To Love You At Last

hphglover

Rating: R
Genres: Drama, Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 6
Published: 04/06/2007
Last Updated: 08/06/2007
Status: completed

A year has passed since Ron and Hermione broke up. Since that time, she has been away from all her friends. Unwilling to let more time pass without answers, Harry finally confronts her. What he discovers will change their relationship forever.

Chapters

1. Questions of the Past

2. Answers

3. True Feelings Come Out

4. Confronting Ron

5. The Truth Comes Out

6. The Apologies

7. Blossoming Love

8. To Love You At Last

9. Let The World Know

10. Epilogue

1. Questions of the Past

QUESTIONS OF THE PAST

Hermione walked down the sidewalk of Diagon Alley and stopped for a minute to look at the new brooms on display at the store window. Harry would love the new brooms, she was sure of it! Too bad she couldn't just call to tell him about it. They hadn't spoken in a year. She sighed deeply and her eyes filled with unexpected tears. She put her hand against the cool glass as a tear rolled silently down her cheek.

Today was the anniversary of her break-up with Ron. Ever since that day, she had not really seen any of their friends. They all blamed her for Ron's suffering. They only had his side of the story and she had never bothered to correct them, even if that meant losing everyone that was important to her. Especially Harry. If they did not know her by now, what was the point of setting them straight?

She was still so angry with Ron. She had missed an entire year of her friend's lives. They had moved on like nothing had happened and she had moved on alone. Being one of the top and most sought after healers at St. Mungos kept her pretty busy. The rest of the time she spent on the book she was writing or visiting her parents. The only person that had stayed in contact with her was Neville, and no one knew about that. Neville had gotten so good at Herbology that he had eventually opened his own store and was very successful. He helped Hermione on the side finding rare plants for her potions. He was also dating Ginny, and if she found out about their work relationship, there would be hell to pay.

The only other person she saw on a regular basis was professor McGonagall. Since she had helped Hermione so much through out the years, they had formed a friendship based on mutual respect and trust. She was the only person that knew what had happened, since Hermione had shown up at Hogwarts after the break-up. Minerva McGonagall had been the headmistress at the school since the passing of Professor Dumbledore. Hermione had spent the night in her private quarters and, over cups of tea spiked with fire whiskey, she had told her former teacher and mentor what had happened. She had stayed with Minerva for several weeks until she had found a flat close to St. Mungos and had moved out on her own for the first time in her life.

And so Hermione moved on, day after day, and tried not to think about how lonely she was. If she was honest with herself, she would admit that she missed Harry the most. Ron had been away a lot due to his quiddish games, and Harry had kept her company during that time. They had all shared a flat until the breakup.

Harry was now one of the most decorated Aurors of all time. After the war, there had been a time when she feared he would not recover completely. He had been badly hurt and had been in St. Mungos for over six months recovering from his many injuries. Her injuries had been vast, as well as Ron's, but they had been out much sooner. Harry's injuries had mostly come from Voldemort and his recovery had been hampered by a magic so dark, there had been no potions available at the time to contra rest them.

And so her quest to become a healer had begun. She was not called the smartest witch of her time for nothing. She had stayed by Harry's side the entire time. She had watched in vain as the healers tried potion after potion to cure him and nothing much changed. It was then that she'd decided to become more involved and started making potions herself, giving them to Harry when no one was around. Neville helped a great deal, and little by little Harry started to improve to the surprise of his team of healers.

Professor McGonagall had found out that Hermione had been the one behind Harry's improvement and had smoothened the path for Hermione to begin her studies to become a healer. She had helped Neville continue his Herbology studies as well.

What hurt the most was that Harry had chosen to believe Ron's side of the story about the break-up and had turned his back on her. She took a handkerchief out of her bag and dabbed at the corner of her eyes. She took a deep breath and walked away from the window and the memories of the past. It would do her no good to keep remembering things that still hurt her so deeply. Maybe it was time she took a vacation and went away for a few days.

Across the street, Harry stood behind a tree and watched Hermione walk away. His heart had skipped a beat when he had seen her, as it always did. She had seemed so sad, and by the look of things, she had been crying while she looked at the brooms on display. Hermione hated flying as Harry well knew, which only meant that she had been thinking about Ron and himself and that was probably the cause of her tears.

He couldn't believe that it had already been a year since he had last spoken to her. And as far as he knew, she hadn't kept in touch with any of their friends since the breakup. Ron got sourly and touchy when she was mentioned. Ginny bristled. Luna, who was now dating Ron, didn't say much. And Neville didn't even mention her, since he knew it would irritate Ginny. As for himself, he had no idea why he had let so much time go by without trying to find her to make things right.

They had all been through so much together since they had met some twelve years ago that now it seemed silly to him that so much time had passed and no one had been able to reach out to her. Everyone had taken Ron's side and she had stepped back and had not defended herself once. She had said her dignity was above all. So they only had Ron's side of the story, and if Harry was totally honest with himself, it didn't make much sense.

All they knew about the breakup was that Hermione had gone to surprise Ron while he was playing a game against the Bulgarian team. She had come back with her eyes swollen from crying and a sadness that everyone had been able to see. She didn't come out of her room for two days and Harry had heard her crying on several occasions. It had broken his heart just to hear her, especially at night when she thought no one would hear her. But the locking charms she had put on her door had been unbreakable and they had all tried in vain to get her to open the door. Then Harry had come home to see she had packed her bags and was going to move out. He tried to question her then, but she had moved out without a word of explanation to anyone.

Since Viktor Krum was still playing for the Bulgarian team, they had all assumed something had happened between Hermione and Viktor and Ron had found out. They had questioned Ron about it when he had come back a few days later and learned that she had left. He had acted strange, but went along with the story. He had never given any details and no one had asked. Since Hermione had moved out, they had all assumed Ron was telling the truth.

It was not the first time they had broken up, but Ron always managed to convince her to take him back. However, this time had been different, Hermione had never moved out before. Their relationship hadn't lasted more than two years and most of that time they had spent fighting over everything or Ron had been away. Everyone had been surprised that they had lasted so long. Harry had never understood how they could be together and fight so much. When Ron was away playing, there was no fighting in the house. They could sit in the living room or the library for hours just talking, reading and helping each other out with their work cases. But the minute Ron walked in the door, it turned into total chaos. Those times, Harry would go into his room or out, since he got tired of hearing them bicker.

“Why don't you go after her?” a familiar voice said behind him. He turned around startled by the voice since he hadn't heard her approaching.

“Professor McGonagall,” he said. “What a surprise to see you here.”

“I needed some things from Diagon Alley and took a break from the school. Once in a while I like to step out to clear my thoughts.” She looked down the street and noticed that Hermione was getting farther away from them. She looked at Harry again. “Why not go after her?”

“Who are you talking about, professor?” he asked trying to play innocent.

“You know good and well who, Harry. I cannot believe that a friendship that endured so much and came out strong at the end of that horrible war can now be broken apart by something no one is even sure of.”

Harry looked at her curiously. “What do you mean by that?”

“Have you ever bothered to ask Hermione her side of the story?”

“I tried, but she wouldn't say a word, professor. She just left and we all assumed that Ron was telling the truth,” he finished and lowered his eyes from her penetrating ones. Even as he said it, it sounded lame.

She shook her head sadly. “You all just assumed she was the one at fault because she left? No one ever wondered why she was so different and distraught when she came back? If something really happened between her and Viktor, how come you've never seem them together since that time?” she asked fiercely. “Potter, you surprise me. After so many years of friendship, after enduring so much pain and horror, you're willing to let things go without knowing the full truth.”

Harry looked down the street and noticed Hermione was now seated at a café having a cup of tea. He was wondering, and not for the first time, if there was more to the story after all. He knew how close Hermione and the professor had been for years. From what she was saying now, she knew more about the breakup than anyone else. “Do you know something we don't?” he asked her.

“It's not my place to say.” When she noticed the frown on his face she decided to continue. “But I will say this, Potter; no one should be blamed without being given a chance to defend themselves first. She was as loyal a friend as you'll ever find. Even when she didn't agree with your ideas, she went along with you. Not once did she turn her back on you. Why don't you think about that for a change?” she said briskly. She was glad to see the shocked look on his face. Good, she thought, maybe I'm getting through his thick skull after all.

He had the decency of looking embarrassed. “You're right professor. I think I've made one of the worst mistakes of my life,” he finished sadly.

“I would have to agree with you there. But the best thing about some mistakes is that you get to correct them. Good day to you, Mr. Potter,” she said and walked away. He didn't see the smile that illuminated her face.

Harry stayed where he was for a minute longer and thought about what professor McGonagall had said. There was something he didn't know and he was about to find out. He started walking down the street heading in Hermione's direction. She would not be able to spot him, since her back was to him. It was time to confront the past once and for all. He had missed her dearly over the past year and was not willing to let more time go by without at least trying to hear her side of the story.

As he approached, Harry felt his nerves falter. He took a deep breath as he stood by her. She still hadn't noticed him.

“Hello, Mione,” he said softly.

She was so startled to hear his voice that she choked on the sip of tea she had just taken. She put the cup down and started coughing madly. Harry immediately patted her on the back until she stopped. Then he just stood there looking at her.

“Harry,” she said, her voice a little rough by all of her coughing.

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2. Answers

A/N - All characters belong to the wonderful JK Rowling. I just borrowed them for a bit to play with them. I promise to put them back soon!

ANSWERS

“Can I sit down?” he asked once she had recovered.

Hermione looked at him, trying to decide if it was a good idea. But before she could answer him, he pulled the chair back and sat by her side. A waiter came out immediately and asked if he wanted something. He ordered the same thing she was having.

Harry looked at her and noticed she looked sad and tired. Her eyes didn't shine with happiness as they usually did. And she had lost some weight as well. She looked down at her cup and didn't say anything. The waiter came out with the tea and some scones.

“Thank you,” Harry said looking at him.

“Let me know if you need anything else, sir.”

Since Hermione's cup was almost empty, he served her some more. The he added a bit of cream and a clump of sugar. She was surprised.

“You remember.” It wasn't a question.

“I remember everything about you, Mione,” he said softly.

She didn't say anything. She wasn't sure why all of a sudden he was there, acting as if nothing had happened for the past year. She took a sip of tea to buy time and waited for him to speak.

“I've just recently noticed I've acted like a daft prick and I want to apologize.”

She was startled by his words. Of all the things he could have said, that hadn't even occurred to her. “I'm afraid I don't follow you.”

“Yes, you do, Hermione. And it's not just me, but all of us. We all stopped talking to you because of something someone said and none of us ever bother to hear your side of the story. And for that, I'm truly very sorry, Mione. And I hope that some day you can forgive me.”

Hermione wasn't prepared for the apology. But even worse, she wasn't moved by it. It was too little, too late. “It's in the past now, Harry,” she said dryly. “Why bring it up again? If it wasn't important then, it shouldn't matter now either.”

She was looking everywhere but at him, and that worried Harry. He could tell by her tone that she was upset, and he shouldn't be surprised at her cold reaction. But he had to try to make her understand. Sure, just like you understood her a year ago, said a little voice inside his head. He decided to ignore that voice.

“Hermione,” he began, but she cut him off.

“Harry, don't bother, okay? It's over and done with. Everyone took sides and I was left alone, I was the enemy from that point on. I've moved on. I guess you should try to do the same.”

She stood up and grabbed her bag. But before she was able to walk away, Harry grabbed her by the arm. “No. I won't let you walk away without hearing your side of the story. I was stupid to let it go once, but not again.”

She shook her arm free and started walking away. Since they were starting to generate the interest of passersby's he threw a galleon on the table and followed her at a distance. Their conversation was far from over.

