Marriage of (In)convenience by ladylaughalot

Rating: R
Genres: Romance, Humor
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 6
Published: 18/05/2006
Last Updated: 13/07/2006
Status: Completed

Hermione has discovered a spell that will destroy the Horcruxes but it requires a couple that
has been married for exactly one month. Unfortunatly for once Hermione hasn't done her research
properly. She and Harry will need to consumate their marriage before the spell will work.




1. The proposal
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A/N ~ This is the first time I've posted anything here so please be kind. I know the
chapters are too short but it was written as a challenge response (see Harry/Hermione challenges
Marriage of (In)convenience thread for details) and these first six chapters were written with the
purpose of being able to post in the thread and update quickly. Now that I'm on Portkey
I'll be doing my best to make all future chapters longer. That is those past chapter six.

Disclaimer- I wish they were mine but there not, If you recognise it, it belongs to someone
else. I make no money from this.

Marriage of (In)convenience.

They'd been searching through musty tomes in the library at number 12 Grimmauld place
looking for a way to destroy the Horocruxs for what felt like an eternity. They rarely spoke and
Harry was personally beginning to feel as though he was glued to his chair. So when Ron had
suggested that they spend the afternoon at the Burrow flying he'd gone despite the fact that
Hermione had refused to accompany them and had glared at them as they left.

It was the perfect whether for flying, the air was crisp and the sun was shining. Harry was so
happy to be out in the fresh air and up on his broom flying that he did a few loop the loops to
celebrate the afternoon of freedom. Ron pulled up beside him as he came out of a dive.

`Harry, was this a good idea or what?' He asked a massive grin splitting his face.

Harry couldn't have contained his own smile to save his life.

`Ron, you're brilliant! This was the best idea ever. Race you to the orchard!'

The two boys took off to the orchard with Harry in the lead. Harry won easily but when he came
to a stop to gloat over his success Ron looped back around and called out.

`Race you back to the house!'

This time Ron started out in the lead but Harry's broom was faster and he still won though
narrowly.

They came to a stop beside the house but before Harry could even open his mouth to do any
gloating he heard Hermione calling out to them.

`Harry! Ron! Come here!' She was halfway between the house and the orchard and it looked as
though she'd been walking out to them when they'd turned around and flown back to the
house.

They flew down to meet her and Harry was surprised to see her former look of grim disapproval
was gone and she was beaming at them ecstatically.

`I've done it! I've found the solution!' She exclaimed as they landed beside
her.

`Wow Hermione!' Ron said looking at her in admiration.

`That's great I knew you'd find it.' Harry replied, `So, what is it? What do we have
to do?'

`Well it's a bit complicated.' Hermione said catching her breath, `and it needs to be
performed by a couple that has been married for precisely one month.'

Harry and Ron deflated at her words.

`We don't know anyone who has been married for exactly a month' said Harry
remorsefully.

`Yeah the last wedding was Bill and Fleur and that was nearly a year ago now.' Ron
added.

`Well that's fine, Harry will you marry me?' Hermione asked breathlessly.

Harry's mind froze.

`Bloody Hell' Ron said quietly next to him.

`What?! Why me? I mean isn't there another way?' Harry asked panicked.

`No offence Hermione but I kind of pictured my wedding as being a little different than some
rushed thing done just to destroy Voldemort.'

`There isn't another way Harry.' Hermione snapped impatiently, `You already said we
don't know anyone who fits the criteria and even if we did we'd have to tell them what
we're up to and we can't risk that. .Besides' she added, `I think I've thought
about my wedding day more than you have and his isn't exactly what I imagined either But I am
willing to make that sacrifice because I know how important this is.' Hermione said angrily her
cheeks flushed.

Harry knew when he'd lost

`I'm sorry your right.' He said resigning himself to the inevitable.

`Alright I'll do it. What do we have to do?'

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2. The Ceremony
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The ceremony was as simple as they could make it. Ron was the only witness as the aged wizard
performed the ritual. He had promised to keep the event entirely confidential. Ron, who was almost
catatonic with shock, barely spoke and would stare at Harry when he thought he wasn't looking
with eyes as round as saucers. Harry thought he heard him muttering to himself but when he
confronted Ron about it all he could say was, `I never thought you'd go this far to stop
him.'

Harry tried to point out that they were going to get divorced after a month but all Ron could do
was stare at him blankly stammering `but, but' until he shook his head and gave up. Harry
couldn't blame him really. He was in quite a bit of shock himself and couldn't quite
believe what he was doing. It seemed incomprehensible to him that the girl standing beside him,
whom he had know for the last seven years was about to become his wife. It didn't seem to
really matter that it would only be for a month it was still an inescapable fact that they were all
here today in this dingy little backroom in the Ministry of Magic registry office, dressed in their
best robes, so that Harry could marry Hermione.

He looked at her standing beside him and realised how much she'd changed. Her hair, hanging
in loose shinning waves down her back, was certainly very different from what it was like all those
years ago when they first met. Her skin was ivory tinged with pink, he knew she was just as nervous
about all of this as he was despite the calm exterior she presented, her hair fell in loose waves
down her back and her baby blue dress robes did a very good job of accentuating the figure that had
developed nicely over the years. She's changed in lots of ways Harry somewhat belatedly
noticed. He felt like he was seeing her for the first time and wondered dazedly how he could have
been oblivious to how beautiful she'd become.

`Mr Potter,' the ancient wizard finally addressed him, `Please repeat after me.'

`I Harry James Potter.'

Harry felt his voice crack as he repeated the words, `I Harry James Potter,'

`Take you Hermione Jane Granger,'

Harry stared into Hermione's eyes and the rest of the world faded away, there was only her
eyes and the sound of the wizards voice in his ears,

`Take you Hermione Jane Granger,'

`To be my lawfully wedded wife,'

`To be my lawfully wedded wife,' her eyes were so beautiful, how had he never noticed
before?

`To have and to hold'

`To have and to hold' the thought of holding Hermione suddenly seemed quite pleasant.

`In sickness and in health,'

`In sickness and in health,' He would always look after her whether she was sick or not he
realised with sudden certainty.

`Till death do us part.'

Harry was suddenly pulled out of the daze he'd been in as he was forcefully reminded of why
they were here today. It was with a much more serious tone of voice that he repeated.

`Till death do us part.'

Hermione repeated her lines as well and looked into his eyes as she did so. Harry could tell as
she stared back at him that strangely, even though they both knew their marriage would end in
divorce in a month's time, they had both meant every word of their vows. Hermione also seemed
to recognise the particular significance of the last line her backbone stiffened as she repeated it
but her gaze never left his. Her voice saying the words `Till death do us part' was still
ringing in his ears when the wizard spoke again.

`By the power vested in me by the Ministry of magic I now pronounce you husband and wife. You
may now kiss the bride.'

Harry felt like he'd been hit by a stunning spell. He stared at the minister for a second
before looking back down at Hermione. She looked as though she'd forgotten that part too but
looking down at her he knew there was only one thing for him to do. Summoning all of the Gryffindor
courage he possessed he leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips. Her lips were soft and warm
and the moment stretched for an eternity. It felt like hours but it really only lasted a few
seconds. When Harry finally raised his head and looked at Hermione again she looked slightly
shocked and for once, Harry realised smugly, she was lost for words.

`Excellent now if you will please join hands we will engage the magical contract.' The old
wizard said sounding pleased. His words barely registered, Harry and Hermione were both still dazed
from their kiss. Without questioning what he was asked to do Harry simply took Hermione's small
hand in his, realising for the first time how much smaller than him she really was. She seemed
delicate and tiny all of a sudden and very much in need of his protection.

`Mr Weasley, as their witness if you would please touch their joined hands with your
wand?'

Harry felt the tip of Ron's wand touch his and Hermione's joined hands, the old wizard
did the same and began muttering an incantation that Harry barely even registered. Hermione who had
been looking at their joined hands now looked up and her eyes met his. Harry could feel something
pass between them but it was something inexplicable that he couldn't define.

`There you are! The ritual is complete. Now all that's left is for you to enjoy your
honeymoon.'

That got Harry's attention. He tried to let go of Hermione's hand only to find he was
unable to. Hermione started shaking her arm forcefully trying to let go of Harry.

Harry looked at the old wizard wondering why it had only now occurred to him to wonder why the
couple had to be married for precisely one month in order for the spell that would destroy the
Horocruxs to work.

`What's going on? Why are our hands stuck together?' He demanded.

`Mr Potter,' laughed the old wizard a twinkle in his eye, `you can't be serious,
it's for the Honeymoon.'

`What are you talking about?' Harry demanded even more fiercely.

`Well it's a standard part of the Wizzarding wedding ritual. In fact the marriage is not
technically legal unless the Honeymoon takes place.'

`What do you mean by Honeymoon?' Harry practically yelled, `I was raised by muggles to me a
honeymoon is just a vacation, there's nothing about being unable to let go of your partners
hand!'

`Well the honeymoon is the month after the wedding ceremony, in which the newly wedded couple
consummate their marriage and are bound to each other for the entire month. The marriage isn't
valid without it.' The old wizard stumbled.

`I'm sorry I thought you knew.' With a swish of his robes the old wizard fled out the
door, eager to avoid violence or further anger from the chosen one.

`A whole month,' Harry muttered running his free hand through his hair.

Beside him he heard Hermione squeak, her eyes were round and scared, she only said one word,
`Consummate?'

Harry felt fear settle into his stomach as it suddenly dawned on him what that word meant.

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3. A Big Decision
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I just wanted to say thankyou to everyone who reviewed it really means a lot to me. I have also
a few warnings for you. 1. I'm terrible at writing battles thus the final battle, if it takes
place during the timeline of this fic, will be skipped over and not explained/explored at all
really. 2. This fic has no point whatsoever aside from a few cute scenes involving H/Hr some
awkward situations and a bit of smut, please don't expect anything more cause you'll be
disappointed and I hate to disappoint people. 3 No this is not at all what I expect to happen in
anything written by JK Rowling I'm just having a little fun.

Disclaimer: Still not mine…

Marriage of (In)convenience ~ Chapter 3

Harry looked at Hermione disbelievingly, `I can't believe you didn't tell me this.'
He said still in shock.

`Does it look like I knew Harry? I'm as shocked about this as you are.' She replied
scathingly.

