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Chapter 11

Harry walked into his bedroom fifteen minutes later and found Hermione looking out the window in a maroon spaghetti strapped night gown that showed off every curve and left little to the imagination.

He walked over to the window and wrapped his arms around her waste. He felt that she was trembling.

"We don't have to do this," he assured her.

"I know, I just want to do this. I need to feel you tonight."

Harry placed one hand on her flat stomach and another on her hips. He stared to kiss the place where her neck and shoulders met. She gasped and turned in his arms.

He kissed her with the equal passion that passed through them on the dance floor. He picked her up and laid her down on the bed. He thrust his tongue in her mouth and stared the age old duel.

"Mione, are you sure you want this?"

In response she kissed him again. She reached down and brought one of his hands to her breast. He moved his thumb over the nipple, and she gasped in his mouth. He took that as a sign to continue, and cupped her other breast. Hermione arched into his palm and deepened the kiss.

Harry slid his hand down the side of her body and started to touch her calf. As he moved his hand back up, he took the night gown with it. He broke the kiss and stared into Hermione's chocolate depths.

"If you want to stop just tell me. If I hurt you tell me okay?" His eyes practically pleaded with Hermione. She nodded and he kissed her again.

The kiss didn't last very long. Harry trailed kisses down her neck. He got to the night gown and pulled the straps down. He kissed her shoulders and every new inch of skin that he exposed. He pulled the gown off. Before Hermione could realize that she was naked, Harry was kissing her right breast. He took her nipple into his mouth and ran his tongue over the pebbled surface.

Hermione gasped and entwined her fingers in Harry's hair, pulling him closer to her. She arched her back and begged for more. He let go of her breast and moved on to the other.

When the cold air hit her wet nipple she shuddered. Harry repeated the same process to her other breast. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. She had never felt these kind of sensations before.

Harry reached down and touched her in her most intimate place. He flicked his finger against her clit and she moaned. He thrust one of his fingers into her core and she gasped.

She couldn't breath, she couldn't think, all she could do was feel. She brought his mouth up to hers. She was so close to something, but she didn't know what.

He moved his fingers in and out of her core. When he was sure her body was ready he thrust in another finger.

Hermione broke off the kiss and moaned. As soon as he moved in and out she felt her body explode. She looked at Harry "What's happening to me?" she gasped out.

He could see pure love and desire in her eyes. As soon as she climaxed that changed to a little bit of fear. Then he realized she must not know what an orgasm feels like.

When her body had calmed down he looked at her. "Hermione you do know what happened don't you? You just came."

"Oh" Her breathing was erratic. She needed more.

"Harry, please, make love to me."

Harry got off the bed and quickly stripped. While he was doing that Hermione put an anti-conception charm on herself.

He climbed back on the bed and settled between her thighs. He looked into her eyes and he was all the he needed to see.

He entered her slowly. He leaned down and kissed her to take her mind off their lower bodies. When he reached the barrier of her virginity, he broke through. She cried out and tried to turn her head away, but Harry only depend the kiss.

After a few minutes the pain went away and all Hermione could think about was making love to Harry. She moved her hips as a signal for him to move.

When he felt her, he moved slowly in and out. She gasped loudly and dug her nails into his arms. She arched her back and closed her eyes.

Harry was determined to make her first time unforgettable. He moved agonizingly slow at first.

"Harry," Hermione gasped. "Oh god, Harry. Harder, I need more."

As soon as he felt her about to explode, he would slow down. This rhythm lasted for hours. As soon as she was close he would stop.

After four hours, Hermione couldn't take it. Her body was trembling, and she couldn't keep her eyes open. She was so close that she could feel it.

"Harry, I need to scream. I can't.. oh god...please. I can't do this."

"Mione, look at me." When she looked at him, he continued. "As soon as I kiss you, I want you to shift your hips." He felt her nod.

He leaned down to kiss her. As soon as he felt her start to shift her hips, he slammed into her. Hermione broke the kiss and screamed.

She gasped for air that wouldn't come into her lungs. The only thing she could do was whimper "I love you," in Harry's ear.

Her release was so powerful she felt she was going to crack and split in two. She was barley aware of Harry going over the edge. Her climax seemed to go on forever. She writhed under Harry and then felt her body go limp.

She was so tired, she felt as though she couldn't move. Neither had the energy to even role over. Harry barley managed to pull the comforter up, over them and fell asleep with his head pillowed on her chest.

*****

Across England, Wormtail entered his master's chamber.

"What is in Wormtail? I have been waiting for hours. You know I don't like to wait," Voldemort hissed.

"Y-Yes my L-Lord," Wormtail trembled with fear.

"You came in here for a reason, what is it?" Voldemort asked bored.

"We have information on Hogwarts," he waited for his masters signal to continue.

"Go on Wormtail."

"Potter is Head Boy with that girl Granger, as Head Girl."

Before he could go on, Voldemort interrupted "Do you think I care about a useless mudblood?"

"My Lord, Potter and this Granger are a couple. Our sources tell us that they are very much in love. Our spies said that they are lovers."

"Lovers? So that's the emotion I felt. Well, we finally have a weapon against Potter." Voldemort thought out loud.

"Bring her to me Wormtail. I want to meet Potter's whore before we kill her."

Chapter 12

Harry woke up to the sun in his eyes. He looked down at Hermione and smiled. Her head was on his chest and their legs and arms intertwined. He felt Hermione stir and pull herself closer to his chest.

"Harry?"

"What is it Mione?"

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For making last night so magical, I never thought it would feel like that."

"I love you Mione, I had to show you."

Hermione looked up at Harry with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Yes, as I recall it took a lot of restraint in your part to make it that way. It's only fair that I repay that favor to you."

Harry laughed. "Well, by all means Ms. Granger, so repay that favor, I would like to see what you come up with."

Hermione pouted. "When you least expect it I will pay you back Potter." Then she smiled wickedly. "However, right now, I would like to shower, would you like to join me?"

"Of course." Harry returned her smile. He got up out of bed and lifted Hermione to her feet.

They walked over to the bathroom and brushed their teeth and got into the shower. Harry soaped the sponge with Hermione's rose smelling body wash. He lathered her skin and began to rinse it off.

He moved his hand over her stomach and breasts. She moaned. When he was about to pull away she grabbed his hand and brought it back to her breast.

"Please Harry, I need your hands on me." She turned around and looked him in the eyes.
"I need you, now," she gasped out.

He slid into her slowly and buried himself deep inside her.

Hermione grimaced. She knew she would be sore in the morning. Now all she had to do is convince Harry, that she was all right for a second round.

"Mione? What's wrong?" Harry asked concerned.

"I'm still a little sore. My body isn't used to yours yet."

"We can stop Mione, please I don't want to hurt you."

"Your not." The discomfort was subsiding and giving away to pleasure. "Harry, please, move."

He began to move in and out of her. He couldn't believe the sensations that were going through his body. Of course he had had sex before, but that didn't even come close to what he felt now.

Every time he thrust she would counter his movements. The slight pain of her nails racking down his back was heaven. He felt her inner muscles started to close around him. All he could think about has pushing Hermione higher and higher. He needed her to feel what he was feeling.

"Harry." Hermione moaned. The way she said it almost made him go over the edge. He gritted his teeth, determined to make it last longer for Hermione.

"Harry... please... more." Every word was gasped out between a thrust.

He covered her mouth with his and grasped her hip with his right hand and moved his left hand to the middle of her back. He slammed into her. Hermione dug her nails into his back. He could feel she was close. Her inner muscles were trembling, and her one thighs was wrapped around his waist.

He slammed to her once...twice...three more times and they climaxed together. He felt her inner muscles grip him like a vice and milk every drop of life from him. Her knees buckled and the only thing that was holding her up was Harry's weight and the shower stall door.

Their breathing was erratic and they waited for their bodies to calm down. Hermione was the first to speak.

"Is it always like this? I heard the girls talking last year in the dorm, but either they are not explaining it right or they never made love with you." Hermione was breathing heavily and her cheeks were flushed.

"God your beautiful. " Harry commented.

"Ha, yeah right. My hair is a mess, I'm soaking wet and I just made love to my boyfriend, I'm sure I'm gorgeous." Hermione said sarcastically.

"You really don't know how beautiful you are do you?" Harry asked in surprise.

Hermione pushed Harry off her and turned off the water. She climbed out of the shower.

