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Not much more after this just another 3 chapters!! Guess that's means I'm going to have to get off my arse and finish my other story.
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Chapter 10 (You're my Best Friend)
Harry stormed into his room slamming shut the door behind him; his blood boiling. When he thought back over what could have happened … he clenched his fists at his side willing himself to calm down but it was no use. Picking up the closest thing to him, which happened to be a picture frame, he threw it across the room with such force that the glass shattered on contact.
Silence filled the room as the broken frame lay in pieces on the floor. Harry walked over and knelt down beside the glass. Slowly and carefully he pulled out the picture trying not to damage it anymore than it already was. The 3 smiling faces looked back up at him, waving happily. It was a picture taken at their graduation ceremony nearly 2 years ago, although to Harry it seemed like a whole different lifetime. Placing the picture on a nearby desk, Harry continued to walk around the room; he was too restless to sit still.
Why? Why didn't he force Hermione to leave the castle when he had the chance? Why didn't he order her to go? Running his hand through his hair he forced himself to think of something else but the fact that he had nearly lost the woman he loved kept filling his mind.
Harry had no idea what he would do if something happening to Hermione. He'd never be able to forgive himself, knowing he should have been there to protect her, knowing he should have done more. He had been lucky this time but what about the next time? Would Voldemort send others? Christ, if he'd manage to convince one of the aurors to follow him, there's no saying how far he'd go. What about the battle? Would he focus of getting hold of Hermione? Would Harry still be able to fight knowing that Hermione was in danger? Would he be able to kill Voldemort knowing it might be the end to Hermione's life? Question after question filled his brain and it was driving him insane.
Harry looked around the room hoping that the answer would just pop out of the wall, but it didn't.
Harry glanced over at his desk where piles of papers sat; there were a few pictures, one of his parents, and many of
the whole gang from over the years. As he continued to survey the room his eyes stopped. Sitting in the corner of the
room was a guitar, and a smile crossed his lips. He remembered Sirius spending hours trying to teach him the summer of
his 6th year, the first summer Harry could spend with Sirius as the charges had been dropped. Harry had no sense of
rhythm and trying to teach him to play had been the one of the most stressful things ever, but they had a laugh.
Walking over to the guitar he picked it up, running his fingers along the strings.
He hadn't played it since he left Hogwarts; Harry wasn't even sure why he took it everywhere he went. Moving back over to the sofa he sat down, thinking, wondering; would it still be in tune?
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Hermione quickly walked down the corridor towards Harry's room, Sirius had been right, she couldn't just leave things the way they were. If the final battle came and Harry did die, he deserved to know how she felt, and they could spend these last few days together. She'd rather have a few days with him then never have anything at all.
As she reached his door she stopped, nerves suddenly getting the better of her. All she had to do was tell him the truth, tell him that she loved him and she was scared. But what if she was too late? What if she had hurt him too much and now he didn't want anything to do with her? Shaking those kinds of thoughts out her mind, her eyes locked on the wooden door in front of her. It was clear what she needed to do. Hermione had to tell Harry the truth just like what he had done to her. If he could open his heart to her, then she could do the same to him. Raising her hand to knock, she noticed that she was shaking. Taking a deep breath, she calmed herself.
Just at that moment a soft sound, which sounded a lot like music to Hermione, began to drift through the door. It was intoxicating. So soft and beautiful, Hermione couldn't bring her self to disturb it. She dropped her hand back down to her side, all thoughts of knocking disappearing from her mind.
Slowly she lifted her wand and pointed it at the lock, "Alohomora" she whisper and the lock opened. Thank
goodness that Harry didn't put any extra strong locking charms on his door.
Cautiously, she gently pushed the door so it wouldn't make a noise and took a step into the room. The sight she saw
warmed her heart and amazed her. Harry was sitting on the sofa completely unaware that she was there; holding a guitar
on his lap, smoothly strumming the strings. Hermione stood there fixed to the spot, staring at the wondrous sight
before her. Harry looked so peaceful. His body was relaxed and his eyes shone with sadness, but had something else
hidden within their depth, something Hermione hadn't seem for a while. He looked completely different from a few
hours ago. Hermione remembered the events that had taken place earlier, and she shivered slightly.