As one they turned to stare at Ron who was looking back and forth between the two of them like
he was watching a tennis match.

`Did you know about this?' Harry asked angrily indicating his and Hermione's joined
hands.

Ron nodded looking frightened.

`Well why in merlins name didn't you say something?' Harry roared.

`I thought Hermione would have told you?' Ron replied in a small voice, `I thought you both
knew that's why I was so shocked that you were going through with it.'

`What made you think I knew?!' Hermione demanded her voice a high pitched squeak.

`Well I figured you would've read all about it.'

Harry looked at Hermione, `That's true it's really not like you not to research
something before doing it.'

Hermione looked down at her feet and swallowed audibly.

`I guess I was just so excited about finding a solution I didn't think about it. Besides
Bill and Fleur's wedding seemed normal, though now that I think about it they did hold hands
through the entire reception but I just thought they were being sweet.'

`It's the way it's done,' Ron explained, `like superstition, the more the couple can
make it seem as though nothing is wrong the more suited they are said to be. If they make a fuss
then people think it's a bad omen, like they won't last or something.'

`Right,' Harry said despondently, `Well that explains that then, so now what do we
do?'

`Well you two go on to Grimmauld place and I go back to the Burrow. When your month is up we all
get back together and do the ritual that unbounds your hands and then you destroy the damned
Horcruxes.'

Harry opened his mouth to protest against this plan but Hermione beat him to it.

`Why are you going back to the Burrow?' she asked sounding slightly panicked as though she
was scared of being alone with Harry.

`I might have the emotional range of a teaspoon Hermione but it'd still be awkward as hell
for me to be around while you two are…' Ron broke of his sentence a blush spreading up his
neck, `well you know.'

Harry felt his own face start to heat up, he couldn't bring himself to look at Hermione.

`Ah, yeah, fair enough.' Harry said bravely trying to dispel the awkward atmosphere that
merely alluding to potential future events had created.

`Look I guess I could pop around occasionally just to see how you are and stuff.' Ron
offered still looking uncomfortable.

`Yeah alright.' Harry said, `well I guess we'll see you in a bit then.'

`Yeah see you.' Ron said giving them both a little half smile he apparated away with a
pop.

Harry looked down at Hermione and tried to smile.

`Shall we go then?' he asked trying to keep his tone light and unconcerned.

Hermione just nodded her eyes downcast.

Harry apparated them both back to a deserted alley way near Grimmauld place and they hurried
into the heavily warded and protected house. It was getting late and even though it was summer it
was a cold night. They got inside the house and closed the door Hermione still hadn't said
anything and Harry was starting to be feel really strange about it. Hermione was opinionated and
headstrong, it just wasn't like her to be so quiet for such a long period of time. Harry knew
she was upset and being attached to her like this he knew he'd have to talk to her about it.
With that in mind he steered them into the living room (another very strange thing that Hermione
was being so passive), lit a fire in the grate, sat down on the sofa and turned to face Hermione
who was still standing.

`Will you sit down please I think we need to talk.' Harry said quietly.

Hermione sat down her gaze never leaving the floor.

`So talk,' he said trying to prod her to reveal the thoughts that he knew were buzzing in
her head like angry bees.

`I'm sorry Harry' was all she said her voice soft and sad as though she were about to
start crying.

`It's not your fault. If anything it's my fault for not making sure I knew what we were
getting ourselves into.' He said trying to make her feel better, `I'm always doing things
without looking at the consequences.'

`It's not your fault Harry, it's my job. I'm supposed to be the responsible one who
researches everything. I'm just so angry at myself. The one time I don't research and this
is what happens!' she said angrily starting to sound more like herself again.

`Well look how about I blame myself and you blame yourself and we move on figure out what to do
now that we're… well, married.'

`Well ok,' she looked up at him for the first time since the ceremony and tried to smile. `I
know it seems a bit late for this but I think what we really need to do is re-search wedding laws
for wizards thoroughly, I don't think I could handle any more surprises like this one.'

Harry smiled back at her relieved that she was at least somewhat back to normal.

`THAT is a great idea. The library here has got plenty of law books so we should be fine with
that. Did you want to get a snack first?' he asked realising that he hadn't really had much
to eat that day.

`Sure.' She said getting up.

They went into the kitchen together and started preparing some sandwiches. Harry had never fully
appreciated how many small tasks required two hands to complete. With their hands bound as they
were Harry was forced to be the left hand to Hermione's right hand. In the back of his mind
Harry recalled what Ron had said about the wizzarding superstition about couples who had trouble
managing with their hands bound. He found himself putting an extra effort into making everything as
easy as possible. It was hard work and by the time they had finished making their sandwiches and
pouring two glasses of pumpkin juice Harry was relieved to just get out his wand and levitate them
all to the library.

Twenty minutes later and they were happily ensconced in the library pouring over thick volumes
of wizzarding laws looking for anything relating to marriage. After several hours of reading the
tiny print and not finding out anything remotely out of the ordinary that he wasn't already now
painfully aware of Hermione spoke.

`Well I think there's only one other difference between muggle and wizard weddings.'

`Oh what's that?' Harry asked, `I didn't find anything in here.'

`Well it relates to the honeymoon too,' Hermione began hesitation evident in her voice.

`What is it?' Harry asked dread settling into his stomach, what else could there possibly
be?

`Well it says here that any witch and wizard who dissolve the marriage within the honeymoon
period are unable to ever re-marry that same witch or wizard.'

`I don't get it.' Harry said feeling a bit stupid. After her build up that didn't
seem life threatening at all.

`It means that if we change our minds now and decide to divorce, we would never be able to get
married to each other in the future.' She said quietly. `I guess it's to prevent people
from marrying hastily.'

`Oh' Harry replied, `And the honeymoon isn't valid unless you consummate the marriage
right.'

`Right.' Hermione replied.

They just sat there in silence for a moment absorbing what that meant for a minute. After
everything that had happened that day Harry felt like his head was swimming. He didn't know
what was to think. Did he want to consummate the marriage destroy the Horcruxes and keep open the
option of potentially marrying Hermione properly some day? There were probably other ways to
destroy Horcruxes he reasoned but would they be able to find them? For everyday they searched for a
way to destroy them more people died, even a month was too long to wait. How important was it to be
able to keep open the option of being able to marry Hermione properly one day? Harry was so
confused about what to do his head hurt. He looked at Hermione and she seemed utterly confused as
well. It was a rare sight to see Hermione looking confused he thought grinning.

`What are you grinning about Harry this is hardly funny.' Hermione said sharply cutting
across his thoughts.

`I was just thinking that I don't think I've ever seen you confused before.'

Hermione's frown faded.

`Yeah well enjoy it while it lasts.' She said smiling at him, `Honestly though I think
we'd best just sleep on it for the night maybe and decide what we want to do in the
morning.'

`Yeah that sounds like a good idea. Your room or mine?' Harry asked not realising until the
words were out of his mouth how bad that sounded. `Um I mean to sleep in.' he added
awkwardly.

Hermione giggled, a rare event under any circumstances.

`My room I think,' she said her cheeks pink. `No offence Harry but your room
smells.'

They headed up the stairs and entered Hermione's room. Harry closed the door behind them and
started to take off his robe. He got his free arm out of it and then stopped.

`How on earth am I supposed to get my bloody shirts off?' he asked frustrated as he realised
that there was literally no way to get his tops off without tearing the fabric.

`I suppose usually wizards and witches would be tearing each others clothes off on their wedding
night.' Hermione pointed out.

`Well what am I supposed to do?' Harry asked tugging helplessly at the robe now dangling
from their joined hands.

`Here,' Hermione said getting out her wand `Diffindo' she said waving her wand over his
sleeve.

The seem split allowing Harry to remove the robe completely.

`I suppose you'll have to do that to my t-shirt as well.' He said glumly thinking of the
ruined t-shirt.

`we can always cast Reparo to fix it and besides you'll have to do my shirt too.'
Hermione responded.

Harry felt heat rising in his face again and panicking he blurted.

`How bout we just sleep in our clothes tonight?'

Hermione who had gone just as red as Harry quickly nodded and turned out the lights.

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4. The start of something new
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*Suddenly the lookout for HMS Harmony, who is miraculously the same person as the author of this
story yells `Awkward and disturbing scenes involving bathrooms ahead!'*

BTW~ I'm not JK Rowling (I wish) I don't own anything relating to Harry Potter except
for some poorly made movie merchandise.

The next morning when Harry woke up warmer and more comfortable than he could ever remember
being. He didn't want to move and it took him a moment to realise that he was actually sleeping
curled around another person. It took another couple of seconds for him to realise that it was
Hermione. He opened his eyes and looked at her sleeping form. She looked so peaceful that he was
loath to move her but he suddenly realised that he had woken because he was desperately in need of
the bathroom. Panic overtook him as he remembered that he and Hermione were joined at the hand. If
they were going to decide not to go through with this marriage then it would need to be decided
quickly before Harry exploded.

With that in mind Harry set about trying to wake Hermione as gently as possible. Stroking her
hair softly back from her face he whispered,

`Hermione, wake up. It's morning. We really need to talk.'

Nothing happened.

`Please Hermione I'm busting. Please wake up.'

Still nothing happened. Harry decided it was time for drastic measures. He leaned over her
sleeping form and gently blew in her ear. Her eyes popped open in alarm.

`Oh god Harry, Don't scare me like that!'

`Sorry Hermione,' Harry said grinning slightly, `but you've got to wake up, we need to
decide what were going to do, and quickly cause I really need to pee!'

Hermione giggled and sat up. Harry sat up as well and looked at her.

`So now that you've had a chance to sleep on it what are your thoughts do we go through with
this or not?' Harry asked eager to sort this out quickly so that they could get on with life.
Hermione bit her lip her forehead creasing. She looked down at her floral comforter and smoothed
out a wrinkle.

`I'm sorry Harry but I still don't know what to do.' She said in a small voice.

`Look the last thing I want to do is pressure you but I just don't see the point of
subjecting either of us to shared bath rooming if we're not going to go through with
this.'

Hermione sighed, `Well what do you think Harry? I'm not the only one who's going to be a
part of this.'

`You're right I'm sorry, I just, I want it to be your choice. I mean it'll mean
loosing our virginity if we go through with it. I know that kind of thing generally means a lot to
girls. I'd hate to feel like I'd talked you into something and have you regret it
later.'

