The Ghost of You and Me

Chapter One:

The war was finally over. Voldemort was defeated and thousands were saved from his horrible wrath. Harry Potter, the boy who lived, stood against his foe and struck the final blow that took his mortal enemy's life forever. Voldemort had destroyed nearly everyone and everything Harry held dear. First his parents, leaving him to live for years in complete agony with his mother's sister and her family the Dursley's. When Harry learned the truth about his parents and himself, he felt as if he was finally given a chance at happiness. That was until he learned the truth of his parent's deaths and he was the one person Voldemort had failed to destroy. Learning that you are a wizard would be hard enough to swallow, much less learning you are a wizard with a target on your back. Everyone thought Voldemort had been destroyed that fateful night when he tried to kill Harry. Instead of Harry being killed, Voldemort was destroyed leaving Harry with a constant reminder of that night, a lightning bolt scar on his forehead. He couldn't go anywhere in the wizarding world without someone whispering and saying things about “the boy who lived.” If he hadn't had his best friends, Ron and Hermione with him, he probably would have gone mad a long time ago. Harry couldn't deny that sometimes he almost wished that Voldemort would come and take him away from all this pain, but one look at his best friends' who always stood so strong and proud beside him always gave him the courage to fight.

The last seven years of his life had been the most difficult. Along the way he had lost so many people he held dear. First Cedric fell at Voldemort's hands, then his beloved Godfather Sirius was killed by Voldemort's wench Bellatrix, Professor Dumbledore betrayed by Snape whom he had so foolishly trusted, and tonight...tonight he had lost Lupin, Tonks, Hagrid, and Ginny. If that wasn't horrible enough, Harry's best friend Ron was barely clinging to life. He just didn't know if he could handle losing him on top of everything else.

Harry looked around at the faces of everyone who stood by Ron's bedside. Molly and Arthur held on tightly to each other, crying for the child they lost and the child whose fate had yet to be decided. Fred and George stood behind their parents each with an arm around them, looking solemnly down at their fallen brother their eyes that almost always sparkled with mischief now sparkled with unshed tears. Luna and Neville, both covered in gashes, bruises, and grime from the battle looked on with tears in their eyes. Then there was Hermione. She sat beside Ron on his bed, holding his hand, tears streaming from her big brown eyes. Seeing her so upset made Harry's heart hurt even more.

Harry had known since the end of their sixth year that his feelings for Hermione had grown from friendship to love. He wasn't quite sure when it had happened. Maybe it was when she rallied their classmates to stand with him as Dumbledore's Army, maybe it was when she stood with him as they fought Voldemort's death eaters, or maybe it was when she held him as she cried for his Godfather. He'd come to realize it didn't really matter when he had fallen in love with her, he just knew he loved her so desperately. Harry wanted nothing more than to go to her, pull her into his embrace and keep her there forever, but he knew he couldn't do that. Hermione and Ron had always had a strange sort of relationship. Everyone knew they fancied each other, but neither of them ever acted on it. Ron would send her looks from across the table or the room, but the moment she looked at him he would pretend to be looking at something else. Anytime Harry mentioned it to him he would fiercely deny such a ridiculous accusation. Harry thought Hermione felt the same way Ron did. During their fourth year they had the Yule Ball. It was obvious to Harry that Ron was jealous to see Hermione there with Viktor Krum. Ron watched them all night long, jealousy radiating from his body. After an argument with Ron about Viktor, Hermione told him next time to ask her to the dance first before someone else and not to ask her as a last resort. That proved to Harry that she cared more for Ron than just a friend. Now watching her at Ron's side, it seemed to prove that she still felt that way. Harry bit back tears as he slowly backed out of the room. He just wanted to get away and go somewhere he'd always felt happy. He made his way to the darkened side of the Quidditch field and fell hard onto the grass. As he lay there looking up at the stars, all of the tears he had been holding onto began to fall down his cheeks. His body began to shake as choked sobs came. There alone on the Quidditch field, he finally let himself go.

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Hermione wiped the tears from her face as she looked down at her fallen friend. She couldn't believe what had happened just hours ago. Voldemort was defeated. Everyone was safe...Harry was finally safe. The moment she saw him fall by Harry's hand, for a brief moment Hermione felt a wave of happiness wash over her. Then as she looked around at all of their fallen friends, the weight of what had actually happened settled on her chest. So many people had died by Voldemort's hand, so many of their friends. When Ron was taken back inside Hogwarts to be treated, Hermione felt as if her heart would never mend if anything were to happen to him. Ron and Harry were the two people Hermione cared about most in her life. They were her best friends and they had been through so much together in the last seven years. Life without either of them just seemed unbearable. Finally tearing her eyes from Ron's still form, she saw the others standing behind her. Ron's family, Luna, and Neville, all crying over those they had lost and the possibility of losing Ron. She frowned in confusion when Harry was no where to be found. She quietly left the room, not at all surprised when no one acknowledged her as she slipped out of the room. She had to find Harry. First she tried the Gryffindor common room and the boy's dorms, then she tried Hagrid's cabin trying desperately not to think about the fact that Hagrid would no longer open the door with his great big smile and offer them tea and uneatable treats. She was on the verge of tears when her eyes saw the darkened Quidditch field. Hermione dashed across the courtyard and headed to the field. It only took her a moment to find him. He was laying on the grass in a darkened corner of the field. She slowly walked toward him wringing her hands nervously not quite sure what to say to him. Hermione had known for quite some time now that she had fallen for her best friend, it just wasn't the friend who had her attention early on in her seven years at Hogwarts. Ron was a wonderful guy and a fiercely loyal friend whom Hermione knew she would love always, but it was Harry not Ron who now held her heart. Of course no one knew how she felt. Everyone kept expecting her and Ron to become something she knew wouldn't make either of them happy. Ron's infatuation with her is part of what kept her from telling Harry how she really felt, but the main reason was plain old fear. What if he didn't feel the same way? What if it ruined their friendship and she lost him forever? She just couldn't bear the thought of never looking into his beautiful green eyes again and hearing him laugh at some ridiculous thing she's said. Tonight she had almost lost him to Voldemort. Could she really go on after everything that's happened without telling him how she felt? It was a risk she was afraid she was going to have to take.

When she finally reached him, she sat down beside him, hugging her knees to her chest. Harry sat up with a heavy sigh.

“How's Ron?” he asked, his deep and masculine voice sending chills down her spine.

“The same. What are you doing out here Harry?”

He refused to meet her gaze, “I just had to get out of there. I mean Ron...Ron may die and it's all my fault.”

“That's not true!”

“Yes it is,” Harry's voice quavered. “Maybe we'd have all been better off is I'd never gotten my letter from Hogwarts.” Hermione seized his face in her hands, forcing him to look into her eyes. When he finally looked at her, she saw tears streaming down his cheeks.

“Don't you ever say that,” her voice cracked with emotion. “All of this happened because it was meant to be, Harry. Everyone knew the consequences when we stood with you tonight. If Ron were sitting here, he'd tell you to stop being an irrational git and be happy that you saved so many innocent lives from Voldemort's wrath.”

Harry's chin began to tremble as fresh tears fell down his cheeks. He pulled her roughly to him in a fierce hug, clinging desperately to her, so afraid to let her go. Hermione let her tears fall freely, soaking his shirt, not thinking about anything but how good it felt to be in his arms. Harry's arms tightened around her small waist as if he were afraid she'd disappear. Neither were sure how long they sat there holding each other, but Harry was the first to begin to pull away. He pulled away just far enough so he could look into her eyes. He gently took her face in his hands, wiping at her tear stained cheeks. Hermione's breath caught in her throat, anticipating what was going to happen next. Harry leaned in closer, gently brushing his lips across hers, pulling back to gage her reaction. Before he could look into her eyes, she leaned back into him, pressing her lips more urgently against his. To her surprise, she felt Harry bury his hands in her abundant waves as he pulled her closer to him. A soft moan escaped her lips as he teased her with his tongue, his hands moving to her waist inching underneath her shirt to caress the bare skin of her back. Her body began to shiver in anticipation, not knowing what would happen, but knowing she wanted to share a part of herself she hadn't shared with anyone.

She wasn't exactly experienced with this kind of thing, but in fourth year she did have a relationship with Viktor Krum. They had of course kissed and touched, but nothing more. Hermione knew Harry and Cho dated just last year, their relationship ending at the end of that school year. Part of her couldn't help but wonder if he and Cho had ever touched each other the way she wanted him to touch her. She forced those thoughts from her mind as she focused on what Harry was doing. His hands massaged her bare back, slowly moving around her to gently brush the undersides of her breasts. Even though they were still covered in the lace from her bra and his fingers barely touched her, she felt a bolt of heat shoot straight to her core causing her to gasp in surprise.

