Another You

Feron

Rating: NC17
Genres: Angst, Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 12/05/2005
Last Updated: 12/05/2005
Status: completed

Harry James Evans Potter Boy-Who-Lived Quidditch Captain Defeater of You-Know-Who for six straight years! DA Co-Founder/ Instructor And they all hope that another you will come along.

Chapters

1. Another You

1. Another You

Another You

You always like the light s off. With a flick of a hand everything disappeared. Everything was dark. The only thing I can see is the scant light from the loosely draped windows. I know how you feel. You hate for me to see the markings on your body. The threat of Voldemort seem so close at hand, now that you’re all grown up and able to face him one last time. The markings are a sign of that. Every damage and bruise you get from your training is not sufficient enough to save the whole world. Deep inside, you know that there will be another one after him. And they all hope that another you will come along.

It’s inevitable, yes, but also unwanted. That damned prophecy, hanging over our heads without malice because of the forthright meaning of it, either you or him in the end. But what if you die a minute later? But what if you just die? It will be the end for all of us. They don’t care about you. They care about your fame, fortune, skills, looks, and your ‘saving the people’ complex. But it’s not a complex. It’s what makes you, you. I’ve been overanalyzing this fact for a while and it never changes. It’s you. It’s your destiny. And a damned destiny it is. If there were an album in heaven with a description on the side like a yearbook has, yours would just say superficial things because they think that that is only your purpose in life.

Harry James Evans Potter

Boy-Who-Lived

Quidditch Captain

Defeater of You-Know-Who for six straight years!

DA Co-Founder/ Instructor

So we try. We try everything in our power to overcome our challenges and goals to reach the time when it’s all over. When will it be over though? Will it be over when you die? We try to forget everything and focus on what’s happening around us but we can’t. The sword of Damocles quivers over his head as the thread of hair that holds it wears away with time.

And now we’re here in this dusty old room waiting and watching in the dark. You tell me you realize something. That it’s been always like this in your life. That bloody cupboard under the stairs. This is all you could remember ever since you were born. You shift slightly on the bed to touch my face. I grab your hand and kiss it softly, tenderly like it was the most fragile thing in the world. It is to others, but to me it’s just your hand because I get to feel everything you have. I raise it to the moonlight to look at how fragile it really is but I can’t see it clearly like how the others see it.

I can feel your breath in my ear and a stray hair tickles my lobe. You either notice it or you don’t because you keep on doing it. I place your hand over my belly and let it rest there. You’re warm and comforting. I hope you feel the life you created in there. Once this is all over, it will be our lives starting. You said you never meant to do this to me. You never meant to ruin my life at eighteen and still at Hogwarts. But the truth is you made my life. You made a reason for me to hope that everything will be okay. We never meant for it to happen but it was meant to be. You said you should’ve made a better choice but I think this is the best choice.

Even if I feel you shiver from the brisk weather outside you reject the blanket I offer you and just hug me closer, tighter. I’m not going anywhere if that is what you’re thinking because I’m not the one who’s leaving. I feel you rising again. The barest touch can awaken you. I hope it’s only for me. My thigh is a bit damp from your moist. You grab my shoulders and push me to my side. Your hands are wandering down my arms to my abdomen. You trace your finger in circles and softly kiss my neck. You’re amazing, not only with your lips but also your hands.

I shouldn’t complain but I want to yell to the world about this. About how you have your arm wrapped around me while the other ventures south. About how you can make me feel sexy and tempting. About how you can love me unconditionally. Your lips never stop caressing my skin. The light feathery kisses and the hums you make are the death of me. The hand reaches its destination and you slightly nudge my thighs apart. I feel a chill and you cover it up like a blanket fulfilling its purpose.

I feel another sensation on my breasts and moan. I arch my back and feel you grasp for more. Your hands are still cold but it’s beginning to get warm. You tell me that I have beautiful breasts with tender rosy peaks that make you want to kiss every time you see. You rub the hard peak with gentle ease and roll them in your fingers. I can’t open my eyes. I’m afraid that if I open them that the flashes of light from the window will ruin the moment. We hate the light and the sun. We never did this when we could see each other. It’s not because we do not want to see each other. It makes it more real when I could see you. The reality that you could die sooner than expected will always be in your eyes and vice versa.

You deem it safer and more secure like this you said. I know you just want to protect me but can’t you see? I will always be in the line of fire, especially now that I’m with child. Your child, our child. I could still see in my mind how your reaction was when I told you. You smiled and hugged me at first then you grasped me tighter. Tighter, closer, it hurt. The way you were pressing me to you was desperate. I thought you were happy. You said you were but you said you were also disappointed. “In me?” I asked. You just shook your head.