`So you think we should then?' Hermione asked looking up at him and meeting his eyes.

Harry swallowed before answering, he was about to put it all on the line, but he supposed that
it was the chivalrous thing to do.

`We don't know that there is another way, and if there is we don't know how long it will
take us to find it. Also I,' Harry paused and ran a hand through his hair, `On a personal note,
I don't like the idea of not ever being able to marry you again, I mean you never know
what'll happen in the future, I just don't like the idea of that not ever being an option.
Another thing of course, is that we'll if I'm going to be in a situation like this I
can't think of anyone I'd rather be here with. You're my best friend, we should be able
to handle this.'

Harry laughed and scratched the back of his head.

`Ok so now I've bared my soul, what do you think.'

`I think you're right.' Hermione said simply. `I agree with everything you just said,
but I didn't have the courage to actually say it. Also we can make it special if we want. You
are my best friend, I trust you completely, if you don't mind we can still try and make it
special. You know get more comfortable with each other physically before we jump straight to
it.'

Harry smiled, `That sounds like a great idea and I think we should start with the bathroom,
cause I'm busting!'

`Alright but your using a silencing charm and I'm going to close my eyes AND face the other
direction.'

`I should hope so!' Harry said laughingly half running down the hall to the bathroom and
practically dragging Hermione along behind him.

With the silencing charm cast and Hermione facing in the other direction Harry was amazed at how
much the bizarre situation didn't bother him. He would've thought it would be really
awkward, but it really wasn't that bad. That was until it was Hermione's turn. Standing
there with his back to her knowing what was going on behind him was truly bizarre.

Finally it was over and they moved on to brushing their teeth. This proved to be more difficult
than Harry would've thought. It turned out that brushing one's teeth was a two handed
operation and again they were forced to take turns. Brushing their teeth was probably the least
awkward of all the bathroom activities they would have to do together. It actually turned out to be
quite fun, Hermione told him he wasn't doing it properly and showed him the correct way to
brush his teeth and he had to admit that when he was finished they did feel cleaner than normal. He
supposed that since her parents were dentists they'd probably taught her from an early age how
it was supposed to be done.

When they were done with brushing their teeth they moved to the most awkward part of shared bath
rooming yet, showering. They couldn't use silencing charms this time because they would need to
be able to ask each other for help. Harry closed his eyes and heard the rustle of clothing that
told him Hermione was getting undressed, he heard her mutter Diffindo and knew that she wasn't
wearing a top and finally he heard the water from the shower turn on and felt the tug on his arm
that told him she was stepping into the shower.

That is how Harry came to be standing outside the shower cubicle with his hand getting wet while
Hermione showered, his eyes firmly closed. As much as he tried he couldn't get the image of her
standing naked under the shower water pouring over her head and down between her breasts. The image
was so realistic that Harry almost didn't hear Hermione speak.

`Harry can you help me with the shampoo please? I can't get it open with one hand.'

`Oh sure.' Harry replied startled out of his very vivid imaginings.

He heard the shower door slide open a little further and he reached towards where he assumed the
opening would be. He felt the warm water splashing on his hand and knew he it was inside the shower
with naked Hermione, he prayed she couldn't see his reaction to all of this but he daren't
open his eyes to check if it was visible or not.

`Pass me the bottle.' He said his voice sounding choked and croaky.

He felt the bottle pushed into his hand and grasped it firmly.

`Ok now open the lid,' a second later he heard the lid click open.

`Alright now I'm just going to turn this upside down and squeeze and you just get your hand
under it, tell me when you've got enough.'

He did as he said he would and a second later he heard Hermione's voice, sounding shaky and
fluttery, `Ok that's enough.'

They repeated the same process for the conditioner and Hermione's body wash and finally
Harry heard the water turn of and the door slid open again. He could just picture her stepping from
the shower, her skin pink and wet from the hot shower, her hair slicked back against her head,
nipples shrinking with the cold. Harry shut of that thought immediately as he once again prayed
that Hermione couldn't see his reaction to this situation. He didn't think she could though
because she seemed wholly occupied in drying herself one handed, if the movements of their joined
hands were any indication this was another of those things that was a lot harder one handed than it
would have seemed.

After a few more minutes and a few more mumbled spells from Hermione, to rip and then fix her
clothes, she finally broke the silence again.

`Ok Harry I'm dressed, you can open your eyes'

Harry opened his eyes and smiled at the site before him. He had been right about her hair being
slicked back and even though she was now fully dressed in jeans and a cute purple sweater he could
see that her skin was still pink from the warm shower. Her eyes were firmly closed and Harry took
this as a sign that he was now to get undressed and shower. After a few minutes of struggling with
his clothes Harry was painfully aware of why this was strictly a wizzarding custom, if he
didn't have a wand it would be impossible. When he'd finally gotten his last sock off he
realised how odd this must have felt for Hermione and a wave of guilt for fantasizing about her
washed over him.

He hurriedly turned on the taps for the shower and stepped in awkwardly, everything made even
more difficult because he only had his left had free. Finally getting the water temperature right
Harry stepped under the hot water being careful to keep his right hand outstretched. He made a
decision that he would just use soap to wash not wanting to prolong this feeling of being utterly
exposed for any longer than he had to.

`You made this seem so easy,' He grumbled to Hermione as he juggled with the soap.

`Did I? Because it wasn't' Hermione replied a grin evident in her voice, `Did you need
me to help with the shampoo?' she asked.

`No I'm just going to use soap, thought it would be easier.' He replied finally getting
hold of the soap properly.

`Soap? On your hair?' Hermione asked sounding scandalized.

`Yeah what's wrong with that?' Harry asked now scrubbing the soap through his hair.

`Well it's not very good for your hair.'

`Oh well, it's never hurt in the past.'

Harry rinsed himself off and turned off the taps and hurriedly tried to wrap a towel around
himself one handed. He had been right earlier when he'd thought that towelling yourself dry
must be difficult one handed and again he resorted to using his wand to help things along. Once he
was dry enough he then struggled into his clean clothes nearly falling over and dragging Hermione
with him as he stood on one foot and tried to pull his sock on one handed.

Eventually it was all finished and they headed downstairs for breakfast. It was easier the
second time around to prepare food together. Though Harry supposed it didn't hurt that
they'd decided to stick to cereal. It was only after breakfast that the decision they'd
made together that morning came back to them. They sat in the lounge room on the squashy sofa and
faced each other properly for the first time since their conversation that morning. Harry marvelled
at the realisation that it was still possible to avoid someone even when you were attached to
them.

`So Hermione,' Harry said clearing his throat and hoping to Merlin he sounded casual, `When
you said this morning we could take it slowly, what did you mean exactly.'

`Well I meant there was no reason we had to jump straight into having sex, we can work up to
it.' She said in a matter of fact tone. She'd used this tone on him several times over the
years but this was the first time that Harry had been close enough to her when she'd used it to
notice that it was actually a cover for feeling really insecure.

`Right, work up to it, so you mean starting by just kissing and stuff?' Harry asked his
mouth suddenly dry.

`Yes exactly,' Hermione said sounding slightly breathless.

`So should I kiss you then?' Harry asked feeling slightly breathless himself.

`I suppose so.' Hermione said.

Harry looked into her eyes and found that he didn't need to remind himself of why he was
doing this. He scooted closer to her and slipped his free hand around her tiny waist. Here he was
with a beautiful woman in his arms, and it was his duty to kiss her. Harry thought fleetingly that
as duty's went kissing Hermione wasn't bad at all. Her eyes fluttered closed as he drew
closer to her. He raised his hand from her waist and stroked the soft skin of her cheek with his
thumb. His own eyes closed and he kissed Hermione for the first time.

As soon as his lips touched her warm and soft mouth he knew it wasn't going to be their last
kiss by any stretch of the imagination. Their kiss was gentle and slow and sweet like an ideal
first kiss should be and Harry knew he could easily become addicted to kissing Hermione. They
pulled back and looked at each other their eyes wide as though they were both surprised at just how
good it was to kiss each other. Without thinking Harry lent in for another kiss and just as his
eyes closed and their lips met for the second time a thought flittered through his mind. A man is
supposed to enjoy kissing his wife, and that's all he was doing, enjoying kissing his wife.

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5. Meanwhile back at the Burrow...
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MOI - Chapter 5

A/N ~ Scout this one is for you.

Disclaimer ~ No it is no mine I make no money from this I'm just having fun.

**** Snogfest alert****

Meanwhile back at the Burrow.

Ron sat at the table in the kitchen of his parents house, his forehead resting against the
wooden table. He was seriously considering bashing his head against it and probably would have if
it wasn't for the fact that he already had a thumping headache. It had started from the moment
he had walked in the door and hadn't let up for the last two days. Nothing could be said either
by his mother or by Ginny without the subject of Harry and Hermione being brought up and frankly
the last thing Ron wanted to talk about at the moment was Harry and Hermione. Not because he had
any problem with them doing what they were probably doing it was just something he preferred not to
think about if he could possibly help it.

`Oh Ron,' Molly said suddenly, tapping her wooden spoon against the side of a large saucepan
simmering gently on the stove.

`I'm making Bolognese for dinner tonight.'

Ron finally lifted his head from the kitchen table his eyes wide and a smile on his face for the
first time in days.

`Really?' He was salivating at the mere thought of it.

`Yes,' Molly replied a maternal smile on her face, `why don't you see if Harry and
Hermione would like to come over for dinner?'

`Oh My GOD!' Ron roared in frustration, `WHY?' He demanded, `Why can't you just give
it a rest?'

`Because I'm worried!' Molly said her own frustration becoming evident.

`You showed up here two days ago saying you just wanted to spend a little time at home, and for
the first time since you started at Hogwarts you haven't asked if Harry and Hermione could come
and stay AND whenever anyone asks what there up to you or why they aren't coming to visit you
snap at them.' She put her hands on her hips

`Have you had a falling out? Is that it?'

`No Mum, there was no falling out!' Ron snapped his forehead now firmly planted on the
table.

`Well then explain it to me! I don't understand, I mean it's great that you wanted to
spend some time with your family but you're just behaving so oddly! You don't even seem to
want to talk about Harry and Hermione.'