Hermione walked briskly down the street and she was fuming mad. It seemed funny how after so much time he finally wanted to know the truth. She wasn't prepared to talk to him. He did try to talk to you, but you shut him and the others out, a voice inside her mind reminded her. She ignored the voice of her conscience since she knew it was right. At the time, she hadn't been able to talk to anyone. And she hadn't expected that everyone would stay away like they had. She had figured at least Harry would look for her later but she had been wrong.

She was so lost in thought that she reached her flat without realizing it. She opened the door and stepped inside, but before she could close the door, Harry put his foot between the door and the frame.

“Harry,” she said startled once more by his presence.

He took advantage of the situation and walked into her flat before she realized what had happened. “We need to talk,” he said seriously as he closed the door and locked it.

“I told you there is nothing to talk about,” she said, hands on her hips.

“I'd have to disagree,” he contradicted her stubbornly.

“Then you have a problem. Please leave,” she said pointing at the door.

Instead of leaving, he walked into the living room and sat down. Out of nowhere, Crookshanks came running and jumped on Harry's lap. “Hi there!” he said petting the cat. “Did you miss me?” he asked Crookshanks and the cat purred his answer.

Traitor, Hermione thought as she looked at her pet. For a cat of his age he still moved with amazing agility. Crookshanks looked at her with what seemed like a contented smile on his flat face.

“Well, at least you missed me, Crookshanks. Your mistress doesn't even want to give me the time of day.”

Crookshanks looked at Harry as if he understood and then he looked at Hermione. She could have sworn there was a frown on his face. Great, that's all she needed. Now her cat hated her too. She wanted to scream in frustration.

“Harry, I'm asking you nicely to leave. Don't make me hurt you,” she said seriously.

“You'd never hurt me, Mione. You're incapable of inflicting pain. You're a healer; and hurting people is not in your nature,” Harry said smiling and sounding pretty sure of himself.

“I wouldn't be so sure if I was you,” she said without feeling.

Harry finally looked at her again and noticed how tense she was. “Hermione, all I want is to know your side of the story.” He raised his hand when she was about to speak. “Hear me out. I already told you I was a daft prick. I realize I made a huge mistake not talking to you right away, or later on for that matter. But I want to rectify that now.”

When she didn't say anything, he put Crookshanks on the cushion and walked over to where she was. He put his hands around her arms and looked down into her eyes. “I need to know what happened and I need you to forgive me for shutting you out for so long.”

Hermione could hardly stand to look at him. She recognized the sincerity shining in his eyes; hear it in the tone of his voice. And if he didn't let go of her soon, she would surely melt at his feet.

She was startled by her thoughts. Since when had she been so affected by Harry's proximity? She was beginning to shake from head to toe. When she was about to step back, he noticed and hugged her against his hard body.

“I'm not letting you go that easily, Mione. I already told you that. We can stand here all night if you want, but I'm not letting you go until you tell me the truth.”

Hermione's eyes filled up with tears once again and she leaned fully into Harry's warmth. Oh, but she had missed his hugs. “Why are you doing this to me now, Harry?” Her words were muffled against his chest.

“Because now seems like the right time. Because too much time has gone by. Because I am tired of not seeing you. I'm tired of not talking to you. And I don't want to miss you anymore,” he answered her with feeling. He stepped back so he could look into her eyes. He raised a hand and cupped her cheek. “I need you back in my life, Mione.”

His sincerity was her undoing. “Nothing happened between me and Viktor, Harry, as Ron had you all believing.” Her words left her mouth in a rush before she could stop them.

Harry had suspected as much for months. And every time he had asked Ron, his answer had been forced and he would get mad that Harry was asking again. He took Hermione's hand and walked over to the sofa with her. They sat close together and Hermione leaned her head back against the sofa and closed her eyes. Harry reached out his hand and captured a tear as it rolled down from the corner of her eye.

“Don't cry, baby,” he said softly and she opened her eyes to look at him. He'd never called her that before.

“Harry, why are you bringing this up now after so much time has passed us by?” she asked softly.

“Because I have suspected for a long time that Ron's side of the story wasn't completely true. And that photo that appeared on the paper could very well be just a hug between old friends; especially since the article was written by Rita and she loves to exaggerate. She probably got a kick out of hurting you for ruining her career in the first place.”

“But why now, Harry, after so much time has passed us by?” she insisted.

“I don't have a good answer for that, Mione. Time flies, I've been extremely busy, I've been out of the country a lot. I can give you a ton of excuses, but mainly I'm just tired of not being close to you. I'm tired of wanting to see you when I get home and not being able to because your not there. I'm tired of wanting to talk to you, of picking your brain about an important case I'm working on and realizing I can't. I miss the stories you used to tell me about your patients, I miss seeing how you bite your bottom lip when you are concentrating hard on something. I miss you, Hermione, like I've never missed anyone before.” He stopped talking at her startled look. Then he realized something else and his world stopped.

He was crazy in love with his best friend!

Shit!

Now what?!

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3. True Feelings Come Out

A/N - All characters belong to the wonderful JK Rowling. I just borrowed them for a bit to play with them. I promise to put them back soon!

TRUE FEELINGS COME OUT

Hermione sat still, watching him, and not believing what he had just said. Believing it would mean having to face that she felt exactly the same way and that simply would not do.

“Harry, you don't have to say all of those things. I'll tell you the truth,” she said, trying to keep her voice from betraying her true feelings.

“I need you to know those things because they are true.” He lifted his hand and put his finger against her lips. “We won't talk about that right now. But I need to hear your side of things.”

Hermione nodded in agreement and he took his fingers of her mouth. A mouth that looked so inviting, as it parted, that it took all of his willpower no to lean in and kiss her!

Noticing the path his thoughts were going, he decided to get up from the sofa and pace the length of her living room. He looked around and noticed for the first time how nice and inviting her apartment was. It definitely showed how well she was doing, since her furniture was of very high quality, but it was also warm and inviting. He noticed the fireplace in a corner of the room.

“Do you mind?” he asked her pointing at the fireplace. The evening had gotten chilly.

“No, go ahead.” She also stood up. “Harry, do you mind if I take a shower first? I'd like to get out of this hospital clothes and into something more comfortable.”

“Sure, I'll be waiting here.”

“There's wine in the kitchen, if you'd like some. Mom and Dad sent me some bottles from their last trip to France. And there should be some food in the fridge as well.”

“I'll make something quick while you shower.”

Hermione nodded and walked in the direction of her room. Harry pointed his wand at the fireplace and without saying a single word, the fire started.

Hermione walked into her room and closed the door behind her. She leaned against it for support and closed her eyes, trying to calm her beating heart. Why was this happening now? She wondered with despair. After all this time, the truth was about to come out and she was a nervous wreck. Would Harry believe her when she told him her side of the story? Would he be able to confront Ron and the others if he believed her? There were so many thoughts running rampant through her mind that she decided to stop and take a quick shower instead.

After stepping out of the shower some twenty minutes later, she felt a bit better. She had stood under the spray of the hot water for a while letting the steam and the heat calm her frayed nerves. After dressing in jeans and a soft t-shirt, she walked barefoot out of her room, ready for their talk.

Harry wasn't in the living room when she came out. She walked towards the kitchen and found him putting the finishing touches to what looked like dinner.

“I hope you don't mind. You had all the ingredients available so I made some pasta and a salad. There's also bread ready to come out of the oven. I also opened a bottle of wine to let it breath and it should be ready by now.” Harry stopped when she raised an eyebrow. He was rambling like a fool and she had noticed.

“It's fine. Don't worry about it. I'll set the table for two while you take care of the bread, okay?”

“Sure, fine.”

Hermione turned around and smiled. He was nervous! That thought made her finally relax knowing she wasn't the only one feeling that way. She walked over to the curio that matched her dining room set and started taking out china for two. She set the table for both of them and realized that it was the first time she was going to use the dishes her parents had given her when she had bought her flat as a housewarming gift.

As she set the table, Harry stopped what he was doing to watch her. She looked sexy! The thought just popped into his head unannounced and he had to admit it was true. Her jeans hugged her bottom like a glove, and the little t-shirt she had on outlined her breast perfectly. She had her toenails painted a bright red and that made her look hot as hell. She had never been able to let of her muggle upbringing and it suited her just fine.

Hermione happen to look up as she finished the table and caught Harry looking at her. Was that lust she saw in his eyes before he nervously turned around? Before her own thoughts could take flight, she walked towards him and grabbed the salad bowl from the counter and set it on the table. After he had the bread cut and arranged in a tray, she carried that to the table and he brought the pasta.

He insisted on serving her both the dinner and the wine. Then he sat down. She then served him. He smiled at her.

“I've missed this.”

“What do you mean?” she asked curiously.

“This. Us. Having dinner together.”

“Oh.”

“Does that surprise you, Mione?”

She looked at him and smiled a little. “No, I guess it doesn't. I'll be honest and admit I've missed it as well.”

He smiled at her comment. “I hope you like it. I'm sure it's not as good as yours, but I've been learning my way around a kitchen. Ever since you left…” he let his words trail off and took a sip of wine.

“It wasn't planned, Harry. It just happened.”

“I know, and I'm sorry I said that. Why don't we enjoy dinner, the company, and after we're done, we can talk?”

“That sounds like a good idea. I want to know what you've been up to for the last year.”

They talked and ate. When they finished dinner, they put the plates on the sink and sat back on the table to finish their second bottle of wine. After a good two hours had gone by they moved into the living room once again. The wine had done its job and they were feeling mellow.

Harry noticed the fire was getting low and added more wood. The only illumination came from the fire and Harry couldn't help but notice how romantic the mood seemed. Hermione sat on the couch resting her back against the arm rest and tucked one of her legs under her.

Harry sat next to her, perhaps too close, but she didn't shy away. “Do you want to talk now, or would you rather I go and we leave it for next time?” he asked softly.

Hermione wasn't sure what she was most grateful for: his suggestion to leave their conversation for later or the fact that there would be a next time. She smiled a little. “I guess we should talk now and get it over with. Then we can move on. At least, I hope we can move on,” she finished softly.

“Don't doubt for even a minute that what you say will keep me away from you.” He took her hand in his and squeezed reassuringly. “We've wasted too much time already and I'm not willing to do that ever again.”

“Thank you, Harry. I was hoping you'd say that.” She took a deep breath. “What do you want to know?”

“I want to hear your side of things. From the time you left to the time you came back. I need to know all of it.”

“What did Ron tell you?”

“It doesn't matter. This isn't about Ron, it's about you.”

“Okay. As you know, he was away and getting ready to play against Viktor's team. I figured it would be nice to be there for him so he would put to rest once and for all his doubts about my previous relationship with Viktor. You know Ron was never big on self-esteem.”

“You didn't tell him you were coming, right?”

“Right. I wanted to surprise him. When I got to the hotel he was staying at, I ran into Viktor it the lobby. His team was also staying there. I was really happy to see him and we hugged. Then I wished him luck and went to the front desk.”

“And some photographer who happened to be there took the picture and Rita wrote a story to go with it.” Harry concluded shaking his head.

“Exactly. Neither of us noticed the picture being taken and it wasn't until I was back that I found out about it. My favorite part was the damn title: The Golden Trio Now A Duo?”

“I remember that. So nothing ever happened with Viktor,” Harry said.

Hermione noticed it wasn't a question, but a statement. He believed her! “I didn't spend more than five minutes in his company, Harry. He was in a hurry because he was meeting his girlfriend for dinner.”

Harry noticed that Hermione was starting into the fire, as if remembering that night. “What happened next?” he asked softly as he moved closer to her.

