and as swiftly as possible Harry dashed from the entrance to the Shrieking Shack and started grinning at how easily he had escaped, when Hermione gracefully spun around on her heels with her wand pointed straight in Harry's direction.

He couldn't believe he had just fallen for the oldest trick in the book. His heart raced in anticipation of what was to come next.

Another flash of lightening illuminated the night sky.

“Harry?” She lowered her wand.

Even in the darkness, Harry was able to see that her face went pale.

“W,what are you doing here?” She asked again.

Harry ran a hand through his wet dark hair.

“I, uuhhh… I was… thinking.” He answered.

“Thinking?” She repeated with a slight frown.

Harry nodded.

“Why… What are you doing here?” He questioned her in return; he had almost asked why she had been tracing his name with her finger.

“Oh,” Her gaze fell from Harry's bright green eyes and rested on the soggy ground and the tips of her shoes. “well… same as you… thinking.” She wrapped her arms around herself in order to try and cover herself up.

Harry slowly made his way to stand just before Hermione, she continued to stare at the ground. With three fingers he gently caressed her chin, begging her to look up into his eyes once more. Their eyes met and a soft blush crept across her cheeks.

“I'm here,” Harry began softly. “because I thought you were with Ron,” He noticed Hermione's chocolate brown eyes had widened. “and I didn't know why that bothered me so much.” He continued. “but… now I know.”

Hermione's eyebrows furrowed as she tried to understand what Harry was saying to her.

“You're… you're so amazing Hermione…. Amazing, beautiful, intelligent… and to me, you're perfect.” He stated softly as his heart thundered within his ribcage.

Hermione stood frozen , just staring into his enchanting green eyes, he had completely taken her breath away and she wondered if what she had heard was really what he had said. She felt his arms wrap around her waist as he pulled her closer, she felt his warm body press up against her numb, cold skin, and she held back a gasp deep in her throat.

Her hands trailed up his wet robes that clung to his chest and her fingers lightly tangled into his messy hair at the back of his head. She pulled him closer to her face so that their noses were nearly touching, and his warm steady breath brushed against her soft, pink lips.

Their lips crashed together while their hands searched one another. Her lips were soft and warm, they were better then Harry had ever imagined. He felt her desperate tongue search for an entry into his mouth , and he deepened the kiss by colliding them together. She moaned softly into his mouth and he felt her vibration through his own body, causing him to groan with pleasure.

Slowly their lips parted, and they went in for another soft quick kiss. She searched his eyes and he searched hers.

“Be mine Hermione.” He whispered softly.

“I've always been yours.” She whispered back breathlessly.

-->