`NO I don't I'm sick of it! I came home to spend a few days with my family and all
I'm getting is harassment about Harry and Hermione after two days I'm sick of the sound of
their names.'

`Well if you'd just explain why…' Molly began, but she never got to finish.

`That's it I'm out of here.' Ron said standing abruptly, `I'm going back to
Grimmauld place maybe if I'm actually with Harry and Hermione I won't be *talking about
them* All the Time.'

With that Ron turned on his heal and apparated to Grimmauld Place.

Harry and Hermione were in the kitchen again. They were supposed to be making dinner, in reality
they were just making out. Hermione was backed up against the counter her free arm snaked around
Harry's neck and her hand threaded through his silky black hair. Harry was pressing himself
into Hermione's softness one of his hands buried in the softness of her hair and the other
clasped with her hand was resting on her hip gently encouraging her to press herself into him.

It had only been two days but Harry was defiantly getting used to married life. After their
first tentative kisses on the sofa yesterday morning, kissing had become something of a regular
occurrence between Harry and Hermione. Their second round of kissing was in the library while
looking up obscure curses, hexes and shields. Harry had been watching Hermione read, while
pretending to read himself, and he couldn't help staring at her lips. He had surprised Hermione
and himself by leaning in and kissing her. He just hadn't been able to help himself and her
lips had been just as warm soft and inviting as he'd remembered.

She had responded so well to his sudden kiss that it had emboldened him to kiss her at other
times whenever the urge struck. So far his favourite had been in the bathroom with Hermione fresh
from the shower, she'd been all warm and slightly damp from her shower and wrapped in only a
towel. Unfortunately Hermione hadn't allowed that one to go on for too long, he'd barely
gotten his arm around her when she'd pushed him away smiling. This latest snogging session was
actually the first one that Hermione had initiated and it was their longest so far. Harry's
hand dropped from Hermione's hip down to her thigh. Hermione responded by raising her knee up
Harry's to hip. Harry slid their joined hands to under her knee and pushed his hips into
hers.

Hermione groaned and tore her lips from Harry's breathing heavily. Harry took the
opportunity to do something he'd been fantasizing about ever since he first kissed her and
started trailing kisses down her neck. Hermione moaned Harry's name, Harry mumbled incoherently
against her neck and the doorbell rang. Harry lifted his head feeling groggy, like he'd been
woken suddenly from a very pleasant dream.

`What's that?' he said stupidly.

`Uh I think it's the doorbell.' Hermione replied breathlessly.

Harry looked down at his wife and smiled.

`Oh Hermione you're all messed.'

She smiled back at him as she attempted to straighten herself out.

`Your pretty messed up too you know.'

Harry laughed and flattened his hair down as they made their way to the front door. Opening the
front door the found Ron standing on the step.

`I'm sorry to interrupt guys but we've got a problem, can I come in?'

`Sure of course,' Harry said standing back to allow Ron to enter.

They ushered Ron into the living room, Harry and Hermione took the sofa and Ron took an
armchair. Ron looked at them sitting together holding hands and laughed.

`It's so weird to see you guys holding hands, but I bet you've done a good bit more than
that by now eh?'

`Ron…' Harry said the warning heavily evident in his voice.

`Alright I'm sorry, seriously we do have a problem though.'

`Yes I believe we've established that Ron, but telling us what it is might help.'
Hermione said the sharpness that had been missing from her tones over the last few days
returned.

`It's my mum and Ginny and well all of my family really.'

`What about them? What's happened?' Harry asked slightly panicked.

`Oh nothings happened to them, they just won't leave me alone.' Ron said the
exasperation of the last few days evident in his voice.

`How exactly is that our problem Ron?' Hermione asked in the same cutting tone of voice.

`I'll tell you how they're your problem. They keep wanting to know why I'm home
without you guys and I'm running out of excuses. They're starting to think we've had a
fight or something.'

`Oh' Harry said quietly.

`Yeah Oh, so what am I gonna do? If I don't tell them something you'll be lucky if they
don't end up on your doorstep next. I don't suppose I can tell them you're on your
honeymoon now can I?'

`NO!' said Harry quickly and immediately regretted it when he felt Hermione stiffen next to
him.

`No Ron you can't tell them we're married don't be ridiculous!' Hermione
snapped

`Look just tell them that we're all taking a bit of a holiday or something,' Harry said
desperately.

`Yes tell them I've gone to stay with my parents for a bit as well,' Hermione added.

`And you can tell them I'm….' Harry trailed off unsure of what to say, `maybe just tell
them I've gone to Godric's Hollow to sort through some things, say I wanted to go alone or
something.'

Ron nodded his head thinking through the idea, Harry looked to Hermione to see what she thought
but she just shrugged and looked away. A sense of foreboding settled in Harry's stomach, she
was upset with him and he had a feeling he knew why.

`Yeah that's believable, I'll tell them that,' Ron was saying now, `Thanks
guys.'

Ron was standing up.

`Well I better get going, leave you to it?' Ron said lifting his eyebrows and grinned madly
at their discomfort.

`Alright see you later.' He said and apparated away.

Harry looked at Hermione and saw that she was again looking away from him. Even though they were
holding hands he couldn't help but feel there was a huge gulf between them.

A/N ~ I know the ending is slightly angsty but I had to liven things up unfortunately I
can't write a month's worth of pure fluff without it getting boring. Don't worry
all's well that end's well.

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6. The fallout
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Disclaimer ~ Sadly still not mine and still not making any money.

A/N ~ Well guys this is the last of the pre-written chapters, so after this the updates will
slow down a bit. I'm approx 1/3 of the way through writing chapter 7 at the moment, but I have
the day at home tomorrow so it should be up by tomorrow night. After that updates should be every
couple of days. I'll do my best not to make it any longer than a week between updates. Thanks
again for the reviews they mean a lot to me.

MOI ~ Chapter 6

It was a good thing that their bed was big, Harry thought as he watched Hermione sleep, or
Hermione would probably fall off. Her arm with hand attached to his was stretched the full width of
the bed while she lay on the opposite side of the bed on her stomach. She was as far away from him
as she could possibly be while still holding his hand. She'd been this way for at least a week
and whenever he tried to talk to her about it he'd gotten the same response, `I'm fine
Harry.'

He'd known as soon as Ron had left the house that day that he'd done the wrong thing,
actually he'd known as soon as the word `no' had flown out of his mouth so quickly and
forcefully. He could understand that it had hurt her feelings that he'd responded like that but
she wouldn't even talk to him about it. It was confusing him as well because he honestly
couldn't understand why she was so hurt by it and she wouldn't explain. They couldn't
tell anyone that they were married, she knew that, and ok he'd probably hurt her feelings by
yelling no like that but that didn't explain why she was holding a grudge about it. It also
didn't explain why they had stopped kissing or why she had started dragging him to the library
everyday looking for other spells that would destroy the Horcruxes.

Basically he'd stuffed things up utterly and he had no idea how to fix things. It just made
it worse that he couldn't do something nice for her as a surprise to show her how sorry he was,
because he couldn't go anywhere without her or do anything without her help. He had to do
something though because he was beginning to go insane. He'd just been getting used to being
able to kiss her and touch her, run his fingers through her hair or press her up against a wall and
it had all been taken away from him. Not holding her at night was also proving difficult, he just
wasn't sleeping properly without being able to hold her in his arms.

Hermione woke up then interrupting Harry's thoughts and making him even more depressed about
the situation than he had been before. They went through their morning routine now in silence,
Harry staring at Hermione whenever he could and Hermione avoiding Harry's gaze when at all
possible. When they were once again seated in the library surrounded by heavy old books Harry
finally broke the silence.

`Do you want a divorce Hermione?' he asked quietly, he almost hoped she wouldn't hear
him but he just hadn't been able to stop himself from verbalizing the thought that he
hadn't been able to shake for the last week.

She finally looked at him, `Is that what you want?' She asked her voice quiet but firm and
her eyes hard.

`No' Harry replied, he was now the one avoiding her gaze, he just couldn't bare to see
her look at him like that.

`Then why did you ask?' She snapped her voice impatient.

`Because you've barely looked at me all week much less spoken to me and you're spending
all your time looking for other ways to destroy the Horcruxes!' He snapped his frustration
coming to the surface.

Hermione pursed her lips and turned back to her book `I thought I was doing you a favour.'
She mumbled sullenly.

`What! Why?' He demanded, `I'm sorry I said no like that Hermione I really am but I just
don't get it! Why have you gotten so angry with me about this? Do you want to tell the
Weasley's is that it?'

`I don't want to talk about it Harry.' She said quietly determinedly reading her
book.

`But I do!' He practically yelled at her, after a couple of seconds in which Hermione
continued to ignore him, Harry decided it was time to try a different track, begging.

`Please Hermione,' he begged, `please, explain it to me. I promise I'll understand and I
won't be upset or angry or laugh or anything. Please.'

Hermione lowered her head her hair falling forward and shielding her face from his view. Harry
panicked realizing that she was probably crying. He dropped down onto his knees in front of her and
looked up into her eyes. For the first time all week he saw the softness and warmth there that
he'd always associated with Hermione.

Her brown eyes were swimming with unshed tears and Harry thought he felt his heart break.

`I'm really sorry Hermione,' he said softly his hand coming up to gently caress her
cheek; `I never meant to hurt you.'

`I know Harry, I just… I know that we can't tell anyone but Ron does too, he wasn't
being serious with the suggestion he was just joking. But you were so adamant and I just felt like
you must really hate being married to me.' She sniffed back her tears and continued.

`I know it's not an ideal situation, it's not how I would have chosen any of this, but
I, I don't know….' She trailed off.

Harry was now mentally kicking himself for not seeing it sooner; he was such a pratt sometimes,
but at least now he knew what he could do to make it up to her.

`I don't hate being married to you at all,' he said his voice deep and soft, `in fact
I've been rather enjoying it.'

`Really?' She asked uncertainty evident in her voice.

`Really.' He re-affirmed.

She looked into his eyes then and Harry suddenly knew he was allowed to kiss her again. He
allowed the hand that had been caressing her face to slide up into her hair as he leaned up towards
her. She didn't move an inch except when her eyelids fluttered closed as his lips touched hers
in a sweet but chaste kiss. Harry broke off the kiss and moved his face barely an inch back from
hers. Her eyelids fluttered open and they just stayed like that for a moment, their faces barely an
inch apart gazing into each others eyes. Then Hermione closed the gap between them and kissed him
back. This time their kiss was anything but chaste.