Harry took it as a sign to continue his exploration of her body. For the past year he'd been imaging what it felt like to touch her soft skin and kiss her perfect lips. It was as if his most fevered wish was coming true. After Cho, Harry had become very well acquainted with the female form and where to touch to get a certain kind of response. She had been his first, and he had cared for her deeply, but toward the end of his sixth year he realized it just wasn't meant to be. Cho couldn't quite understand why he was breaking up with her, but Harry never told her the real reason. There was only one reason...Hermione. He didn't want to lead her on any longer and pretend anymore. He'd told everyone, including Ron and Hermione that with Cho leaving Hogwarts they just decided it best to end things, but only Harry knew the real reason.

He wanted to make sure he took things slow and easy with her and vowed to stop if he saw signs of reluctance. So far she had met him kiss for kiss, touch for touch, without any hesitation. He felt her hands reach underneath his shirt, running over his firm chest and up his back. She'd fantasized about this for so long, she almost felt the need to pinch herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming. Before she lost her nerve, she gathered up his shirt and pulled it over his head revealing his beautiful form. Hermione looked at him, drinking in his image, burning it into her brain for all eternity. She took a deep breath before quickly discarding her shirt as well, leaving her sitting in front of him in her pink lace bra. Harry stared at her for a moment feeling his jeans tighten even more around his groin, his body aching with need to touch her and feel her quiver with need for him. He could see desire in the depths of her big brown eyes, but he also saw uncertainty. His eyes fell to the cut that ran across her stomach, a wound she had gotten during battle. He brushed his lips softly against the cut flesh before pulling her to him once more, taking her lips in a searing kiss. She shivered as his hands reached around her back to unclasp her bra. She felt it tighten for a moment before it fell loosely around her shoulders. Her heart thudded loudly in her chest as her bra joined their shirts on the grass behind them. Harry laid her down, his eyes raking over her nearly naked form. Her pert breasts rose and fell as she breathed nervously under Harry's burning gaze.

“You are so beautiful,” he murmured as he kissed her once more, his hands gently kneading her breasts bringing her nipples to rock hard peaks almost instantly. His lips began to burn a path from her neck to her collar bone, until he took one of the hardened peaks into his warm mouth. Hermione gasped, her hands immediately burying themselves into his unkempt hair, holding him in place. She writhed underneath him, almost wanting to cry from the pleasure just his mouth on her sensitive flesh was giving her. He quickly switched to the other breast giving it the same attention he had bestowed on the other. His hands moved between their hot bodies to the button of her jeans, quickly undoing them before reaching inside to touch her most intimate spot. Hermione's body immediately rose to meet his searching hands, urging him to touch her more. He slowly slid his hand underneath the edge of her knickers as his mouth continued to assault her breasts. Her breath was coming in short pants as Harry buried his fingers inside her warmth. She arched her back as his fingers worked their magic on her senses. Hermione felt a fire begin to burn deep within her until she felt as though she would melt right then and there. Before she knew it, she felt her muscles spasm as a wave of intense pleasure rocked her small frame. He slowly withdrew his hand, bringing his lips back up to hers. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him tightly to her chest. Once she'd regained some of her composure, she ran her hands down his chest to the waist of his jeans. She could feel him straining against the zipper of his jeans, begging to be released. She quickly unbuttoned his jeans, her small trembling hands reaching inside. Harry groaned in pleasure as she took his throbbing member in her hands. She stroked him gently, smiling in satisfaction as he eyes closed, his facial expression showing just how much pleasure she was giving him. He knew if he let her continue touching him that he wouldn't last long. He reached down and tugged her jeans and knickers down her long, shapely legs, smiling when she nervously placed her hand over her womanhood, looking slightly embarrassed. Harry quickly rid himself of the rest of his clothes before kissing his way back up her body. She opened herself up to him, welcoming him into her arms, wanting him to love her. He kissed her again with all the passion and love he felt for her. She was so overcome that she felt she might cry. Harry knew the next part was not going to be pleasant for her, so he entered her quickly burying himself deep inside her. She cried out in pain for just a second. It took all of his control to keep himself from moving inside her. His need was so strong, but he didn't want to move until she was ready. Slowly she began to move underneath him, telling him without words that she was ready. He began to move his hips slowly at first. Hermione moaned as she felt the fire begin to burn inside her once more. She began to rise and meet Harry's hips with her own, creating a rhythm together that had their hearts racing. Their bodies began to glisten in the moonlight as a sheen of sweat coated their writhing forms. Harry never felt this kind of pleasure before in his life. He didn't want this moment to end, yet part of him thought he'd die if it didn't. Hermione felt her release approaching. She dug her nails into his back as she felt herself falling over the edge once more. The moment he felt her closing around him, he fell over the edge as well.

They lay there for a while, Harry placing soft kisses over her face and lips, Hermione enjoying the feel of his weight on top of her and the completeness she felt with him still inside her. Reluctantly, Harry slowly withdrew from her warm body and Hermione immediately missed his fullness inside her. He sat up and began to distribute their clothes with a sly smile on his handsome face.

“We'd better get dressed before someone catches us.” He laughed when he saw the blush creep into her cheeks. A couple of minutes later they were both fully dressed, but neither was sure what to do next. Harry pulled her to him, holding her close as he planted soft kisses in her hair. Hermione rained kisses along his neck making him shiver once more. They stood in their embrace, both completely unaware that someone was coming up behind them.

“Harry!” Neville yelled, his voice winded from running across the field. Harry and Hermione immediately stepped away from each other, both wearing guilty looks. Neville was completely oblivious and didn't let on that he suspected anything out of the ordinary. “Harry, I've been looking everywhere for you. It's Ron.”

Harry felt his heart stop in his chest, “What? Is he...dead?”

“No, he's awake and he's asking for you. For both of you.” Relief rushed through them with the news of their friend's recovery, but it was quickly replaced by dread. How could they face Ron after what just happened between them? Harry knew Ron liked Hermione and he let what he wanted get in the way of that. Harry and Hermione risked a quick glance at each other before they fell into step behind Neville as they made their way back to the castle. Hermione moved closer to Harry and took his hand in hers. He smiled down at her and gave her hand a squeeze. They were still holding hands as they walked into the hospital. Ron was trying to sit up in bed with Luna's help, much to his mother's objection. He looked horrible. He was paler than usual, if that was possible, and dark circles had formed around his eyes. Ron gave Luna a grateful smile once he was sitting up in his bed. He looked toward the door and was relieved when he saw his two best friends.

“Harry, Hermione,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I guess we won.”

Harry gave him a half smile, “I guess so. I'm still here.” He paused for a moment, “I'm glad you're okay.”

He nodded, “Yeah.”

“I'm so sorry Ron.”

“For what?”

“For everything that happened. If it wasn't for me none of you would have been in danger and...so many wouldn't have died.”

Ron looked over at his parents who were looking down at him with tears running down their cheeks. Fred and George continued to stare down at the floor saying nothing. His chin began to tremble as tears began to fall down his cheeks, “Ginny...” his voice cracked as he began to speak. “Ginny died fighting to help you kill the most evil wizard ever to walk this Earth. The same for the others. Sirius, Dumbledore, Ginny, and all the others knew what we were up against and they knew the risks.” Harry felt fresh tears fall from his bright green eyes. Ron took a deep breath, “Don't keep blaming yourself. The only one to blame is Voldemort and you saved the rest of us from him.” Harry still gripped Hermione's hand in his own. He felt her step up even closer to him and wrap her other hand around his arm, leaning her head against his shoulder. Harry could have sworn he saw something flash in Ron's eyes, but he wasn't quite sure what it was. All Harry knew was that he just couldn't bring himself to let Hermione go just yet. He needed her too much. Suddenly Madame Pomfrey came rushing in sending everyone except for Luna who had begun helping her in the hospital earlier that year. Luna had discovered a desire to heal others after their battle with the death eaters the year before, and Madame Pomfrey was happy to have someone to take under her wing and teach what she knew.

Once everyone was outside of the hospital, they stood there in awkward silence. Arthur gently rubbed his wife's shoulder as he cleared his throat.

“We'd better go tend to Ginny dear, now that we know Ron is okay.” Molly simply nodded against her husband's chest. It wasn't until then that Harry let go of Hermione's hand and walked up to them. He placed an unsure hand on Molly's shoulder causing her to look up at him.

