A/N: Hey guys...this chapter the longest thus far. It is also the time turner scene done my way. Forgive where my thoughts traveled, but it would have made for much more interesting watching, in my opinion. This is the last chapter I had written so the next update may be a little while because it's been months since I started this. So be patient with me. I'll update A.S.A.P. Enjoy & R&R! I accredit the Harry Potter screenplay writers of "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban" for a lot of dialogue contained in this scene.
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"Harry?" Hermione's soft voice called. Slowly Harry opened his eyes, and said the last thought that was on his mind before he blacked out near the lake...
"I saw my dad," He said realizing he was in the hospital wing, and that Hermione was right by his side. She got closer to him, bracing herself on the bed with her hands, shocked at his awakening and the impact of his words.
"What!?"
"He sent the Dementors away. I saw him across the lake." He smiled at the thought, and her presence. She was even closer now, and she put her hands on his arm like she always did when she had something to say when she was worried. He realized then that he loved wakening up to Hermione's face, and since he had done it on many occasions (because he'd had quite a few scares in the past) he was growing used to the fact that she was always by his side. He liked it, a lot, and he would never take their time together for granted a second longer. He rubbed his hand up her thigh that was pressed against his bed, and smiled before she spoke again.
"Listen Harry they've captured Sirius. Any second now the Dementor's are going to perform the kiss." Now he was awake.
"You mean their going to kill him?" He reached for his glasses before sitting up on the bed looking to Hermione for her answer.
"No it's worse...much worse. They're going to suck out his soul." Just then Dumbledore came through the doors before Harry could react to the impact of Hermione's words. She was already on her way to do it for him, as usual.
"Headmaster you've got to stop them! They've got the wrong man!" Her voice cracked. He had to regain his composure, and not let her do all the work this time. This was his godfather after all...his only real family.
"Its true sir, Sirius is innocent." Harry said stepping to Hermione's side to concur.
"It's Scabbers who did it..." Ron's voice came from the hospital bed on the other side of the room. His leg was in a cast, and Harry wondered why he hadn't noticed him before. Then he thought well when you wake up to her face you don't very well want to notice anything else, am I right?
"Scabbers?" Dumbledore questioned.
"Yeah, he was my rat sir...well he's not really a rat. Well he was a rat, he was my Brother Percy's rat, but then they gave him an owl..." Hermione whipped around back to Dumbledore probably tired of Ron's babbling, as he was.
"Point is we know the truth. Please believe us." Harry thought if she put it that way how anyone could not believe her was beyond him...she was so sincere. Dumbledore put his hand on her shoulder before speaking.
"I do Miss Granger, but I'm sorry to say the words of three thirteen year old wizards will convince few others..." He said as he walked over to Ron's bed. "A child's voice, however honest and true is meaningless for those who forgot how to listen." Then Dumbledore placed a firm hand on Ron's foot, and patted it.
"Ah." Ron whimpered making a painful face, and inhaling deeply. Just then the clock chimed and Dumbledore looked like he had a plan. He had to, he always did.
"Mysterious thing time..." He said before walking past Harry and Hermione toward the chiming. "Powerful, and when meddled with dangerous. Sirius Black is in the top most cell of the dark tower." He quickly turned back to them. "You know the laws Miss Granger...you must not be seen. And you will do well I feel to return before this last chime. If not the consequences are too ghastly to discuss."
Wait, what? What was he talking about? Laws? Consequences? And why on earth was he telling Hermione? Surely she's just as baffled as I am. He looked at her, but she had a concentrated look on her face as she listened intently to Dumbledore's every word.
"If you succeed tonight more the one innocent life may be spared. Three turns should do it I think." He winked before walking out of the door. He popped in again. "Oh, by the way, when in doubt I found retracing my steps to be a wise place to begin. Good luck." And then he was gone.
"What in the bloody hell was that all about?" Ron asked, taking the words right out of Harry's mouth.
"Sorry Ron, but seeing as you can't walk." Harry was completely confused, and when Hermione reached in her jacket he was distracted as well. She pulled out a long chain, and looped it around Harry's head so they were both encircled around it. She put her hands on a small oval in the center, and when Harry placed his hand on it she smacked it away. Hey! He thought, as he stared at her determined face that was focused on the oval. Okay, so no touching then?