As Hermione's mind began to drift away a tender voice brought her back to reality. Harry was singing and surprisingly, he had a good voice. A deep sensitive voice that bore itself deep down into Hermione's core melting away her insides, creating a flock of butterflies and spreading peace as she felt it reach every part of her body. His voice was mesmerizing and Hermione now had no choice but to stand and listen. As she did tears came to her eyes as she listened to the words that Harry sung.
"I never had no one … that I could count on
I've been let down so many times.
I was tired of hurtin'
So tired of searchin'
Till you walked into my life"
"It was a feelin' … I'd never known
And for the first time … I didn't feel alone"
Hermione couldn't believe what she was hearing. Was Harry singing about her? … no he couldn't be! She had to
leave, to get out of that room. She didn't care if they needed to talk; the emotions that were welling up inside
her were unbearable. She wanted to cry, or run but her feet remained where they were.
"You're more than a lover
There could never be another
To make me feel the way you do
Oh, we just get closer
I fall in love all over
Every time I look at you"
Hermione's head was telling her to leave but her heart was telling her to stay.
"I don't know where I'd be
Without you here with me
Life with you makes perfect sense
You're my best friend
You're my best friend, oh yeah"
Tears continued to fall from Hermione eyes. Harry voice was filling the room but also filling her soul and her heart. It sent a warm tingling feeling from her head to the tips of her toes. She was in heaven, not even Voldemort himself could have moved her from this place at that very moment.
"You stand by me
And you believe in me
Like nobody ever has
When my world goes crazy
You're right there to save me
You make me see how much I have
And I still tremble when we touch
And oh the look in your eyes
When we made love"
Hermione's mind floated back over all the years she had known Harry, from that first meeting on the Hogwarts Express to the morning they spent under the tree. She had always been at his side and she always would be no matter what happened.
Harry heard a small sound come from the door, and glancing over he saw Hermione standing there, tears falling down her cheeks and a far away look in her eyes. Harry stopped playing and just stared at her. How long had she been standing there? How much had she heard?
Hermione was suddenly shaken from her thoughts when she realized the sweet music and Harry's voice had stopped. Looking over, her eyes locked with his and she could feel the blush creep up her neck and filling her cheeks.
"Please … don't stop!" Hermione asked, her eyes silently begging. Hermione watched as Harry thought about what to do. Just when she thought Harry was going to put the guitar down, he began once again playing the exquisite music.
"And I still tremble when we touch
And oh the look in your eyes
When we made love"
"You're more than a lover
There could never be another
To make me feel the way you do
Oh, we just get closer
I fall in love all over
Every time I look at you"
Hermione closed the door behind her and walked slowly into the room to the sofa that Harry was sitting on. She sat down next to him and he continued to play. Their eyes locked and Hermione could see all the love and desire he held in his heart, bringing fresh tears to her eyes when she realized that love was for her.
"I don't know where I'd be
Without you here with me
Life with you makes perfect sense
You're my best friend
You're my best friend"
Harry continued to sing, staring in to the eyes of the woman he loved. Tears were still sliding down her cheeks but she
was smiling, that gorgeous smile which always brought butterflies to his stomach. Harry knew that all his emotions were
painted clearly across his face for everyone to see, but what surprised him the most was that those emotions, the ones
of love, desire, passion were all reflected back in Hermione's eyes.
"You're more than a lover
There could never be another
To make me feel the way you do
Oh, we just get closer
I fall in love all over
Every time I look at you
I don't know where I'd be
Without you here with me
Life with you makes perfect sense
You're my best friend
You're my best friend
You're my best friend"
Once Harry had finished the song he placed the guitar on the floor, his eyes never leaving Hermione's for a second.
"I think we need to talk!" was all she said, a smile still on her lips and the love still in her eyes as
Harry just nodded his agreement.
