Under My Umbrella

xXKourtzXx

Rating: R
Genres: Drama, Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 6
Published: 03/06/2007
Last Updated: 03/06/2007
Status: completed

(Inspired by the lyrics of 'Umbrella' by Rihanna.) 7th year Hogwarts. Harry's strained from all of the pressures of the final battle with Voldemort. Hermione, being a good friend tries to find a way to allow him to escape from his troubles. But what happens when she longs for more from him? How does she know that Harry isn't already trying to give her just that? R&R! (P.S. If anyone does not know the song in this ficlet, then you can watch the Music Video here --> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mrTUhkN7RFA )

Chapters

1. Under My Umbrella

1. Under My Umbrella

Hmm, a nice little one-shot I wrote when I heard a song called ‘Umbrella’ by Rihanna. Now, normally, I don’t use R&B lyrics in my posts at all, it’s usually some form of rock... but the lyrics were really nice and my head was bursting with ideas, so I gave it a go!

Anyway, here’s what I came up with!

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Under My Umbrella

You had my heart,

We'll never be worlds apart.

May be in magazines,

But you'll still be my star.

"Has it really been that long?" Harry sighed, running his hand through her chestnut curls. She smiled, a knowing and brilliant smile. It had been such a long time since he'd seen that smile grace those soft lips of hers.

"It's definitely been awhile." Her smile turned into a coy smirk and she leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, tingles dancing out across hers in the process. She mumbled softly, holding back a moan. She knew she was about to enter oblivion and she liked the idea of it. What a great escape it was.

Harry grinned on her lips, the rain hitting the windows of the room, each one steadily harder and louder then the last. He didn't want to speak, for it would ruin the moment. He looked into her beautiful chocolate eyes, dark with a passion that hadn't mirrored through them in what felt like an eternity.

She was the epitome of beauty and Harry wanted to feel every single inch of her with his fingers. He must have done it a million times, already. Yet, it never quite satisfied him, he could never quite get enough. She was his drug. His strawberry-flavoured medicine...

Baby 'cause in the dark,

You can't see shiny cars.

And that's when you need me there

With you I'll always share,

Because...

She knew what he was thinking, as she felt his breath on her neck. She knew that he was scared. She knew he had lost his hope and he was trying desperately to cling onto her, even though he was afraid he would lose her, too, in the end. She was keeping her ground, her balance. She would stay steady, she would be his stability for as long as he needed her to. And she would be damned if she was going to lose him.

He was strong and yet weak at the same time. He was walking the line between being a boy and a man. He had grown, become more mature. He had lost his smile, his playful air. Seventeen years old and he was man, through and through, with the weight of the world on his back; carrying a destiny. And yet, he was still a child, also. He had this scared glint in his eye and this innocent demeanor about him, as if he wouldn't hurt a fly. His eyes were cold, so very cold. But yet, he could still look at her with such intensity and meaning, such love, such passion, such fire and depth. Enough to have her fooled into believing he was okay.

But she knew better. Another kiss, as she tried to take away his pain, his sorrow, his feeling of loss. She tried to carry his burdens on her shoulders, failing miserably.

When the sun shine, we'll shine together,

Told you I'll be here forever.

Said I'll always be your friend,

Took an oath, I'ma stick it out 'til the end.

Now that it's raining more then ever,

Know that we'll still have each other...

The kiss grew passionate; their dance had begun, the rain on the windows their melody. Carefully, she slipped her hands under his uniform shirt, trying to remove it from his back, all the while distracting him with soft kisses against his bare skin.

"I love you." He whispered, as his shirt was dropped onto the floor. He meant it. He meant every word, as he shivered in the dark, a bar of moonlight bathing his face in a bright glow. Her lips left him and she sat away from him slightly, her face hidden in the shadows. He couldn't see the expression that slid its way across it, but he knew her mind was racing.