“I'm so sorry.” Molly pulled Harry to her in an almost crushing embrace. He said nothing and let her hold him, feeling another set of arms surround him as Arthur hugged him as well. Molly finally pulled away and looked up at him with a sad smile, the love she'd always shown him shining in her eyes despite her pain.

“Harry, you are so much like our own. It wouldn't have been any easier to lose you. None of this is your fault. Ginny...we will see her again someday.” Molly's face crumbled into tears once more and buried her face in Arthur's chest again. Arthur offered Harry and Hermione a sad smile as she turned to his sons.

“Come Fred, George.” He looked at Harry again, “Tell Ron we'll be back in the morning.” Harry simply nodded as he watched the Weasley's apparate, leaving Harry, Neville, and Hermione behind.

After a moment of awkward silence, Neville spoke, “We're all exhausted. We'd better head back to the dorms and get some sleep.” As if being led by a leash, they both followed Neville toward the Gryffindor common room. It was so quite inside. The rest of the students at Hogwarts had been sent home a couple weeks back when the news of the pending war came. Only those willing to stay and fight had remained behind. As they looked around the empty room, none of them could bring themselves to going up to their own beds.

“Why don't we all sleep in here tonight? I really don't feel like being alone after what's happened,” Hermione suggested. Harry and Neville nodded their response. She quickly summoned blankets and pillows for each of them, then lay down between Harry and Neville feeling tired all the way to her bones, yet she didn't want to sleep. They had only been laying down for a few minutes when they heard the sound of Neville starting to snore softly. Harry and Hermione laughed softly at their friend. He reached over and took her hand in his. That was the only invitation she needed. She turned over and nuzzled his neck as she settled into his arms.

“Goodnight Harry,” she whispered against his lips. He closed his eyes, reveling in the sweet kiss she placed on his lips. He made no move to deepen the kiss, knowing neither of them could act on their feelings with Neville asleep just a few feet away from them. Harry broke their kiss and smiled down at her.

“Goodnight `Mione.” She laid her head on his chest and let the steady sound of his heartbeat lull her to sleep.

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Chapter Two:

When Harry woke the next morning, he was alone in the common room. He sat up and yawned, looking around for any sign of Hermione or Neville, but saw none. His eyes locked on a small piece of parchment laying on the table beside his glasses. Harry picked it up and immediately recognized Hermione's handwriting.

Harry,

We didn't want to wake you. We thought you could use the rest. Why don't you grab a shower and meet us downstairs for breakfast?

Love,

Hermione

It wasn't until then that Harry realized how hungry he really was. He headed upstairs to

grab a change of clothes, then took a quick shower. Twenty minutes later, he was heading to the dining hall to find Neville and Hermione. When he opened the doors, he was met with a standing ovation and applause from all the students and teachers of Hogwarts. Harry wondered how they managed to get the students back so quickly as a deep blush crept into his cheeks. His green eyes scanned the Gryffindor table for those brown eyes that always knew how to calm him. She gave him a smile that he knew was only reserved for him. Harry moved to his reserved seat beside her, receiving slaps on the back from Dean and Seamus. Hermione gave his hand a comforting squeeze as the applause faded and Headmistress McGonagall stood to speak.

“Welcome back students. So much has happened the weeks you have been gone. Voldemort has been destroyed for good and we can finally feel safe once more.” Another round of applause erupted and McGonagall waited patiently for it to subside before she began again. “However wonderful that bit of news it, it pales to the heartache we all feel for those of us who fell against him. It's my unfortunate duty to tell you the names of our fallen friends.” She took a shaky breath as she began again, “Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks, Rubeus Hagrid, and Ginny Weasley.” An audible gasp was heard throughout the great hall. Harry stared blankly at his empty plate, wanting nothing more than to be anywhere but there. When he raised his eyes and looked around the table, the once happy and jovial faces were now masks of sadness and despair for their fallen friends. He felt Hermione grab a hold of his hand as if she knew he needed her. He looked over at her and gave her a grateful smile before returning his attention back to Professor McGonagall. “They will always be remembered for their bravery and sacrifice. However heavy our hearts are we must also recognize those of us who fought and are still with us today. Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, Ronald Weasley, Hermione Granger, Fred and George Weasley, Arthur and Molly Weasley, all of the professors you see sitting before you now, Alastor Moody, and last but definitely not least...Harry Potter.” The applause started at the mention of the first name and slowly grew louder. Neville, Hermione, and Harry looked down embarrassed from the attention they were getting. “Now as for your final week here at Hogwarts, final exams have been canceled.” That announcement was met by another loud cheer. “However, all seventh years are required to take their final NEWTs before graduation. I suggest you spend this week studying. Your exams will take place in four days. With that said, let us all enjoy our breakfast feast.”

Suddenly a feast appeared before their eyes that was usually only reserved for holidays. They all dug into their food, wanting to eat quickly then get away from the hall as fast as possible. Once Neville, Harry, and Hermione were outside the door they all let out a great sigh of relief.

“Did you know that was going to happen?” Harry asked, his irritation evident in his voice.

“We hadn't a clue, Harry. Honest,” Neville said and Harry immediately believed him.

“Why don't we go check on Ron?” Hermione suggested. They turned and made their way to the hospital just in time to see Ron being spoon-fed porridge by a smiling Luna. Ron looked perfectly capable of holding his own spoon, but he didn't seem to mind being tended to by Luna. Ron jumped in surprise, his face turning twenty different shades of red when he saw his friends standing by the door with amused looks on their faces.

“Are we interrupting something,” Harry asked, his green eyes filled with laughter.

“Of course not! Luna here was just helping me with my breakfast...you know cause I'm so sick.”

“Humph!” Hermione snickered, “You're sick all right.”

“I am,” he exclaimed. “Madame Pomfrey says I have to stay here for at least two more days.”

“I'm sure that's just going to be such torture,” Harry laughed sarcastically. “I'm sure having the lovely Luna as your sick nurse is just awful.” Both Ron and Luna blushed, but Harry missed the jealous look Hermione shot his way.

“Don't get too comfortable in here. We still have to take our NEWTs at the end of the week. McGonagall just announced it during breakfast,” Neville grinned.

“Bloody hell,” he fumed. “We just fought in a war and now we have to worry about NEWTs? You've got to be joking.”

“Not at all. All seventh years have to or we don't graduate,” Hermione smiled in satisfaction.

“Oh, you're really happy about this aren't you?”

“Don't get angry with me Ronald, just because you've never cared about your academics.”

“How's your parents? Have they stopped by today?” Harry asked, trying to change the subject.

“About the same. Dad keeps having to console Mum because she can't stop crying.” Ron gave them a sad smile, “I'm not sure if she'll ever recover.” Harry lowered his eyes, the guilt he felt tearing him apart inside. “Stop it Harry! There's nothing for you to feel guilty about.”

“He's right Harry,” Luna spoke for the first time in her usual singsong voice. “The war was inevitable. Voldemort would have found a way to return with or without you.”

Hermione stepped up beside him, “We're just lucky we had you here to fight with us. You and you alone were the one with the power to destroy him. Without you, we'd all be dead at Voldemort's hands.” Suddenly Madame Pomfrey came up behind them, shooing them out of the room.

Neville shrugged his shoulders, “I'm going back to the common room. You guys coming?”

“Well be up in a bit,” Harry said with a smile. Once he was out of sight, Harry grabbed Hermione's hand and led her out of the castle. They didn't stop until they were completely free of any prying eyes.

“Harry, I don't think anyone is following us.”

“I just want to make sure,” he said as they came to a stop behind one of the trees on the far side of the yard. It wasn't till then that he released her hand. They stood there in silence for a moment before Hermione finally spoke.

“Well, are we going to talk about what happened last night?”

“Which bit?” he asked lamely, knowing exactly which bit she was referring to. He sighed heavily, “Last night...last night was...”

“Amazing,” she cut him off. Harry smiled down at her, gently brushing a stray curl from her face.

“Yes it was,” he looked down for a moment. “It just can't happen again.” Hermione felt as if her heart was breaking in two.

“What? But why?”

“Why? Because of Ron. He's my best friend and he's always fancied you. To be quite honest, up until last night I thought you felt that way about him as well.”

“Well, I don't,” she cried out angrily. “I do love him, but only as a brother. Those feelings diminished years ago. My heart...” she paused as tears began to fall down her cheeks. “My heart has and always will belong to you.” Harry pulled her tightly against his chest, breathing in her sweet scent. Hermione pulled away slightly so she could look into his green eyes when she finally told him what she'd been dying to tell him for so long. “I love you Harry Potter. Not because you're `the boy who lived' or because you destroyed Voldemort. I love you because you're my best friend and you've always stood up for what's right and fought for those you love.”