Just then she turned the circle, which held what looked like an hourglass inside, and it started spinning backwards. All of a sudden flashes of scenes from the previous day rapidly circled around them, and Harry was fixated on them until, that is, Hermione's face was inches away from his and she wrapped her arm around his neck to take the chain off of him. It was just for a second, but he thought she was about to kiss him. Yeah, keep dreaming. He must have been dreaming because he just thought that they had gone back in time, and that just wasn't possible...was it? She put the chain back in her jacket, and he finally spoke.
"What just happened? Where's Ron?"
"Seven-Thirty...where were we at seven-thirty?" Wait, am I supposed to answer?
"I don't know...going to Hagrids?" Just then she grabbed his arm for him to follow after her, which he would gladly do at any time of the day.
"Come on...and we can't be scene." She started running so he ran too, trying to keep up.
"Hermione?" He asked once they had started running. "Hermione? Hermione, wait." He said after a few minutes. "Hermione will you please tell me what it is we're doing?" Just then she had stopped running when they came to an opening, and she looked out, which he did as well and saw him, Hermione and Ron from earlier in the day when she had punched Malfoy in the mouth. Wait a second...
"But...that's us. This is not normal--" Just then she swung her arm around to push him back, and then placed her hands on his shoulders, forcefully pushing him up against the wall. He was suddenly out of breath, and then she reached back in her jacket for the chain. He thought he would lose it. He was transfixed by her, and their eyes were locked. He suddenly wanted to smash her up against the wall, and see just how forceful she would be pinned against him.
"This is a time turner Harry..." He looked down to see it in her hands, and he tried not to stare at her chest. Best friend, best friend, best friend...HERMIONE! Best friend who I want to snog senseless right now. Best whatever else I want to do with her, but won't let my mind think. "McGonagall gave it to me first term. This is how I've been getting to my lessons all year."
He tried to formulate a coherent thought so he wouldn't look like he had been starring at her chest, and thinking about doing obscene things with her. It was her fault really...she's the one who pushed me up against a bloody wall!
"You mean we've gone back in time?" He said looked back up at her face. She nodded, finally taking her hands off of her jacket so he could no longer stare.
"Yes. Dumbledore obviously wanted us to return to this moment..." Yeah...wonder if he would have wanted that if knew what I've been thinking. Hermione leaned back against the opening to look back at their earlier selves. He came right up behind her. "Clearly something happens he wants us to change." He closed his eyes, and smelled her hair. I could change it all right now, he thought wickedly. He opened his eyes to see the earlier Hermione punch Malfoy square in the nose.
"Good punch." He said, trying to focus on the task at hand.
"Thanks. Malfoy's coming!" She pushed him back again, and they quietly slipped past the opening so they wouldn't be seen by the earlier Crabbe, Goyelle, and Malfoy.
"I'm going to get that jumped up Mudblood!" Malfoy had said. She definitely was jumped up Harry thought, but if anyone was getting her it was going to be him. She had started inching forward, and Harry could see her backside all too well. When she squatted he could also see the lower skin of her back peeking out from her jacket. Jumped up in deed, he thought. Then she had inched forward again before breaking out into a run to the wall their earlier selves had just been in front of. She peeked behind it, and Harry came up right behind her again. He didn't want to get too close this time because it was all just too torturous. So he tried to focus again.
"Look! Buckbeaks still alive."
"Of course. Remember what Dumbledore said? If we succeed more the one innocent life could be spared. Let's go." She urged him forward with her hand before her hair passed his nose. He inhaled slightly before following after her.
They ran rapidly down the many steps before they ducked behind the pumpkin patch. They were out of breath, and panting and Harry's hand…well it was close to Hermione's. Just as he was about to splay his fingers over hers they heard a swarm of crows, which startled them. They also saw that Dumbledore and the executioner were approaching Hagrids hut.
"Here they come, I better hurry." Harry said getting to his feet. Hermione grabbed his arm dragging him back down closer to her. They were inches away again, and Harry thought he was going to slip up soon and do something uncontrollable. She broke into his thoughts with her explanation.
"Fudge has to see Buckbeak before we steal him, otherwise he'll think Hagrid set him free." Harry silently realized she was smarter then her own good. With her hand still in place on his arm they turned to the window to watch their previous selves conversing.
"That's Pettigrew." Harry said breathing angrily like he would up and strangle him in a second's time. Again, and much more forcefully this time, Hermione grabbed his arm again to face her. His breath on her face…oh the temptation.
