To Have Loved You But Once

sourplummers

Rating: R
Genres: Angst, Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 4
Published: 23/04/2003
Last Updated: 23/04/2003
Status: completed

To know is to live. Hermione changes her appearence for one night , to live wildly just for one night. But what happens when she incidentally meets her best friend? Finding herself possibly linked passionately with Harry Potter. But just for one night. To have slept with Harry Potter for a night and forcing herself to forget about it.

Chapters

1. To have loved you but once

1. To have loved you but once

A/N: A one chapter thing. There will be a sequel , if I get enough reviews. I hope you enjoyed it, wrote it in a rush.

Summary : To know is to live. Hermione changes her appearence for one night , to live wildly just for one night. But what happens when she incidentally meets her best friend? Finding herself possibly linked passionately with Harry Potter. But just for one night. To have slept with Harry Potter for a night and forcing herself to forget about it.

Disclaimer : This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Key Words : bad bad fic.

Rating : R

Spoilers : Harry Potter and The Chamber Of Secrets , Harry Potter and The Philosophers Stone, Harry Potter and The Prisoner Of Azkaban , Harry Potter and the Goblet Of Fire.

Pairings : Harry / Hermione

Warning: BAD FIC!! BAD BAD FIC!! It just goes to show how much of a bad writer I am. Not recommended, the only reason I posted it up is because of Jay aka XxKkangxX.

To Have Loved You But Once

***

“Are you sure this is going to work?”

Hermione asks while staring at her brown locks. Ginny Weasley shakes her head yet again, her eyes narrow to a slit as she tries to smoothen out a cream on Hermione’s hair. She reaches out to grab a bottle but Hermione’s hand meets with it in a faster motion.

“Ginny, is this going to work?” she asks again as her fingers grope the bottle.

“Yes it is” she replies hoarsely whilst her hands dance inside of Hermione’s hair.

Hermione closes her eyes as Ginny squirts more cream into her very brown hair.

A small grin appears on Ginny’s face as she walks towards a sink and scrubs her hands rigidly. Hermione’s eyes open slowly and looks at herself, every strand of her hair moistened by that white monstrosity. Touching Hermione’s shoulder gently, Ginny whispers into her ear;

“I have never tried this before.”

Wrinkles start to show on Hermione’s face, her mouth urges to speak but she stops. Ginny mutters a charm. Hermione’s hair changes almost immediately with a ‘POP’. Hermione stares at herself in awe as her strawberry blond hair cascades down her bosom.

“GINNY!” while rising from her seat

Ginny smirks. She shows Hermione the bottle.

“For Strawberry Blond Hair” she reads quietly “But …but….but…. you said this thing was going to straighten my hair!”

“I lied”

“But …. I’m a blond” she crashes into her seat once again.

Ginny rolls her eyes “So?” Hermione glares up at her “ Hermi…dear…people are going to recognize you even if you do have straight hair” Ginny forms Hermione’s hair into a pony tail “But with big blond hair, you look…”

“Charlie’s Angels?”

“Different”

“How did I let you talk me into this?”

Ginny doesn’t answer, she opens a drawer and takes a box of contact lenses out.

“Now for this” while holding it out as if it was on exhibition.

Hermione groans.

***

Two hours later.

“No way in hell am I wearing that”

Ginny drapes a sexy red dress over herself. Hermione crosses her arms in frustration while shaking her head in disgust. Ginny’s right hand clutches her waist as she gestures for Hermione to wear the dress.

“No , Ginny! No! I don’t like that… I did the hair…the make-up…..the blue eyes….the five inch heels. I am positively not going to wear that dress even if my life depended on it”

“But, Hermione.. for once in your life, be sexy , be spontaneous , live a little!”

“What’s so sexy about a dress that leaves just about this much of imagination?” she holds out two fingers and leaves about an inch of space in between them.

“FINE! pick the dress you want!”

Hermione walks perkily over to her wardrobe and starts to scurry for a dress.

The door creaks open, Ginny looks at it phlegmatically. A six year old girl walks in while rubbing her half closed eyes;

“What’s with all the screaming?” she yawns.

“You’re arrogant sister persists on wearing this dress” she points to the red dress.

A cute laugh escapes her tiny mouth “Hermione,” she laughs even louder.

“TA-DA,” Hermione shouts as she jumps out of the closet.

With her feign blond hair freely laying on her shoulders and her striking blue eyes, she looks lovely. Her white blouse hugs her shape tightly yet the gray skirt that hangs below her knees makes the sophisticated part of her ooze with delight. She gives a twirl, enlightening the audience with a soft smile.

“God, who are you,” the little girl asks.

“Your big sister who just realized that she has tits.”

“Hermione!” Ginny swats Hermione playfully “there’s a kid here”

Hermione kneels down and comes to face with the six year old girl “Delilah, you don’t know what tits are, do you?”

She shakes her head.

***

At The Bar

Hermione fiddles with the straw inside her cosmopolitan , she looks up and smiles at the bartender. He approaches her slowly , rolling up his sleeve while his lips form a sardonic uplift;

“Miss…I’ll tell you a little secret…the drinks here are over price”

Hermione giggles “I’m not here for the drinks”

“Oh? what else is there?” he asks sarcastically.

“The guys”

“There aren’t many here”

Hermione scans the area, he smiles;

“You see.. out of six girls only one guy will be let in”

Her body swiftly moves to face him.

“Why?”