They both leaned into the kiss. Hermione opened her mouth to him and he pressed himself into
her. The kiss deepened and progressively became more and more passionate until Harry was once more
trailing kisses along her neck. Hermione wanting to get closer to him, scooted forward in her chair
bringing her chest flush up against his and putting him firmly between her thighs. Harry kissed her
mouth forcefully as he tried to bring her closer still and Hermione tightened her thighs around him
in response. All of a sudden Harry felt it was all moving a bit quickly. He could feel his own
reaction to her and knew he had to stop quickly before things got out of hand.

He broke away from her panting slightly, `Now do you believe me that I like being married to
you?' He asked ginning slightly.

She smiled at him and just nodded.

Harry rested his forehead against hers and closed his eyes, still breathing heavily. Opening his
eyes after a moment he dropped another small kiss on her lips.

`I've been thinking about what you said Hermione and I know this isn't the way you would
have wanted it to be and I know I can't make it perfect but I can still try.'

`What do you mean?' She asked her brow creasing in confusion.

`Well ideally you'd want your first time to be special right?' Harry asked uncertainly,
stumbling over his words a little foolishly.

Hermione just nodded looking at him with her eyes wide.

`Well I want to make it as special as I can,' He paused `but I don't really know how, so
I was wondering if you could help me.'

`How can I help you?' she asked hesitantly.

`Well I guess, I need you to tell me how you imagined your first time would be.'

A/N ~ I hope you all don't think Hermione is OOC in this chapter, truthfully she is a little
BUT remember the canaries turned bullets? Even our lovely rational Hermione is a girl and goes a
bit funny when her feelings are hurt, and Harry really hurt her feelings. Also Harry is little more
confident/assertive in terms of emotional stuff than I usually expect him to be but it was a result
of having had a week of Hermione barely acknowledging him that did it. Anyway let me know what you
think. Please review

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7. Consumate
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Disclaimer ~ Yeah it's mine I bought it off JKR last week for a dollar, who knew it'd be
so cheap! Oh that's right, that was a dream, no it's not mine.

A/N ~ Thankyou to everyone who has reviewed. If I hadn't received so many reviews on the
previous chapters this chapter would never have been written. I've never written a sex scene
before and WOW was it difficult. I only hope now that you guys like it.

MOI ~ Chapter 7

Hermione didn't answer for a long moment she just looked deeply into Harry's eyes.
Finally she spoke, `Well I wouldn't want it to happen here.'

She picked up a random book from the table, muttered `portus' and waved her wand over
it.

`Let's go,' she said softly, and a moment later Harry felt the now familiar tug behind
his navel as they were whisked away to destinations unknown.

Harry landed on his face on a paved brick courtyard, pulling himself to his feet he looked
around in awe. All around the edge of the courtyard were exotic plants and ferns and overhead, a
domed glass roof displayed thousands of tiny stars shining like diamonds on black velvet.

Harry looked at Hermione his eyes wide.

`Where are we?' He asked the awe evident in his voice.

`It's a muggle park near my parents house, this is the observatory,' she said softly her
voice almost a whisper as she gazed towards the heavens, `I used to come here as with my parents as
a kid. I remember the first time I ever came here.'

She looked at Harry then out of the corner of her eye, `I was only four and I was obsessed with
fairytales of beautiful princesses and handsome princes.' She laughed a little seemingly caught
up in her memories.

`I thought this was the most beautiful and romantic spot in the whole world, I wanted to get
married here, until I got a bit older and realised it wouldn't be big enough.'

She smiled still gazing out the glass ceiling and into the galaxy beyond.

`The ceiling reminds me of the great hall at Hogwarts,' Harry ventured softly not wanting to
break the spell.

She turned her smile on Harry then, `You've got no idea how excited I was when I first read
about the ceiling of the great hall.'

`I remember you said you'd read about it in Hogwarts a History that first night before the
sorting.'

Hermione's smile widened as she looked at him, `you remember that?'

`Of course,' he replied simply his eyes never leaving hers.

Hermione waved her wand and soft music filled the air.

`Dance with me Harry?' she asked coming to stand in front of him her body mere inches from
his. Harry didn't answer, he just slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer. He
felt her breasts flatten against his chest and her subtle smell of vanilla filled the air around
him, she filled his senses, and when she looked up at him with her big brown eyes he simply
couldn't resist her. Her soft lips parted willingly under his and he tasted her sweetness.

Hermione's arm tightened around Harry's shoulders and her hand slipped into his hair
cradling the back of his head and deepening the kiss further. Harry slid his hand under her shirt
again and stroked the soft skin at her waist. Hermione broke of the kiss and looked at him her eyes
barely a centimetre from his.

`Do you really want to do this?' she asked her voice soft and husky.

`Yes, do you?'

She nodded, pointing her wand at the floor and conjuring a mattress as she did.

They sat down together on the soft mattress, her eyes were wide and trusting as they lay down
side by side.

They kissed again their tongues entwining and they explored each other's bodies. Harry
raised their joined hands above their heads and lent over her on his elbow, her hair was spread out
over the pillow and Harry had never seen her look more beautiful.

`Your beautiful' he whispered softly.

Hermione smiled and removed her shirt, murmuring a quick Diffindo to release it from her arm,
`Do you still think so?' she asked her nervousness evident.

`Oh yes,' he replied breathlessly.

Harry struggled out of his shirt and when it was lying discarded on top of Hermione's he
held her close again, feeling the soft skin of her chest against his for the first time. His head
was spinning so much he was finding it difficult to think with any kind of coherency he just knew
he'd never felt anything quite like this before in his entire life. They held each other
tenderly and began to kiss once more, the barrier of clothing removed made Harry much bolder.
Leaning above her he ran his hand over her body lightly skimming her beautiful breasts still
encased in white lace. Hermione returned the favour her fingers trailing over his feverish skin
with a feathery touch.

Their kisses became even more passionate until, his brain crying out for oxygen, Harry tore his
mouth from hers. Hermione immediately began kissing his neck and chest and Harry felt his desire
for her build. He kissed his way across her chest suckling at her nipples through the lacy white
fabric of her bra.

`Oh Harry,' Hermione moaned. Her back arched of the mattress and her hand gripped his chest,
then his back and then moved down his abs to the waist of his pants. Now it was Harry's turn to
moan as her small hand dipped below the waistline of his trousers.

Her small hand encircled his penis and he raised his head from her breast and kissed her again
plunging his tongue into her mouth with frenzied passion. He continued to play with her breasts as
he kissed her until her small hand started to move.

`Oh god Hermione,' Harry moaned passionately tearing his mouth from hers and leaning his
forehead against hers.

`Do you like that?' she asked her voice deep and husky.

`Oh yeah,' he moaned unthinkingly.

Hermione smiled a look of power in her eyes, Harry suddenly felt completely at her mercy and
wanting to return the favour he slid his hand up the inside of her thigh and lightly brushed his
fingers along her panties. Hermione moaned,

`You like that?' Harry asked his own voice surprisingly deep.

`Mmmm,' was her only response as she continued to stroke him.

Harry slipped a finger inside her panties and felt her wetness welcoming him, his fingers slid
in a little further as he explored her folds.

Hermione started to moan her head lolling back against the mattress and her eyes shut tight. Her
hand tightened around him and she began to stroke faster. Harry knew he couldn't take much more
he could feel himself approach his peak. Quickly he undid his trousers, Hermione seemed to take the
hint and removed her panties, more white lace he noticed. Harry settled himself between her thighs
and rested on his elbows staring down at her. Hermione's skirt was bunched up around her waist
and her hair was in disarray all around her, looking into her eyes Harry felt the need to check one
last time that she was ok with what they were about to do.

`Are you sure about this Hermione?' He asked even as his dick twitched against her warm
wetness.

`Yes, Harry I'm sure.'

Harry didn't wait any longer, in truth he couldn't have, he pushed inside of her as
slowly and gently as he could. He could feel her tightness stretching to accommodate him and he
could tell it was hurting her. Once he felt like he was fully inside her he stopped for a moment to
give her time to adjust, time for it to stop hurting. It was quite possibly the hardest thing he
had ever done, she felt so good underneath him, around him, every single cell in his body was
screaming for him to move, but he wouldn't because he knew it would hurt her more.

After a few moments of the most exquisite torture Harry had ever experienced he felt her begin
to shift under him, groaning he began to move too. He kissed her deeply as he began to thrust
faster and faster into her. Hermione tore her mouth away from his and threw her head back moaning.
Gaining in momentum Harry got to his knees and pulled her hips up to his waist thrusting faster and
harder as he did. Hermione panted and moaned her head thrashing around, she lifted her hips to meet
his. No longer having to hold her in place he used his free hand to stimulate her even more.

`Oh Harry!' She cried out suddenly and all her muscles seemed to tense around him. It was
too much for him to take, thrusting deeply into her one last time he came deep inside of her.

Harry collapsed then only barely managing to avoid crushing Hermione as he fell down beside her,
he pulled her towards him. She snuggled her head into his chest and he once again breathed deeply
of her unique scent, part vanilla, part pure Hermione.

`Are you ok?' He asked at last, when he had finally gotten his breath back enough to speak.
Hermione didn't speak she only nodded.

`Was it ok? I mean, did you enjoy it?' He asked tentatively.

`I would've thought that was obvious,' Hermione replied in a small voice sounding
embarrassed.

Harry lifted her chin forcing her to look at him, `I did too.'

She smiled at him.

`We should head back, wouldn't want to fall asleep here,'

Harry chuckled, `no I guess not.'

They stood up and got dressed, Hermione got rid of the mattress and Harry located the book
Portkey. Back in Grimmauld Place they went upstairs and got ready for bed, they followed their
usual routine but went through it all in silence, both thinking about the irrevocable change their
friendship had just undergone. It wasn't until they were laying in bed side by side with the
lights off that Harry spoke again.

`Hermione I know that in a couple of weeks time we're supposed to get divorced, and I know
that neither one of us is ready for marriage but,' Harry hesitated, how could he say what he so
desperately wanted to say?

Hermione looked at him her brown eyes shining in the darkness.

`When this is all over I'd really like it if you'd be my girlfriend.'