"Harry you can't!" She pleaded. Suddenly he was pissed at her.
"Hermione that's the man that betrayed my parents…you don't expect me to just sit here?" Harry argued. Her expression clearly showed that she did, and then her answer confirmed it.
Harry tried to break free from her again, and she pulled him down before pulling him after to follow her. Then she sat with her back facing one of the pumpkins, and he sat right next to her. She was panting, and he thought she was really trying his patience of control.
"Harry…you're in Hagrid's hut now. If you just go bursting in he'll think you've gone mad." She said before turning her head and exposing her long slender neck to him. I've gone as mad as they can go, he thought and just as he was about to show her how mad he was she spoke again. "Awful things happen to wizards who meddle with time Harry. We can't be seen." And by her tone he knew he ought to listen to her. They heard the voices of Dumbledore, the executioner and Fudge approaching.
"Fudge is coming." Hermione said before turning to look back to the window at their earlier selves. "And we aren't leaving. Why aren't we leaving?" Just then she found a marble stone on the pumpkin and must have decided that she wanted to get them caught because she whirled it through the window before it broke the jar in Hagrid's hut. She made a cute little whimper when she did though so Harry thought at least something good had come of it. She whipped back when she thought she would be seen and tucked half against the pumpkin, and half against Harry and from the air that carried he got a good whiff of her hair again. He inhaled, and thought focus.
"Are you mad?" He asked her. She had to be because she got another stone and whipped it through the window to hit earlier Harry in the back of the head. Another whimper, and he thought it was worth it for the bump she had caused. Harry subconsciously rubbed his head for how painful he remembered his head had stung. Hermione had a good arm.
"Ow, that hurt." He said playing his pitying plea like it would score him points.
"Sorry." She said sweetly, but unaffected. Oh, that would soon be changed. She then turned to her side so that she would have better access to view the scene. Her bum was pressed right against Harry's legs, and he had to clench his hands to stop them from moving to her waist.
"Come on we're coming out the back door. Go." So they made a run for it. They both hid behind two different trees. She brushed the tree branch back to look out. Harry had moved to stand behind her because he didn't know what she was looking at.
"Is that really what my hair looks like from the back?" She asked looking at her own bushy hair as she stepped on a branch. She quickly whipped around so her back was now against the tree. Harry was right in front of her now, and was pressed firmly against her. His hands were on either side of her, and her breath reached the hollow of his neck. He shivered, and let out a breathy sigh right into her ear.
"Hermione," He pleaded or scolded her for stepping on the branch. She let out a quick sigh, and then moved her leg so that Harry's leg was between her own. What is she playing at? He thought. He suddenly realized as she had started to crouch down, and he caught on. She slowly moved back behind the pumpkin patch with her ass sticking out, right into Harry. She turned her head right into his, and their lips barely grazed.
"Okay. Go Harry. Go." She told him. She was quite bossy, and he liked it. Harry started to inch forward, and crows were biting at his feet. He thought the whole situation was almost humorous because all he could think about was that he was going to die before he properly got to kiss her.
"Get off." Then he came face to face with the hippogryph again…Buckbeak to be more specific. Yeah…I'm going to die now, and I had to wait until a situation like this to realize I had balls to act on my feelings. Typical. Harry bowed to Buckbeak, and silently prayed the beast remembered him. And he bowed back. Harry undid the chain, as he heard the door to Hagrid's open. He waited until it closed again.
"Okay, Buckbeak come quickly. Come with us now, okay? Come on." Harry tried to pull on the reigns of the chain to move the enormous animal, but to no veil. He turned his head as if to ask Hermione what to do.
"Keep trying, come on." She said as she gave him an encouraging swat. That's all it took really. Harry pulled again with all his strength until the animal craned its neck. "Buckbeak, okay, quickly. Hurry up, okay?" Harry hoped he didn't look like a weakling in front of Hermione, but he shrugged it off. "Hurry up now Buckbeak, okay?" He pulled again until the animal let out a weird growl, or was it a crow? At least now he was sitting up, and just then Hermione saved him. She had ferrets, which was like doggie treats to hippogryphs. Smart girl Harry concluded.