She didn't turn to look at him, and he had to move his head closer to her to hear her, since she was speaking so softly. “I got his room number and asked the girl to send a bottle of champagne to his room. I waited for about fifteen minutes and decided to go up to surprise him. As I walked down the hall, I saw the bellboy ahead of me, knocking on the door. I walked faster, to ask him to give me the bottle, but as I was reaching him, the door opened and I heard some girl giggle in delight.”

“WHAT?” Harry asked surprised. “What do you mean some girl answered the door? Did you have the right room?”

Hermione took another deep breath and finally turned to look at Harry. “At first I thought he had knocked on the wrong door, but then I heard her call Ron to tell him they had received the champagne. There was no doubt then. By the time I reached the door, Ron was walking out of the bathroom with a towel around his hips. He looked confused, but delighted. The girl threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. He responded with gusto. That's when I took the bottle from the bellboy, threw it with all my strength against the wall, and all hell broke lose. I don't want to go into more details,” she finished softly.

Harry was looking at her with a mixture of admiration and anger all mixed in. “How could he? I'm going to kill him!”

“No, Harry.” She grabbed him as he made an attempt to get up from the couch. “If I'm telling you this now it's because you asked me and not to create problems between the two of you.”

Harry sat back down and took her face in his hands. “I'm sorry. I'm sorry for not asking before, for turning my back on you, and for believing Ron without questions.”

“Its okay, Harry. It's all in the past now.”

“No. No it isn't, Hermione. And you shouldn't act like its okay that we all turned our backs on you and moved on like nothing big had happened. I have missed you like crazy. I've needed you at my side. And I can't help the guilt that I feel knowing what a fool I was. I need you to forgive me, Mione,” he finished pleadingly.

Hermione looked at him and saw in his eyes how truly sorry he was. “I forgive you, Harry, but please don't ever hurt me like that again.”

“I promise you I won't. From here on out no one will ever make me doubt you again. After all you have done for me over the years, I should've known better.”

Without her realizing what he was about to do, he pulled her over to him and enveloped her in a huge hug. Somehow she ended up straddling his lap. She buried her head in the crook of his shoulder and they sat there for several minutes in silence.

After a while, she leaned back and looked at him. “I'm glad I told you.”

He smiled at her. “And I'm glad to be a part of your life again, Mione. I hope we can see each other more often now. Like before, when we helped each other out with work situations.”

“Just for that?” she asked shyly, and then blushed when she noticed what she had just asked.

Harry looked at her, his heart skipping a beat. Did she mean what he thought she meant? “No, not just for that. I miss your cooking as well,” he finished smiling.

She tried to swat him on the shoulder, but his reflexes were as fast as ever. He caught her hand in his and pulled her closer to him. She was startled at first, but then his lips were on hers and her brain shut down completely for the first time in her life.

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4. Confronting Ron

A/N - All characters belong to the wonderful JK Rowling. I just borrowed them for a bit to play with them. I promise to put them back soon!

Also, thank you so much for the wonderful reviews!! It really makes me happy and proud that you like my story. As I said before, this is my first fan fiction and I wasn't sure what to expect from the faithful readers of Portkey. The story is pretty much finished, but I'm fine tuning the rest of the chapters. I will try to post as fast as I can. Once again, thank so much!!

CONFRONTING RON

The kiss went on for a while before Hermione finally managed to pull back. She stared at Harry with wide eyes, her lips still moist from their passionate kiss. Harry stared right back, panting and a bit flushed.

“Why did you do that?” she asked softly, still unable to believe he had kissed her so fervently and that she had responded with such abandon.

“Because I wanted to,” he answered honestly.

His words surprised her. “Harry, I don't know what to say.”

“You don't have to say anything. You kissed me back and that's all that matters to me.” He put his hand behind her neck and pulled her head back down to his once more. Before she could issue any protest, as she was bound to do, he kissed her again.

This time she did not stop him. Their kisses grew longer and more passionate. She had her hands tangled in his hair and his hands were caressing her back slowly. He brought his hands up her sides and his fingers brushed the sides of her breasts. Hermione moaned into his mouth and his pulse quickened even more.

Hermione could not believe this was happening between them, but continued kissing him as if her life depended on it. She finally pulled back for air and leaned her forehead against his. This time, both were breathing hard. She sat more fully on his lap and gasped when she felt his erection pushing against her. His eyes were full of lust and his hands tightened against her waist.

“Feel what you do to me, Mione,” he whispered.

“Harry, I…” her words trailed off and since she did not know what to say, she did the next best thing and lowered her lips to his again. He groaned and managed to twist them around so that she was laying on the couch with him on top. He pushed her legs apart with his knee and settled between them.

Their kisses were growing in intensity. He pushed her shirt up a bit and caressed her exposed skin softly. She felt like his fingers were scorching her skin wherever they touched. He finally brought his hand between their bodies and cupped her breast softly.

Hermione was lost in a sea of sensation. She could not believe that she was doing this with Harry. It had never been this intense with Ron or Viktor. What really surprised her was the fact that with Harry things were just warming up! She could not even imagine what making love with him would be like, but if his kisses were an indication, she was in for the ride of her life!

She buried her hands under his t-shirt and started running her fingers softly over his back. She could feel his muscles tense and release and it gave her power. She then ran her nails softly down his spine and he stopped kissing. He buried his face in her neck and kissed her there, running his tongue over her sensitive skin until her entire body was covered in goose bumps.

“Mione,” he managed to gasp when she ran her nails down his back again. “You're driving me crazy.”

“You started it,” she whispered back.

He lifted his head and looked into her eyes. “I think we better stop.”

Hermione was surprised, but she knew he was right. “Okay.”

“I don't want to stop, but I didn't come here for this. It wouldn't be fair to you”

She nodded in understanding. He was right. If something was to happen, it might ruin their newfound bond. “If you really want to stop, then you better get off me or I might be tempted to continue!” she joked to ease the tension in the room.

Harry had the decency to look embarrassed. He got up slowly and took her hand to help her up from the couch.

“I think I better leave while I can still walk.”

“I would suggest a cold shower when you get home,” she said smiling as she looked at the obvious bulge in the front of his jeans. She could not help but think it was a pretty impressive bulge!

“That's not very nice, Mione. Especially when it's all your fault I'm feeling like this.” He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her against him one more time. He lowered his head and kissed her. She could feel his hardness against her and moved closer to him. Feeling bolder than she ever had, she moved her hand lower and cupped him, squeezing softly. He stopped the kiss and groaned as he pulled her hand away.

“You're driving me crazy, baby.”

“I couldn't resist. I'm sorry!”

“I really have to go, Mione, or we will end up in bed and now is not the right time.”

“Why?” she asked tilting her head to the side.

Had she really asked that? He could not believe she was being so casual about the whole thing when he was feeling like his world was spinning off its axle.

“When it happens, and believe me it will, I want us to be together as more than friends. But until then, we have to wait.”

“You want us to be more than friends?” she asked surprised by the news.

He smiled at her. “Yes, I do. But there are some things I need to take care of before that happens.”

“Like what?” she asked curiously.

“You'll know soon enough. But for now, I'm leaving. I'll come by tomorrow if that's okay with you.”

“Tomorrow is fine. I'll make sure to cook one of your favorite meals.”

“I would love that, Mione!”

They walked over to the door and he kissed her again before he opened the door to leave. “I'll see you soon, baby.”

“Bye, Harry, sleep well.”

“Thanks. You do the same.”

He stepped out of her flat and closed the door behind him. He apparated to his own flat and went directly to his room. He stood in the middle of the room and his hand went to his erection. He pressed his fingers against it, trying to control the ache he felt by having left her when all he had wanted was to make love to her.

He still could not believe what had happened between them. Not even in his wildest dreams could he have expected the present turn of events. Now that he knew he was in love with her, he did not want to be so far from her. He wanted to talk to her, see if she felt the same way he did. He finally understood why he had always felt so close to her and why he liked to spend time by her side.

He had probably been in love with her for years but was just now realizing it. He felt happier than he had in a long time and it was all thanks to her. He smiled as he started undressing to take a shower. A cold one, as she had suggested, the imp! If he was lucky, he would not have to take many of those!

Across town, Hermione walked into her room and sat on the bed. She was still in a bit of shock about what had happened between her and Harry. She had not seen that one coming! She had acted all cool and collected when in reality her insides had turned to mush the minute he had kissed her.

And what a kisser he was! She never would have thought that he would be so gentle and passionate at the same time. She was not sure what to think about his parting words. Did he want to have a relationship with her? Did he love her? Her heart beat faster just thinking about it. She realized that she was not immune to his charms and had enjoyed every moment of it. Did that mean she loved him?

They had been such good friends for years that it was entirely possible that she had fallen in love with him without noticing. Maybe that was the reason she preferred his company to Ron's. With Harry, she had never really argued, and the times they had, there had been a good reason for it. They had argued more in school than anywhere else, and after the war, she could not really remember a big argument between them. With Ron, she had argued from day one. They did not have much in common and yet she had been with him for a little more than a year.

She realized now that she had never been in love with Ron and that her pride had been more hurt than her heart when they had broken up. Harry was right; there had been no real reason for her to stay away from her friends for so long. Maybe it was time to face facts and confront Ron face to face. It was not fair that he still had all of their friends around him when he had been the one at fault.

She had missed a year of their lives and she was not willing to do that anymore. She was not sure where to start, and she had to do things carefully. As mad as she had been at Ron, she did not want the others to stop talking to him at all. All she wanted was for the truth to come out and to have her friends back in her life. She had made a mistake shutting everyone out as she had, and by leaving without an explanation, she had left the doors wide open for speculation.

She put on her pajamas and got into bed. Crookshanks lay at her feet purring contently. She fell asleep with a smile on her face.

Harry walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water before going to bed. As he was drinking the water, Ron walked in, hair mussed and wearing only his pajama bottoms. Harry guessed Luna was in his room. Well, how nice for him! Harry thought mockingly.

“Hey, mate,” he greeted Harry. “I didn't know you were home.”

Harry had to control himself and not hex him good. Now that he knew the truth, he wanted to rip Ron apart. Partly to avenge Hermione, and partly to ease his own anger. But he decided to play it cool. What good would it do to punch Ron's lights out? He needed him good and well for his plan.

“I got in a little bit ago. I was visiting an old friend.”

“Someone I know?” he asked as he opened a butter beer and took a healthy swing.

“You could say that.”

“Who was it?”

“Hermione,” Harry said and waited for Ron's reaction.

Ron chocked on his beer and started coughing like crazy. Harry stood by and watched with interest.

“Hermione? When did you start talking to her again?” Ron finally managed to ask, his voice giving away his nervousness.

“I ran into her today and we had a very enlightening conversation,” Harry answered and continued to look pointedly at him. He noticed that Ron was slightly flushed and refused to look directly at him.

“Is that so? And what did you talk about?” Ron asked nervously.

“Oh, this and that.”

Ron seemed to relax a bit at his words, but Harry was not about to let him of the hook so easily.

“Have you seen her lately?” he asked Ron.

“Not at all, and it's better that way.”

“Better for whom?”

Ron finally looked at him. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“I've been wondering for a while about something, Ron. When you guys broke up, she would not tell anyone what had happened. She just left. Then you come back and your explanation did not seem to make a lot of sense. I've tried several times to ask you about it, but you always change the subject.”

“What are you getting at, Harry? Are you suggesting I lied?” Ron asked getting mad.

“If something really happened between Hermione and Krum, how come no one ever saw them together again since that one day when the picture was taken?” Harry asked pointedly.

Ron took another swing of his beer before answering. Harry could tell he was nervous and his hands were shaking a bit. His ears had even turned red.