“To make things interesting”

Their eyes meet for a while, he flashes her his pearly white teeth, her jaw slightly open. He asks her softly “You need a guy?”, she breaths “ badly”. To her surprise, he averts his eyes towards the front entrance, a lone finger casually points toward it;

“Three of them just walked in”

Her head turns slightly, she could see a mop of black hair move against the crowd, she squinted. His face starts to arise but she couldn’t quite identify it, he stops, gesturing some of his friends to move forward. Finally, his facial features start to come forth, Hermione gapes at him for a while until she turns to hide. “Shit” she mutters under her breath. The bartender gives her a perturbed look and asks “Friends of yours?”

She nods.

He walks away, she stays put, hoping to not be known by any of them. She takes another sip of her drink, her long leg steps onto the hard wooden floor, she quickly pushes herself off her chair to flee. Hermione! Get out of here!. Her hard stilettos barely even causing a squeak as she tries to escape.

It’s funny how the person you want get away from is the person you bump into. The next thing Hermione knows is that she’s on the floor with her skirt above her upper thigh. Harry’s eyes are wide open as he helps her up;

“Shit…I’m so sorry … I can be such a prick at times..”

“It’s okay” Hermione’s eyes avoid his.

“Miss, let my buy you a drink.. you look like you need one”

“What is that suppose to mean?” she looks him straight in the eye.

Harry’s brow furrows as he watches her, she mentally kicks herself for her stupidity. Stupid…stupid…stupid.

“Nothing.. please, just one drink.. I’ll feel guilty all day”

Hermione is one to know that nobody can convince Harry other wise.

“Fine” she gulps.

They sit at the bar whilst Hermione rubs her half covered foot, it hurt, it really did, and she never was used to 5 inch heels. Harry ordered the drink as Hermione starts to lean closer towards him so she can massage her ankle. Harry notices this, the way her hair smells, the fragrance of vanilla essence grimacing his nostrils.

“Miss? Is your ankle okay?”

“Yeah, its fine…stop calling me miss, it’s Her… it’s Herandra”

“Oh”

“It’s polite to reply, you know” Hermione snapped

“Harry” he grumbled

“Harry what?”

“You didn’t tell me yours”

“You didn’t ask”

“You could just be nicer to the person who’s buying you a drink”

“I did not ask for it!” she retaliated politely.

“Fine, it’s Potter”

“Oh”

“What? no witty comment on how petty I am just because I’m famous? or .. or…. or how I think I’m above others in every way?”

“Ever the exaggerator , Harry?” she asks nonchalantly.

Harry’s expression softens as he hears her say his name, there is something about this girl, something vast. A single strain of blond hair falls on her shoulder, she blows it away, his eyes upon her every movement.

“What are you looking at?” Hermione asks rudely.

“Nothing”

“My charming good looks that just glisten under the dim light? My beautiful blonde hair that just bounces ? My big blue eyes that reflects ice?”

“Ever the egoist …He..ran…de..ra”

“Herandra.. dra.. dra”

He laughs at her antics, this is some girl.

***

About 30 minutes later…

A slow song fills the milieu, his hands on hers, looking intensely into her eyes, she couldn’t help but feel a tweak in her stomach. Harry’s hand caresses her knee as he whispers into her ear;

“Dance with me”

Harry’s hands on Hermione’s waist, leading her towards the dance floor. He pulls her closer, close enough to feel her breath on his face. She places her hands neatly on top of his shoulders, fidgeting slightly under his faint touch. Hermione’s legs withers as he starts to grind his pelvic area into hers. She instinctively moves her head to meet his, he moves even closer to her, her eyes drop down to feel his soft lips. He moves closer…closer….closer. DO NOT DO THIS!!. But at that moment, all she could feel is Harry , Harry and Harry.

The kiss , not full-on nor tender, yet passionate. He kisses her bottom lip , she just closes her eyes , letting her body tingle against the press. He stops, abruptly. Her head returns to it’s original place, on his shoulder. She could smell the aroma of his body . He caresses her hair , whispering into her ear;

“Let me have you”

NO!!!

“Yes”

***

All he wants is her and all she wants is him. A look into each other’s eyes can tell them just that. Harry opens the door for Hermione, she smiles at him. She sits on his couch and admires the apartment for a while, he looks at her, she looks at him. She walks furtively towards his bedroom. They kiss.

He starts to unbutton her shirt, touching the soft skin along the way. He kisses her neck, her collar bone… her breasts. She pulls away and straddles him, yanking off his shirt. He looks up at her pleadingly, her lips slightly apart , she leans in to kiss her but she objects. He tries to speak, she silences him with a passionate kiss.

Harry moans as she kisses his neck, her warm mouth sucking on the sensitive skin. Fuck it, I need him. His hands travel up and down her back, he pulls her down on top of him, her breaths short and heavy. She starts to crawl down, trailing kisses along the way.

She unbuckles his pants, pushing it off forcefully, she soon continues with his boxers. And so it continues, their journey towards eternal bliss.

***

Hermione wakes up in the morning, she finds herself inside his arms. His warm arms covering her bosom, if he had known who she was, if he had known she was truly his best friend. He wouldn’t have loved or love her.

Although it was but a night, Hermione knows that Harry has feelings for Heran…de..ra. In fact, she thinks he is in love with her, and she Hermi….ony in love with him.

But to admit her true feelings and her true identity will hurt him too much. So, she walks out the door and forgets about that night. She would. She promises herself.

The End.