"Come on. Come on Buckbeak. Come and get the nice dead ferret." Just then Buckbeak jumped up throwing Harry backwards to the ground as Hermione threw the ferret to Buckbeak. She had more to bait him to move. "Come on, it's here. Come on Beaky." Just as he finished devouring the first one he went for Hermione's hand and grabbed the next one. It almost looked like the animal was going to take it off. She let out a gasp, and Harry thought it was cute. They froze as they saw Dumbledore, Fudge, and the executioner coming out of Hagrids. Hermione used the ferrets again to bait Buckbeak to move.
"Come on Buckbeak. Come on." They were now in the woods hidden behind trees when the group at Hagrids had realized that he was missing.
"Where is it? I saw the beast just now…not a moment ago! Fudge asked
"How extraordinary" Dumbledore added.
Buckbeak came behind Hermione and tried to grab at the dead ferret around her neck, and she raised her hands in annoyance. Harry laughed to himself. She's a pistol.
"Well we must search the grounds." Fudge demanded.
"Well search the skies if you must Minister. Meanwhile I'd like nice cup of tea or a large brandy would be nice. Oh executioner your services are no longer required. Thank you." Dumbledore said like a giddy kid. The executioner smashed a large pumpkin out of fury. Harry and Hermione had already broken out into a run into the forest with Buckbeak following behind hoping to get a ferret. Hermione threw him one, and laid the last on the ground.
"Now what?" Harry asked.
"We save Sirius."
"How?" Harry asked baffled.
"No idea." Hermione said as she was already running forward. Harry followed after her. They stopped when they were facing the Whomping Willow.
"Look its Lupin. And Snape's coming." Suddenly, standing there with Hermione by his side for what seemed like an eternity (with no one the wiser) Harry realized he could do it forever. That this wasn't just lust or raging hormones, but it was so much deeper. It was just the simplicity in knowing she was always with him, and he planned to make sure that she always was. He wanted more. He wanted her. He even entertained the thought of loving her, but he didn't like that word just because he had never heard it enough growing up to believe it even existed. But he knew it did because what other word could describe what he felt for Hermione? That had to be it, but he wouldn't let himself admit it just yet.
"And now we wait." Harry said. She nodded.
"And now we wait." They sat down against a tree, and waited. Bats flew by them, and it was the closest thing to romantic that the situation would allow. Buckbeak was snacking on the bats and having a good time. Harry was having just as much fun being with the only person in the world he wanted to be alone with. It wasn't in an atmosphere he would have liked, but it never was really, and that's why he loved it.
"At least someone's enjoying himself." Hermione said watching Buckbeak. Harry felt the slight twinge of hurt at that statement.
"Yeah." He decided if that's how she felt then best not pour his heart out at the given time.
"Hermione?"
"Yeah?"
"Before…down by lake when I was with Sirius… I did see someone. That someone made the Dementor's go away."
"…With a Patronus." She added because she knew everything. He turned to her surprised that she knew. "I heard Snape telling Dumbledore. According to him only a really powerful wizard could have conjured it."
"It was my Dad. It was my Dad who conjured the Patronus." Harry concluded.
"But Harry… you- your Dad's-"
"Dead. I know." He said a little harsher then he meant to. But he did know and he didn't want her to think he was some barking lunatic. Even so, he felt a little gut wrench when he saw he had hurt her. "I'm just telling you what I saw." Harry said as he turned around at war with himself to apologize and tell her everything or just leave it be. Before he could decide anything she was up.
"Here we come." She said. He decided to smooth things over with telling her something else of importance, something he wanted to tell her anyways.
"You see Sirius talking to me there?"
"Mmm hmm."
"He's asking me to come and live with him."
"That's great."
"When we free him I'll never have to go back to the Durley's. It'll just be me and him. We can live in the country…someplace you can see the sky. I think he'll like that after all those years in Azkaban." He was happy when he saw her happy for him and smiling. The awkward tension was gone. They turned back to watch the scene as Lupin changed into a werewolf.
"Let's go." Harry said taking off. They stopped when they saw the earlier Harry being cornered by the werewolf. Hermione then made a howling nose. Harry placed his hands over her mouth to stop her from getting them killed. She whipped them off.
"What are you doing!?"
"Saving your life." She made another howling noise.
"Thanks." He said, meaning it. She had saved his life countless other times in countless other ways. "Great. Now he's coming for us."