“Maybe she felt guilty and didn't want to attract any more media attention. She has a good job and a reputation to protect.” Ron finished lamely.

“Aha. So she has a torrid affair with Viktor for one afternoon only and then she forgets about it to protect her job? That's your take on things?”

“Sounds like a good reason to me! Look, Harry, Luna is upstairs waiting for me. Forget about the past, all right mate? I am glad you are talking to her again, but leave me out of it,” Ron threw the empty bottle in the trashcan and started walking out of the kitchen.

Harry was not done yet and followed him out. Ron was just talking the stairs when Harry called his name again.

“How can you lie to me so easily after so many years of friendship, Ron?” Harry asked barely containing his temper. His hands closed into fists and he waited.

Ron stood frozen at the bottom of the stairs but did not turn around. “I didn't lie.”

“No, I guess you are right. You just let us believe for the longest time the story about Hermione and Krum. How convenient it must have been for you when Rita wrote that article about their supposed affair. You had the perfect excuse then!” Harry all but shouted.

Ron finally turned around. “What the hell are you talking about, Harry?” he asked angrily. “You saw the picture!”

“That picture just showed two old friends hugging after not seeing each other for a while. But can you say the same thing about the woman Hermione found in your room that same evening?” Harry finished with contempt. “How dare you lie to all of us and act like the victim when you were the one doing the cheating all along?” Harry finished in a heated voice.

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5. The Truth Comes Out

A/N - All characters belong to the wonderful JK Rowling. I just borrowed them for a bit to play with them. I promise to put them back soon!

THE TRUTH COMES OUT

Ron's mouth was hanging open but no words came out of it. Since their voices had gotten louder as they had argued, Luna appeared at the top of the stairs. Harry looked up to see her startled look.

“Are you two arguing?” she asked surprised.

“No,” Ron answered quickly.

“Yes,” Harry said at the same time.

“Okay then, I'll go back to the room and pretend this never happened!” she smiled in her usual way and went back to Ron's room.

Ron turned back towards Harry. “Look, mate,” he tried but Harry cut him off.

“Don't bother with any more lies. I have suspected for a long time that you had lied to all of us. Nothing you said made sense. We mistook Hermione's silence for guilt, when in reality she was the one hurting. You broke her heart Ron, and you lied to your friends. You are not the man I thought you were and right now I don't think I like you very much.”

“Harry, let me explain,” Ron tried one more time.

“You will explain, but not just to me. I am calling a meeting with everyone involved and you are going to tell everybody the truth. And if you don't, I will.”

“You can't make me do that!” Ron protested.

“Oh, you just watch me! It's your choice. Either you come clean or I will make sure you do. This has gone on long enough. While you have moved on with your life, and you have all of your friends around you, she has been going at it alone. You should be ashamed of yourself.”

Before Ron could say anything else, Harry walked away from him. He was too mad and he couldn't control his temper anymore.

Harry walked into the library and sat behind his desk. He grabbed a piece of parchment from the drawer and wet the tip of his feather in the inkbottle. After writing a short note, he put everything away and walked back to his room. Hedwig was sitting in her cage and hooted softly when she saw him.

“Take this to Ginny and Neville, and then to the rest. Do not come back without an answer.” He tied the piece of parchment to the leg she extended and petted her a bit before letting her out the window.

He felt satisfied for the first time in months. Hermione was back in his life and the truth was going to finally come out. He was just sorry it had taken him so long to realize Ron had lied. He made a promise to himself that he would make it up to her no matter how long it took.

The next afternoon, Harry knocked softly on Hermione's door. She opened it and he did not waste time saying hello, he just grabbed her by the waist and kissed her senseless. He pushed her back inside without breaking their contact and closed the door with his foot.

The need for air finally made them pull apart. “Hi,” he finally said with a smile. “I missed you today, Mione.”

She smiled back, a little flushed and out of breath. “Hi, Harry.”

“I know I shouldn't kiss you like that, but I've been thinking about kissing you all day.”

“It's okay! I didn't mind at all.”

“In that case,” he said as he lowered his lips to hers once again. She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought their bodies into full contact. He pulled her closer and ravished her mouth. He stepped back a few minutes later and looked at her with wonder in his eyes.

“If I had known what your kisses tasted like, I would have done this a long time ago, Hermione. You are driving me crazy!”

“Oh, Harry. Why is this happening now? Why did we never notice these feelings before? I'm a little scared,” she admitted quietly.

“I'm a bit scared, too, Hermione, but not enough to stop.” Something occurred to him suddenly and he looked seriously at her. “Do you want to stop?” he asked worriedly.

“I couldn't even if my life depended on it, Harry. I've always cared about you in a special way, but I didn't realize until now what that meant.”

Harry was holding his breath. Could it be that she loved him as much as he loved her? “I'm glad to hear that, baby, because I want to keep on seeing you and see where this leads us.”

“You mean as in dating?” she asked surprised. That meant going out in public, which in turn meant that their friends would find out. How would they take it all? How would Ron react to the news?

“Yes, that's exactly what I mean.”

“What about the others? What if they stop talking to you as well?” she asked worriedly.

“The others will have to decide which side they are on this evening. Besides, if they decide to stop talking to me as well, so be it. You are what is important to me right now. The rest pales in comparison.”

“What do you mean by `this evening'?” she asked worriedly.

“Maybe I should have asked you before, but I figured you would say no. Everyone is going to be at my place tonight and we are going to talk about what happened. Ron is going to come out clean, or I'm going to do it for him.”

“What?” she asked startled by his news.

“Hermione, this has gone on long enough. It is time to bring it out in the open and clear your name. It's not fair that people have a wrong opinion of you when you didn't do anything wrong!”

“You've had that opinion as well, Harry, or have you forgotten that we only started speaking yesterday? You think because we kissed now you have a right over me?” she asked getting upset.

“Mione, I already apologized. I know I acted like a jerk, okay? And if I didn't come looking for you sooner is because I was afraid you wouldn't talk to me. Now that we have, I want the others to know as well. After that, everyone can decide whose side they are on.”

“Harry, don't fool yourself thinking they're going to take my side. They are his family and blood is thicker than water.”

“Don't be so sure of that, love. I'm sorry I did this without consulting with you first, but I know how stubborn you can be and I figured this was the only way to do it.”

She sighed and stepped away from him. “What time are they supposed to be there?”

“They should be there now or arriving as we speak.”

“I cooked dinner for you,” she said accusingly.

“And I intend to eat it later. However, I would like to get this over with first. Then I can concentrate fully on you.” He walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing them close again. He dropped a quick kiss on her lips and looked at her.

“I'm sorry if you're mad at me, Mione, but we need to do this in order to move on and be happy. I don't want anything in our way from now on.”

She knew he was right, and he had her best interest at heart. She could see it in his eyes. “Fine. Let's go before I change my mind. But I'm warning you, Harry, if it gets out of control I'm out of there in a flash.”

“Understood.”

He took her hand and they apparated together in front of his flat. He winked at her and opened the door. As they walked in, Hermione noticed that everyone was there. Ginny was sitting on a rocking chair while Neville stood by her side. The twins were standing by the window. Luna was sitting on the couch next to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. Even professor McGonagall was there.

As they approached, Hermione's steps faltered. Harry tightened his grip on her hand and smiled at her reassuringly. Ron, who had been pacing like a caged animal, stopped and swallowed hard. Hermione could tell no one had known she was coming, since they were all surprised to judge by their faces. Her eyes finally found Minerva's and she winked reassuringly as well.

Ginny, never one to control her temper, was the first to speak. “What is this all about, Harry? And why is she here?”

“Hermione is here as my guest,” he told her firmly.

“And why are we here,” she insisted.

“I asked you all to come tonight because there is something you need to know about.”

Hermione noticed that everyone kept staring openly at their entwined hands. She tried to shake her hand free, but Harry would not let her. She gave up thinking that she did not really care what any of them thought. It was a gesture of solidarity from Harry and she needed his support since she did not think her legs would sustain her on their own.

“We are waiting, Harry. I really don't have the time for this,” Ginny continued rudely.

“Then I suggest you make the time, Miss Weasley, since this is important,” professor McGonagall suggested.

Ginny had to shut up at that point. The professor might not be their teacher anymore, but her presence alone commanded respect. Put in her place in front of everyone, she pouted and looked away.

“Well, Harry, let's get on with it, before more tempers flare up,” suggested Mr. Weasley wisely.

He walked over to the empty recliner and waited for Hermione to sit down. Once she was seated, he sat on the arm of the chair and put his arm tenderly around her shoulders. His protective gesture did not go unnoticed.

“Actually, it's Ronald who needs to do most of the talking,” he said looking pointedly at Ron.

Ron shot him a murderous look. “I told you I wanted no part in this,” he said angrily.

“And I told you either you tell them or I will! What's it going to be, mate?” Harry shot back.

Hermione looked nervously between them and grabbed Harry's hand, squeezing a bit to calm him down.

“Ronald,” his mother said in a warning tone. “What is this all about?”

Ron knew he was lost at that point. He looked down at his shoes and muttered something under his breath.

“What did you say? Speak up, son,” Mr. Weasley said.

“I said,” he continued taking a deep breath, “that I lied.”

Hermione looked up and ran her eyes quickly over the group. Most of them looked confused, but Minerva was smiling with satisfaction. Something told her that Minerva had something to do with Harry coming to see her as well. She looked at her and the professor winked again.

“What did you lie about, little brother,” ask Fred.

“Yeah, what kind of mess are you in now, you git?” continued George.

“Tell them the whole story or I will, Ron,” warned Harry quietly.

Ron's shoulders slumped in defeat. He took another deep breath and figured it was now or never. He was screwed royally either way.

“Hermione never cheated on me. It was the other way around,” he finished quickly.

First there were gasps of surprise, and then all hell broke lose as everyone started talking at once. Hermione did not know what to say or do, so she sat there taking it all in. Ron was blushing furiously, the twins were talking to each other, Luna had he mouth covered with her hand in disbelief, Ginny was staring at Ron in horror, and Mr. Weasley was rubbing Molly's back and whispering reassuring words in her ear. Neville stood with his hand on Ginny's shoulder, but he looked at Hermione and shared a small smile with her. Then she realized that he was the only person in the room that had never doubted her integrity. No wonder he had continued to be her friends and well as her collaborator.

Harry whistled loudly and all taking stopped at once. All eyes turned to him.

“Let him finish, I want him to tell you the whole truth. I am as guilty as the rest of you of doubting Hermione. That is the reason why I am doing this tonight. I already apologized to her and she was gracious enough to forgive my stupidity. We all stopped talking to her without giving her the benefit of the doubt. Somehow, Ron's story did not make sense to me from the beginning, and I feel guilty I let a whole year pass by before trying to do something about it. But enough is enough.”

All eyes turned from Harry to Hermione to Ron.

“Ronald Weasley,” his mother said in that tone they all knew so well. “Explain yourself this instant!”

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6. The Apologies

A/N - All characters belong to the wonderful JK Rowling. I just borrowed them for a bit to play with them. I promise to put them back soon!

THE APOLOGIES

Ron did as she asked, and after many pauses and many deep breaths, he finished his side of the story and sat down in the nearest chair. He avoided everyone's stares by looking down at his shoes.

“Wow, little brother, when you decide to mess up, no one can top you,” said Fred shaking his head. He looked at Hermione then. “I'll be the first in our family to apologize for our behavior, Hermione. I'm sorry for believing what the paper said and not asking questions.”

Hermione nodded at him, at a loss of words since she was not sure what to say. It wasn't like she was ready to be in speaking terms with all of them as if nothing had happened.