Silence filled the room as neither one of them made a move to speak first. Hermione sat next to Harry on the sofa and
fiddled with her nails. She knew there was no turning back now, she had
to tell him.
"I'm sorry." Hermione had spoken so quietly Harry wasn't even sure if he had heard. "I'm sorry for how I've been acting, the shouting, the arguing I …"
"It's as much my fault as it is yours." Harry interrupted he wasn't going to let her take all the blame for something which wasn't her fault.
"Harry please!" She held out one of her hands to silence him. "I need to say this," her eyes met his begging him to just listen.
"The other morning … when we …" Hermione closed her eyes and took a deep breathe, now she knew how Harry felt the other night.
"I felt things when I was with you, which I have never felt before. It was amazing and I was scared. You brought out so many feelings in me that were … so intense I didn't know how to handle them. The feelings were overpowering … I had never been so happy before in my life. My dreams were coming true and then all of a sudden they were gone."
A lone tear slide down Hermione's cheek and Harry knew what she was talking about.
"Herms I'm …"
"No!" She said placing a finger over his mouth. "It's my turn to talk." Harry just nodded but Hermione didn't remove her finger.
"We went from being friends, to lovers, to arguing and fighting and when you wanted me to go to Romania, that was the last straw."
Harry went to speak but Hermione beat him to it. "Shh, when you told me you loved me, I
realized you were just doing it to protect me but I didn't want to believe it, and then I was angry at you. I was
angry that you wanted to send me away. It didn't matter if it was to protect me or not. Added to the news of
Voldemort, I didn't know if I could handle the pain."
Her hand slipped down and Harry grabbed it with his own giving it a comforting squeeze. "I couldn't bear it if
I lost you … I love you Harry Potter." Her cinnamon eyes locked with his
intense emerald eyes. "I'm in love with you."
Hermione now let her tears fall freely as she brought her hands up to rest on either side of Harry's face. "I love you … but I can't bear to lose you Harry … I can't watch you go out there and die." She threw her arms around his neck hugging him tightly as if her life depended on it. "I can't lose you," she whispered in his ear.
They remained like that for an eternity before Harry pulled back to look into her eyes. He knew she was seeing him through a blur of tears. Slowly he moved his hand and touched her cheek, softly wiping away a stray tear. His hand slid down to coil around the back of her neck and he pulled her closer.
"You're not going to lose me." Harry told her as his lips moved closer to hers. Hermione whispered his
name softly; it sounded more like a plea or possibly a prayer.
The kiss he pressed to her lips was meant to comfort her, but as their lips touch softly and tenderly Harry could taste the saltiness of her tears and everything changed.
The kiss became hot and hungry and desperate. She was thinking of the last two days lost; two days which she will never
be able to get back. Her hand move tentatively down the front of
his chest and under his shirt until her palm was pressed flat against his bare chest. Slowly one by one Hermione undid
the buttons, gentles slipping his shirt to the floor. Timidly she ran her hand up across his shoulder and down his
naked back; touching, exploring.
Before they could go any further, Harry pulled back and placed his hands on her shoulders. Hermione's hands still
rested on his bare stomach and a look of shock and worry fill her eyes.
Harry lightly kissed her lips to reassure her everything was okay. "Are you sure Hermione?"
His eyes were serious and she could see that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him, but he was giving her the chance to decide to slow the pace down. Without an answer, Hermione leaned forward and captured Harry's lips with hers in a passionate kiss. Their tongues fought for dominance as their hands fumbled with each other's clothes.
With a groan, Harry wrenched his shirt off and tossed it aside, Hermione's clothes soon followed.
Harry lightly traced his lips down her throat and over her collar bone, she took a sharp intake of breath as Harry's lips kissed and nibbled the sensitive skin just below her ear, sending shivers running through her body.
His hands were everywhere, touching her, rubbing, stroking, squeezing, and sliding down over the curve of her breasts. Hermione could do nothing but give in to the aching pleasure of it all.
That's how they remained for the rest of the night and early hours of the morning. They became a wild, passionate tangle of naked bodies and searching mouths; loving each other, exploring, making up for lost time.