"Look, Harry, I know I'm not beautiful so just do both of us a favor and don't lie." She walked out of the bathroom.

Harry stood there stunned. He had no idea what to say. He snapped back to reality, grabbed a towel and ran after Hermione.

She was picking out her clothes from the dresser.

He grabbed her arms and spun her around. He looked at her and said firmly. "Don't ever say that again. You are the most beautiful women I have ever seen."

Hermione ripped her arm out of his grasp and said through tears. "Will you stop lying to me? I know I'm not beautiful, I known that since I was little. You think I don't know how beautiful other girls are? I will never have hair like the Ginny, or the legs like Lavender, or the breasts like Pavarti, or the eyes like Livvie. I'm just an ugly, frizzy haired, book worm." By now Hermione was sobbing. "I know I'm not pretty. I've been told that since I was little and I have excepted it."

Harry was stunned by this out burst. He grabbed her again, pulled her to his chest and kissed her. She struggled at first, but then fell into his arms and buried her face in his neck. "I love you, I love you so much Mione," Harry murmur into her ear. He pulled her away slightly. "Hermione, come on, i want to show you something."

She followed him into the bathroom and closed the door.

He brought her in front of him, and untied the towel. He let it pool around her feet.

When she moved to cover herself he took her hands.

"Mione, look at yourself." He placed his hand on her face. "Look and those eyes, they look like milk chocolate pools." He moved his hand and when down to her breast. He cupped it and ran his finger over the nipple. "You think your breasts aren't big enough? Look, they fill my hand perfectly. I am the only man that is going to be doing this to you, so I should know, they're perfect." he moved his hand down to her stomach. "You have the flattest stomach of the entire girl population of Hogwarts." He looked into her eyes. "One day, our child will be growing here." He moved to her hips and gripped them. "Your hips flare out to give you just the right amount of curve." He moved his hands down to her legs. "Your thighs are perfect too." He smiled at her. "I love the way they feel around my waist when we're making love."

Hermione felt tears of joy stream down her face. Did he just ask me to have his baby? Oh God he wants me to carry his child? He loves my body? I know he loves me, he said so so many times but he likes the shape of my body too? No one has ever told be that.

"Who told you you weren't beautiful Mione? Why would they say such a thing, all they have to do is look at you."

"My father. he told me no one would want me because of my body. He said the only man I would get is one that felt sorry for me. God, why do I listen to him? Why do I still believe everything he tells me? Why, Harry Why?" The last why was a choked sob. Her knees gave way and she was about to fall when Harry caught her.

He picked her up and carried her to her bedroom. He wrapped her in her bathrobe and held her while she sobbed. After a while she calmed down and looked at him.

"I'm so tired. Please, hold me until I fall asleep?" Hermione asked Harry. He could tell she was emotionally drained and needed his comfort. He laid them down and she fell asleep against his chest.

A few minutes later he put Hermione under the covers and made his way to Dumbledore's office.

When he reached the gargoyle he said "Lemon Drop" and walked up the stair case.

"Ah Harry, what can I do for you?" Dumbledore asked.

"I want to talk to you about Hermione."

Chapter 13

"What about Ms. Granger?" Dumbledore questioned Harry

"She turns seventeen in a few weeks. That makes her legally of age, right?"

"Yes, she is a legal adult in the wizarding world."

"What do you mean , in the wizarding world?" Harry asked stunned.

"Meaning she was born in the muggle world, that means she is a muggle citizen. The rules are different as you know. The legal age is eighteen, not seventeen. You were born in the magical world making you our citizen, which in turn makes you legally of age."

"That means Hermione has to go back to her parents house." Harry was getting frantic.

"That's right Harry, is something wrong?" Dumbledore asked concerned.

"Oh, no, only the fact that Hermione's father hits her, and her mother does nothing to prevent it," Harry told him sarcastically.

"Do you have proof, Mr. Potter, this is not to be taken seriously. Child abuse is a very serious matter in the magical community." Dumbledore got up from his desk and walked over to Harry.

"Other than the fact that when Hermione first came to the Burrow, she had bruises all down her stomach and hips?"

"Has Ms. Granger told you her father did it to her?"

"Yes, she told be at the Burrow. She was really upset and I saw bruises on her hip. She denied it at first, but then she told me it was her father."

"There is a way around the law Harry, however you or Ms. Granger may not be ready for it." Dumbledore thought out loud.

"Tell me Professor, we may not be ready but we need to have the option open." Harry told Dumbledore with determination.

"If Ms. Granger was to marry someone of age her husband would automatically become her next of kin, making him her temporary guardian until she becomes of age."

"So your saying if I marry Hermione, she wouldn't have to go back to her parents'?" Harry asked in confusion.

"Yes, Mr. Potter that is exactly what I am saying."

"Okay, well at least we have that option. Is there another one? What if she became a wizard citizen? Wouldn't that make her of age?" Harry asked hopefully.

"Yes, that would make her of age here, but that wouldn't solve the problem there." Dumbledore reminded him.

After a few moments of silence. Harry stood up.

"You have a lot to think about Harry, please don't take this lightly." Dumbledore told him.

Harry walked back to his room and found Hermione still sleeping on the bed. Only, her sleep was anything but peaceful. She was tossing and turning on the bed, tears were streaming down her face and she was whimpering "No...no...please don't."

Harry sat down on the bed and started to shaker her awake. She was writhing on the bed and she was breathing through choked sobs. He pulled her to his chest and rubbed her back.

Hermione eyes flew open. She wasn't dreaming anymore. She was at Hogwarts, safe in Harry's arms. She looked up at Harry and wrapped her arms around his neck. He pulled her closer and kissed her neck. He whispered "I love you" and that seemed to calm her down.

Chapter 14

Ron and Livvie talking at the Gryffindor table, when Harry and Hermione walked in.

Ron smiled slyly. "Well, hello you to love birds. We wondered where you to went off to last night. Did you have a good night? We could practically feel the heat radiating off you two on the dance floor."

"Sod off Ron." Hermione said with a smile. "I never kiss and tell."

Ron looked stunned. He looked from Harry to Hermione then back to Harry. "What the hell is that suppose to mean, 'I never kiss and tell'," He mimicked Hermione.

"It means, what goes on between Harry and I behind closed door, you will never find out." At Ron's perplexed and stunned expression she laughed. "Livvie, why don't we go talk some where else." She reached up, put her hand behind Harry's neck and pulled him down for a passionate kiss. She winked at sundered out of the great hall.

Ron's jaw dropped and Livvie laughed. "Harry don't let her go. She's obviously head over heels in love with you." She stood and leaned down to give Ron a kiss. "See ya babe," she whispered and ran after Hermione.

Ron looked at Harry who was putting eggs on his plate. "What the hell was that?"

Harry laughed at his friends expression. "As Hermione said I don't kiss and tell." Harry looked with a thoughtful expression then said, "I will tell you that i just spent the most passionate night of my life locked in my room with the Head Girl." He went back to eating his breakfast.

Ron looked at Harry flabbergasted and then with a look of digested. "Oye Harry, I think of Herms as my sister, that was really bad imagery."

"You asked Ron, I just told you what happened in a round about way."

"So it really true what they say?"

Harry look at Ron with a puzzled expression. "What exactly is it that they say?"

"You know, the quiet, shy types are the wildest in bed."

"Ron, you have no idea."

"Well Livvie is pretty shy." Ron thought out loud.

"So, how is it going between you and Livvie. I saw you dancing with her last night. You were all over her," Harry said with a smirk.

"Well, we have gotten really close these last couple of weeks, we do all of our homework together, we spend our free time together, I think I really like her."

"You think?" Harry asked sarcastically.

"All right, I know I like her. We have only been going out for the last couple of weeks."

"Have you kissed her yet?" Harry asked Ron.

"No, were in that stage where you do more then hand hold, but not in the kissing stage yet."

"Sorry Ron, I was never in that stage with Hermione. When I told her I loved her, i just kissed her. We didn't even have a holding hands stage."

"Lucky git." Rom muttered.

"Hey, I have an idea. You know where the Head Boy and Girl tower is?" When Ron nodded he continued. " The password is 'cappachino.' Use Hermione's room, set up a romantic dinner and when your done eating kiss her good night."

"I know, but if we have it in a bedroom wouldn't it look like I'm trying to seduce her?"

"Hermione and I will transfigure the room to look like a dinning room. The only thing that will be there is a table and chairs and a couch in front of the fire place."