“He's right, Hermione. Ron's a prat. I'm sorry, too.” said George.

“I'm so disappointed in you, son,” Mr. Weasley said not even looking at Ron. “Hermione, please accept the deepest apologies from Molly and I, dear. We should have known better and I'm sorry this happened.”

“Thank you, Mr. Weasley,' Hermione said smiling a little at him. She couldn't very well ignore his sincerity. She wasn't that rude!

“Oh, Ronald, how could you lie like that?” asked Luna with tears in her eyes. She got up and left the room at a run.

Ron looked up and followed her with his eyes. He seemed shaken by her reaction and wanted to go after her but he knew it would be no use. He would have to deal with her later.

“I always believed in you, Mione,” was all Neville said shyly, surprising everyone in the room. “That's why I never stopped talking to you.”

Ginny swirled around so fast it was a miracle she did not snap her neck. “What do you mean you never stopped talking to her?” she asked accusingly.

“Just what I said, Ginny,” he said, and his voice was strong and sure and it surprised the others who had always perceived him as shy and insecure. His voice left no room for arguments and professor McGonagall smiled proudly at him. “I never once doubted her. Hermione is not the kind of person that cheats and lies and I thought all of you would know better than that! So, no, I never let what happened get in the way of our friendship and professional association.”

To everyone's surprise, Ginny did not say another word to him. She actually seemed proud that he had stood up to her for the first time. She nodded and lowered her head.

“And since we're all being honest,” Neville continued with his newfound strength, “I'll also tell you that I am fully cooperating with her on the book she is writing and if you don't like it, we're going to have a problem.”

Ginny looked at Hermione then. “You're writing a book? About what?” she asked with interest forgetting why they were there to begin with.

“It's about potions and their curative powers in rare diseases and curses,” Hermione responded shyly.

“And Neville is helping you?” she asked even more surprised.

“I would not be able to do it without his help and expertise. I have never met anyone that knew so much about plants and their curative powers as he does. Your boyfriend is a lot smarter than a lot of people give him credit for, Ginny,” Hermione explained smiling at Neville, who was now blushing furiously.

Ginny finally turned back to look at Neville and smiled at him. “I'm so proud of you, honey!” She turned back and faced Hermione. She was back to being serious and she looked guilty as well. “I will apologize as my brothers did, Hermione, for doubting you after so many years of true friendship. We all wronged you. I guessed we chose to believe Ron since he is family. But we were obviously wrong and I hope you can forgive us all.”

“Thank you, Ginny.”

“I don't even know if it's possible, and maybe at first things will be awkward, but I hope we can be friends again,” Ginny said looking at Hermione and then at Harry.

“I'm sure time will heal all wounds, Ginny.”

Molly looked at professor McGonagall, who was still to comment. “Did you know about this, Minerva?”

“I've known from the very beginning what happened that night. I've been Hermione's confidant for years.”

“And why didn't you say anything?” Molly asked surprised.

“It was not my place to do so. I advised Hermione many times to tell one of you the truth, but she was hurt and stubborn. Nevertheless, I agree with Neville when he says she is not the type to cheat or lie. She's proven in more than one occasion the strength of her character and her loyalty to her friends. I am very disappointed at how quickly she was judged and found guilty.”

They all looked miserable and well chastised by her words. Hermione looked at her and mouthed her thanks. Minerva nodded and smiled at her.

Ron had not said a word since the truth had come out. But his mother was not about to let him off the hook as easily. “Ronald Weasley, you disappoint me. We taught you better than that! How could you lie for so long and go on with your life as if nothing had happened? You let us all believe the worst of Hermione when she was innocent all along. And to think she went to Bulgaria to show you her support! You should be ashamed of yourself,” she finished heatedly.

By the time she was done, Ron had shrunk as much as he could on his chair and his ears were bright red. He was twisting his hands together and he was afraid to look up. He wanted to disappear, but what good would that do? He had a feeling that he was going to be the outcast from that point on.

Hermione could not stand it anymore. She looked up at Harry. “I'd like to go home, Harry,” she said quietly.

“Hermione,” Mr. Weasley interrupted. “Ron hasn't apologized yet, and I would rather he did before you leave.”

Ron finally looked up at his father, but immediately looked down again when he saw the deep disappointment in his eyes.

“I'm sorry, Mr. Weasley, but I'm not ready to accept his apology yet. What he did hurt me deeply. It is one thing to accept you apology and your families, but he is the one that caused all of this and I am not sure I can forgive him. His actions robbed me of a year of my friend's lives. I have also had to live with the mean looks people gave me on the street, or the comments they made as they passed me by. While he went on with his life, I had to seclude myself. So I am sorry if I sound unreasonable to you, but I am being honest,” Hermione finished with feeling.

Mrs. Weasley smiled sadly at her and patted her husband's hand. “We understand, dear.”

Hermione got up from the chair. Harry smiled at her and grabbed her hand once again. Everyone's eyes flew once again to their entwined hands. He decided to address that problem head on as well.

“Before we go, there is one more thing. I do not want you to hear this from anyone else but me, so there will be no more misunderstandings. Hermione and I are seeing each other now and I plan on making her happy for as long as she'll let me.”

Hermione looked around and saw surprise in their faces. Even Ron looked up and stared openmouthed at Harry, who returned his look as if daring him to say something. No one had seen that one coming either. She had to smile inwardly. Harry was sure full of news that day and she had a feeling that after they left, they would be the topic of conversation for a long while. Professor McGonagall was the first to react.

“Congratulations to you both. I wish you the best!” she said sincerely.

“Thank you, professor, we appreciate the well wishes,” Harry told her smiling. “I think I'm going to take Hermione home now. It's been quite an evening.”

“Hermione,” Ginny said when they had turned and were walking away.

Hermione turned her head back to look at her. “Yes, Ginny?”

“Can Neville and I come over to see you tomorrow evening?” she asked shyly and unsure of herself.

“That would be fine, Ginny.” She did it for Neville more than anything else, but she figured at some point they had to start sharing their lives again.

“We'll see you then, Hermione,” Neville said smiling gratefully at her.

Hermione nodded and walked away with Harry.

Once outside, Harry wasted no time apparating them to her place. They walked into her living room and he hugged her tightly when she started shaking.

“It's okay, love, it's over now,” he said soothingly as he ran his hands up and down her back. Her pulled her over to the couch and sat with her on his lap. She burrowed closer to him and held her while murmuring sweet nothings in her ear. After a while, she looked at him and smiled a little.

“I have to admit that I'm glad this is over and the truth is finally out. Thank you,” she told him sincerely.

“And as you can see, everyone is on your side, Mione. Now Ron will have to deal with the consequences of his actions.”

“Let's forget about this for a while, okay? I promised to feed and I made all of your favorites, even dessert! All of a sudden I'm starving!”

“Then say no more and let's go eat! I'm pretty hungry, too. I skipped lunch since I was a bit nervous about tonight,” he admitted smiling.

“Well, since tonight went well for us, we should open a bottle of wine to celebrate,” she suggested.

“I would love that!” And I love you, he thought.

Ron wanted to disappear, but he knew his parents would not let that happen, so he sat in his chair and waited for the screaming to begin. After lying to everyone for so long, he was glad in a small way that it was out in the open and he would be able to move one. There would be no more lies.

“I think it is best if I left,” professor McGonagall said. “From this point on this is a family matter.”

“I'll walk you to the door, Minerva,” Mr. Weasley offered. He got up and escorted her to the door. After she was gone, he came back and sat next to Molly.

“Explain yourself, Ron,” he told his son.

“I already explained what happened, dad, don't make me repeat it again, please,” Ron said still looking down at his shoes.

“I want to know why you did it. What ever possessed you to do such a thing? You could have damaged her sterling reputation!”

“Ron, I can't believe you did this to her! You were after her for the longest time, and when she finally gives you a chance, you screw it up royally!” Ginny said.

“Ron's a git,” continued George.

“Look Ron, George and I were never big fans of Hermione in school, especially when she was made prefect and tried to ruin our business. However, that does not mean she deserved what you did. When she let her guard down, she was pretty cool to hand around with,” Fred said.

Ron was sick of hearing everyone berate him, so he got up and looked at them furiously.

“Look, I'm not going to sit here and take this, all right? I messed up, I admitted as much. I should have said something sooner, but I didn't. Then I started going out with Luna and I didn't want to mess that up! So I'm sorry I lied and Hermione was hurt in the process. It was cowardly of me to take the easy way out when everyone assumed the wrong thing. I just went along with what you all thought since it was easier than admitting I was an idiot. Right now my only worry is not losing Luna, so back off and leave me alone!” he finished loudly and stormed out of the room.

“Yeah, good luck, little brother,” George said to no one in particular. His mother shot him an annoyed look. “What?” he asked lifting his hands.

“Arthur, I think it's time we went home as well. There will be no reasoning with Ron for a while anyhow. I'll just pay a visit to Hermione later on in the week and see how she's doing,” Mrs. Weasley said.

“I think you are right, dear, we better leave the boy alone.”

“We should leave too,” Fred said looking at George. “We have a hot date with the Patil twins tonight!”

Before anyone could comment on that, they disappeared.

“We're not staying here either,” Ginny said. “I don't want to stay and help Ron in case Luna decides to hex him good!” she said smiling.

“Now, Ginny, don't say that!” her mother said shaking her head and looking up the stairs worriedly.

“Well, mother, it would serve him right if she did!”

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7. Blossoming Love

A/N - All characters belong to the wonderful JK Rowling. I just borrowed them for a bit to play with them. I promise to put them back soon!

From reading the reviews, some of you want Ron to suffer a while, and I'm taking that into consideration. Keep in mind that Hermione is a polite person and the fact that she accepted the apologies of Ron's family doesn't mean she is ready to be back in their fold. Neville has been a true friend and as such she accepted Ginny's request to come by and visit.

As far as writing errors go (such as your & you're mistakes), English is after all my second language, so those mistakes are bound to occur. But thanks for pointing them out! There should be a couple of more chapters after this one and the story will wrap up.

Once again, thanks for the wonderful reviews and for keeping my morale high!

BLOSSOMING LOVE

“Dinner was delicious, Hermione. Thank you for thinking of me when you cooked,” Harry said as they walked back into the living room once they had eaten.

“I'm glad you enjoyed it, Harry. I know how good your appetite can be!”

“Thanks for making extra of everything,” he said pointing at the bag he held in his hand. “Lunch tomorrow will be great thanks to you. I get sick of eating out or making myself a sandwich everyday.”

“Do you think I should cook for Ginny and Neville tomorrow?”

“That's a good question, love. They didn't say what time they were coming.”

“I'll owl Ginny in the morning and then I'll let you know.”

“That's a good idea. It's big of you accepting them back so soon, Mione. I was hoping things would go well, but this is better than I expected.” Harry replied and smiled at her.

“Harry, too much time has gone by already. I'm not ready to talk to Ron or deal with him just yet, but little by little I have to deal with the rest. I'm not saying we are going to be best friends, but I can be courteous. Besides, I never said I forgave them, but I appreciate their apologies,” she finished shrugging her shoulders.

“Do you think you can speak to Ron as usual later on?” he asked curiously.

“Can you?” she asked raising an eyebrow.

“Not right now. I'm mad at him, but at the same time I'm as guilty as the rest when we assumed the wrong thing. It's going to take time for things to go back to normal.”

“You're right but I'm afraid things will never be the same. When someone you trust fails you in such a way, things can never be the same and that trust is hard to regain. And if you do regain it, there will always be doubts lurking in the back of your mind.”

Harry put his bag on the table by the door and walked over to where she was standing. He took her hand and brought her over to the sofa.