It was because bringing a child to this war was your worst nightmare. That you can’t have the next savior of the world born yet before you could finish your destiny, that this child might resent you for even being alive. You were shaking and crying and sobbing. I held you until you stopped. You kissed me all over my face saying ‘Thank you’ over and over again.

I just realized that I held you for over four hours. For four hours you were agonizing over the birth of this child. But then I also realized how grateful and happy you were. I can’t break down. I promised myself that I would be strong for this. I’ve been blessed, no, that we have been thoroughly blessed.

Now, you could be found almost on top of me with your hot, wet mouth playing with my nipple, rolling your tongue against it and sucking it lightly. I completely, utterly let go. You love doing this to me. I blush at the thought. Yes, I still blush because never in a million years would I have thought of you saying that to anyone, especially me. Your best friend.

It’s not easy to move from under to on top of you. I want to let you feel how I feel. I lower my mouth to yours and gently kiss you. My lips dragging over your skin drives you crazy. I hear you moan and feel your hips grind against mine. Your hands holding me in place while you move with me in gentle rhythm. The hardness between us makes me cry out your name. Then you couldn’t wait any longer and you flipped me on my back. Next thing I knew you were completely inside me.

I still will never know how you know this so well. I know that I wasn’t your first but some Muggle you met last summer. I never asked why because I know it was just for comfort. I couldn’t be there for you when you needed me. It was a different kind of comfort you got. It must have felt different. I never told you that I cried myself to sleep when you told me.

We never planned to be together. It just happened. The start of seventh year you were different. You walked different, more confident, yet still at ease. I didn’t really get it at first until you told me that you’ve been with another. We were just friends then and I couldn’t ask for more until that time. You looked at me as if you made the biggest mistake of your life, like you did me wrong.

How can you? We were just friends. The next day was different though. Both of us were changed. That’s when I knew that you were mine completely and I was yours. The silent deal was sealed that same day in an abandoned classroom in the northeast wing of Hogwarts. Our faces never showed our affection though it was there. It was pure lust, raw and powerful. If anyone noticed this change no one mentioned it. I guess it was just ours to keep.

My legs are around your waist while you move yourself inside me. Your thrusts are eager and demanding. The slap of skin against skin is the only sound inside this room besides your heavy breathing and my moans. I love the sound of sex.

You never asked me if it hurt when you do this to me. It’s okay my eyes tell you while you plunge in deep. I welcome the hurt. It feels amazing just to be surrounded by you. I love how you could look like an innocent boy and be primal with me in bed or the desk or the floor or sometimes against the wall. You grip my sides harder and slam into me while I hold on to you for dear life.

You’re killing me slowly with your other hand flicking at my clit making me reach climax faster. I hate it when I go first. I always wanted you to empty yourself to me before I reach mine. I never told you this but I love how you are rough with me even if you don’t mean it. It gives you the only instance that you could control something, even if it is me. You’re my weakness and I’m yours.

They say sex is the cheapest way to release stress and this is it for you. I will be your stress reliever whenever you want me to. You tell me to open wider and I oblige. Then I felt your tongue down there. Sucking, Flicking, Biting, Pulling, Nipping. It feels amazing. Where did you learn that? Did you read it somewhere? Did you just do it because you felt like it?

I remember awkward kisses and fumbles and trips to every hidden corner in this place. We were experimenting. We can even be called randy or insatiable or just plain horny. We fuck, shag, do it, make love, whatever you call it we did it. I’m not bookish Hermione Granger when I’m with you. I’m a sultry seductress, queen, lover, your passion. I’m your toy. I can be whatever, whoever you want me to be as long as it’s me you’re doing it to. I can change. I can be like this, writhing under you.

It’s hot, wet, slick. I can feel my orgasm building up and try not to let go. You thrust harder since you felt me tighten my hold around you. You know that I’m about to come. I moan and bite your shoulder when I finally let go. It’s intense and passionate. I still can’t believe what you do to me. You whisper ‘I love you’ before you gave in to that last final push and empty yourself to me. You catch your breath then you collapse next to me carefully avoiding my belly. You whisper into my ear one last time before you drift off to sleep.

“I hope it’s a girl.”

I can’t be your girlfriend since we never go anywhere for me to fulfill it. No one knows about us. I can’t be your fiancée since I was never your girlfriend. I’m more than a shag buddy because I don’t leave after we’re done. I’m more than those things. I could feel it.

I don’t need a label. I don’t really need to shout to the world that you are mine. I don’t need to glare at other girls who stare at you. I don’t need for you to claim me since every little thing I do I think of you. As sappy as it might sound but dreams do come true and mine is half way there. I don’t need for you to say anything at all. Because I know, I know in my heart that you will always be mine.

“It doesn’t matter as long as we both survive,” I answered.

AN# Thanks to MDiezel for this.