"Just make sure you put a silencing charm in your room, in chase you and Hermione are doing any extra curricular activities."

Harry scowled at Ron and they walked to the Quiddich pitch for morning practice.

*****

Livvie and Hermione were in the prefect bathroom.

Livvie turned to Hermione. "Hermione we're friend right?"

Hermione turned to Livvie surprised. "Of course we are. Our boyfriends are best friends, you are the only really close girlfriend that I have. I mean, I've known Lavender, Pavarti and Ginny since I was eleven, but I'm closer to you then I am them. I don't know, I've only known you a month, but I feel as though I have known you my entire life."

"Oh good, I feel the same way." Livvie said relieved. "Can I asked you a question?"

"Of course, we're friend aren't we?"

"How do you know when you fell in love with Harry?"

"I guess it stared when we were eleven and Harry saved me from that troll. Ever since then we have been close. Harry and Ron are best mates, but Harry and I share something no one understands, not even us. His girlfriends hated me for that closeness. All my boyfriend hated Harry for it too. When I was going out with Justin, we accused me of being in love with Harry. I didn't know I was in love with Harry until he said that." Hermione paused and continued. "When Harry is with me time stops. My heart races, and my palms sweat. I'm terrified that he'll get himself killed by Voldemort. I can't live without him, because of he died I would too." By the time Hermione was finished, tears were rolling down her cheeks. She looked at Livvie and smiled. "You feel the same way about Ron, I can tell. You may not be in love with him yet, but your falling for him hard and fast."

Livvie smiled sheepishly at Hermione. "That's why I asked you about Harry. I know I have only known Ron for a month but I think I'm falling in live with him."

Hermione turned to Livvie and asked, "Don't deny your feelings Livvie, Harry and I tried that, it doesn't work. Suppressing the feelings only makes them stronger, and when they surface you can't deny them. It took me six years to figure out how much I love Harry, you have figured that kind out that kind of love in a month. Please tell Ron how you feel, he needs to know."

Livvie smiled slyly at Hermione. "So I hear you and Harry were hot and heavy last night."

Hermione blushed. "Acutely that is what I wanted to talk to you about. Your good at potions so I need your help I need to make a contraceptive potion. I know the spell but the potion last for six months."

"You know I heard about that potion. It seems really hard. I tried to make it back at my school in America for a friend, and I nearly blew up the dorm room."

Hermione laughed. "Oh no, your starting to sound like Neville."

Livvie laughed too and said "God I hope not."

When the laughter died down Livvie asked "Hermione is it scary, you know, making love?"

"It's intimidating. I was terrified last night. All these thoughts were running through my mind. Then I released that this was Harry, he loves me and I love him. If I get scarred he'll stop. He would never do anything to hurt me. After I knew that, the fear went away." Hermione explained to Livvie. "Livvie, I love Ron like a brother, he's had girlfriends, however if you let that thought consume you, you will never be able get over your fear and insecurities. Ron loves you, you can see it when he looks and you. You need to be sure, before you make love with him, that you love him enough to able to give him your soul." Hermione laughed at her own sentimentality. "I know this may sound really sappy, but don't have sex just for the hell of it. When you lose your virginity, make sure you love the man that's going to take it."

Livvie wiped a tear from her eye and gave a watery smile at Hermione. "Does it hurt?"
They both laughed.

" A little, but I promise you," Hermione gave her a wicked smirk, "It's bloody well worth it."

They both were laughing historically as they made there way to the great hall. they were walking over to Gryffindor table when they ran into Pansy Parkins

"What are you two doing?"

Livvie looked at Pansy and then Hermione, she knew they were like Ron and Malfoy.

" We're talking Parkins. If you have a problem with that then back the hell off." Hermione's smile died and a glare took it's place.

The great hall silenced immediately.

"Or what mudblood? Just because your Potter's whore doesn't mean you can hurt me."

Hermione laughed sardonically. "Pansy, if I'm whore what the hell does that make you? Hogwarts's private call girl?"

"You'll pay for that Granger."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "What could you possibly do to me? Remember Parkins who made Valedictorian last year and and every year that we have been going to this school. Remember I'm the one with strait A's and I'm the one that can kick your ass from here to China. Believe me Pansy, you don't want to mess with me." Hermione turned to leave. She new the entire great hall was watching them.

Pansy called after her. "Hey mudblood, does daddy have anything to do with this?"

Hermione noticeably tensed and turned around. "What the hell does my father have to do with this?"

"Came on Granger, we all know your secret. How daddy hits you and your mother just stands by and watch." There was a gasp from the great hall. "You know, you should tell him not to do it in the middle of the train station."

"Pansy, you have five second to get out of my face, or I swear to god I will make your life a living hell. I would rather my father hit me, as suppose to yours who is a Death Eater. You know the difference between us. People respect me, not because my father could kill them, but because I earned it. I earn everything I get, you sleep your way to the top. I may be Harry Potter's girlfriend, but our privet life, is exactly that, private. You want call his whore, that fine, I really couldn't give a damn, because people know that's not true. I may be someone's lover but never his whore, because that spot is reserved for you." Hermione took a step closer. " I want you give your father a message to give to Voldemort. To get to Harry, we'll have through me, and promise him when I fight with everything in me, he doesn't want be on the receiving end of my wand." She turned away from Pansy and then suddenly stopped. "Oh and Pansy, you don't want to be on the receiving end of hand or my wand when you when you mess with me or my friends."

"If that a promise or a threat?" Pansy asked a little shaken.

"My dear Pansy, you should know me by now, I don't make empty promises or hollow threats. Take it either way you like just remember, that if you fuck with me, I will kill you." Hermione saw everyone watching them. "I hope everyone enjoyed the show." She turned to the teachers who were sitting shell shocked. "Professor Dumbledore, I apologize for my childish behavior. I have shown disrespect to you and all the teachers here from letting my personal life become public. Please accept my deepest apologies, it will never happen again." She walked out of the great hall and back to her dorm.

Harry and Ron looked at each other and then at Livvie. They got up and joined Livvie and went after Hermione. They got to the Head Boy and Girl dorm, said the password and went inside. They could hear sobbing coming from up stairs. They ran up to Hermione's room. The door to the bathroom was closed and Harry opened it. He saw Hermione in the shower with the water mixing in with her tears. She was sitting down in the stall with her legs brought up to her chest with her head on her knees sobbing. Harry shut the door and put a locking and silencing charm on the it. He quickly stripped and got into the shower. The water was freezing. He immediately turned it to hot and kicked Hermione up. He brought her back against his chest and felt the water cascade down them.

She was trembling violently, and Harry knew she was cold. He brought her closer and put one of hands on her stomach and one around her waist. "Mione, clam down." He whispered into her skin. He started stroking her body, and she gasped in delight.

"Come on Mione, you need to calm dow. Ron and Livvie are outside and are waiting to talk to us. They are pretty confused about what happened with you and Pansy."

"Harry, I just wanted to keep it between us. I didn't want everyone to find out about my relationship with my father. I couldn't let anyone know I am that weak." Hermione sobbed.

"You are not weak. You are one of the strongest people I know. I love you, and so does Ron and Livvie. They need to know that you are okay."

"They're out there?" Hermione's head snapped up.

"Don't worry, I put a locking and silencing charm on the door. They can't hear us." Harry reassured her. "I bet they think I am ravishing you in here. Come on, lets dry off."

Harry dried Hermione off and put her in his robe. He dressed in his cloths that he was wearing before and they walked out together.

Ron gave an exasperation sigh and said, "Finally I though Harry must have-" He was cut off by Livvie's hand.

"What Ron meant to say," Livvie glared at her boyfriend, "Is that we were about to give you to some privacy."

"No, you heard some things that need to be clarified and I owe you all an explanation." Hermione motioned for all of them to sit on the bed. Harry wrapped his arms around her and Ron wrapped his arms around Livvie. Hermione took a breath and continued. "When I was six my father started hitting me. It would be something stupid like not eating enough or eating to much. When I got older it was because I didn't do well enough at school, or if I did my homework wrong.

" Then when I got my Hogwarts letter my life went from bad to worse. he decided that if I was a witch, then he could beat my powers from me. When that didn't work he would give up, give me time to heal, and start the process all over again. Once it was so bad he beat me into a coma and I woke up in the hospital three days later. I couldn't tell anyone. No one would believe me even if I did. I felt so helpless that I couldn't do anything.