He had never confessed his love to her, until then. This whole charade had been going on for a few months, now. He knew she probably assumed he wanted a distraction and he was sure she thought this was the best way she could give it to him. He didn't deny her, her chance of feeling useful, but the whole time, his heart burst with love for her and it went unsaid. Each time, he wanted to tell her, but each time he never did. So he made silent declarations instead; in the way he kissed her each time, in the way he touched her, one caress after another. He worshiped every inch of her body and hoped it would be enough.

But this time, he wasn't quite sure it would be. She had given herself to him, body and soul. She had sacrificed herself so that he could escape into another world and leave the drama and pressures this one had, behind.

You can stand under my umbrella,

You can stand under my umbrella. (ella, ella, eh, eh, eh)

Under my umbrella, (ella, ella, eh, eh, eh)

Under my umbrella. (ella, ella, eh, eh, eh)

Under my umbrella. (ella, ella, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh-eh)

"...what?" She asked, her one word reply hung in the air, dancing with their minuscule breaths that escaped their lips in a similar fashion.

Had her prayers really been answered? Did he really love her... or was he trying to make up for the last few months? Did he only feel like he had to love her, because of the offer she had made him?

"Y-you... you don't have to humour me, Harry. D-don't say it, if you don't mean it." She stuttered softly, now consumed by the rain drops beating furiously against the glass. She got up from the bed, gracefully making her way to the window and sitting down by it. She couldn't be too close to him right now, she was worried she'd break down if he wasn't being honest.

He took in a sharp, nervous breath, "Hermione - do you honestly think I'd say something like that and not mean it? Especially to you?" He froze. Was this her way of telling him she didn't return the feelings? Her words felt like a dagger. A very large gash was being driven down the middle of his heart.

"No..." She said uneasily, she returned to the bed, her heart racing. Sitting down beside him, she leaned in, kissing him hesitantly. That was all she knew how to do at that moment. Her words, for once, had failed her.

These fancy things will never come in between,

You're apart of my entity, here for infinity.

When the world has took his part,

When the world has dealt it's card.

If the hand is hard,

Together we'll mend your heart,

Because...

She broke away from the kiss, her eyes staring into his. She was worried. She didn't know what to do. She was worried for his sake and her own. But without warning, he smiled, melting her worries away - for a little while, at least. Leaning into her, as she had done before, he kissed her once again. But there was nothing hesitant about it; nothing rushed. His kiss was deep and meaningful. Filled with so much more then uncertainty.

The kiss took on a new meaning. All Hermione could keep thinking about was the three words he had uttered before... the three words that made all of her efforts to help him escape worth it.

It didn't matter that it was three months late, what mattered was that her attempts weren't in vein.

She gasped in his mouth as she felt his hands slide up her bare stomach, underneath her shirt. His touch was electric, his breath, like fire on her skin. This was where her singing started; her moans filled the sound-proofed room, as his hands began to work magic on her skin, kneading her soft, pert breasts underneath the very cloth that covered them.

Each moan he dragged out of her rang wonderfully in his ears. He smiled, his lips connecting with her creamy-coloured neck, in an attempt to taste every inch of her. His tongue slid out, sliding up her neck, across her cheek and into her ear. Her gasps were reward enough.

When the sun shine, we'll shine together,

Told you I'll be here forever.

Said I'll always be your friend,

Took an oath, I'ma stick it out 'til the end.

Now that it's raining more then ever,

Know that we'll still have each other...

She unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it off of her, giving Harry a better chance to further tease her. Soon after, his lips slowly left her ear, his tongue trailing down cheek, neck and beginning to draw a line down the middle of her chest. It slid onto one of her breasts, as he took her rosy nipple into his mouth, sucking on it gently, hearing her cry out in pleasure. He used his hand to stroke her other breast, rolling and squeezing it carefully.

Harry was drowning. He was drowning in her moans and he didn't know how much more he could take. There was such a level of intensity about the whole situation. Every sensation he felt, every touch, every kiss, every breath and gasp, every sigh and moan was intensified ten-fold, as thoughts began to clash in his mind, his vision going hazy.

He wanted - no, needed her; every part of her. She was his, he claimed her with his lips and fingers.