Harry couldn't find his voice. It was like someone had sucked all the air out of the room. Hermione loved him, not Ron. He felt as though his heart grew ten times larger with her heartfelt confession.

“I don't expect you to say it back, but you have to understand. Ron and I will never be together, whether it's what he wants or not. It's you that I want. It's you that I need to make me happy.” Harry couldn't stand it any longer. He crushed his lips to hers, silencing her instantly. She held onto him tightly as they slowly backed up against the tree. Harry's head was telling him to stop this now before it went any further, but his body and his heart were telling him something completely different. Hermione broke the kiss and gave him a wicked smile. “That's more like it,” she whispered, her voice thick with the passion she felt for him. Harry leaned his forehead on her shoulder, her fingers running through his always unruly hair.

“Oh, `Mione, what are we going to do?”

“I don't know, but would you promise me one thing?”

“What?”

“That you won't push me away and that we'll talk about our relationship and make our decisions together?”

“That's three things. You said one,” he teased, earning him a playful slap on the arm. “Okay, I promise.”

“Good,” she smiled, brushing her lips against his once more. She sighed, “I could do this all day.”

“Do you think anyone would miss us?” Harry's lips devoured her neck, earning him a soft moan from her lips.

“Probably,” she reluctantly admitted. “I guess we should head back. We did tell Neville we wouldn't be long.”

“Right,” he said, but neither attempted to move. Hermione ran her hands along the taunt muscles of his back. Harry groaned in frustration, knowing if he didn't stop now that they'd pass the point of no return. As much as he'd love to shag her senseless, he knew it was neither the time nor place. He slowly pulled away from her. Hermione looked up at him with questioning eyes. Her lips were swollen from his kisses and her big brown eyes were almost black with the desire she felt. To Harry, she had never looked more beautiful.

“We have to stop. The last thing we need is for someone to walk up and find us...in a compromising position.”

Hermione blushed, running a nervous hand through her hair, “Of course.”

They managed to gather their wits as they straightened up their clothes. Harry held his hand out for her to take. When she placed her small hand inside his much larger one, she smiled when she thought of how perfectly they fit together. As they made their way back to the castle, Hermione began to think back to all the times they had held hands over the years and wondered why they hadn't realized their feelings for one another sooner. Then a dreadful thought invaded her brain, `What if he doesn't love me back?' She had told him exactly how she felt, but he did not reciprocate those feelings like she'd hoped he would. Hermione knew Harry loved her, but was the kind of love she felt for him? She just didn't know. The sensible part of her said to just ask him, but the other part of her knew she didn't want to pressure him into saying something he just didn't mean. The last thing Harry would ever want to do was hurt her, and Hermione knew this. As they entered the castle and began to ascend the stairs to the Gryffindor common room, Hermione had made her decision. She would not ask Harry how he truly felt about her. If he felt the same way, she was sure he'd tell her in his own time. She just prayed it would be soon. They came to a stop in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady. Harry spoke the password, `licorice wand' and the portrait swung open. When they walked inside, the common room was no longer quiet and empty. It was swarming with Gryffindor students talking and joking loudly, just having a grand time. Several of the seventh year students were huddled in the corner, trying their best to pay attention to the books laid out in front of them, but quite a few of them had let themselves get caught up in something else going on around them. As they walked over to where the seventh year students were, they were ambushed by loads of students asking all sorts of questions.

“Sorry guys,” Harry apologized. “We've got loads of studying to do with the NEWTs and everything.” He guided Hermione through the crowd to where Neville was huddled, trying his best to concentrate.

“Neville, how on earth can you remember anything with all this racket,” Hermione asked as they sat down beside him.

“It wasn't that bad at first,” he gave them a half smile, wincing as someone hit him with a rolled up piece of parchment.

“This is utterly ridiculous,” Hermione sighed heavily. “Why don't we gather our books and go to the library? We'll at least get some quiet there.” Harry ran up to his room to gather his books, while Hermione did the same. Within minutes, the three of them were heading to the library in hopes of finding some peace and quiet. When they got there, they realized they were actually the only ones there. They found an empty table and began to unpack their books. Much to Hermione's surprise, she was actually able to immerse herself in her studies and didn't think about her situation with Harry much at all. They had been studying for a couple of hours when Hermione decided she needed to stretch her legs.

“I'm going to try to find some more information on the Undetectable Poison potion. It was quite tricky if I recall,” she said as she hurried off to search the stacks. She was only gone for a few minutes when Harry stood and stretched. He said nothing to Neville, who had his face buried in one of his beloved Herbology books as he followed the path that Hermione had taken. He found her several rows away from where they had been sitting, her back to him as she flipped through the pages of a large volume. Harry snuck up behind her, wrapped his arm around her slim waist, pulling her flush against his chest. Hermione let out a surprise gasp, almost dropping the book she held in her hands.

“H..Harry, what are you doing?” she asked in a hushed whisper. He took the book from her hands and lay it on the table as his lips devoured her neck.

“What does it feel like I'm doing?” Harry turned her around to face him, his lips crushing hers in an urgent kiss. She moaned against his lips, feeling herself melt into his embrace.

“Harry,” she moaned helplessly against his lips. “We can't do this here. What if Neville walks by?”

“I'll tell him to sod off.” Hermione laughed breathlessly as Harry's wonderful mouth explored every inch of her neck.

“What about what you said earlier about being caught in a compromising position?” Harry groaned in frustration as he slowly released her.

“You're right, I know you are.” He ran his hands through his ebony locks, “It's just hard sitting so close to you out there. All I want to do is touch you and kiss you.” Hermione blushed, smiling up at him slightly embarrassed. “I don't think much of what I've read has stayed inside my head thanks to you.”

“So you're blaming me for your inability to study?”

“No, just my inability to concentrate,” he grinned down at her, stealing another kiss from her lips.

“I know it's hard, but we have to at least try to study, Harry. The NEWTs are important, and we have to pass.”

“You're not actually worried that you won't are you? I mean Ron and I need to worry for sure, but not you.”

“A lot has happened in the last few weeks. Part of me is terrified that I won't remember what I need to remember and I won't pass.”

Harry gently took her face in his hands, “You are going to do great as usual, but I'm afraid the only way Ron and I are going to survive this test is with your help.”

Hermione rolled her eyes, “Honestly, I don't know what you two would do without my notes.” He grinned at her, immediately causing her insides to turn to jelly. “We'd better get back or Neville might suspect something.”

“Neville?” he chuckled. “He had his nose buried in a Herbology book. He probably didn't know we left.”

When they got back to their table, Neville didn't acknowledge their presence, earning Hermione an `I told you so' look from Harry. They settled back in with their books and this time Harry really tried to concentrate on what he was reading. Before they knew it was already time for dinner. They couldn't believe how long they'd been studying. Neville stood up and stretched his long limbs.

“I don't know about you two, but I'm starved. I can't believe we missed lunch.” Both Harry and Hermione nodded as they stood and began to collect their books. They dropped off their things in their rooms before heading to the Great Hall for dinner. The three managed to get through dinner without being asked too many questions about what had happened. It was obvious that none of them wished to relive what had happened. Once they finished dinner, they decided to visit Ron once more. When they arrived, they saw Luna sitting beside him in bed. It looked as if they were trying to study, but Ron kept looking up from his books, eyeing the lovely blonde for a moment before returning to his studies. It was obvious to Harry that Ron was starting to see Luna as the lovely woman she had become. This couldn't please Harry more. Perhaps Ron's growing fondness for Luna will help him get over Hermione. Then they wouldn't have to hide their relationship.

“Oh, hello,” Luna smiled up at them as they approached. “Ron and I were just doing a bit of studying.”

“We can see that. I just don't think what Ron was studying was anywhere in that book in his lap,” Hermione grinned, causing Harry and Neville to chuckle. Ron glared at his best friend.

“Guess what,” Ron asked, trying to change the subject. “Madame Pomfrey says she might release me tomorrow if I continue to do well.”

“That's fantastic, Ron,” Hermione smiled. Harry didn't miss the disappointed look that crossed Luna's face.