“I failed you as well, Mione. Does that mean you won't be able to forgive me?” he asked worriedly once they were sitting down.

“You did, but in a different way. I can forgive you because our friendship was on a deeper level than my friendship with the rest of them. Ron was my boyfriend and as such, he owed me respect and faithfulness. He failed at both.”

“Do you think we can make it as a couple? Are you worried about that?”

She sighed. “I will admit I'm a bit worried.”

“What are you worried about?”

“If it will really work out. I wonder how people are going to react to the news. I wonder what they will say about me dating first Ron and now you. I don't want any more problems in my life, Harry,” she said honestly.

Harry had suspected as much. “I am not going to make you promises I won't be able to keep, Hermione. All I can do is show you how I feel. I guess at the beginning people will talk, and there is no way to stop that from happening. We are both famous and people like to follow what we do. We will not be able to hide the fact that we are dating for long. But if it makes you feel better, I won't tell anyone,” he told her.

“Don't get me wrong, Harry, I don't want to hide it from the world, but I do want to take it slowly. What Ron did hurt my pride deeply. I was more disappointed than heartbroken, to tell you the truth. I guess I started going out with him because he had been asking for so long that I figured it might work.”

“Are you saying you didn't love him?” Harry asked surprised.

“I did love him, but I was never in love with him. And maybe that's one of the reasons he cheated on me. I couldn't give him what he wanted.”

“What do you mean, Mione?” he asked confused.

“I think he cheated on me because I never slept with him,” she confessed quietly.

“What?” he asked unable to hide his surprise at the news.

“You heard me right. I just couldn't do it, Harry. We were always fighting about one thing or another, and that doesn't leave a lot of room for romance. How could I fight with him one minute and sleep with him the next?”

“But you slept in his room!”

“No, I didn't. You always saw me go in, but after you were in bed, I always went back to my room. He kept pressing me for more and I could not give it to him. It didn't feel right.”

“I can't believe it! Why didn't you tell me before now?”

“Because I was embarrassed and I didn't want him to find out you knew. You know how Ron is. If anyone had found out that after a year I still had not slept with him, it would have destroyed his self-esteem. He's a famous quiddish player, Harry, and he has a reputation to protect.”

“Still, Mione, that didn't give him the right to cheat on you. He could have broken up with you instead. If all he wanted was sex, there were obviously plenty of women after him. He made the wrong choice,” Harry said convinced that he was right.

“And if I didn't love him enough, I should have broken up with him as well. But I kept on giving the relationship time and that was wrong on my part, too.”

She had him there and she was right. But he was curious about something.

“What about me? Do you think you can fall in love with me?” he asked and held his breath.

“Oh, Harry, I don't have any doubts about that. With you, everything is so different. I can be myself and not pretend. You seem to like me just as I am: a bookworm that loves to read and do research. A `know-it-all' that wants to solve the worlds problems. I love your job and helping you when I can. I love to talk to you about my patients. You are mostly around and even when you are not, you always manage to find time to send me a note. So, no, Harry, I don't think I will have any problems falling in love with you,” she said sincerely.

He smiled at her. “I'm glad to hear that, Hermione, because I've been in love with you forever!”

Before she could say anything, he pulled her closer and kissed her. The kiss started out slowly. He traced her lips with his tongue and buried his hands in her hair. She had one hand on his thigh and the other close to his heart. She opened her mouth in invitation and his tongue darted inside to play with hers. He pulled her closer as the kiss grew in intensity. He wanted to make love to her mouth; he wanted to make her want him as she had never wanted anyone before. He wanted to erase Ron and the others before him from her heart and mind. And he wanted to lose himself in her sweetness. Harry knew he had to go slow, since he did not want her to get the wrong idea. As much as he wanted her, they would have to go slow. She had to get used to the idea of being with him. Summoning all of his strength and willpower, he pulled away.

Her eyes were glazed over with need, and she was breathing hard. He rested his forehead against hers and tried to calm his breathing as well. Another cold shower awaited him at home!

“Harry,” she said timidly.

“Yes, Mione?”

“Why did you stop?”

The question surprised him a lot, but at the same time, it gave him hope for the future.

“Because we have to take our time! I don't want to stop, but I think it's better if we do.”

“Are you sure?” she asked looking into his eyes and letting him see the need in hers.

“No, but I'm going to pretend that I am! For both of our sakes.”

“And what if I asked you to stay?” she continued while her fingers caressed his neck and chest slowly.

“I would have to say no because if something was to happen now, you might regret it later and I wouldn't be able to live with that, baby. As much as I want you right now, I know it's best if we wait.”

She sighed deeply. “I guess you're right, babe. It's better if we wait.”

He got up from the sofa and pulled her up. He walked over to the door and she followed him. Before he left, he kissed her one more time and took his time. He was already going to take a cold shower, so why not take one more memory with him!

“I'm going to leave now before I change my mind and take you upstairs!” he told her once they pulled apart. His heart was beating so fast he thought he would pass out from it. She was not doing much better if he was to go by the pulse beating rapidly at the hollow of her throat.

“Why don't you come over to the hospital on your lunch hour tomorrow? We can eat in my office if you want,” she suggested. She knew she would not last until the following evening without seeing him.

“I'd love to! I'll be there around noon, love. I hope you sleep well.”

“I will after I take a cold shower!”

“That makes two of us!” He dropped another quick kiss on her lips, grabbed his bag from the table and left.

He decided to walk home instead of apparating since the cold night air would help him unwind. He was surprised to hear himself whistling as he walked. It had been a long time since he had felt so relaxed and happy at the same time. Hermione was back in his life and he could not believe that she had accepted to go out with him. He had been in love with her for years and his dream was finally coming true.

After their sixth year, when he had broken up with Ginny, he had wondered if he would ever be able to love someone again. At the time, he had not been sure he would even survive. But he had and Hermione had played a major role in that. He probably started falling in love with her then!

She had been by his side from the moment they had met. Had Ron not been in love with her for so long, they would have probably ended up together before now. So many years had gone by! Now was their time, and no matter what was published in the papers or what his friends or coworkers said, he was not letting her go again. He had waited too long to be with her and nothing or no one would pull them apart ever again.

Hermione let the cold water wash over her and felt her body heat coming down. She had walked into the shower stall the minute Harry had left. She was surprised at how aroused she was and all they had done was kiss! He had not touched her sexually in any way and she would have kept on going had he not stopped. She had never felt that way about Ron, or Viktor for that matter.

She had been corresponding with Viktor since they had met on her fourth year and they had started going out after the war was over. But do to his games and the fact that they lived in two different places, it hadn't lasted long. They had chosen to remain friends and that friendship still existed. Ron had a problem with it from the beginning, but she did not believe in letting go of true friends because you were in a new relationship. Those same friends were the ones that picked up the pieces when the relationship ended. After her breakup with Ron, Viktor and Neville had been the only ones by her side and for that, she would always be grateful.

She finished her shower and got ready for bed. It was getting late and she had some reports she wanted to finish before she turned in for the night. After about an hour of work, she put everything away and got into bed. She turned off the light and thoughts of Harry invaded her mind.

She had not been kidding when she had told him she could easily fall in love with him. The truth was that she had been suspecting that she loved him as more than a friend for a while. When Harry was away, she missed him like crazy. She always looked forward to his return and would cook all of his favorite dishes on the day he was due back. After the meal, they would always go into the library to talk about his trip and what she had done while he was away. If Ron was not home, those talks could go on until dawn.

That had never happened with Ron. She did not miss him as much because most of their time was spent fighting or talking about his career. He did not seem as interested in hers. If he got home after winning a game, all he wanted to do was drink and party to celebrate. If they lost, he picked a fight with her about the smallest thing, just to blow steam. She had really hated when his team lost.

She sighed and decided not to think anymore about Ron or the past. If things with her and Harry worked out, Ron would have to be a part of her life again, but she was not ready for that just yet. For now, she only wanted to concentrate on Harry and what was happening between them. Just thinking about him made her feel all warm and secure inside. She finally fell asleep with a smile on her face and her last thoughts were of the boy with intense green eyes who had stolen her heart.

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8. To Love You At Last

A/N - All characters belong to the wonderful JK Rowling. I just borrowed them for a bit to play with them. I promise to put them back soon!

TO LOVE YOU AT LAST

There was a knock on her door and Hermione looked up from the file she was reading. “Come in,” she said distractedly.

The door opened but she could not see who was coming in, since they were carrying a bouquet of flowers so big, it covered their face. “This just came for you, love,” her secretary said.

Hermione got up from her chair and came around to help Gladys out. “They are lovely! Let's put them over here on this table. If I put them on my desk I won't be able to work!” She put the arrangement on the table and looked for a card. She opened it and smiled.

`For the woman I love with all of my heart.

These pale in comparison to your beauty.

Yours always, H.'

Gladys could not contain her happiness at seeing Hermione smile that way. She had not seen her happy for a long time, and whomever it was that sent the flowers had scored big! “Oh, dear, you must have made a big impression on someone!”

Hermione held the card to her upper body and smiled at Gladys, her eyes shining with happiness. “Gladys, I think I'm in love with the most wonderful man in the world!”

“And who may that be, dear? Do I know the lucky fellow?” Gladys asked still smiling at Hermione's face.

Hermione looked at her secretary and smiled. She was Minerva's cousin and she had recommended Gladys to Hermione when she had been looking for someone to fill that position. Gladys was like a mother figure to her and was always worrying about her. She was unbelievably efficient and protected Hermione as if she was her own. She trusted her implicitly and knew she would not run around telling anyone else if Hermione told her who it was.

“As a matter of fact, you do know him, and he will be by in a little bit to eat lunch with me. It's Harry, Gladys!”

“Harry?” Gladys asked not daring to believe such good news yet.

“Yes, Gladys, Harry Potter!”

“Oh, dear, that's wonderful news!” Gladys said and hugged her tightly. “It was about time you two realized what everyone else seemed to have known for years!”

Hermione stepped away and looked at her startled by her comment. “What do you mean, Gladys?”

“Honey, it was obvious that you loved each other as more than friends, and it had been going on for years. When you broke up with Ron, you suffered more your separation from Harry who was only your best friend. Your eyes reflected the loneliness in your heart, and everyone noticed that it was because of Harry since all of a sudden he was not around here anymore.”

Hermione was so surprised by the news that she did not know what to say. “I had no idea!”

“No kidding, child! I noticed two days ago that there was a change, since your eyes were shining again and there was a considerable change in your mood. I figured something good must have happened and I was hoping it had to do with him!”

“Have I been mean to any of you?” she asked worriedly.

“Oh, no, dear. You are above all of that. When I said your mood changed I meant that you seemed so sad and so lost for so long. You are too much of a professional to let things like that affect your work or your relationship with your patients and coworkers. But I know you pretty well and I knew you were sad and lonely and you missed him like crazy.”

“And what makes you so sure the reason behind my sadness was Harry?” she asked wondering if she had been that transparent.

“Since I have worked for you, your office has always been full of picture of your family and friends. When you broke up with Ron, all of his pictures disappeared. But you never took any of Harry's down. That alone spoke volumes about your feelings for him.”

“Aha,” was all she could say since she knew Gladys was right.

Gladys laughed merrily at her. “It's okay, dear! There is nothing wrong with surrounding ourselves with memories of loved ones. If that kept you going, all the better!”

“Oh, Gladys, I've been such a fool letting so much time go by! I should have talked to him a long time ago and not wasted all this time!”

“Don't say that, child. Now, you both are better people because of that experience and you can appreciate each other and your newfound love even more!”

Before Hermione could answer her, there was a second knock on her door. Gladys went to see who it was and smiled as she opened the door. “Harry, dear, it's so good to see you.”