"Hogwarts became my escape. I would do well in school just to piss off my father, at first, then I realized the reward was that people thought I was smart. I love being a witch and no is going to stop me. My father can beat me, but Hogwarts is were I belong."

Hermione looked from Ron who was clenching his fist angrily, to Livvie who was crying too by now.

"When I came back from Hogwarts last year, I must have taken to long on the train and my father got mad. He dragged me out into the parking lot and Kings Crossing and hit me twice, hard across both cheeks. Pansy must have saw him, that was the only way she could have found out.

"Before I came to the Burrow my father and I had another fight.

Flashback

"You're not going anywhere Hermione, look at these grades you got. They are despicable."

"What are you talking about those are the best grades you can get."

John Granger smacked her across the face. Her hip slammed into the side of the counter and she fell to the floor.

"That is my point. You are getting good grades, you are a witch," her father sneered at her.

"If I don't go to the Burrow, Ron and Harry will know something is wrong, they will come looking for me to see if I am okay. You know as well as I do that I have been going over there for the last month of summer vacation for six years. It is a tradition that can't be ignored. If I say no they will no something is wrong because I already told them that I was staying home this summer. If I don't go there and make an appearance, they will come here."

"Shut up, you stupid girl." He hit her in the stomach and kicked her in the ribs twice. She got up and tried to get away. He caught her and threw her against the table. Her collar bone hit it. She looked up at her father dazed. He picked her up off the floor and threw her on her bed.

"You will go to the Burrow, before you leave make sure that bruise is gone, you look horrible. Too bad your not beautiful, i could have gotten rid of you a long time ago."

Hermione looked at her father and passed out. Five days later her bruise on her face had healed and she went to the safety of the Burrow.

End Flashback

Hermione while retelling what happened, silently looking down at the bed was now looking at her friends.

"You see why I wanted to keep this private? Now everyone at Hogwarts knows my father hits me for no reason. No one will respect me anymore, they will look at me with pity in their eyes. That is the last thing I want." Hermione got up off the bed and stuttered to pace. "The only reason I told Harry was because he saw the bruises. I never wold have old him if he hadn't seen them. I hate everything this does to me and to you. I just brought all three of you into my personal problems that aren't even a big deal. I can handle my father, but I can't handle the entire population of Hogwarts knowing." Hermione was breathless when she finished.

Harry looked at her stunned. "You wouldn't have told me?"

"There was no reason to tell you," Hermione lied to him. She knew she wanted to tell Harry but she was grateful that he found out the way he did.

Livvie was afraid that they were going to start arguing so she cut in. "Hermione, this is a big deal. This could send your father to Azkaban. Wait, he's a muggle isn't he? Wouldn't;t they send him to a muggle prison?"

"That a great thought Livvie," Hermione said sarcastically, "now, all we need is means, motive, opportunity and evidence. Opportunity, the defense will argue that I have been at Hogwarts for the last seven years. Motive, why would a loving father hit his own flesh and blood? Means, he hits me with his hands, does he do dentist work with the same hands that he beats his daughter with? And lastly we come to evidence, but there's one little problem, we don't have any. So, you see if I could have convicted his ass, don't you think I would have?"

"Hermione calm dow, she was just trying to help." Ron told her.

Hermione sighed, "Look, Livvie, I'm sorry, I just so frustrated that I don't know what the hell is coming out of my mouth. I'm pretty much on otto pilot since that sparring with Pansy."

Livvie smiled "Hey, it's okay. I would do the exact same thing in your shoes.

Harry was still looking at Hermione. "You wouldn't have told me? If I hadn't seen the bruises, you never would have told me?" Harry was getting angry and everyone knew it.

Hermione looked at Harry. "I honestly don't know. I loved you for so long that I was afraid to tell you. What if this made you think less of me? What if you did something stupid like go after my father?"

Harry blushed and said, "I wouldn't have done that."

Hermione looked at him in with arched eyebrows. "Right."

Ron got up of the bed a took Hermione by the arm. He lead her back to the bed.

Hermione sat down and moved closer to Harry. She looked at him with pleading eyes that told him she needed to be held. He opened his arms and she climbed into his lap.

Livvie crawled into Ron's and he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck.
The couples sat like that drawing strength from their significant others, not ready to face the world yet.

A few minutes later Hermione sat up. "We have to get to class. I'll see you all later." She leaned down and kissed Harry. She looked back up. "Could you guys excuse us please. If you need to you can use Harry's room to talk."

Livvie laughed and Ron smirked. "Sure," they said at the same time.

As soon as they were out the door. Hermione bent down and kissed Harry again, but this tome more passionately. "I love you," Hermione whispered.

"I love you too," Harry whispered back. He got up and they walked to the door.

*****

After classes Harry, Ron and Livvie sat at the table discussing classes when Hermione walked in. The great hall grew silent.

Hermione walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat down. All of a sudden the great hall broke into hushed whispers. Hermione stood up.

"What happened this morning between Pansy Parkins and I was very inappropriate, and did not need to be displayed in front of you. I am very sorry for the display of childish performance and extend my apologies I gave to the teacher to you all. However, I would like to remind you some of the things that were said are part of our private life and should not be discussed. I would very much appreciate it if you would forget what you heard today."
Hermione sat down and ate.

After dinner Harry, Hermione, Ron and Livvie went to the Head Boy an Girl rooms.

Hermione turned to the couple and said, "If you guy ever need to talk or just spend some private time together, please use my room. I have pretty much moved in with Harry so, please by all means use mine, okay?"

Livvie smiled at Hermione. "Thank you so much Hermione." She ran up to Hermione and hugged her.

Hermione and Harry turned up to go to his room when Hermione turned around. "Oh and Livvie, when you do use that room, for any reason, please, for god sakes, use a silencing and locking charm." They blushed and Hermione laughed.

Harry stripped to his boxers and Hermione went into the bathroom to get washed up. She came out ten minutes later in a night gown that looked exactly like the one she had been wearing the first nigh Harry and her had made love, but it was blue instead of burgundy.

She climbed into bed with Harry and they fell asleep in each others arms.

*****

Down stairs Ron and Livvie were sitting on the sofa, in front of the fire.

"Ron, you've known Hermione since she was eleven. How has she hid it from you and Harry for so long?"

"I don't know Livvie, Hermione can hide emotions so well, that if her father was beating her, she could hid it from us. I don't know why she would though. She knows that she can trust us, I just wish that she trusted us with this." Ron sighed and started to rub Livvie's shoulders and back.

Livvie sighed and leaned back against Ron's chest. She looked up at him with her sapphire blue eyes. Her black hair was fanned out on his chest and she licked her lips.

Ron leaned down and kissed her. He slid his hand down and rested them on her flat stomach. The other pulled her neck closer to deepen the kiss. They broke apart and starred in each others' eyes.

Livvie took his hand and led him up to Hermione's room. Ron shut the door, locked it and put a silencing charm on it. He then pulled Livvie back into his arms and kissed her soundly.

He broke off the kiss and was about to day something, when Livvie broke in.

"Ron, I think I'm falling in love with you, but I'm not ready to make love. Please understand, I led you up here because I wanted to be alone with you but I'm not ready to go that far yet." She worked up enough courage to look him on the eye. She didn't see anger or impatience, all she saw was understanding and love.

"I was about to ask you if you were ready for this. I love you, but I'm not ready either."

Livvie smiled. She knew that she could trust Ron with her life, she also knew that she loved him and he loved her.

"Thank you for understanding."

"Livvie, can I ask you something?" Ron asked nervously.

"Of course you can, you can asked me anything." Livvie looked seriously into his eyes.

"Are you a virgin?"

Livvie looked surprised, she never expected to have this conversation with Ron, her dad had always taught her discussing these kinds of things with men was wrong.

"I... um..." Livvie stumbled over her explanation. "Yes, I am. Um does that bother you?"Livvie asked a bit nervous.

Ron kissed her and looked her directly on the eye. "How could I possibly mind? God Livvie, do you what it means to me that you trust me enough to make love to you?"

Livvie started to pace. "Some men don't like the idea of messing with virgins. To tell you the truth, I would completely understand. A man wants a women to know what she's doing then have an inexperienced virgin."

Ron went up to her and laid both his hands on her stomach. "Livvie, I love you, I am honored that you trust me to take away your virginity. Please, honey, believe that."