"Yeah. Didn't think about that. Run!" She said holding his arm before taking off, yet again. They ran, and ran and then Harry fell, but she didn't leave him for a second and went to help him up. Now they were clutching hands, and then they ran behind a tree. He knew it was a near death situation, and he shouldn't be thinking things like how cute she looked flushed, but he was. He really couldn't help it. She was so close. He heard her whimper, and move them around the tree. Her breath was on his chest, his neck, his ear tempting the shit out of him. Then she moved them again, and they turned to see the werewolf right in front of them. Harry grabbed Hermione close to him. Just then Buckbeak was flying through the air towards Lupin. They were battling, and Harry needed to see if Hermione was alright. He moved to put his back to the tree when she buried her face in his chest.
"That was so scary."
"Shhh-- hey. Hey look at me." When she did he realized how close their faces were. He took his hands and smoothed them over her face to reassure her. "You're alright now. I'm not gonna ever let anything bad happen to you, okay?"
"Okay…same here." They were so close he couldn't stop himself. So he moved his hand until it was under her chin and it was pointed up at him. Then his face was moving as if by a magnetic force to hers. His nose grazed hers, and he moved it to smooth over her cheek. Then he moved it behind her ear to breath in the scent of her hair.
"Harry." She said in a throaty hush into his neck. He could feel the heat from her breath and that was it for him. He couldn't contain himself, not for all the time in the world because this moment may never come again. He put his hand on the back of her neck and with a little more force then he intended smashed his lips to hers. At first she didn't respond, probably out of the shock of it. But then she pushed her lips back to his. That wasn't enough for him…not after all the bloody waiting he did. So he daringly slid his tongue out across her lips and when he felt her mouth open in a gasp he opened his as well and slipped it in. It didn't take her long to do the same, and soon their mouths were at war. Tongues were circling around each other, teeth were biting lips, and still Harry's thirst was not satisfied. He moved them so that Hermione was now pushed against the tree. He knew she felt the bulge below saying hello, but he couldn't bring himself to care. His hands were on her waist, and hers were in his hair. Suddenly he wanted all of her. He tore his mouth from hers with a gasp, and moved his lips to her chin to suck on it. Then he moved along her jaw line and planted kisses up until he came to her ear lobe, and he sucked, and nibbled until he heard her whimper.
"Harryyy. Ugh, what are we doing? We-we have to stop. Have to-hmmm." He didn't quite understand what "hmmm" meant but he was sure it wasn't a bad thing. So he continued his work on her neck, sucking and biting. He slid his tongue across the hollow of her throat, and put his lips against it in an open mouthed kiss. He swore he heard her hiss. Wait, is she a parselmouth now too?
"Harryyy. Harry what-what are you doing to me?" In a little more of throaty voice then he wanted to sound he looked into her eyes and answered. "What you do to me every time I look at you." Her jaw fell. She was shocked, but how could she be? Why would he just kiss her just to kiss her for not apparent reason? Before he could hear her answer the wind around them blew and they looked up to see the Dementors starting on their way.
"Sirius." Harry said determined to save his godfather, despite how much he wanted to stay behind and snog Hermione that it hurt. "Come on." He said grabbing her hand and running back through the forest. They stopped when they were looking at Sirius surrounded by the Dementors.
"This is horrible." Hermione said.
"Don't worry, my Dad will come." He reassured. "He'll conjure the Patronus." They watched as more Dementors came after Sirius, and the Harry across the lake.
"Any minute now. Right there. You'll see."
"Harry listen to me. No one's coming."
"Don't worry he will. He will come." But now Harry wasn't so sure because he was still watching Sirius and himself, the happiness being sucked out of them by the Dementors.
"You're dying…both of you." He heard her say in a distant voice like she didn't want to believe it herself and Harry couldn't take it. He wouldn't let himself die, not when he had just had one of the best, if not THE best moment of his life not more then five minutes before. It wasn't fair. Why should he be deprived of happiness? No. He wouldn't let the Dementors suck his life away. He ran a few feet until he thought he was close enough and pulled out his wand, yelling with everything in him that wanted happiness, that wanted to continue that kiss with Hermione, and that wanted to save Sirius.
"EXPTO PATRONUM!" Just then a huge light flared from his wand, and the Dementors began to swarm away from it. The light continued until they were all gone. Harry couldn't believe it was him that he had seen earlier, that he had that kind of power inside of him.
Out of breath, and exhausted Harry turned back to Hermione who awaited him with a smile. He took her hand and led her onto Buckbeak first, and then came behind her so that he could hold her steady. Harry knew Hermione was afraid of flying, and he took humor in this. Once they were up in the air though, he vocalized what had been on his mind.