In a flurry of kissing and skin on skin, their clothes were now a forgotten pile on the floor. All that was left, was the two of them. The sound of the rain now becoming deafening, as their kisses became deeper still, Harry's hands exploring her soft skin.

She would be his, all over again.

You can stand under my umbrella,

You can stand under my umbrella. (ella, ella, eh, eh, eh)

Under my umbrella, (ella, ella, eh, eh, eh)

Under my umbrella. (ella, ella, eh, eh, eh)

Under my umbrella. (ella, ella, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh-eh)

Without warning, her legs wrapped around his waist, as he laid on top of her. Looking deep into his eyes, she felt the tip of his erection at her core. She waited, butterflies bursting in her stomach. She waited for him to bury himself into her again, she longed for the satisfaction of feeling him deep inside of her, of feeling safe in his arms. But this time, she clung onto the thought that it was for more then just the night... it was for eternity, or however long that was to them both.

When he finally thrust into her, she threw her head back, letting a moan escape those pink, puffy lips of hers. He was always such a gentlemen. When he made the first thrust, instead of continuing, he waited. He waited for her to allow him to proceed. A question would always burn in his eyes, one she would always oblige.

And so, he continued. Their dance becoming more complicated and quick-stepped. Hermione would roll her hips into his, trying to keep up with his thrusts, all the while half mumbling, half screaming his name, among other things. Unintelligible words would tumble from her lips, leaving Harry to drown in the sound of her voice, as he thrust deeper and deeper into her each time. He would pull himself out completely, only to be buried within her again.

She felt warm and silky around him and he tried hard to grasp onto any bit of reality he could, with great difficulty. Sweat began to form on his brow, which she wiped off lovingly, pressing a lazy kiss this neck.

You can run into my arms,

It's okay, don't be alarmed.

Come into me,

There's no distance in between,

Our love.

So go on and let the rain pour,

I'll be all you need and more,

Because...

Soon, Harry began to join in her song. Their duet becoming faster in tempo and louder in cresendo, the continuous sound of tiny drops against the window dying in pitch.

Harry wanted to release when he saw the desire etched on her face. Fire burned behind her glassy, chocolate eyes, her voice becoming filled with passion as it raspily continued to call out. Her hands caressed the bed, as if it too was apart of their dance. She clung desperately to the dampened sheets, praying to some God both of them had yet to see.

Finally, Hermione began to fall. She was falling through time and space, falling through the air she breathed. She was falling from a cliff that Harry had pushed her off. Her moans became more frequent, sensations beginning to fill her body, starting with her the tips of her fingers and toes. Slowly, they spread, exploding with each of Harry's movements inside of her body. Her back began to arch, so she clung to him tightly. The room began to spin, so she shut her eyes. Pretty soon, the sensations reached such an intensity, that her legs began to shake as they lay, entangled around his waist.

When the sun shine, we'll shine together,

Told you I'll be here forever.

Said I'll always be your friend,

Took an oath, I'ma stick it out 'til the end.

Now that it's raining more then ever,

Know that we'll still have each other...

Harry gripped onto his edge, not yet wanting to be pushed off. He continued to thrust into her, as he frantically tried to push her over first. Not until he did this, would he let go.

"Harder, Harry. Harder!" She demanded in her raspy voice, her entire body now trembling with the force of her release. She rode one wave of pleasure after another and finally, she clenched tightly around him, the tail-end of her release inevitable.

He thrust into her even harder, as he felt her clench around him deliciously. This was his cue. With a few more dives into her creamy depths, he too, let go. His release crashing into him hard, engulfing him entirely.

Fireworks began to burst behind his eyelids, as his heels dug into the cushioned mattress. His body grew limp and so, he fell on top of her gently, both of them panting noisily. Harry pressed a soft, tender kiss to her neck, rolling over to lay beside her, their bodies spent.

Hermione smiled a genuine smile. But her eyes were soon clouded with doubt. She didn't quite know if she believed his words, come to think of it. She was so caught up in the moment, but now, there was nothing left but fear and worry. Reality came crashing into her as she sat up in the bed, Harry's eyes pointed toward the ceiling, he was trapped in daze.