"Thank you, Ron. I love you too." Livvie sighed and turned. "Can you just hold me tonight. I'm not ready to make love, but I really want to be close to you, please . She looked pleadingly into his eyes as if he would say no.

He kissed her again and nodded. Ron stripped down to his boxers and Livvie to her bra and panties.

They fell into bed and fell into an exhausted sleep.

Chapter 14

In the next room Harry was awoken by Hermione's sobs. He looked down at her, she was still asleep but tears were streaming down her cheeks and she was shaken like a fall leaf.

Harry brought her closer to his chest and tried to comfort her with out waking her up. When that did nothing he tried she shake her awake, calling her name softly and gently kissing her.

Hermione started to toss and turn. Harry could tell she was terrified. He also knew she was dreaming about her father. She kept moaning, "No, daddy, please."

Hermione screamed and bolted out of the bed. She was standing in the middle of Harry's room shaking. Harry called out to her.

"Mione?" He reached out his hand and she shakily took it. He brought her back to the bed and held onto her hand. He knew that she had to come to him. It would terrify her if he put his arms around her and she didn't know what he was doing.

Hermione lunched herself into Harry's arms. She needed to feel something, anything, other then fear.

"Your safe Mione, no one is going to hurt you ever again."

Hermione buried her face in Harry's neck and started to kiss it. She pushed her body against his and took his hand.

As she brought his hand up to her breast she said "Please Harry, I need to feel something other than fear. I need to feel love. Please, God Harry, I need you to make love to me."

Harry brushed his fingers across her breasts and made her look into his eyes. He kissed her and gently laid her down on the bed.

"Do you trust me?" Harry asked Hermione. When she nodded he got his wand out.

"What are you doing?" Hermione asked with caution.

"Shh, close your eyes," Harry whispered into her ear.

He muttered a spell, silk ties came out and brought Hermione's hands over her head and ties them to the bed posts.

"Harry?" Hermione whispered.

In response, Harry kissed her, hard and demanding. He pressed his tongue over the seam of her lips, and when she moaned her response he thrust his tongue inside. He explored her mouth with his tongue. Then he matted her tongue with his and started the duel that they had mastered.

Her body was covered in nothing but a silk night gown. He brought his hand to her breasts and started to kneed them. He left her breasts, and went up to her shoulders. He brought the night gown down just enough to uncover her breasts. Her nipples puckered as the cold air touched them. He brushed a finger across them to make them even more ridged.

Hermione broke the kiss and gasped. She loved it when Harry touched her. She tried to move her arms but they were tied above her head.

He kissed his way between the valley of her breasts and took her right nipple into his mouth. Hermione gasped again and arched her back to make Harry take her deeper into his mouth. He sucked on her breast like a starving man. He dragged his teeth across the nipple and bit down softly, just enough to drive Hermione insane. He kissed across the valley between her breasts again and repeated the same torment to her other breast.

By this time Hermione was whimpering softly. He dragged his mouth away from her breast and melded it with hers. They battled for dominance with their tongues. His hands moved down to her ribs and started to bring the night gown lower. When it was around her hips he pulled it off completely. Hermione lay beneath him tied to the post, naked. He had never in his life seen something so beautiful. He loved the way her passion filled eyes met his. he loved the way her hair was fanned out behind her head on the pillow, and he loved the way her breast heaved with every breath she took.

Harry kissed his way down here stomach and down to her belly button. He dipped his tongue inside and Hermione moaned.

Hermione knew what was coming and was a little nervous, when he reached down and ran a hand through the glisining wet folds. She could feel his hot breath and when she felt his tongue on her clit she lifted her hips off the bed.

He sucked and nipped at her clit for a while. Then she felt him run his tongue on the outside of her folds and then he thrust his tongue inside her. He alternated between moving his tongue inside and out of her and sucking on her clit.

He knew she was close. He could feel her inner walls start to contact when he stopped. He climbed up on top of her, kissed her, and thrust into her as hard as he could.

Hermione screamed. She had only felt this when Harry thrust inside her. No other feeling in the world compared to this. She was so close that she could feel herself spiraling out of control.

When she tried to meet his thrust Harry grabbed her hips. "No Mione, you asked me to make love to you, that is what I'm doing. That's why I tied your hands. You are mine, and you are going to do exactly what I want."

"Harry, please, untie me, I need to touch you." Hermione was tugging frantically at the silk ties that where keeping her hand off him .

In response to her plea, he quickened his pace and thrust deeper. He muttered the counter spell and Hermione bonds were undone. He griped her hips and pulled her closer. This angle allowed him to brush up against her clit every time he thrust.

Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and dug her nails into his back. She was so close she could feel it. Harry's thrusts became erratic and she knew he was just as close. She wanted to wait for him and started to hold back.

Harry must have noticed and said "Don't you dare hold back Mione, let go."

Listening to him she let herself spiral higher and higher. She arched her back and pressed his lower back into her stomach.

Harry could feel her muscles start to convulse. He kissed her and thrust into her one more time. Before she came she whispered "I love you" into his ear.

As she came, she kissed him as if she would never see him again. She arched her back and let go completely. Her release seemed to go on for hours. It was so intense that she vaguely remembered Harry come with her. All she could do was kiss him in hopes to convey the love that was going through them.

After their bodies calmed down Harry noticed that Hermione was still kissing him. He broke off the kiss and laid his forehead on hers. They lay together in a tangle of limbs and breathing heavily.

Harry rolled off Hermione and took her with him. He tuck her in the crook of his arm and kissed her neck.

"Mione?" Harry broke the silence.

"Yeah?" Hermione responded.

"Why do you feel scarred?"

"What?"

"You said you were tired of being scarred and that you wanted to feel different."

Hermione looked up and him. " I needed to feel love Harry, I needed to feel you inside me because I can feel so much love when you are. As for why I feel fear? I always have when I think of my father. I just wanted to forget for a while." Hermione sighed and continued. "At first I wanted to feel numb. That's why I took a cold shower. I didn't want to feel anything, but She I did that all I felt was cold. The you came in and took all the pain away by just being there, just like when I woke up from my dream. I hate feeling fear every time I think of my father. I just needed to forget him for a while." Hermione smiled slyly. "Besides, you did a very good job at making me forget." She held up a silk tie and raised an eyebrow "Want to tell me where these came from?"

Harry blushed. "I had a dream over the summer when I was at the Dursley's and you were in it."

Hermione smirked. "And what were you doing to me, holding me hostage?"

Harry turned into a tomato right there. "I always have had a fantasy where I get to make love to you and you were at my mercy."

Hermione slid closer to him, and stated, "When you have another dream, tell me and maybe we can make it a reality.

Harry stared at her and they both laughed. Hermione yawned and snuggled closer.

Harry noticed and tightened his grip around her waist. "Come on," he said. "We better get to sleep, I know your tired."

"And how could you know that Harry?" Hermione said sleepily.

"Hermione, I felt how hard you came, you nearly took skin off my back."

"Sorry," Hermione mumbled, not sorry at all. "I love you" was the last thing she said before she fell asleep.

"I love you too," Harry told her as he drifted off to sleep too.

Chapter 15

Wormtail had been summoned to his mastered chambers. He was nervous. He still needed to get the information on the mudblood that Potter was going out with.

He opened the door, walked in, and bowed.

Voldemort looked at Wormtail in mild discussed. "What did you bring me Wormtail, have you any new information on Granger."

Wormtail was trembling. "Y-Yes master. Our informant at Hogwarts says Granger has problems at home. They say her father beats her."

"Muggles do weird things to their children, I prefer to use spells instead of physical violence."

"We have also learned that Potter and Granger are living together. They sleep in the same room overnight."

"I know that, I want useful information Wormtail."

"You know?" Wormtail asked in a shaky voice.

"Of course I know," Voldemort hissed. "I can feel all his strong emotions. He shares so much love for her it's makes sick."

"What do you want us to do Master? Potter is always around the mudblood to get close to her."

"Well, find a way to get her away from Potter, Wormtail, your life depends on it."

*****

Months had past, it was now December and Harry and Hermione were enjoying their relationship. They were closer than ever and they were inseparable.

Harry, Hermione, Livvie and Ron were sitting at Gryffindor table in the Great Hall

"Hey Ron, are you staying here for the Holidays?" Harry asked him curiously.

"I don't know, maybe. It depends on what Mum wants to do."

"Livvie, what about you?" Hermione asked.