"You were right Hermione. It wasn't my Dad I saw earlier. It was Me. I saw myself conjuring the Patronus before. I knew I could do it this time because…well I'd already done it. Does that make sense?" He asked a frightened Hermione in front of him.
"No! But I don't like flying! AHHHH!" She let out a deafening high-pitched scream when Buckbeak decided to drop lower to the ground. Harry's arms moved around to Hermione's waist so he was hugging her tight to him. His chest was heaving from laughing at her.
"Do you find this humorous?" She scolded in a teasing tone looking over her shoulder and pressing herself more closely against Harry's front, no doubt to torture him before he plumitated off Buckbeak to his death.
Hmmph. He whimpered into her hair as he tightened his arms around her waist. No doubt she couldn't feel the friendly bulge again, but if she was going to be lethal then so would he. He pressed his lips close her ear and a little more gruffly then he realized said "No. Nothing humorous about it." Maybe Hermione didn't realize it, but she gasped slightly and arched her back so she was even closer then before. Suddenly Harry's hands had a mind of their own and they slipped until they were down at her sides, across her hips, and then landed on her upper thighs were he gripped down roughly. Again his lips came right near ear where he breathed deeply. She shuddered.
"Hermione… don't push me." He said insistently. And then she threw her head back a little so that her neck was exposed.
"Push you?" She laughed a breathy laugh. Harry didn't think she realized it, but to him her voice had never seemed huskier or more appealing then it did. "You-she said this while pushing her back closer to Harry to emphasize that he was in fact the "you" she was referring to-you're the one who started this." Then she wiggled her ass right into him, and even if it was unintentional Harry knew if he didn't have her by the end of the night he would surely die from either blood loss to his brain, or blood being lodged internally to his southern regions. He dropped his head to her shoulder to compose himself. Then he smelt her alluring scent and decided it was beyond his control. He placed an open mouthed kiss on her shoulder, and moved up her neck an sucked on her till she threw her arms up around his head to push him more closely to her. I guess she got over her fears of flying? He decided to take advantage of her current position and moved his hands slowly back up until he was gripping her breasts fiercely. He heard her make a low throaty noise between a moan and a whimper, and almost lost it right there. He put his lips to her ear again before speaking.
"And I finish every thing I start." He said before sliding his tongue across the shell of her ear, which caused her to grab chunks of his hair and tug his head closer until he was afraid he wouldn't be able to breath from suffocation.
"Good." Just then Harry raised his head to see that Buckbeak was rapidly heading closer to the ground and with their current positions it was a wonder they hadn't fallen off yet. Hermione also threw her head back up to see what was going on. She gasped, no doubt, frightened again by the fast approaching ground. She threw her back closer to Harry telling him to protect her, but her ass went right into his hardness that he was trying so hard to forget about. And in the one shove of her back, he lost all sanity. He wrapped one arm around her waist, his face coming over her shoulder so he could hear her rapid breathing. He pushed into her once, holding his breath and she stiffened, which pushed his erection further against her ass. He lost his reserve and let himself spill out against her. They were both breathing heavily when it was over, and suddenly he felt like a big ass git. He dropped his head against her shoulder, and sighed into her back.
"I'm sorry. God…I'm so bloody sorry Hermione. I just… I couldn't control it any longer." She placed her hand over his that lay on her waist, and patted it.
"It's okay Harry. I guess now you've finished what you started." She said, chuckling a nervous laugh. Harry snapped his head up and was suddenly insulted that that's what she thought he had meant. He had wanted to finish for them both. He leaned in close to her ear, and brushed his nose against it.
"That's not exactly what I had in mind." He said softly as he intertwined his fingers with hers that were still resting on top of her waist. He could hear her heart ramming against her chest, and how she was trying to control her erratic breathing.
"Oh." Was all she said as if realizing the inevitability that they both were going to finish this whole thing later. Harry felt the slight twinge of hurt and guilt that he was pressuring her to do too much too soon. He slowly tried to remove his fingers from hers and as he was removing his arm she stopped him by placing her arm forcefully on top of his. She tilted her head as if to question why he was suddenly withdrawing from her. Then she read his mind, just like she always did. "No Harry. I didn't say I didn't want to so don't assume things." And just then they had reached the ground with a thud, and even though there were other important matters to deal with at the moment the night was still young, and full of possibilities…