“I'm not so sure you should be in such a hurry. It looks like you've got it pretty good here with Luna taking such good care of you,” Harry grinned, earning him an annoyed look from Ron. He never did understand why Ron always seemed to have a problem admitting when he was attracted to someone. Not once in the last seven years had he admitted his feelings for Hermione, and Harry was certain he wasn't going to concede to his attraction to Luna any time soon. Harry wasn't a fan of rejection any more than any other bloke, but if it hadn't been for Ron he would have acted on his feelings for Hermione a long time ago.

“Anyway,” Ron said as he shot daggers at Harry with his eyes. “What have you guys been up to today?”

“Studying,” they all said in unison.

Ron laughed, “Tell me about it. I still say McGonagall is mental for making us take the NEWTs after everything that's happened.”

“Like it or not we still have to do well on these tests if we want to get a decent job.”

Ron rolled his eyes, “Yes Hermione.” They managed to stay and visit with Ron for about half an hour before they were once again told to leave by Madame Pomfrey.

As they made their way back to the common room, Harry pulled Hermione close and whispered in her ear.

“Meet me in the common room tonight at midnight.” He placed a soft kiss on her ear as he pulled away causing her to smile up at him. She gave his hand a squeeze, telling him without words that she'd be there. When they entered the common room, they were each pulled in different directions. Parvati was busy showing Hermione some interesting books she'd read while they were away. Neville was dragged off by a group of fifth year girls who were anxious to hear him talk about what had happened in the final battle. Despite the fact that Neville was no longer an awkward and strange looking boy, he still had a hard time adjusting to the all the female attention he had started receiving in his final year at Hogwarts. Harry was pulled off to the side for a game of wizard's chess with Seamus. Wizard's chess was a game Harry had gotten really good at. As a matter of fact Ron was really the only bloke in Gryffindor who could actually beat him at it, but tonight Seamus was wiping the floor with him. Harry just couldn't concentrate. His eyes kept wandering across the room to find the woman who had captured him mind, body, and soul. If he didn't have her in his arms soon, he felt as though he might explode. Harry honestly didn't know how he had lasted this last year being so close to her, but not being able to express what he feels for her. Today when she told him she loved him was the most wonderful moment in his life. Part of him wanted to tell her he felt the same way, but he kept it inside. With everything that's happened in his life, it's always been so hard to let people get close to him. He was so afraid of losing the people he loved that he somehow thought if he kept his feelings to himself and didn't say them out loud that maybe they'd be safer. The next few hours ticked by slowly. Students finally began to trickle out of the common room as they started to turn in for the night. Harry watched Hermione and Parvati as they turned to go back up to the girl's dorms. Hermione turned and looked over at Harry, giving him a big smile. Harry gave her his most devastating smile before she turned and followed Parvati up to the rooms. Once Hermione was gone, Harry finally turned his attention to the game he was playing with Seamus. It didn't take long for Harry to get his mind back on the game now that Hermione was no longer in the room. Harry grinned triumphantly as he made his final move to win the game.

Seamus glared at his friend, “I thought I finally had you.”

“Maybe next time, Seamus.” Harry stood and gave an exaggerated yawn, “I think I'll turn in for the night. See you in the morning.” Seamus didn't say anything. He just continued to look down at the chess board angrily. Harry chuckled as he made his way up to his room. He changed into a T-shirt and pajama bottoms and climbed into bed, pretending to go to sleep. When he looked at the clock, it was only 10:30. He sighed heavily as he closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. Neville had already turned in, and Harry could hear him snore softly as he slept. About half an hour later, he heard Seamus come in and climb into bed. Harry rolled over and looked at the clock again, happy to see it finally read 11:55. He quietly threw back his covers and crept down the stairs to the common room, confident that his roommates were sound asleep. When he got downstairs, he was happy to see the room was deserted, but disappointed that Hermione wasn't there yet. He sat in a chair near the fire and waited anxiously for her to arrive.

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Chapter Three:

Harry looked at the clock on the wall. It was almost 12:30am and still no sign of Hermione. He stood from his chair and sighed heavily, finally turning to head back upstairs. Harry stopped suddenly when he heard a soft voice whisper his name.

“Harry?” When he turned, he saw Hermione descending the stairs from the girl's dormitory. He quickly turned, went to her and pulled her into his embrace. She sighed, taking comfort in the safety of his arms.

“I thought you weren't coming,” he whispered in her ear.

“I'm so sorry. Parvati wouldn't shut up and go to sleep.” She pulled back so she could look into his beautiful green eyes. “I wanted so badly to be in your arms tonight. The whole time Parvati was talking about all the books she'd read I just kept thinking about how much I wanted you.” He pressed his lips to hers, relishing the softness of her lips against his. He ran his tongue over her bottom lip asking for permission to enter. She happily obliged, moaning softly as his tongue expertly danced with her own. She felt his hands inch their way underneath her shirt to finally cup her breasts. Hermione gasped at the sensations of his hands on her bare skin. She craved his touch and his kisses all over her body, but she knew they couldn't let themselves get lost in each other no matter how badly they wanted to. Getting caught was too big a risk. Almost as if Harry could read her thoughts, he pulled away breathless from their kisses.

“I know,” he whispered as he leaned his forehead against hers, closing his eyes for a moment. “I just want to hold you for a while.” He opened his eyes, one of his famously sexy smiles sliding across his face. “I promise to try to behave.” Hermione laughed breathlessly.

“You behave? That's something I'd have to see to believe.”

“You don't believe me?” he asked, feigning hurt for a moment before shrugging his shoulders. “I suppose you're right. I do tend to break the rules.”

She gently stroked his face, “That's one of the things I love about you.” Harry took her hand and led her over to the fire. He sat down on the floor, leaning his back against the chair, then pulled her into his lap. She leaned back against him, closing her eyes. They sat there in silence simply holding each other, sometimes stealing a kiss before they both drifted off to sleep. Hermione woke with a start a few hours later, looking up at the clock on the wall. It was almost 5am and they were still downstairs in the common room. She looked at Harry's sleeping form, his chin resting on his chest, his glasses still on his face. She felt her heart swell with all the love she felt for him. Hermione hated to wake him, but she knew they both needed to get back into their beds before anyone noticed they were gone. She gently ran her fingers through his hair as she pressed her lips to his. He slowly began to stir. His arms circled her waist, pulling her closer to him.

“`Mione,” he murmured, still not fully waking. She smiled in satisfaction, knowing it was her he was thinking about even in his dreams.

“Harry, we have to get up,” she whispered as she continued to feather kisses all over his face. He finally lifted his head, his eyelids fluttering open, still heavy with sleep. He smiled down at her, hugging her tight against his chest.

“Can't we stay here?”

“I wish we could, but we have to get back upstairs.” He nodded as he slowly stood, stretching his long limbs. He reached his hand down to help Hermione up off the floor. The moment she was standing, her arms went around his neck. “I guess I'll see you in a couple of hours,” she whispered against his ear.

“That's much too long,” he murmured as he kissed her lips once more. He walked her over to her staircase before releasing her with a final kiss.

“Go get some sleep,” she said as she turned to go upstairs. She had only taken a couple of step up when she heard him call to her.

“Hermione?” She looked down at him. He smiled up at her, “I adore you.” She returned his smile before turning and continuing up the stairs. Once she was out of sight, Harry quickly headed across the room and up the stairs to his own room. He climbed into bed and quickly fell asleep, his dreams filled with Hermione.

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When Harry woke the next morning, he quickly dressed and made his way down to the Great Hall hoping to find Hermione there. He couldn't stop the smile that spread across his face with just the thought of her. The way her brown eyes always looked at him with so much love, the way she smiled just for him, the way she loved him was more than Harry ever thought he could hope for. He knew their relationship was new and that they were still so young, but Harry couldn't imagine spending the rest of his life with anyone but her by his side. All he wanted to do was shout out loud how much he loved her, but he knew he still had to keep his feelings in for just a while longer. He had to tell Ron before anyone else found out about his relationship. He owed his friend that much. Harry just prayed Ron would forgive them and they can remain friends. He wasn't sure if he could handle it if Ron ended their friendship, but as long as Hermione was by his side he knew he could somehow get through it.

When he entered the Great Hall, he noticed loads of students crowded around the Gryffindor table. Harry frowned in confusion as he made his way over. He managed to get through the crowd to find his redheaded best friend who seemed to love all the attention he was getting. Ron grinned when he saw Harry coming.

“Harry!” Ron gave him a brotherly hug before moving down to make room for him at the table. Much to Harry's disappointment, he sat in between him and Hermione. She gave him a smile before turning to her breakfast in front of her.

“I guess Madame Pomfrey thinks you're fit enough to be out of the hospital.”