"Oh, my dad and I have a special thing we do every year. We go to Italy and we spend the days inside and out and just being together. It's a father-daughter bonding things."

"Oh, sound fun," Hermione said with a sad face. She wished her father was like that.

"Hey, Hermione what about you?" Ron asked just as the mail arrived.

Hedwig came in with Pig, and another owl that no one recognized.

Ron looked over his letter. "Looks like I'm going to be going to Romania to visit Charlie this year."

Hermione got a letter and opened it. It read:

Hermione,

Your relatives are coming home this year. You are coming home for Christmas. Get packed and be ready to go when the train leaves, your mother and I do not want to have to pick you up.

Dad

Hermione started to tremble. She couldn't go home for Christmas. She needed to stay with Harry. She needed him, she couldn't face her father alone.

"Hermione? Baby, what's wrong?" Harry pulled her out of her world. She looked over at him with her eyes filled with tears and ran from the Great Hall.

He picked up the letter and read it. "Son of a bitch" Harry said under his breath.

"What's wrong Harry? What happened to Hermione?" Livvie asked in a scared voice.

"She just got a letter from her father, she has to go home for Christmas."

"Damn" Ron muttered. "What the hell are we going to do? She can't go back there alone. Her father may kill her."

Harry looked at Ron. "Oh, I have no intention of letting her go alone."

Harry ran up to his room to find Hermione packing. "Mione, what are you doing?"

Hermione looked up at Harry with a startled expression on her face. She hadn't expected him to come up there. She returned to her packing.

"I'm packing Harry, you read the letter, you know I have to go."

Harry groaned inwardly. "You are not going alone. I'm coming with you."

Hermione looked back at him with glassy eyes. " You can't come, my father would kill me."

"Hermione, I am not letting you go by yourself. You know I can't let you do that. Your father will hit you anyway."

"Harry, I can't face my father alone, but I can't face him with you either. John Granger is not a man to cross. People have tried and they always get hurt. I couldn't bare if something happened to you."

"You're going to write a letter to your mum, you are going to tell her that you can't come unless your best friend is allowed to come. Tell her that you can't leave me alone, say anything that will convince her that I need to come with you or that you need to stay here."

"It won't do any good Harry my father will never allow you to come."

"Just write the damn letter Hermione, I am not letting you go with out a fight."

*****

Livvie and Ron were still in the great hall. They were scared for Hermione. Livvie looked at Ron with a tear streaked face.

"What is Harry going to do? How can he possible get Hermione passed her father?"

"He'll think if a way Livvie, Harry is a smart bloke, he'll figure something out" I just pray to Merlin that he thinks of something in time. Ron thought to himself.

Chapter 15

A few days after Hermione's owl, she wrote her parents and gave a million excuses why Harry had to come with her. She forgot to leave the little detail that they were boy friend and girl friend, not to mention lovers as well.

Hermione and Harry were waiting for the owl post to arrive on a Friday afternoon. Their classes were over and the were sitting in the head boy and girl common room. Ron and Livvie were in the head girls room having their usual snogging session.

Hermione was curled up in Harry's arms in front of the fire when they heard a tapping on the window. Harry got up to open it, he took the letter from the owl and went to sit next to Hermione to read it.

Harry gave her the letter and asked her "Is it from your parents?"

"Y-Yes," Hermione said in a shaky whisper.

"It's okay Mione, open it, I'm right here." Harry pulled her into his arms.

Hermione opened the letter:

Hermione,

Your father and I are very interested to meet this Harry that you talk of so oftenly. We are expecting both of you at the train station at noon. Hermione, please do not be late, you know how your father gets. Just be on time, and we wouldn't have this problem. Behave while you are here and he won't have to hit you. You know your relatives are here, make sure your friend knows not to use any magic around the family members. We don't want them to know freaks are in the house.

Mom

PS. Bring something to wear that doesn't make you look so fat dear, we want people to think you are normal, we also have a nice young man that your father wants you to meet. Please do something about your hair and clothes before you come home.

"Wow," said Hermione suprised. "That was amazingly civil of her. She usually comments on everything about me, this time she only commented me about my hair and clothes." Hermione said a little suprised.

"You mean this is what she says all the time? Wear clothes that make you look less fat, which you aren't in the first place, and your hair is beautiful, why would she want to change it?" Harry said in disgust.

"You don't know my mother Harry, she may not hit me but she always comments on my clothes, and appearance."

Harry looked at the letter and asked "What's this about a guy she wants you to meet?"

Hermione looked at Harry. She had been dreading telling Harry this from the start, She knew that by relatives meant that there would be a party and she would have to meet another one of her father's marriage prospects for her.

Hermione started "Every year at christmas since I was eleven, he made me meet guys that would be eligible in his mind to marry me. He makes me spend the evening talking to them, and getting to know them, if we don't agree or don't get along and if he is rich enough, my father outs him down on a list. On my eighteenth birthday he will choose my husband off the list of suitors."

"What?" Harry looked shell-shocked.

"This is exactly why I didn't want you to come. Now you are going to do something that will hurt you by trying to defend me. I have to meet these guys. Little does my father know, that his daughter is unavailable for marriage."

"Your damn right your unavailable, you're mine Mione, I love you and I am not giving you up."

"Oh no Harry, that's not what I'm talking about. Yes, I love you but even if you didn't want me I still couldn't marry."

"What are you talking about Mione?" Harry asked with a perplexed expression.

"I can't marry because I'm not pure." At Harry's still confused expression Hermione explained. "I can't marry because I am no longer a virgin."

"What the hell does that have to do with anything?" Harry asked still very much confused.

"My father is very old fashioned. He believes that women have to be virgins in order to marry. If they're not, then they are soiled goods." Hermione looked at Harry. "I love you, my father will never be able to keep me away from you. I love you so damn much that I'm not afraid to tell my father that I lost my virginity to the man that I love. I love you so much, that I'm not afraid of my father beating me by telling him that I love you." Hermione was crying now, the tears were flowing freely. She walked over to Harry and kissed him.

"I love you to Mione, no one is going to take you away from me." Harry kissed her back and they showed each other just how much they did.

*****

A few hours later, Hermione and Harry lay in each other arms and breathing heavily. Hermione was the first to speak.

"We have to pack Harry, we leave tomorrow and we still haven't packed anything."

"Mione, calm down, we have all night."

Hermione jumped out of bed and got dressed. "Up," she shouted. "We have to pack, now."

Harry gave up and got dressed. They helped each other pack. Hermione started to packed all of her muggle clothes. Then she looked at them. She had never been comfortable with her body. She always bought clothes that were three or four sizes bigger than she need.
Harry had made her confidant in her body.

She looked at Harry and back at her clothes. She did something that she had never done, she shrunk all of her clothes so that they could stick to her like a second skin. She made sure that they were all her size.

Harry looked at her in suprise. Hermione answered his questioning gaze.

"My mother want me to wear clothes that don't make me look fat. You know I always wear clothes that are to big for me, so, I just shrunk them to fit to me like a seconds skin. Hope she likes it."

Harry smiled at her. He knew she didn't think her body was beautiful, but he did, and he was proud of her that she was finally excepting it.

*****

The next morning everyone was one the train at eight. Livvie, Ron, Harry, and Hermione sat in the same compartment and as they made there way to Kings Crossing.

As noon soon approached Hermione was getting nervous. She hated going home. Now that Harry was with her made the process seem less bleak, but she ws still scared.

The train started to slow as it pulled into the Station. Harry and Hermione said good bye to Ron and Livvie and started to find her parents.

"It's okay Mione, I'm right here, he's not going to hurt you." He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her quickly. he released her and they found her parents.

John Granger looked at his daughter coolly. "Your on time for once, lets go."

Mrs. Granger stopped her husband and said. "John, Hermione has brought her friend home, you know that." She turned to Hermione. "Hermione, you are being very rude, introduce us."

"Of course mum. Harry these are my parents. Mum, Dad, this is Harry Potter."

Harry stuck his hand out and shook Mr. Grangers hand. "Nice to meet you, Sir, Ma'am," Harry told him.
Mrs. Granger was the one to answer. "Same here." She looked over at Hermione. "Hermione dear, you look dreadful. you have lost too much wait. What id is with you. Last christmas you were over weight, know you look like a tooth pick. What is wrong with your hair? It looks as though you have frizzed it out even more than it is usually. You don't have on enough make up dear, you can't possibly think to go out to the party tonight looking like that. Isn't there some type of charm that makes you look socially presentable? You think your kind would be smart enough to find something like that."