Hermione smiled at him, `I'd like that too Harry.'

Returning her smile he reached out for her and pulled her into his arms, she buried her head
into his chest and still smiling they both drifted off to sleep.

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8. Much ado about something
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A/N ~ Sorry for the delay with this chapter, I was torn about how to proceed… I wanted to make
this the last chapter but knew that if I did some of my lovely readers might feel a bit cheated.
After discussions with the lovely Scout, and her violently negative reaction to the thought of this
being the last chapter, I decided to take the scenic route to the end of the story. I hope you
enjoy it… but beware the end is nigh…

On a separate note… they can only not re-marry if they divorce without completing the honeymoon
& their hands are bound by a spell that does not allow them to let go but does allow the
movement of the conjoined hands, so they are able to change the way they are holding hands but they
aren't allowed to let go… Just because it'd be too bloody difficult otherwise!

Sorry also have to add… Romance novel clichés abound! Mwahahahahaha

MOI ~ Chapter 8

Harry woke the next morning with Hermione's head on his shoulder and her hair in his face.
Smiling, he pushed back her hair and kissed her, he could feel her wake up progressively more and
more as he kissed her, until her arm wrapped around his neck and he knew she was fully awake. Harry
rested his weight on their joined arms and leaned over her as he continued to kiss her, his free
hand stroking her side. Hermione arched up into him a small moan issuing from the base of her
throat.

Harry slipped his hand up underneath her pyjama top and began to gently massage her breast.
Hermione moaned again and gasped for breath her hand, which had been previously entwined in
Harry's thick black hair, slid down his back and slipped underneath his t-shirt. Harry groaned
at the contact and began kissing his way down the slender column of her throat, the urge to once
more suckle on her breasts overwhelming him. He reached his goal and hungrily sucked her nipple
into his mouth. Hermione groaned even louder and hooked her knee onto his hip, grinding her pelvis
into his.

Harry couldn't think, his senses were completely overwhelmed by Hermione, she felt so good
underneath him grinding up into him, her breast soft and unbelievably delicious in his mouth and
her scent driving him crazy. He gripped her firm little ass in his hand and encouraged her hips to
grind into him further, groaning as she did so. He was so overwhelmed by the feel of her ass in his
hand grinding into him, her breast in his mouth as he continued to suckle her hungrily, and her
softness underneath him that he didn't notice the southward journey of her hand until it was
encircling him.

`Oh God, Hermione!' He gasped his mouth torn from her breast in ecstasy.

`Touch me Harry,' she responded breathlessly.

Harry kissed her deeply and hitched her other knee up onto his hip before he went in search of
her warmth once more. His fingers brushed over her panties, eliciting another gasp from Hermione,
and he felt her wetness. Pushing aside the flimsy material he gently stroked her moist folds.

`Oh, Harry… that feels so good.' Hermione moaned her head now rolling back on the
pillow.

Harry kissed her neck once more as his fingers continued to fondle and caress her, her own hands
still working their magic on him.

`Hermione, I want you so much.' He mumbled almost incoherently against her neck.

`Oh Harry, I want you too,' Hermione moaned freeing his erection from the constraints of his
pyjama pants and guiding him into her. Harry positioned himself and sank into her inviting warmth.
They groaned simultaneously as he entered her the both feeling the sense of completion that
accompanied the action.

`Does that hurt?' Harry asked, in a moment of lucidity, remembering her pain from the
previous night.

`Oh no, it feels fantastic,' Hermione moaned arching up to him to take him deeper still. The
sensation overcame any rational thought in Harry's brain and they began to move together. Harry
kissed her everywhere he could reach as he thrust in and out of her with increasing speed.
Hermione, her head thrown back, gripped him tightly around the waist with her thighs, her hips
meeting him stroke for stroke. Harry gripped her ass tightly as he thrust into her even harder, her
increasingly loud moans were making him crazy. Hermione let out an especially long and loud moan
and began to quiver all around him. The sensation of her almost vibrating around him was enough to
send Harry over the edge, gripping onto her tightly he thrust into her once more as deeply as he
could and came with a violent shudder.

Harry collapsed on top of Hermione, no longer able to support his own weight, and embraced her
lovingly. As his breathing slowly returned to normal Harry became aware that he must be crushing
Hermione, as much as he didn't want to, he had to get off her. He rolled onto his side and,
much as he had the night before, pulled Hermione up against his side in a tight embrace their
joined hands resting comfortably on Harry's chest. Her head nestled comfortably on his shoulder
and he breathed in the smell of her hair.

`Well, I wasn't really expecting that to happen again.' Hermione said nervously breaking
the silence.

`I think I might be getting addicted to you.' Harry replied equally nervous but his voice
sounding strangely deep and husky.

Hermione laughed and, her nervousness evaporating like rain in the sunshine, smiled up at him.
Harry smiled back and kissed her softly and gently.

`Want to go and take a shower,' she asked when the kiss ended.

Harry raised an eyebrow surprised, `Together?'

`Why not?'

`Alright then.'

They scrambled out of bed and practically raced to the shower.

Once in the bathroom they stripped off and Hermione adjusted the water temperature to a
comfortable level. Harry let Hermione under the spray first and just stood back to admire her as
the water sprayed over her head and travelled down her body. It was exactly as he had imagined the
first morning of their honeymoon, her head back and eyes closed, her nipples hard in the cool air
and the warm water travelling over her body as seductively as any lovers hands. Harry could feel
his reaction to the erotic image she presented and, as there was only air between them, there was
no way to hide it from Hermione's notice. She opened her eyes to ask Harry to help her with the
shampoo and immediately saw his reaction to the sight of her.

Giggling she pressed herself up against him, `Do I look good under the shower?' she
asked.

Harry couldn't speak so he simply nodded.

`I can see that.' She replied taking hold of him once more, a cheeky little smile on her
face.

`So what are we going to do about this?' She asked running one finger up his erect shaft and
tilting her head to the side.

Harry just continued to stare at her, stunned, his erection in her hand. Hermione's smile
broadened, `You know there is something I'd like to try, if you don't mind of
course?'

`No, that's fine.' Harry whispered, sounding strangled.

Hermione knelt down, the spray of the shower now hitting Harry in the stomach sending water
cascading down over his pelvis and legs. She grasped his erection firmly and gently kissed the very
tip.

Harry's hips jerked forward involuntarily. Taking this as a sign of encouragement she
tentatively flicked out her tongue and licked the shaft. Harry groaned in ecstasy and let his head
fall back against the shower wall. Feeling bold, Hermione took the head of it in her mouth and
suckled gently swirling her tongue all around.

`Oh Merlin' Harry gasped unable to contain himself.

`Does that feel good?' She asked pausing for a moment.

`Oh, yes' he whispered, his head still rolling back against the shower wall.

Hermione continued to lick and suck his penis, experimenting in any way she could think of.
After a few minutes of her attentions Harry couldn't take any more, `Hermione I'm going to
cum.' He stuttered almost incoherently.

She continued to suck on him until, shuddering with the intensity of the feeling, he came.
Hermione moved her mouth away just in time to avoid getting any in her mouth and it was quickly
washed away by the shower.

Harry pulled her into his arms for another hug, amazed by the sensations she had just caused in
him.

`That was amazing' he said kissing her gently.

Hermione smiled, `I'm glad you liked it, come on help me finish washing my hair.'

They finished their shower, and headed downstairs for breakfast. Once that was finished they
headed into the living room and settled themselves on the squashy sofa that had been the site of
their first kiss. Harry had noticed Hermione getting progressively quieter as the morning
progressed and knew something was wrong. He had a sneaking suspicion he knew what it was and he
knew he needed to talk to her about it.

After a few minutes of sitting together in silence, Hermione staring into space and frowning and
Harry staring at her as she stared into space and frowned, he finally worked up the nerve to
speak.

`Hermione what's the matter?'

`Oh Harry, it's nothing I'm sure I'm just being silly,' she said, trying to
re-assure him.

`Maybe, but that doesn't mean you can't talk to me about it.'

`Well, I know it's silly but, I just can't help but feel guilty and a bit confused.'
She admitted finally, looking up at him a myriad of emotions evident in her luminous brown
eyes.

`Why do you feel guilty and what are you confused about?' he asked gently stroking her
hair.

`It's just that, we got married and had to have sex once to consummate it, and we know
we're getting divorced in a couple of weeks, so we really shouldn't have had sex again,
should we?'

Harry was silent for a few minutes thinking, he could understand why she was confused, he was a
bit confused himself but he just had not been able to help himself, she felt too good.

`Are you regretting what we did this morning?'

`Yes and No, I mean I enjoyed it and I know I *want* to do it again, but I also can't
help but feel that we shouldn't have done it again, we shouldn't do it again.'

`We don't have to if you don't want to.'

`But I do want to, that the thing.'

`Well I can understand why you're confused then,' Harry responded trying to lighten the
mood. Hermione just smiled at him weakly.

Harry struggled for a moment, wanting desperately to say something that would make her feel
better and not knowing for the life of him what he could possibly say.

`We are married so technically we're allowed to.'

`I know, but we're not planning on staying married and I can't help but think that if my
parents knew about all of this they'd disapprove.'

Harry swallowed nervously, `Do you want to stay married then?'

She looked up at him and stared deeply into his eyes, `Is that what you want?' She asked
finally,

`I want to make you happy, I don't want you to feel bad,' he replied nervously, `I care
about you a lot and I don't want to hurt you.' Harry took a deep breath and continued.

`If you want to stay married after this is all over and give that a shot, then I'm willing
to do everything I can to make it work, or if you just want to stop having sex then I'll do
that too.'

She smiled at him, `Thanks Harry, I care about you too and I don't want to hurt you either
but…' she hesitated for a moment before continuing, `do you mind if I think about it for a bit
and let you know?'

Harry swallowed and realised suddenly how true it was to say that he would do anything for this
girl.

`Sure, take your time, but what do we do in the meantime?'

`Well, can we just continue with how things have been?' She asked tentatively.

`Sure.' He replied softly and kissed her gently to show he understood, when really he
didn't.

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9. Endings & Beginings
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A/N~ This chapter is a bit different from the rest of the chapters in this story, a bit more
dramatic, not so light and fluffy but please read it anyway as it is hugely important to the
overall story. I've wanted to write this chapter for a long time and I'm so glad I'm
finally at the point in the story where it fits in. I hope it's as good as I want it to be.
I'm sorry it's taken a while to write but I had to be in the a certain frame of mind to do
this and I wanted to get it right… I hope you like it and I promise we will be back to our
regularly scheduled fluff in the next chapter.