“Thank goodness,” he leaned in to whisper in Harry's ear. “I have to admit that it was nice being nursed by Luna. I know she can be a bit mental at times, but she's really sweet.” He blushed slightly as Harry grinned up at him, “Don't tell anyone I said that.”

“My lips are sealed,” he patted his friend on the back, feeling better about telling him about his relationship with Hermione. Harry stole a quick glance at Hermione who was engaged in conversation with Parvati and Lavender. On their way out of the Great Hall they ran into Luna. Harry didn't miss the cheesy smile that crossed Ron's face at the sight of the lovely blonde.

“Good morning,” she smiled at each of them, but her blue eyes locked on Ron. “How are you feeling today Ron?”

“Better,” he squeaked out, a blush creeping into his cheeks. “H-how are you this morning Luna?”

“Good. I must say it's going to be quite boring up in the hospital without you to make me laugh.”

Ron blushed from head to toe, shuffling his feet nervously. Harry and Hermione had to fight the laughter that threatened to bubble up from inside. “I-if you have time, maybe you can stop by the library a little later. We'll be there studying for the NEWTs practically all day.” Ron shot Hermione an evil glare before turning back to Luna with a smile. Her eyes lit up and she grinned up at him.

“Sure. I have to go up to the hospital now, but I'll try to make it to the library a little later.” She waved over her shoulder as she walked away. Ron watched her walk away with a silly grin on his face. Once she was gone, he looked over at his two best friends and the smile quickly disappeared.

“What?” he asked. “I honestly don't know what you two git's are staring at.” He walked past them leading the way to the common room. Harry and Hermione gave each other a knowing smile before following him up the stairs. Once they got their books, they headed to the library where Neville joined them. They were studying for a couple of hours when Luna showed up. Ron's face lit up immediately at the sight of her walking towards their table.

“Hi. How's studying going?” she whispered.

“Boring,” Ron moaned.

“Ron, there's a book I wanted to get for a bit of reading since we aren't having classes this week. The shelf is a little too high for me. Would you mind helping me reach it?”

“S-sure Luna,” he smiled as he stood to follow her. Neville, Harry, and Hermione watched them walk away. They all laughed softly before returning their attention back to their studies. Ten minutes later, Ron and Luna still had yet to return. Harry leaned over to whisper in Hermione's ear.

“What do you think they're up to?”

She giggled, “They're probably doing what we'd like to be doing right now.” Harry grinned down at her.

“Let's go see.”

“Harry!”she exclaimed. “We are not spying on Ron and Luna.”

“Oh, come on. We have to tell him about us sooner or later. Wouldn't it be nice to know what's going on with Luna? It might help us later.” Hermione closed her eyes, sighing heavily. As much as she hated to admit it, Harry was right. She simply nodded, taking Harry's hand as he led her in the direction Ron and Luna had taken more than fifteen minutes ago. They peaked around every corner until they finally saw them more than ten rows away. Ron had Luna up against one of the bookshelves, snogging her senseless. Harry covered Hermione's mouth with his hand to stop the giggle he knew was threatening to come. They quickly retreated back to their table. Neville looked up from his books with a smirk.

“So, what were they up to?”

“Snogging like mad,” Harry grinned, causing Neville to chuckle. A few minutes later, Ron and Luna came back to the table, both of them straightening their clothes along the way. Ron sat down at the table and immediately returned his attention to the book he had been studying, refusing to look at anyone else. Luna sat down beside him, opened her book and began to read.

A little while later they broke for lunch. Luna reluctantly headed to the Ravenclaw table as the others headed over to Gryffindor. None of them said a word about what had happened in the library with Luna.

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After lunch, they decided to take a break from studying to go outside and enjoy the beautiful weather they were having. The sun was nice and warm. They laid out a large blanket and sat down to enjoy its warmth. Luna had once again joined them. Hermione lay back on the blanket and Harry followed her, laying his head in her lap. She smiled down at him, ruffling his hair affectionately. Lucky for them, Ron seemed to be paying attention to Luna, so he didn't see their interaction. Neville had gone down by the lake to see what kind of plants he could find, leaving the two couples alone. Much to Harry and Hermione's surprise, Luna led Ron away to toward the other end of the lake. Harry took advantage of the moment and stole a quick kiss from Hermione.

“I've been waiting to do that all day,” he smiled up at her. She ran her finger over his lips, wishing she could kiss him the way she really wanted to.

“Me too,” she whispered. “We have to tell Ron. I don't want to hide the way I feel about you.”

“I know we do. Now that Luna's in the picture it should be easier for him to accept.”

She nodded, “I hope so. When are we going to tell him?”

“Tonight I suppose. We can have him meet us in the Room of Requirements. Maybe we won't be interrupted there.”

“How do you think he's going to take it?” Harry shrugged.

“I honestly don't think he's going to be happy about it, but I'm hoping he'll get over it fairly quickly,” he gave her a sad smile. “I can't say that I'd blame him for being upset. I would be if I found out I'd lost my chance with you.” Hermione smiled, a slight blush coloring her cheeks. He reached up to brush a stray curl from her face. She sighed heavily.

“I wish we could tell him now.”

“Me too. I don't want to hide it anymore, but we have to tell Ron first.” A few minutes later, Ron and Luna returned, both of their lips slightly swollen as if they'd just finished a good snogging session. Hermione and Harry didn't say anything. They just smiled at each other. They remained outside for a while longer before returning to their studies. On the way back to the library, Harry casually mentioned to Ron that they should meet in the Room of Requirement later, and that Luna should join them since she's not allowed in the Gryffindor common room. Ron of course thought it was a grand idea and Luna agreed to meet them there around 8pm. She headed back to the hospital, leaving them to their studies. Both Harry and Hermione were so anxious about telling Ron that neither could get much studying done. On the way into dinner that night, Hermione caught Luna and asked her to meet them around 8:15pm instead of 8pm to give them some time to talk to Ron before she got there. She agreed, no questions asked. Harry and Hermione picked at their dinner, barely eating while Ron of course gorged himself as usual. Afterwards, the three of them headed for the Room of Requirement. Ron looked up at the clock with a frown.

“Where's Luna? I did say eight, right?”

“You did, but I asked her to come about 8:15 instead,” Hermione said. Ron looked at her confused.

“Why?”

“So we could have a chance to talk to you before she gets here,” Harry answered.

“Oh, what about?”

Harry took a deep breath, “Well, a lot has changed over the last few days.”

“Oy, you don't have to tell me. Nothing will ever be the same again.”

“What Harry's trying to say is that we've realized that we have feelings for one another.” Ron looked thoroughly confused.

“You're best friends. Of course you have feelings for each other.”

Harry laughed, “Not of the friend sort, Ron. Hermione and I are together . . . as in a couple.” Ron's confusion melted away and was replaced by anger. They felt their hearts drop as they looked at their friend, knowing he wasn't exactly going to give his blessing. Ron said nothing. He just glared at them.

“Ron say something,” Hermione asked, her voice shaky.

“What would you like me to say Hermione? My two best friends sneak around together behind

my back for who knows how long, betraying me and our friendship. Harry, you knew how I felt

about . . . ” He glanced at Hermione then continued to stare at Harry.

“Ron, not once in the last seven years have you told Hermione how you felt. It was you that kept

me from acting on my feelings for her once I'd realized they'd changed.”

“Oh, now noble of you,” he snapped. “And just when did you realize your feelings had changed?”

“Toward the end of last year. That's why I broke up with Cho.” Hermione felt her heart constrict

at Harry's confession, but she continued to remain quiet.

“That's just brilliant. So you've been carrying on for over a year?”

“No. We didn't act on our feelings until just after the war. You were in the hospital and we were

both so afraid of what was going to happen to you,” Hermione defended. “I've known how I feel

about Harry since fifth year. I never dreamed he would feel anything more than friendship for me.

Things just happened and we're sorry we hurt you, but we can't apologize for how we feel about

each other.” Hermione reached out and took Harry's hand, which only seemed to make Ron even

angrier.

“What about Luna? I thought you two . . . ” Harry began, but Ron cut him off.

“You thought what? We're just friends.”

“But we saw you in the library this afternoon,” Hermione argued.

“So now you're spying on me?” he yelled, his face getting redder by the minute.

“We thought you'd be okay with this since you and Luna were together,” Harry said.