"We do have a glamor charm mum," Hermione told her mother with tears in her eyes.

"Then for heaven sakes why don't you use it? You look like you just went through hell."

"I'm sorry mum, I will try something else for the party tonight. Since it's at our house, I will spend some extra time on me tonight," Hermione said, about to break down in sobs.

Harry had had enough. "More time? Hermione you spent three hours getting your self ready today. If you wore anymore make up you would look like a clown. You are beautiful with out any. Please will you stop this." He rounded on her mother. "Look Mrs. Granger, you may not know who I am, but your daughter is the most beautiful women I have ever meet, and that includes you, so why don''t we stop commenting on the way Hermione does, or doesn't look."

The Grangers looked at him in suprise. Hermione's mother looked at him with a stunned expression on her face, and then turned a little pink.

"Yes, of course Hermione is pretty in her own way, I am just telling her what she need to improve."

Hermione's father interjected. "You have to admit that there is a lot to improve and we don't have time to discuss this any longer. If we don;t get going we are going to be late to the party and Hermione and Harry need to get ready. we want our daughter to look presentable at least."

Harry and the Grangers walked to the car and drove home. As they pulled up into a three story manor, Hermione was wringing her hands in her lap. Harry took her hand in his and gave her a reassuring smile.

Mr. Granger walked up the drive way ahead of everyone so he could open the door. As he unlocked and opened it, a maid came rushing out.

" Oh, Miss Hermione, you are home, we all missed you here."

"Thank you Lizzie." Hermione managed a small smile. "This is my very good friend Harry Potter. Harry, this is my personal maid, Lizzie."

"Pleased to meet you Mr. Potter, our Miss Hermione told us she was bringing home a friend for Christmas."

Harry smiled at her and returned her greeting.

Mrs. Granger interrupted their conversation. "Lizzie, will you please show Harry to his room."
She stared to turn and then decided better. " Also Lizzie, I want to make sure that you make Hermione presentable tonight, there will be important people at the ball tonight, and she is on the marriage market now. She is seventeen so I want her in something suitable and that will make her look pretty."

"Yes ma'am" said Lizzie with a nod and a curtsy.

Hermione's parents turned to leave. As they walked out Lizzie turned back to Hermione.
"Come with me Miss Hermione, Mr. Potter I will show yo to your room."

They walked down a hall and up some steps. Lizzie showed Harry into a room that was decorated in dark blue. It had two large windows and three doors.

Hermione looked suprised. "Lizzie, this room connects with my chamber. Do my parents know about this?"

"Miss Hermione, I know you do not like it here at home, I also know that you and Mr. Potter are more than friends. I thought it would be best for him to be close in case something should happen."

Harry stared at her. "You mean if I walk through that door, it leads to Hermione's bedroom?"

Lizzie smiled at Harry and said, "Why do you think we have these rooms that connect? They were built for the same reason's you with to hide from your parents." She stared at Hermione as she said the last sentence.

Harry and Hermione both turned away and blushed. Lizzie decided to liven up the moment.

"Your mother seems to be more nice to you today, Miss Hermione, she must be pleased with you," Hermione's maid commented.

Harry looked up in surprise, "You mean she was being nice to you?"

Hermione managed a small smile at Harry, "She was being as nice as she comes. Tonight at the ball though, she will be a totally different person. She will laugh, smile and work her charm on every man in the room."

Harry crooked one eyebrow. "You mean she has affairs right with your father watching her?"

Hermione's hollow laugh told Harry all he needed to know. "You think that's bad? My father's mistress lived with us for a year."

"And your mother allowed this?" Harry asked with puzzlement.

"In case you haven't noticed Harry, the women in this house, don't have any power. They sit like lap dogs waiting for him to give them an order." Hermione's eyes were glazed over.

Harry turned to Lizzie, "Lizzie, would you please excuse us? We would like some time alone before the party."

"Of course" Lizzie nodded and bobbed a curtsy.

Harry walked up to Hermione and wrapped his hands around her. He brought her against his chest. "I won't let anything happen to you Mione, I love you." He kissed the place where her neck and shoulders met. He loved the feel of her in his arms he just wished she could protect her from her family.
Hermione turned in his arms. "I can't go to this ball tonight with out you. Please you have to come."

Harry kissed her and wrapped her tightly against his chest. "I'm not going anywhere."

She looked up at him and kissed him on the lips softly. Then the kiss turned more passionate. She broke it off and brought her body up against his.

"I need you to love me. Please Harry, I need to feel love. I want to feel you moving inside me, I want to look up and see the love in your eyes, I want to shatter and tremble in your arms as I come."

Harry picked Hermione up and put her on he four poster bed in his room. He undressed them quickly. He trailed kisses down Hermione face and neck. He was just about to kiss her breast when she pulled his head up and kissed him.

She broke off the kiss and looked in to his passion filled eyes.
"I can't wait, I need you. Now."

He positioned himself outside her opening. He leaned down to kiss her. As soon as their lips met, he thrust into as deep as he could go.

Hermione broke off the kiss and gasped. She looked up at him through passion glazed eyes. She cupped his cheek and ran her fingers across his lips.

Harry drew out until only the tip of his manhood was inside her and thrust again. Hermione closed her eyes and arched her back. He drew out again and plunged back in.

"Open your eyes Mione, I want to see them when you come."

Hermione dragged her eyes open. Harry kept his strokes long and hard. He wanted to drag this out as long as possible.

Half and hour turned to an hour and an hour turned to two. Hermione was slowly being driven mad. Harry wanted her to keep her eyes open, but the passion was mounting uncontrollably. She didn't know where she ended and Harry began.

All of a sudden Harry flipped them over. Hermione was know on top and very suprised.

" Harry, I-" She was cut off by Harry's mouth.

"Just move Mione, I promise I'll guide you."

Hermione moved her hips and gasped. She was know in control. That intimidated her a little. Ever since she was a little girl she was taught that a women's passions were wrong, that women shouldn't desire a man, that a woman was suppose to indulge a man by laying still as he took his passions out in her. She never thought she would be the one controlling them.

Soon her thrust were becoming weaker and more erratic. Harry knew she must be close by the way her mucsles were tensing.

"Harry, please. Oh, God... Harry."

He flipped them over again so he was back on top. Hermione's calves wrapped around his, and she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.

Hermione looked up at Harry. Chocolate met emerald. Harry's thrusts were strong and slow.

Please God, help me get through to night. Harry can only do so much for me. Let me be strong for once. My father expects me to marry someone I don't love as duty to my family. Hermione thought to herself. Then all of a sudden she heard Harry voice.

"Let go Hermione, I promise I'll catch you. Just stop thinking about this damn party and let the passion take over." Harry kissed her again softly on the mouth.

He looked directly into her eyes and thrust as hard as he could into her.

Hermione snapped. She opened her mouth to scream. Harry must have known, because as soon as she opened her mouth he swallowed her scream with a kiss. He let himself go. He spilled himself into Hermione, and they rode out their passion together.

Ten minutes later Harry and Hermione were coming back to reality. Their bodies were covered with a fine sheen of sweat. Each were gasping for air. Harry lay in between Hermione still intimately joined. Hermione was still shaking form her release. Harry could still feel the trembling of her inner muscles. She arched her back and bit her lip hard.

She looked up at him. "Please, I need you again, my body won't calm down."

"Hermione, your parents are going to be looking for us." He bent down to nibble her neck.
He was getting hard again by just being inside her. If they wanted to get ready for the ball then they would have to wait for round two until tonight.

"I don't care. Please Oh God Harry." She arched up against him again and cried out

"Hermione, what wrong?" Harry didn't understand what was happening but he knew her body well enough that he could tell that she was really close to orgasm again. What ever was happening it was making him very hard.

"I don't know. Harry you have to move. Please, I'm so close."

He thrust into her three times and she was raking her nails down his back.

She arched her back one more time and threw her head back. Her mouth opened in a silent scream. She tensed up and went still for a second. She then stared to tremble uncontrollably and pull Harry closer to her.

Harry came with her and collapsed on top of her. He realized he was crushing her, pulled out of her and spooned her back up against his chest. He brought the sheets over their bodies and wrapped her tightly up in his arms.

Hermione was still shaking from the effects of them making love. She couldn't stop even though she wasn't cold and was more than satisfied.