Disclaimer… sadly still not mine.

**“Oh what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive…”**

MOI Chapter 9

Harry sat in the hospital waiting room, his head in his hands as he tried desperately not to
think about the events of the last few hours. He still couldn't believe they had ended up in a
muggle hospital and that Hermione's life was now in the hands of a team of muggle surgeons. He
wished he could think of a way of smuggling Madam Pomfrey in there but unfortunately his brain was
frozen and he couldn't think much at all.

He just kept going back over things in his mind, wondering over and over again if there was
something he could have changed to prevent this all from happening. It was his fault but he really
didn't know what he could have done differently, she was so determined. It had been the first,
and only, fight of their marriage and in their typical fashion it'd been over something really
important.

*`I know it will work Harry!' she yelled in frustration.*

*`How do you know? This spell has apparently never been used for anything like this
before.' Harry growled his own frustration evident.*

*`Look, read thi**s**,' She snapped dragging the heavy book over in front of
him, `see right there, it says “The marriage ritual is among the most potent of ancient pure magic
still know in modern times, for this reason it is vitally important that no objects or spells
consisting o**,**f or containing**,* *any form of dark magic be anywhere in the
near vicinity as they will be destroyed by the powerful forces of this ancient ritual.” I don't
think it can be clearer, if we do this spell with the Horcruxes even in the same room they'll
be destroyed.'*

*`Yeah, but how?' Harry demanded trying to make his own concerns clear, `Remember
Dumbledore's hand Hermione? We have no way of knowing what the effects will be,* *this is
really dangerous**!'*

*Hermione's anger melted under Harry's obvious anxiety but her determination was as
firm as ever.*

*`I can't guarantee that everything will be ok but you know we have to do this. We
don't have a choice.'*

The last two weeks of their honeymoon had probably been the best two weeks of Harry's entire
life and he didn't want to fight with her, he also knew deep down that she was right they
didn't have any other choice, so he gave it up and went along with her plan. For Hermione's
sake he would have done anything but he should have known better. He'd had a bad feeling about
that spell and if he'd just listened to his instinct none of this would have happened and they
wouldn't all be sitting here right now waiting to find out if Hermione was going to live or
die.

*The Horcruxes were all assembled on the table in front of Harry and Hermione while Ron stood
behind them. They all had their wands out and they performed the* *spell to formalize the
marriage and* *unbind their hands and* *if all went according to plan destroy the
Horcruxes while they were at it**. They each touched their wands to their joined hands and
concentrated on the words of the spell. Suddenly a beam of bright white light shot out from their
joined hands and swept the room. When the beam of light hit the objects on the table they exploded
spectacularly in a furious shower of sparks.* *A wave of magic followed closely in the wake of
the sparks and Harry felt the house shudder as the protective wards, and several other spells on
the house, came crashing down. Belatedly he realised that some of the spells would have been dark
magic and that they would be destroyed along with the Horcruxes.* *Harry grabbed Hermione and
pulled her out of the way as a large chunk of ceiling came crashing down.*

*`RUN!' He screamed**.*

Harry sighed and ran his hand through his hair again causing it stick up even more wildly than
it already was. He should never have agreed, they could have found something else. If it wasn't
bad enough that the spell had destroyed the house along with the Horcruxes what waited for them on
the street sealed the fact that this had all been a terrible mistake. They might have just escaped
the house before it collapsed around them but, Harry had been quick to discover, they had only
jumped from the frying pan into the fire.

*They sprinted up the stairs and down the narrow hall to the front door, the building shaking
and beginning to crumble around them. The t**h**ree of them made it to the street only
moments before the entire building collapsed to the ground. The dust began to clear and Harry
looked over at Ron and Hermione, he was about to say a very satisfying and well earned `**I
told you so**', but he never got the chance.*

*`POTTER!' screeched a terrifyingly unmistakable voice from across the street.*

*Harry wheeled around and immediately hit the ground, dragging Hermione down with him as a
flash of light streaked over their heads.*

*Harry quickly glanced behind him and whispered one word, `run'.*

*Looking back* *to Voldemort he got to his feet**.*

*`Don't you want to play for a bit Riddle?' Harry asked taunting him with the use of
his true surname and desperately trying to buy his friends some time to escape. The only trouble
was they weren't escaping.*

*Voldemort cruelly raised one eyebrow and pointed his wand at Hermione.*

*`I was rather under the impression that you wouldn't want to play… but as you asked so
nicely, CRUCIO' He screeched.*

*Hermione's screams filled Harry's ears and Harry saw red. Pointing his own wand at
Voldemort his said the first spell that came into his head.*

*`Expelliarmus!' He cried.*

*Voldemort was thrown backwards but held onto his wand.*

*`Don't you like to share your toys Harry? I know how much you enjoy playing with
her.'*

*Harry couldn't recall ever being more angry in his entire life, how dare that filthy
thing with its shredded up soul talk about Hermione like that.*

*`She's more human than you've ever been or will ever be yo**u freak!**'
For Harry being called a freak had always been the worst insult imaginable.*

*`Walking around with only* *a bit of your soul left and* *think**ing*
*you**'**r**e* *so fucking great,' he spat at the thing in front of
him, `You**'**r**e* *less than human, less than any* *living thing*
*on this planet, you are the lowest of the low.'*

*`That's enough!' Voldemort screamed, `for your insolence the little mud-blood you
seem to love so much will pay.'*

*He raised his wand once more and pointed it at Hermione but this time Harry was ready for
him. Even as he'd lost control and started hurling abuse and insults at Voldemort he had known
in the back of his mind the price he would pay, and he was ready to finish this.*

*As Voldemort raised his wand and pointed it at Hermione, Harry leapt in front of her his wand
thrust out and they both screamed in unison, `AVADA KEDAVRA'.*

*As Harry had anticipated the two spells hit and joined creating the* *same narrow*
*golden* *beam of light that had joined their wands back in fourth year, only this time he
wasn't just fighting for his own life he was fighting for everyone's, and this time he
wasn't alone inside that golden dome he had Ron and Hermione in there with him.*

*They watched the beads of light slid up and down the narrow beam in fascination as Harry
focused everything he had on getting those beads to flow in Voldemort's direction. The only
problem was that not only was Harry more prepared for this by previous experience, so was Voldemort
and he was fighting with everything he had. He knew that he had no more Horcruxes. If he lost this
battle of wills he would die, for good this time. Harry knew that if he lost this battle of wills
not only would he die but so would Ron and Hermione and most likely the**i**r families
too.*

*The thought of Ron and Hermione brought with it a fresh surge of determination and the beads
started to slowly head in Voldemort's direction. It wasn't enough Voldemort was too strong,
they were moving too slowly. Ron, who had been watching in wrapt fascination mingled with horror
stepped up beside Harry and put his hand on his shoulder.*

*`You can do it Harry' he said softly.*

*Harry felt another surge and the first bead inched closer to the tip of Voldemort's wand
a mere whisper away from connecting.*

*It was then that Hermione stepped up behind Harry* *and laying her hand on his shoulder
stood on tip toes and whispered in his ear.*

*`I love you Harry.'*

*It was like a tidal wave, a surge of emotion more powerful than anything Harry had ever felt
before swept through him and in a rush every single bead of light on the beam rushed into
Voldemort's wand shatter**ing it**. Harry's spell hit Voldemort full in the chest
and the magical backlash* *sent them all flying.*

When Harry regained consciousness he'd realised that he was in a muggle hospital. He'd
immediately asked about Ron and Hermione and was told that the young lady was undergoing emergency
surgery on a fractured skull and major internal injuries while the young man was alerting her
family. The doctors had satisfied themselves that Harry had only sustained minor injuries and had
released him to the waiting room where he had kept a vigil ever since waiting for more news. He
knew that her condition was critical and that at any moment she could die, apparently when the
magical backlash had hit she had been thrown into the path of an oncoming car. An ambulance that
was passing at the time had collected them all immediately and brought them to this hospital. Due
to the severity of Hermione's injuries they couldn't risk any disruption in her treatment
to get her to St Mungo's. Harry had been assured by Tonks, who had dropped in briefly to
explain why Hermione couldn't be moved, that muggle doctors were very good and they would get a
healer in to see her as soon as her condition was considered stable enough.

So there was nothing to do but sit and wait as the minutes ticked endlessly by one after
another. Medical staff rushed from here to there but no one came to tell them if Hermione was dead
or alive or still hovering somewhere in between. Harry couldn't even process the fact that he
had killed Voldemort; he was too absorbed in the here and now of Hermione's battle to live. The
others had spoken of it, he could tell in the way they looked at him that they all knew he had done
it and were just waiting until this was over so they could talk to him about it, like that was the
most important thing. He was disgusted with them. Hermione's life hung in the balance and all
they could do was look at him and whisper that they always knew he'd be the hero that saved
them in the end. None of them seemed to realise that he would never have been able to do it without
her, none of them seemed to know how it would kill him to loose her, and none of them seemed to
understand that Hermione's life was far more important than Voldemort had ever been.

A doctor approached then and Harry leapt to his feet eager to hear any news of Hermione's
condition.

`How is she?' he demanded.

The doctor glanced at him briefly and turned to Hermione's parents, `Mr & Mrs
Granger?'

`Yes,' Hermione's dad replied sounding as though he were near to tears.

Harry looked at them for the first time, noting how Hermione's father seemed to be
supporting her mother and helping her to stand. Harry knew then that at least two other people in
the room were as worried and frightened as he was, and he didn't even know their names.

`Is she going to be ok?' her mother whispered, distraught.

`Her condition has stabilized but is still critical. You can come in and see her if you like,
though she's not yet conscious.'

Harry, Ron and a few others moved forward, but the doctor held up his hands stopping them.

`I'm sorry folks but it's strictly family only. Her condition is far too fragile for
visitors.'

Ron and the rest of the Weasley's sat down again but Harry stubbornly staid standing. He
understood that she shouldn't have lots of visitors but he needed to see her more than he had
ever needed anything before in his life.

`I need to see her.' He said more firmly than he'd intended.