“Luna and I are not together,” Ron said through clenched teeth. “A couple of kisses does not

mean a relationship.” They were so caught up in their discussion that none of them realized Luna

had walked in. They turned to her, surprised. When they saw the tears welling in her eyes, they

immediately felt guilty. The expression on her face as she looked up at Ron was one of hurt and

despair. She quickly turned and ran out of the room as her tears began to fall. Ron groaned,

“Bloody hell! Luna, wait . . . ” he called out but she was already gone. He turned back to Harry and Hermione, “Look what you've done. You're just ruining everything.” Ron turned on his heels and stomped out of the room.

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A/N: Sorry it's taken me so long to get a new chapter out to you guys. I went out of town for Thanksgiving and I haven't had much time to write. I hope you enjoy this chapter. Please remember to leave me a review. Thanks to everyone who's reviewed my story so far. You guys are awesome!

Chapter Four:

“Well, that went brilliantly,” Harry sighed heavily.

“Poor Luna. Ron was such a prat. I can't believe him!” she seethed.

“He didn't mean anything he said. He's just angry right now.”

“Don't defend him, Harry. We haven't done anything wrong and what he said about Luna . . . ” her voice trailed off.

Harry rubbed his face tiredly, “I know. I just wish he would just try to understand.” Hermione wrapped her arms around him from behind and lay her head on his back. “I just don't want to lose my friend.”

“We haven't lost him. Besides you'll always have me.”

Harry smiled as he turned to face her. He cupped her face in his hands and gently kissed her lips. Her arms that were still around his waist instinctively pulled him closer. She sighed against his lips as their kisses began to deepen. Harry's heart began to race in his chest when he felt her press against his groin. He knew what she wanted and he was more than willing to give it to her. His hands slid down her waist and up underneath her skirt, lifting her up to straddle his waist. Harry pressed her up against the wall, never once breaking their kiss. Hermione's hands pulled eagerly at the button of his jeans. She smiled against his lips as her small hands found what they had been looking for. He moaned softly as her hands stroked him. Harry knew if she continued her sweet torture that he wouldn't be able to last long. He broke their kiss only long enough to remove her knickers. He quickly lifted her up as he slid inside her warmth. They gasped at the amazing feeling of being joined once more. Hermione began to move her hips as Harry dove in and out of her, making her whimper with pleasure at each stroke. Faster and faster they moved, both reaching for their blissful release. Hermione felt hers approaching fast. Her legs locked around his waist as her nails dug into his back. Sensing her orgasm Harry pressed his lips to hers silencing her screams. Her release hit her hard, sending her spiraling into ecstasy. Harry immediately followed, spilling inside her depths. He held her, not moving as they tried to catch their breath. He slowly released her and let her trembling legs slide to the floor. They leaned on each other for support, neither able to stand on their own.

He smiled down at her, “You're absolutely amazing.” He kissed her temple as she blushed, returning his smile.

“You're not too bad yourself Mr. Potter,” she managed to mutter before Harry kissed her once more. Slowly they drifted apart and began to set their clothes right once more. Hand in hand they started toward the common room.

“So . . . I guess since we've told Ron we don't have to keep our relationship secret?” Hermione asked as they began to climb the staircase.

“I don't know about you, but I'm tired of hiding how I feel about you.” He stopped on the stairs and pulled her to his chest. “I want everyone to know how bloody lucky I am that the smartest, most beautiful witch in England loves me.” She found herself blushing once more at Harry's compliment. She wasn't used to receiving such praises, but she had to admit she loved hearing them coming from Harry. Hermione felt as though she would melt right then and there. Unable to control herself, she kissed him long and hard. Harry's arms wrapped tightly around her waist, pulling her body flush against his. She felt his body respond to hers again, causing her to smile against his lips. She loved knowing what she could do to him.

“Blimey!” they heard a voice a few steps below them. They broke apart and looked down to see Neville staring up at them with a smirk. “It's about bloody time.” They continued to stare down at him, their expressions a mixture of confusion and surprise.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“Everyone's noticed the way you two look at each other. We've all known you were mad for each other, but we just didn't know if either of you would ever act on it.” Harry's face fell. “What's wrong, Harry?”

“Not everyone. Apparently Ron had no clue.”

Neville rolled his eyes, “Ron usually has no clue about anything, Harry. Why should you be surprised? I guess he didn't take well to the news when you told him.”

“That's an understatement,” Hermione mumbled.

“Don't worry about him. He'll come around given time. I for one am happy you two finally got together. You deserve to be happy,” he smiled as he passed them on the stairs. He stopped a couple of stairs above them, and turned around with a grin, “And don't worry, your secret is safe with me.”

“Secret?” Harry asked.

“Yeah. I won't tell anyone what I saw that night on the Quidditch field,” he winked as he turned to go back up the stairs leaving Harry and Hermione looking up at him in shock.

“Oh-my-God . . . ” she squeaked, unable to say anything else. Harry felt his cheeks burning with embarrassment. When he turned to Hermione, he expected the same red cheeks on her face, but her face was ghostly white. He couldn't help the chuckle that bubbled up inside him.

“Are you okay?”

“No,” she whispered. She finally looked up at him, her expression going from shock to anger in a second. “Why are you laughing? Do you really think this is funny?”

“Of course not,” he fought to look serious, but the grin he was trying to hold back just refused to hide. He laughed softly pulling her to him again, “Come on Hermione. It's just Neville. I really don't think he'll go telling anyone what he saw.”

“But just what did he see?” her voice was panicked. Harry ran his hands though her hair trying to soothe her.

“I doubt he saw more than us kissing, and possibly us putting our clothes right.” She groaned, resting her head on Harry's chest. “Neville isn't a peeping tom, Hermione. I'm sure he didn't see anything . . . intimate.”

“I hope not,” she mumbled against his chest.

“Hey,” he gently lifted her chin for her to look him in the eye. “Is something else wrong?”

Hermione looked down for a moment before raising her gaze to meet his again, “I'm scared Harry.”

“Scared? Of what?”

She shrugged her shoulders, “Loads of things really, but mostly I'm scared that this will all end up being some sort of dream and I won't have you anymore.”

“I promise you I'm not going anywhere. We're going to be happy together, Hermione. I swear.” She felt tears welling in her eyes, her heart swelling with love for the man standing before her. She took a deep breath and gave him a brave smile, nodding her head in agreement. He kissed her softly before they turned to continue on the stairs back to the common room. When they entered, everyone inside turned to watch them with grins on their face. Everyone except Ron. He glared at them, shooting daggers with his eyes. Hermione moved closer to Harry, wrapping her hand around his arm at her side. They tore their gaze from Ron as they began to get bombarded with congratulations and hugs from their fellow Gryffindor's.

“Isn't it grand?” Neville smiled as he sat down beside Ron who grunted angrily.

“If you call getting stabbed in the back by your two best mates grand, then I guess.”

“Stabbed in the back? Are you mental?”

Ron turned his cold stare to Neville, “It's true. Harry knew how I felt about her.”

“Did you ever act on your supposed feelings for Hermione?”

“Supposed? You don't believe that I truly loved her?”

“Sure I believe you loved her . . . as a friend, not anything more.”

“Now who's being mental?”

“You two fancied each other years ago, but neither of you ever admitted it or acted upon it. Hermione realized it was just a schoolgirl crush and moved on. She fell in love with Harry and her heart has always belonged to him. She never admitted it because she didn't think Harry felt the same way about her, especially when he was with Cho last year. It was breaking her heart to see them together. Anyone who looked at her could see it. You were just too blind to see it. Now I believe you held onto those old feelings for Hermione because you were too afraid of growing up and moving on. No matter how much you deny it, you really like Luna, more than you ever fancied Hermione. You're just being a stubborn git and you're punishing your two best friends for finding the happiness you really want but are too afraid to go after.” Ron looked up at his friend as if he had grown two heads. Since when did Neville become the romance guru? He looked back over at his two best friends, wondering if it was possible Neville was right. There was nothing Ron hated more than admitting he was wrong about something. He sighed heavily and stood.

“I'm going to bed,” he muttered as he turned to leave.

“Just think about what I've said, Ron.” He nodded as he climbed the stairs to the boy's dorms. Harry watched him go with a heavy heart. He didn't want to lose Ron, but he knew if he was forced to choose he would choose Hermione. Harry smiled down at her kissing her head before returning to the conversation.

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Over the next couple of days, the nature of Harry and Hermione's relationship was all over Hogwarts. For the most part, everyone was very happy for them. There were of course some girls who glared at Hermione for getting the most sought after guy at Hogwarts, but most were supportive of their relationship. Luna had even come up and congratulated them. Whenever Hermione tried to say something to her about Ron, she made up an excuse and quickly walked away. It broke her heart to know how much she was hurting. Ron of course had not spoken to them since their argument in the Room of Requirement. Every time they tried to catch his eye, he would turn in the opposite direction. Much to Hermione's surprise, Harry hadn't even tried to talk to Ron since that night. When she asked him about it, he just said he was giving him some space and time to think about things.