You can stand under my umbrella,

You can stand under my umbrella. (ella, ella, eh, eh, eh)

Under my umbrella, (ella, ella, eh, eh, eh)

Under my umbrella. (ella, ella, eh, eh, eh)

Under my umbrella. (ella, ella, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh-eh)

Thinking quickly, she stood up and began to search the dark room for her clothes, wondering if forever was just a word and declarations were for those who wanted something in return for their troubles. Finding her skirt, she slipped it on, not even bothering to put anything underneath it. After, she found her blouse, school jumper and socks. She began blindly putting them on her body, as Harry now sat up, watching her disbelievingly.

"What are you doing?" He whispered into the night, frozen as he waited for a reply.

"Going back to my dorm." Her answer was also in a whisper. She was glad that she knew the password to get out of his Head Boy quarters, otherwise she would've been stuck there for the night, battling with her guilt and despair.

"Why?" Harry grabbed at answers fruitlessly, knowing she wouldn't give them to him.

"Because it's late." She continued, placing one shoe on as her eyes scanned the floor for the other. A part of her heart was breaking spectacularly. A lone tear rolled down her cheek, dying on her lips. She should have never believed an aroused boy's words, no matter how much she wanted to. Declarations of love meant nothing, unless proven.

It's raining (raining)

Oh baby it's raining (raining)

Baby come into me

Come into me

She shook her head, standing up from the bed and picking up her other shoe. She jammed her foot into it roughly, no time for being precise. She quickly slid her hand over her cheek, wiping away the tear.

Harry got out of the bed also, picking up his shorts and pulling them on. He walked over to her, as she made her way towards the door. He stopped her dead in her tracks, grabbing her chin gently, forcing her to look up at him carefully.

"Don't leave, Hermione. Stay with me, until the morning." He asked, a pleading note in his voice, as desperation etched itself across his face.

He had never said that to her before, it made her stomach flutter pleasently. Was this still just a ploy?

Now Hermione was the one to wonder, "Why?" She asked, her eyes searching for something in his, that was becoming less and less hidden.

"Because I want you to. It'd be wrong to send you out at this time of night. To be honest, I don't know why I ever did it before..." His words were music to her ears, but she still wasn't convinced.

"What am I to you, Harry? Means of escape?" She spoke, her question more blunt then she wanted it to be.

"No, Hermione. Never. The way you explained it to me when we first started this always seemed cruel. I never once considered you as just an escape. Hermione, stay with me, please?" His pleading note dragged on, his face painted with sincerity.

It's raining (raining)

Oh baby it's raining (raining)

She looked down at her shoes, her mind racing. Smiling, she didn't say a word, as she dug the toe of one shoe into the heel of the other, pushing it off of her foot. She looked back up at Harry, who returned her smile.

Carefully, he sat her down on the bed and began to undress her himself, discarding her clothes carelessly in a pile on the floor, much like the first one.

When she was completely de-robed, he pushed back the covers on his bed, gesturing for her to lie down. He positioned himself next to her, pulling the covers back over them, as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead. Closing his eyes, he listened to her soft, rhythmic breathing lulling him off to sleep, until her heard her voice.

"Harry?" She whispered, looking out at the window. She watched the rain drops roll down the glass and she smiled.

"Yes?" He replied into her ear, his chin resting near her shoulder.

"I love you." Her voice was soft and sincere.

This made him grin, "I love you, too, Hermione."

She continued, "And don't worry, Harry. When the rain falls, you can always stand under my umbrella..."

You can always come into me...

(Umbrella - Rihanna From 'Good Girl, Gone Bad')

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A/N - *Laughs* This probably isn’t the greatest, but whatever.. It’s fluff, I figured I could use it and maybe some of you could, too.

So, enjoy! Read and reply, please. I don’t write smut often, but when I do, I really like input!

-Kourtz

P.S. I was bored and made a sig pic based on the song... here’s the link if anyone wants to have a look at it!

http://img404.imageshack.us/img404/3799/umbrellaqa6.jpg