Harry smiled warmly at her and kissed her cheek. “It's good to see you too, Gladys. It's been a while but you look as wonderful as ever!”

“And I can see you're still as charming as can be! I hope to see more of you around here again!”

“Oh, you can count on that!” he said smiling broadly.

“Well, I'll leave you two alone!” she said and walked out of the office closing the door quietly behind her.

Harry looked at Hermione and his smile grew bigger. “Hi love!”

Before he could say anything else, Hermione walked up to him, put her arms around his neck and proceeded to kiss him as if there was no tomorrow.

Harry responded to the kiss with passion. He had not expected to be welcomed in such a wonderful way, but he was happy about it. His hands went around her waist and pulled her closer to him. Their bodies fit perfectly. She finally pulled away and took a shaky breath.

“Hi,” she said.

“What was that all about? Not that I'm complaining, but I'm a bit surprised.”

“I missed you,” she said simply.

“Well, I hope you miss me everyday!”

“I missed you dearly for a year, Harry, and I hope we don't ever repeat that mistake again.”

“I promise you we won't, Mione. We're never going to be apart again.” He looked into her eyes and cradled her face tenderly between his hands. “I love you too much to let anyone come between us again, Hermione.”

“Harry, I love you too,” she told him sincerely.

He was clearly surprised by her revelation. “You do?” he asked raising his eyebrows.

“I do. With all of my heart and I wanted you to know that.”

“Oh God, Hermione, you just made me the happiest man on this earth!” he said and kissed her again. The more they kissed, the more they wanted. They kissed for endless minutes and by the time they stopped both were breathing hard and aroused.

“I love to kiss you, babe. No one's ever kissed me like that before,” Hermione told him. “How come you're still single?”

“Oh, that's an easy one. My heart has belonged to this particular witch for what seems like forever,” he said and winked at her.

“I'm glad to hear that, babe, because I have no plans to ever let you go!”

They ate and talked for a good hour before she was called away. Harry kissed her one more time and left with promises to see her later that afternoon.

“That was a nice visit,” Harry said as he closed the door. Neville and Ginny had just left.

“Yes, it was, and I'm glad they came by.”

“Are you tired? Do you want me to leave as well?” he asked politely.

“Only if you want to leave, babe,” she responded. If it were up to her, she would ask him to stay. And why don't you? asked the voice that had taken permanent residence in her head. You love him and he loves you, so what seems to be the problem?

“I'd like to stay a while longer and spend some quality time with my beautiful girlfriend!”

“That sounds good, but can I go up and change into something more comfortable first?”

“Sure, honey. I'll wait for you here.”

She gave him a lingering kiss that left him wanting more and then went upstairs.

About ten minutes later, Harry heard her calling his name from her room. Frowning, he went up the stairs and down the hall to the opened doorway at the end. He walked into the room and stopped dead in his tracks. Hermione was standing in the middle of the room, surrounded by candlelight, and wearing a tiny negligee that left little to the imagination. His breath rushed out of his lungs in a hurry and he was instantly hard.

She smiled seductively at him and started walking towards him. She waved her hand at the door and it closed and locked immediately. She stopped in front of him and took his hand leading him gently to the side of her bed.

“I want to make love with you, Harry. And before you ask me, I'm absolutely sure!”

Harry finally found his voice. “You look absolutely beautiful, Mione. You take my breath away.” He cupped her face gently with his hands and kissed her softly. It was not long before their kisses grew in intensity and Harry finally pulled apart.

“Let me look at you, Mione,” he said and ran his fingertips slowly down her neck and then her shoulders. He traced the lace covering her breast and her nipples hardened. His eyes were full of lust and love as he continued to look at her a moment longer.

“So beautiful,” he whispered.

He kissed her neck then, and bit her tender flesh making her breath catch. He took his time kissing her neck and the flesh above the lace. Then he took her hand and pulled her down on the bed, laying down next to her. He ran his hands appreciatively over her body, making her wriggle with pleasure, all the while, kissing her and making her hotter.

“Harry, please,” she whispered with need.

He did not have to be told twice. His hands finally cupped her full breasts and he squeezed them softly. Her nipples were hard against his palms and he lowered his head and took one into his mouth. He suckled on her nipple through the lace and the sensation made her moan again. His other hand kept tormenting the other nipple as it pinched it lightly and rolled it between his fingers.

Hermione was lost in a sea of sensation. Everywhere Harry touched her seemed to be on fire. Her most intimate part was throbbing with a desire so intense she thought she would pass out from it. Harry finally lowered her top and ran his tongue over her nipples repeatedly. Wanting his touch desperately in another part of her body, Hermione boldly took one of his hands and brought it down between her legs. Harry could feel her heat and her wetness through the flimsy fabric.

“I think it's time to take this off, love” he said and started undressing her little by little, kissing every exposed bit of skin as he did. When she was finally naked, he took his own clothes off and lay on top of her. She sighed at the contact of his naked body against hers.

Hermione could feel his erection pressing against her navel and she pushed her hand between their bodies and cupped him gently, making him shudder. His tip was wet and she wanted him too much to wait any longer. She spread her legs farther apart and looked at him pleadingly.

“Harry, please,” she begged again, but he shook his head.

“Not yet,” he said as he started trailing kisses down her neck. He kissed her between her breasts and kept on moving lower. He reached her belly and dipped his tongue inside, making her tremble with desire. He moved lower still and she held her breath, waiting for his next move. Instead of kissing her were she needed it most, he kept going down. He kissed the inside of her thighs, behind her knees, and down to her toes.

“Stop torturing me, babe,” Hermione whispered.

Her voice was filled with so much desire that he smiled and started kissing his way back up her body. When he reached the top of her thighs, he spread her legs even more and settled between them. He took a moment to admire her most intimate part and smiled when he saw how wet and swollen she was. He started touching her softly with his fingertip and her hips came off the bed.

Then he pushed his finger inside of her and started moving it in and out, increasing his rhythm to match her breathing.

“Harry…”

“I know love,” he said as he finally dipped his face and his tongue finally encountered her core. He licked, sucked, and gently bit her until she was moaning and grabbing fistfuls of his hair to push him harder against her.

When he felt the change in her breathing, and knew she was close to coming, he increased the pressure of his tongue against her little nub, finally making her reach a powerful and all consuming orgasm. She screamed his name as her body shook with the sheer pleasure of it. She was left panting and unable to move for several minutes.

Harry wasted no time moving up and laying on top of her again. He looked into her eyes and smiled.

“That was amazing,” she said, still out of breath.

He kissed her once again and positioned himself at her entrance.

“I hate to interrupt such a moment, but is it safe to continue?” he asked.

“Yes, I performed the charm before I called you, so there is no risk of me getting pregnant!” she told him smiling. It was sweet of him to remember that at such a crucial time and she loved him even more for it.

“Then this is far from over, love,” he told her as he finally pushed into her and moaned when he felt himself sheathed completely in her warm cocoon.

Her muscles contracted all around him and he sucked in his breath. He started kissing her passionately and increased his rhythm when he noticed that she was moving against him. Harry kept pumping into her, and both were moaning and breathing hard. When she felt her orgasm coming again she wrapped her legs around his waist taking him deeper still and with another throaty moan, she came a second time, this one harder than the first. Knowing she had reached her peak again made Harry increased his movements and a moment later, he climaxed and spilled his seed into her. He lowered his head to her chest and lay there panting while she ran her hands softly down his back.

After a while, he looked up at her and smiled. She had her eyes closed, but there was a smile on her lips. She seemed relaxed and happy and he was glad.

“Mione,” he said softly.

She opened her eyes and looked at him. “Yes, babe?”

“That was beautiful. I've never experienced anything like it before in my life.”

“That makes two of us!”

He finally lay down next to her, wrapping his arm lightly around her waist. “I don't want to leave you tonight,” he said sincerely.

“Good, because I was hoping you'd want to stay with me,” she told him smiling serenely and caressing his face softly.

“I love you, Hermione. Now I know what true love really is.”

“Oh, Harry, you make me so happy! I don't want this to ever end.”

“It won't. Our love is the forever kind.”

He kissed her one more time and then they drifted off to sleep.

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9. Let The World Know

A/N - All characters belong to the wonderful JK Rowling. I just borrowed them for a bit to play with them. I promise to put them back soon!

Here it is! The final chapter in this story. An epilogue will follow soon. Hope you enjoy!

LET THE WORLD KNOW

The next morning, Harry woke up alone and immediately missed her warmth. He smiled as he stretched and noticed some muscles were protesting a bit the activity of the previous night. And what a remarkable night it had been. They had made love once more in the middle of the night, and Hermione had made sure he paid for torturing her so much.

He could smell breakfast cooking and his stomach grumbled in response. He went into the bathroom and found a new toothbrush sitting by the sink. Leave it to Hermione to always be prepared. After a quick shower, he felt a bit better and went to find her, wearing only a t-shirt and his boxers.

She smiled when he came into the kitchen. He went up to her and kissed her senseless. When they came up for air, he left his arms wrapped loosely around her waist.

“Good morning, love.”

“Good morning, Harry! Did you sleep well?”

“Like a baby! And breakfast smells delicious! I'm starved.”

“I can only imagine,” she joked and stepped away from him. “Sit and I'll have your breakfast served in no time.”

He did as she said, all the while admiring her body. She was wearing a tiny tank top and matching bikini panties. His reaction would be hard to hide. The woman was going to be the death of him. Who would have ever thought she would have such a delightful derriere under her robes!

She put a plate full of food in front of him and he wasted no time digging into it once she was seated in front of him.

“I could get used to this, you know!” he told her after he swallowed.

“Used to what, babe?” she asked curiously as she sipped her tea.

“To us sharing our lives everyday like we used to, but now it's better because we are lovers as well.”

“Do you want us to live together again?” she asked surprised.

“Sure. Maybe not so soon, but it's something I want you to think about.”

“Okay,” she said smiling. Her life had definitely taken a turn for the better!

“Listen, I have to go into town today, but I'll be back soon. I'd like to spend the weekend here with you if that's okay.”

“I'd love for you to do that! You're not the only one that can get used to this!”

They finished their breakfast and then he kissed her one more time before he left.

Two weeks later Harry was as happy as he had ever been. He spent almost every night at Hermione's place and their relationship was growing stronger everyday. The papers had found out that they were going out right away and their picture had made the front page once more. Speculation was running high, since they both refused to talk to the press.

Hermione was in speaking terms with all of their friends once again, but she still had not talked to Ron or mentioned him again. From what little Harry knew Luna still refused to accept his apologies as well. Ron was paying dearly for his mistake and Harry had to admit her felt a bit bad for him. However, Hermione had endured a whole year of the silent treatment, so it was only fair that Ron suffered some of it as well.

Harry finished getting ready in his room and then he walked downstairs were he found Ron moping around in the kitchen. He was seated at the table and he looked awful. Harry noticed the dark circles under his eyes and it also looked as if he had lost some weight.

“Good morning,” Harry said.

“Morning,” Ron mumbled back.

Harry quickly packed his lunch and grabbed an apple to eat on his way to work. He didn't really want to sit down with Ron and have a chat. As he was walking out of the kitchen, Ron called his name.

“Yes?” Harry said turning around.

“Do you think she'll ever forgive me?” he asked miserably.

“Who are you talking about, Hermione or Luna?” Harry asked pointedly.

Ron sighed deeply. “Both I guess. My brothers are right, Harry, I'm the biggest git in this world!”

“Be that as it may, you got yourself into this fine mess, so I'm sure you'll find a way to get out of it.”