`I'm sorry it's strictly family only.' The doctor repeated.

`I don't think you understand,' Harry said even more firmly, `I have to see
her.'

`I understand you're upset but she's unconscious and her condition is very fragile we
must limit visitors to family only.'

Harry felt his blood begin to boil, he couldn't explain exactly why he was so desperate to
see her, only that he felt that somehow his being with her would make everything better.

`I don't care what you say I'm going in there and you can't stop me!' he yelled
no longer caring about anything else.

`I can stop you. I'll have you thrown out if you keep this up. It's family only, so you
can either sit out here or you can leave but you can't go into that room.'

The doctor started to walk away but Harry grabbed his arm.

`Her husband,' he blurted out to the startled doctor.

`Yes her husband would be able to go in and see her but as she's not married…'

`I'm her husband.' Harry said cutting him off excited that he had found a way to get
into see her.

`What?' The doctor asked, glancing to Hermione's parents who were looking on
shocked.

`I'm her husband,' Harry repeated more firmly, `aren't I Ron? Ron was our
witness.'

Everyone turned on Ron their mouths all hanging open in shock. Ron cleared his throat, `Yes
he's her husband, I was there I witnessed their marriage, one month ago today.'

`Can I go in and see her?' Harry asked turning back to the doctor and paying absolutely no
attention to the stunned looks on the faces of all the surrounding people.

`Alright you can go in and see her, but if I find out you're not really her husband I'll
have you banned from this hospital.'

`Thankyou.' Harry said dizzy with relief.

He started to follow the doctor and Hermione's parents, the latter sneaking furtive glances
at him from the corner of their eyes, when Ginny spoke up.

`You're married? To Hermione!' she demanded in a voice that clearly showed an intention
to fight, `What about me?'

Harry turned on her his eye's blazing, `The woman I love nearly died, and is still in a
critical condition, so right now, Ginny, it's not about YOU!'

He turned on his heal and marched after the doctor ignoring Ginny's outraged spluttering
behind him, but he did acknowledge Ron as he called after him.

`We'll get Madame Pomfrey now Harry.'

`Thanks Ron'

By the time they reached the room where Hermione was lying, hooked up to all kinds of machines
Harry's temper had again been consumed with fear over Hermione's condition. It was even
worse than second year when she'd been petrified; she was so pale and lifeless. Harry sat on
the edge of her bed and gingerly took her hand in his, careful not to disturb any of the many and
varied wires that were attached to her.

`Hermione, can you hear me?' he said his voice choked with emotion, `You're going to be
so mad at me,' he continued, `I told everyone our secret, they all know.' He stopped for a
moment trying to hold back his tears.

`I'm sorry but I just wanted to see you so bad, and they weren't going to let me because
we're not family. So I told them we were married, Ron backed me up but, Hermione, all the
Weasley's were there, Ginny, and your Mum and Dad.'

He couldn't do it, he couldn't look at her anymore and know that at any second she might
pass away and there was nothing they could do about it. Harry barely noticed as Hermione's
mother came and sat down in the chair beside the bed. He couldn't look at them; he couldn't
imagine how they must be feeling right now, struggling with the fear that their only daughter might
not live and the shock that she'd been secretly married for a month.

They sat like that for a few minutes, the three of them, huddled around her bed, until a soft
pop announced the arrival of Madame Pomfrey the Hogwarts matron. She treated Harry to a gentle
smile before becoming her usual brisk and efficient self.

`Step away from the bed everyone please give me some room.'

Harry sighed with relief and retreated to the other side of the room, feeling slightly more
relaxed now that Madame Pomfrey was in charge of healing Hermione's injuries. Hermione's
parent's joined him by the door watching the efficient healer run a series of spells.

`Is she a good healer this woman?' Hermione's mother finally asked breaking the strained
silence that had so far existed between them.

Harry nodded, `She's the best, healed far worse than this I'm sure.'

He knew that now the silence had been broken a flood of questions would surely follow and he was
proven right.

`Are you really married to our daughter or did you just say that to get them to let you in to
see her?' her mother asked next.

`We're really married.' He replied softly.

`Why weren't we told about it? I would've liked to be at my daughters wedding.'

`We wanted it to be a secret,' Harry cast about wildly for a reason, `we didn't want her
to be even more of a target.'

`I see, but why even get married, you're so young.'

He and Hermione had never discussed what to say if their marriage was ever discovered, so Harry
just said the first thing that popped into his head.

`Because we're in love.'

Madam Pomfrey turned around sharply, `I've done as much as I can for the moment Mr Potter,
I'll be back in tomorrow with some more potions but for now she will be fine.' She said and
smiled before adding `she should wake up soon.'

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A/N ~ Loved it? Hated it? Let me know. Also the next chapter is the also the last and will be up
shortly.

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10. The End
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A/N ~ Parting is such sweet sorrow… I'm very sorry to everyone who has been waiting for this
final part of the story I guess I just didn't want to let go. But it's written now so I
figured I should share it with you. I hope you enjoy it and I'm sure that you'll let me
know what you think…

Also I have made a few minor alterations to the previous chapter there/their kind of stuff
mostly, but one thing I did have to change that you should be aware of is that Madame Pomfrey said
Hermione would wake up `soon' not `in a few minutes' as in the original draft. Cheers…

MOI ~ Chapter 10 Hermione wakes up & Harry opens his eyes

It was probably about 2am but Harry maintained his solitary vigil at Hermione's bedside. Her
parents had gotten a room in a nearby hotel and left instructions for Harry to call them as soon as
Hermione awoke. Ron and the rest of the Weasley's had stayed until about midnight before
finally returning to the Burrow with the promise they'd be back in the morning. Harry had
farewelled them all before returning to Hermione's bedside were he had stayed ever since.

Madame Pomfrey said she'd wake up soon and Harry was determined to be there when she did. He
figured that with the number of times he'd woken up in a hospital bed to find her there, he
owed her one. He also knew that any attempt to sleep would be an exercise in futility until
she'd woken up and he was assured she really was alright.

He was so tired his eyes itched with it but at the same time his mind was fully alert, waiting
for any sound or movement to indicate that she was beginning to stir. Harry slipped his hands under
his glasses and rubbed his tired eyes when he heard a small voice whisper.

`Harry?'

Harry turned around to look at the bed so quickly he almost flung his glasses from his face.

`Hermione?' he whispered reaching out to gently cradle her hand in his.

Her beautiful eyes fluttered open and pure, sweet relief flooded into his heart.

`Are you ok?' He asked gingerly stroking her hair from her face as though afraid she might
break.

`I think so.' She replied her voice coming out in a husky rasp. Harry fleetingly though how
sexy she sounded before he quickly offered her a drink. Hermione accepted the glass of water
gratefully and after gulping down a few mouthfuls, in typical Hermione fashion, she started asking
questions.

`Did you get him?'

Harry smiled at her, `Yeah I got him.'

`Is everyone else ok?'

`As far as I know,' he replied.

`What's happening with the other death eaters?'

`I'm not sure I've been here since you were hurt.'

`Where's everyone else?'

`Your parents got a hotel room nearby and well the Weasley's weren't allowed in your
room anyway so they went back to the Burrow.'

Hermione looked at him sharply, he should have known she would pick that up.

`Why weren't they allowed in?'

Harry looked away and scratched the back of his neck as he tried to think of a way to break the
news to her gently.

`Well, it's a muggle hospital,' he began hesitantly, `and they have rules about who they
will let into their patients rooms.' He finished somewhat awkwardly, finally daring to look up
at her again.

She frowned then, `usually it's only family…' her sentence trailed off and her eyes
widened as she realised what must have happened.

`You told.' She said. It was a statement and not a question.

`I'm sorry, I was so scared and worried and they wouldn't let me in otherwise.'

`Oh Harry,' she whispered through her fingers her eyes darting to the door as though she
expected angry mobs to burst through it at any moment, `were my parents angry?'

He shrugged, `at the time they were too busy being worried about you… you were pretty badly hurt
Hermione, they said your condition was too unstable to risk moving you to St Mungo's.'

He leaned in and gently grasped her hands once more, `You are ok now aren't you?'

`Honestly, I'm a little sore but I feel ok.'

`I don't know what I'd've done Hermione if you'd…. you know.' He
couldn't bring himself to say it.

`What are we going to do Harry?' Hermione asked her voice soft and her eyes worried, `I
understand why you did it, truthfully I probably would have done the same, but what do we do
now?'

Harry looked down at their clasped hands and took a deep breath trying to draw up some courage,
and when he looked up again his piercing green eyes burned with intensity.

`Did you mean it?' He asked at last, his voice a low rumble.

Hermione's eyes darted away, `mean what?' she asked feigning ignorance. Harry wasn't
fooled but he decided it would be chivalrous to humour her.

`Did you mean it when you said you love me?'

Everything seemed to stop for a few seconds as Harry's question hung in the air waiting for
a response. One of Hermione's hands escaped from his grasp and she began to pick at the
comforter covering her.

`What does it matter if I did or not?' She asked still resolutely not meeting his gaze.

`It matters because I love you,' Hermione looked up then and met his gaze at last, giving
him the courage to finish what he wanted to say, `and if you meant what you said and you do love
me, then I want to stay married to you… if you'll have me.'

Hermione flung her arms around his neck, `Oh Harry!' she breathed into his ear,

`I love you, how could I not when you say things like that?' she started scattering kisses
over his face.

`I want to stay married to you too, but I didn't want to pressure you.' She said between
kisses.

Harry laughed, relief sweeping through him and leaving him feeling giddy and light headed.

`Careful Hermione, don't hurt yourself.'

`Honestly Harry I'm fine' she said exasperated, then `but what do we tell everyone and
how are they going to react?'

`As for how they react, what does it matter what they think? This is about us not them..'
Hermione smiled at him and he continued somewhat sheepishly, `and I've pretty much told
everyone already anyway.'

`You've held a press conference then have you?' she asked eyebrow raised.

`Well no but…well I guess we'll just tell them what I told everyone else.'

`and what was that?'

`We are married because we're in love.'

Hermione didn't answer but when her lips met his in a sweet gentle kiss Harry found that for
the first time, perhaps ever, he was glad that Hermione hadn't done her research properly.

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A/N ~ *Sob* goodbye my baby….I hope that answered all of your questions, let me know what you
think…

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