"Hermione, please tell me what happened." Harry kissed her naked shoulder and stroked the top of her breast with his fingers.

"I don't know." Hermione said between heavy breaths of air. "That never happened to me before. Your the only man I've ever made love with so you know my body better than anyone, do you have an idea?"

"Well I know what happened, I just don't know why. We made love and you came. I'm guessing it was really hard because you were about to scream." Hermione blushed and looked away. "Oh God Hermione, no, please that is nothing to be embarrassed about. You are the most passionate women I have ever made love to." He pulled her chin to look at him, and then cupped her cheeks with his hands. "Don't ever apologize for that. I love you so damn much that I want you to feel that way."

Hermione smiled a weak smile. She was so tired that she could hardly move.

"Go to sleep Hermione." He kissed her softly. "You need to sleep."

"Hmm.. love you."

" I Love you too. I'm going to go find your father and let his know that you are feeling sick, that way he won't bother you. Around six I'll send Lizzie up to wake you and get you dressed for the ball."

"Harry, stay with me until I fall asleep."

"Of course." Harry kissed her again. He waited until she went to sleep and got dressed.

He went down the steps to the main floor. He asked a couple of servant where he could find Hermione's father. They told him he was in the library.

Harry opened the doors and walked in. He saw Mr. Granger on the computer typing at the keyboard.

"Excuse me, Mr. Granger, but Hermione wanted me to tell you that she wasn't feeling well and needed to sleep for a little while."

Mr. Granger looked up and scowled. "She always tries to get out of these parties. She has some stupid notion that she will marry for love instead of marrying for alliance, power, and money. Don;t let her play acting concern you. I'm sure your parents want you to marry to keep the wealth in the family. I can't understand why Hermione has to be so childish about it."

"I wouldn't know what my parents did or didn't want me to do, they have been dead since I was a year old. However, I know that most wizarding families marry for love, not alliance, power, and money."

"Yes, well Hermione isn't in the wizarding world, and she won't be after she graduates from that freak school of hers."

"You think your own daughter is a freak?" Harry was just about to loose his temper. He couldn't stand it that Hermione's father would think that of her just because she is a witch.
"Mr. Granger, I don't think you understand what Hermione is capable of. She is the most powerful witch at Hogwarts. She can cast any spell written in a book and she can brew any potion that is given to her. You should be proud of her not condemn her for being different than you."

Harry walked out of the library and went to find Lizzie.

Lizzie climbing the stair to Hermione's room when Harry stopped her.

"Lizzie, don't wake Hermione up, she isn't feeling well and she needs some rest."

Lizzie shook her head. "I'm sorry Mr. Potter, I have strict instructions from Miss Hermione's mother that Hermione need extra time being prepared tonight."

"Lizzie it's four in the afternoon, the ball doesn't start until eight. Hermione need four hours to get ready? What are you going to do to her?"

"Well, she has to shower, I have to dress her in her gown which takes about forty-five minutes, I have to die and dress her hair, and then do her make-up and nails."

"Woah, your going to die her hair? Why?"

"Her mother hates the color of Hermione's hair. she says it should be either dark or light. Not brown which is an in between color. Her mother hates in between colors for people's hair, and she says Hermione will never get a man with the color of her hair."

"Oh great , just bloody great."

Lizzie starred wide eyed at Harry's language.

"Look, Lizzie, let me go wake Hermione. I'll come and get you when she is awake, just wait here."

Harry opened Hermione's chamber door and slipped inside. He walked over to the bed and saw Hermione sleeping peacefully hugging the pillow. She was smiling which meant that she was having a good dream and not a nightmare. He took of his shirt and shoes and climbed in next to Hermione. As he kissed her shoulders and neck she began to stir and ru her hands along his chest and back. She planted kisses on his chest curled up against him.

She didn't open her eyes yet but Harry knew she was awake. "Hermione."

"Harry, I thought you were going to let me sleep, but I like passing the time making love too."

"Mione, Lizzie is outside and she wants to get started in dressing you and getting you ready for the ball. God I wish we did have time so I could make love to you again, but as I said, we don't."

Hermione sat up ram rode straight and looked at Harry. "My mother wants her to make me presentable right?" Hermione eyes were tearing up. "God damn it Harry, if I'm so bloody beautiful that you claim me to be, then why does my own mother think I need four hours of preparation to meet a damn duke?"

Harry paled. "You have to meet a duke?"

Hermione nodded. "My father wants to share the land that connects Crestfield Manor with Heartstone. As you know our house it called Crestfield, but my father is not nobility. We live next to the Duke and Duchess of Heartstone. They have a son that is two years older than me, Simon Heartstone. It is my father's biggest dream for me to one day be the Duchess of Heartstone. Although it has nothing to with him being proud of a the title that his only daughter will hold. Heartstone is one of the biggest and wealthiest Manors in England. If I become the Duchess I will be given an allowance from my husband and I will in turn give have to give it to my father. Simon is a wonderful man, he's smart and funny, and very handsome, but he is also like a brother to me. I love him, but not in the way that I love you. We love each other as brother and sister not husband and wife. He is in love with a very good friend of mine. Her name is Eve Kendall, the daughter of a baron. Simon's father doesn't approve of a poor baron marrying his son. He would rather he marry for the kind of money that comes with me."

"Money that comes with you? What are you a piece of property?"

Hermione's hollow laugh chilled him to be bone. "To men like my father and the Duke of Heartstone, I'm pretty close. Do you any idea how much my dowry is?"

"They still give out dowries? I thought that ended in the eighteen hundreds?"

"Oh no, my dowries to exists. It's 450,000 pounds."

Harry's mouth dropped open. He just stared at Hermione He quickly shut his mouth and snapped out of his suprised state. "How much is Eve Kendall's dowry?"

"Only 20,000 pounds."

Harry looked at Hermione and said sarcastically, "Oh yes only 20,000 pounds. I can see how the Duke would want to keep all that lovely money in the family."

Before Hermione cold reply Lizzie opened the door and walked in. "Miss Hermione, I must start getting you ready right know, or you won't be ready for the ball. You know what happens when you are late for the balls."

Harry looked at Hermione, then looked at Lizzie, then looked back at Hermione. "What? He hits you for being late to a damn ball? What else does he do, hit you if your dress is on crooked?"

Lizzie looked horrified and then looked scared. "I don't know what you are talking about Mr. Potter, Hermione's father had never laid a finger on her."

"Lizzie, it's all right, Harry knows."

Lizzie looked even more frightened at this revelation. "You mean you told him? Your father will kill you for sure if he finds out!"

"I didn't tell him Lizzie, he saw the bruises, everyone has seen the bruises, just no one puts two and two together correctly. Instead of getting four they get six. Instead of looking to my father they think I'm clumsy and run into every god damn thing."

"How long has this been going on Lizzie and don't lie to me about this or I swear to god I will hurt you."

"Yes please Lizzie tell me when it started because it has been going in since I can remember."

Lizzie took a deep breath, "The first time he hit you was when you were three."

"Jesus Christ," Harry swore under his breath.

"What did I do Lizzie? What did I do that was so bad, that he had to beat a three year old girl?" Hermione was trembling from the inside out. Her knees her shaking and she felt as though she was going to collapse.

"You were in the rose garden and you were all muddy." Lizzie was crying now. "You came in the house to find your mother and tell her you saw a rose open up in front of you. You were so little and innocent and so very excited." Lizzie stopped and sniffed. "You tracked mud all over the house and your parents were giving a soiree that evening. The house had just been cleaned."

Hermione was sobbing. She couldn't believe that her father could do that to his only daughter. She felt physically sick. She ran to the bathroom.

Harry followed and then stopped right outside the door. He turned to Lizzie, "Give me thirty minutes alone with her. She won't calm down having to worry about this damned ball too."

Lizzie shook her head. "I'm sorry but I need to get Hermione ready for the ball. You need to leave. You shouldn't even be in here in the first place. The only man that is allowed in a women's chamber if her husband or lover."

"Lizzie, we both know I'm Hermione's lover. I love her more than life. Her father will have to kill me from stopping me from leaving Hermione."

"You still can not be in her chamber. What if her parents knew. What if a servant found out and they told her mother or god forbid her father?"

"Listen to me Lizzie, I love Hermione, no one is going to take her away from me."

Harry stalked out of the room and went to his. He needed help, he couldn't do this alone.