“I know what I did was wrong, and I am truly sorry it happened, Harry. Time went by so fast. I don't know what came over me that one time, I never cheated on her before. You have to believe me Harry,” he finished looking pleadingly at Harry.

“We all make mistakes Ron. I've made plenty and endangered both of your lives in more than one occasion. Somehow, I always managed to rectify my mistakes. Maybe you should try to do the same.”

“I won't be easy.”

“I know. It never is, but you have to try if you want things to be better.”

“And it's not just the mess with Hermione, Harry. I really love Luna. I want to be with her the rest of my life, but I have no idea how to make her believe me. How can she trust me after all I've done?”

“If you really love her, you'll find a way to win her back. Listen, I have to go or I'll be late for work. I'll see you later.”

“Thanks for listening, even thought you don't like me much anymore either.”

“It's not that Ron, and you know it. I'm not happy with you, but you're still my mate. Time heals all wounds, Ron, and it might do you some good to remember that.”

Ron nodded his thanks and Harry left.

A few afternoons later, there was a knock on her door and Hermione went to answer it smiling. However, her smile froze on her face when she saw who her visitor was.

Ron looked at her and then down at his feet, not sure anymore this was such a good idea.

Hermione was debating whether to close the door on his face or not when he looked up again. “Could I talk to you for just a minute?”

Hermione leaned against the door, not letting him in, but waiting for him to continue. Her arms were crossed against her chest and her chin jutted out. Ron swallowed hard.

“I wanted to apologize for causing you so much pain and heartache. Nothing I say or do can make it better, or make the past disappear, but I am truly sorry, Hermione. Please believe that,” he finished truthfully.

Hermione stepped back from the door and waved him inside. She did not want any photographers lurking around to take their picture and start the circus once again.

She sat down on the sofa and Ron sat across from her. “I don't know how to fix this, Hermione. I was wrong and my actions have hurt many people, especially you. And now Luna hates me as well.”

“Have you cheated on her?”

“No! I would never do that again. If it makes you feel any better, I'm paying dearly for my mistake.”

“I don't enjoy anyone's pain, Ron.”

“I know. I'm a mess right now. And I'm not saying that to make you feel sorry for me either.”

“I don't. No one felt sorry for me for a year, Ron. Don't expect sympathy in return.”

Ron sighed heavily. This was harder than he had thought. Hermione wasn't in a forgiving mood and he had been a fool to approach her so soon. When he was about to get up to leave, she spoke again.

“Why did you do it, Ron?”

“I don't really have an answer for that, Hermione. I was stupid. I acted all macho when she approached me. I wanted to be with you but you didn't want me. My pride as a man was hurt because of that. I was having a lot of doubts about our relationship and I acted on impulse.”

“Didn't you think I would find out?”

“It had just happened and I wasn't thinking too far ahead.”

“And it didn't occur to you that I might show up at some point to surprise you?”

“No. You seemed happy to just stay home with Harry all the time.”

His answer surprised the hell out of her. “What do you mean?”

“It was obvious you preferred his company, Mione. You guys didn't fight all the time like we did. You had more in common work wise and all I wanted was to play quiddish. You went to him about everything and forgot I existed sometimes.”

“Why didn't you say anything?” she asked him, willing her heart to stop beating so fast. Just how long had she been in love with Harry without realizing it?

“What good would it have done? We would have argued about that too.”

“I didn't realize I was spending that much time with Harry, Ron. I guess I got used to being around him since you weren't home much.”

“There didn't seem to be a reason for me to be there.”

“Why didn't you break up with me then?”

“I guess I kept hoping that one day you would find me more charming or interesting than Harry,” he said and looked away.

“Oh, Ron…” her words trailed off and she did not know what else to say. She waved her wand at the table and summoned a serving of tea and biscuits. The afternoon was far from over. She poured a cup of steaming tea and gave it to Ron. She made one for herself and leaned back against the couch.

“It's okay. I know now we were not meant to be. I was meant to be with Luna, and now, because of my lies, I might have lost her as well.”

“Not necessarily. What have you done so far to win her back?”

An hour later, there was another knock on the door and Hermione went to answered it. This time it was Harry. He did not notice her visitor and swept her into his arms for a heated kiss. When they finally pulled back, he saw the anxious smile on her face and frowned.

“What's wrong, love?” he asked worriedly.

“Nothing, babe, it's just that we have a visitor,” she said pointing at Ron.

Harry was surprised to see him there. From the look of things, he had been there for a while, since there was a service of tea on the table.

“Ron,” Harry said nodding at him and taking off his robes.

“Hey, Harry,” Ron said standing up.

“Ron came to apologize,” Hermione said as a way of explanation.

“I see,” Harry said looking between them. “Should I go?”

“Of course not! Why would you do that?” she asked surprised that he would even suggest such a thing.

“I was just getting ready to leave myself.” Ron walked over to the door and turned to look at Hermione. “Thanks for your time.” He nodded at both of them and then left, closing the door quietly behind him.

The tension in the room was palpable and Hermione could see the muscles working on Harry face. She went up to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. He still would not look at her.

“Babe? Is something wrong?” Harry said nothing. “Are you mad at me?” she asked surprised.

“No.”

“Then why won't you look at me?”

He finally looked down at her and lost himself in the depths of her eyes. He lowered his head and kissed her passionately. His kisses were a bit rough, but she did not mind. He turned them around and pushed her against the door. His hands went to her jeans and he undid the button and lowered her zipper. He did the same to his. When he had managed to rid them both of half their clothes, he grabbed her by the waist and lifted her, pushing into her and making her gasp as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He never once stopped kissing her.

Their loving was fast, hard, and she loved every minute of it. He managed to rip she shirt and bra opened and sucked her nipples until she begged him for mercy. He was pounding into her fast and she finally cried out as she came, her breathing ragged and her heart beating wildly in her chest. He let go as well and came with such force that he cried out her name. Since his knees were not going to hold him up much longer, he managed to walk over to the couch, still inside of her, and sat down. She took off her ruined shirt and bra and smiled at him.

“What came over you?”

“You are mine, Hermione, and I wanted you to remember that!”

And suddenly it dawned on her. Harry was jealous of Ron! Since he was still inside of her, she compressed her inner muscled and he sucked in his breath.

“Oh, God, I love it when you do that, baby” he said hugging her hard against him.

So she did it again, and noticed when he started getting hard again. “Harry, look at me, babe,” she said as she grabbed his face in her hands and lifted his head from her chest. She waited for him to look at her before continuing.

“I am yours, just as you are mine, you silly man! There is no one else for me and there never will be. I love you and you alone. So if having Ron here upset you so much that you had to act all macho, then I won't let him come by anymore. But there is no reason to be jealous of him or anyone else for that matter.”

Harry felt ashamed and he finally realized that he had acted like a Neanderthal. “Oh, baby, I'm so sorry. Did I hurt you?” he asked anxiously.

“No! I'm perfectly fine and anytime you feel like ravishing me like that be my guest! But you don't have to prove anything to me!”

“I acted like an idiot! I saw him here and saw red, but you're right, of course.”

“Glad we settled that! And one more thing, I would like for you to move in with me,” she told him.

“You do?” he asked clearly surprised.

“Of course, Harry. You spend most of your time here anyways and when you aren't here I miss you too much.”

“You don't think it's too soon?”

“Harry, we have lived under the same roof for years. The only difference now is that we share a bed. But if you don't want to, that's okay,” she said and tried to get up from his lap.

He would not let her. He grabbed her by the waist and kept her there. “I would love to move here with you. I just wanted to make sure you were okay with it as well!”

“Mr. Sneaky, you're going to pay for tricking me!”

She lowered her head and started kissing him again. She started moving her hips against him, feeling him harden even more against her. She moaned into his mouth and started moving faster. It was a while before they came back down to earth.

Two months later, Harry took Hermione to a very romantic restaurant in the village. After their delicious dinner, Hermione excused herself to go to the ladies room. When she came back, Harry seemed a little nervous.

“Is everything okay, babe?” she asked sitting down. He nodded.

Their server came back and placed a small tray in front of Hermione and one in front of Harry. A silver cover sheltered the contents of the trays.

A violinist that had been playing romantically around the tables suddenly came to stand behind her. She turned to smile at him and he winked at her. When she turned back to face Harry, he had placed a white rose by her tray.

“Harry, it's lovely!”

“Not as lovely as you are, my love!”

They leaned across the table and kissed softly. After, Hermione leaned back smiling. She took off the cover on the tray and gasped. Sitting in the middle was a diamond ring nestled inside a velvet box.

“Oh, Harry!” she whispered as her eyes filled up with unshed tears.

Harry got up and grabbed the ring from the box. He knelt in front of her and smiled. “Hermione Jane Granger, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

“Yes, Harry, I will marry you!”

Harry's smiled grew bigger and he placed the ring on her finger. It was a perfect fit. She admired the ring and then grabbed his face between her hands and kissed him.

The other diners started applauding and whistling in congratulations. Flashes of cameras went off. The violinist kept on playing and the music surrounded them with love.

Hermione finally pulled back and Harry stood up. He looked all around him and smiled. “She said yes! I'm getting married to the most wonderful woman in the world and I love her with all of my heart!” he shouted and everyone laughed at his happiness.

He grabbed Hermione by the waist and spun her around as she laughed merrily. He stopped and kissed her again, showing his love freely and unafraid of what the papers would print in the morning. Hermione was his! He wanted the entire world to know that after many years of pain and unhappiness, the boy who lived had finally found his home and love filled his heart!

The End

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10. Epilogue

A/N - All characters belong to the wonderful JK Rowling. I just borrowed them for a bit to play with them. I promise to put them back soon!

EPILOGUE

Hermione sat on a blanket under the shadow of a tree and watched Emily and Harry playing close by. She was barely three and as full of energy as her father. They were running around in circles, chasing each other around and laughing merrily. She ran a protective hand over her softly rounded stomach and smiled. They were expecting a boy this time around and they could not be happier.

They had been married for five years and their love just kept on growing stronger. Since she had found out she was pregnant again, they had moved into a bigger home. She had left St. Mungo's to open her own private office and Harry had been promoted to the Head of the Aurors Department. Her book had been published and after it became an instant bestseller, she had written another one. She was in the process of researching a third one.

Ginny and Neville had married as well and they were expecting their firstborn any day now. Neville had opened several more stores and Ginny was now helping him run his little empire.

Ron had finally won Luna's heart back, but it had taken him a good year and a half. She had not been convinced easily and he had to move heaven and earth to prove to her his undying love.

The twins were still two of the most sought after bachelors and their business had made them both very rich men, which added to their attraction.

Time had healed all wounds and their friendships had been able to endure the test of time and come out on top.

She saw Harry and Emily coming her way and she smiled. Her heart was so full of joy sometimes she felt as if it would explode with happiness.

Harry lay down close to her and kissed her belly. Their baby kicked back in response and she laughed. Emily repeated her father's actions and the baby kicked again.

“I love you,” Emily whispered against her belly and Hermione felt a wonderful warmth spread around her middle. Her son recognized his sister's voice already!

“He loves you, too, princess,” she told her little girl and kissed the top of her head softly.

“I know, mummy. He told me.”

Harry and Hermione exchanged glances and smiled. Hermione leaned a bit down and placed a tender kiss on Harry's lips.

“And I love you guys with all of my heart!” she told them smiling.

“Me, too. Forever!” Harry said

Emily smiled at both of them and decided to play with her doll close by.

Harry looked at her and then at Hermione. “How did we get so lucky, love?”

“After so much heartache and loss, it was due. The heavens were finally smiling down on us.”

“I guess you're right, baby. This was meant to be and I couldn't be more grateful!”

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