The NEWTs unfortunately were here whether they were prepared for them or not. Harry took this test seriously, more serious than any other test he'd ever taken. Hermione stole a glance in his direction and saw the determined set of his jaw and the concentration on his face, her heart swelling with pride for him. She could tell he was really trying to do his best on this test. A few hours later, McGonagall signaled the for everyone to drop their quills.

“Alright students, that completes your final NEWTs. Congratulations, at the completion of your final year at Hogwarts,” she smiled at the room full of students who stood from their seats and cheered loudly. Hermione flung herself into Harry's arms and he spun her around and around, causing her to laugh. McGonagall stood there and let them celebrate a while longer before she spoke again. “I want you all to enjoy your final days here at Hogwarts,” she paused for a moment, her eyes welling with tears as she looked at them. Her eyes focused on Harry as she continued, “I just want you to know how very proud I am of all of you for what you've accomplished here and you will be truly missed.” He gave her his famous grin, bringing a seldom seen smile to McGonagall's face. No one noticed Professor Sprout enter the room. She rushed up to Professor McGonagall and whispered excitedly in her ear. McGonagall's smile immediately vanished as she addressed them once more. “That will be all. You're dismissed,” she spared one more glance at Harry before hurrying out of the room with Professor Sprout on her heels.

“I wonder what that was about,” Harry wondered. She shrugged, turning to him with a smile.

“I don't really care. I'm just glad the NEWTs are over.”

“Me too. I think I really did well, and I know I owe it all to you.”

“Me?” she laughed softly. “I didn't do anything Harry. It was all you.”

“No, it wasn't. You helped me tremendously. I wouldn't have been able to do it without you.” She smiled and lay her head on his chest, breathing in his scent deeply. She loved the way he always smelled of the outdoors all fresh and woodsy. Everyone slowly began to file out of the room.

“Hermione, do you think your parents would let you spend the summer with me?” She smiled up at him.

“But where would we stay?”

“Well, Sirius left me Grimmauld Place,” he said, and Hermione saw a flicker of sadness cross his features before he smiled up at her. “We could have a grand time fixing the place up and . . . ” he grinned devilishly at her, “christening every room.” Hermione's heart began to race in anticipation at the thought of spending the summer alone with Harry with no interruptions. How could she possibly resist such an invitation?

“I'm sure they wouldn't mind. I will of course have to spend a few days with them first, but I could meet you there.” He hugged her tightly.

“We're going to have an amazing summer.” They finally made it outside when Professor Sprout approached them, her expression serious.

“Harry, Professor McGonagall needs to speak with you immediately.”

“What have I done this time?” he groaned.

“Now Mr. Potter,” she said sternly, causing Harry's heart to fill with dread. He gave Hermione a comforting smile before following Professor Sprout back into the castle. Hermione felt her heart jump into her throat as fear gripped her. She closed her eyes tightly, willing her fear to subside, but it just wouldn't go away.

“Please, please let everything be okay,” she whispered softly as she watched him disappear into the castle.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Butterflies invaded his stomach as they approached the door that led into McGonagall's office. For the life of him, he just couldn't understand what he could have done to require him to see McGonagall. He'd been behaving well since the war, not sneaking around, or getting into trouble. When they entered her office, Harry's heart dropped at the pained expression on McGonagall's face.

“Potter, please sit down,” she said, gesturing toward the chair in front of her desk. When he sat down, he noticed Alastor Moody standing in the shadows. Harry tried to smile at him, but it looked more like a grimace.

“Um, Professor, have I done something wrong?”

“Not this time Potter. I'm afraid Alastor has brought some unpleasant news,” she turned to Moody, gesturing for him to address Harry.

“Hello Harry,” he began, obviously not wanting to say what he came to say. “It's my unfortunate duty to report that we've heard rumors that Bellatrix is still alive and she's plotting revenge on you and everyone around you that you care about.” Harry felt as though all the wind had been knocked out of him. He stared up at Moody, his face blank. “We all thought them to be rumors of course, but my team has been working day and night to try to verify the information we've received. I myself have seen her, Harry. She's not dead as we believed. The ministry has sent me here to collect you and put you in protective custody until she's apprehended.”

“You said she was going to go after the ones I love. How can I leave them behind, knowing what could happen to them?” He shook his head fervently, “I won't leave Hermione alone.”

“Bellatrix is after you. If you are with Hermione she will be in more danger than if you are apart from her,” McGonagall spoke softly. Her soft tone made Harry look up at her. He could see how much she cared about him as she looked down at him, “Harry, you must listen to reason.” She never called him Harry. He had always been simply Potter. Her using his first name made Harry really listen to what she was saying. She was right. He felt his heart breaking into a million pieces. How could he walk away from her? A lone tear streaked down his face. McGonagall turned away quickly, not wanting anyone to see the effect Harry's tears had on her.

“How long?”

“What?” Moody asked.

“How long do I have to say goodbye?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“We have to leave soon. I can give you one night, Harry. I'm sorry. I know that's not much time, but we can't risk her finding you.” Harry nodded, slowly standing. He felt numb all over.

“Thank you,” was all he said as he turned to leave.

“Harry,” Moody called out to him. Harry turned and looked up at him, “I truly am sorry.” Harry didn't say anything. He simply walked out of the room.

Once he was gone, McGonagall turned to Moody, her face wet with tears. She wiped at them angrily.

“This is not fair! After everything he's been through. When it is ever going to be enough?” she cried out. Moody looked down at the floor for a moment, then raised his face to hers.

“I will find and destroy Bellatrix if it's the last thing I do, Minerva. Harry will have a chance at a normal life if I have to die to give it to him.”

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Chapter Five:

After exiting the testing room, Ron headed outside to enjoy what was left of the day. When he got outside, he scanned the courtyard. His eyes locked on a head of golden hair shining beautifully in the sun. He knew he owed Luna more than a mere apology, but he figured he'd have to start somewhere. Ron took a few calming breaths as he approached her. She was sitting on a blanket near the lake reading. Luna didn't look up to acknowledge his presence, even when he cast a shadow over her. She really wasn't going to make this easy for him.

“Hi Luna. Do you mind if I sit down?” he asked timidly. When she didn't respond, he decided to sit down beside her anyway. He remained silent for a moment, unsure of what to say to her. “Lovely day isn't it?” Still, no response from her. “Boy am I glad the NEWTs are over. If I never see a test again, it will be too soon.” He laughed half-heartedly. After another moment, Ron sighed heavily, “I'm sorry I hurt you Luna. That's the last thing in the world that I wanted to do. I was just so angry at Harry and Hermione that I didn't think about what I was saying.” He paused and looked over at her. She had stopped reading her book and was looking out at the lake. Ron hoped that meant she was finally listening to him. “If I hadn't been such a stubborn wanker, I would have admitted that I really fancied you. I was just scared. Everything is changing so fast and I just don't know what to do.”

Luna glanced at him briefly before looking down to study her hands. Ron began to feel a glimmer of hope, giving him the courage to continue.

“I know you deserve more than a stupid git like me. I'm always making mistakes and running off at the mouth before thinking about what's coming out. I can't promise that there won't be a time when you'd rather kill me than look at me, but I do promise if you'll give me another chance that I'll never hurt you like that again.”

Luna sighed heavily, “Ron, you really shouldn't make promises you know you can't keep.” She stood to leave, but Ron grabbed her arm.

“Luna, I swear to you I'll never break your heart again. Please just give me another chance.” Luna shook her head sadly, tears welling in her big blue eyes.

“I'm sorry Ron. I just don't believe you.” She hurried past him up to the castle, finally letting the tears she was trying to hold back fall down her cheeks.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Harry quickly found an empty classroom once he left McGonagall's office. Once he was alone inside he immediately cast a silencing spell so no one would be able to hear him. He howled at the top of his lungs and began throwing chairs around the room, breaking everything he could possibly get his hands on as tears of rage and heartache streamed down his cheeks. Finally he fell to the floor hugging his knees to his chest as broken sobs wracked his body. After everything that's happened to him he foolishly thought he might actually have a chance at a normal life. A life he desperately wanted to share with Hermione, but like always he was forced to sacrifice again. He had to walk away from the one person he loved more than anything.

“How am I supposed to tell her?” he asked aloud, his voice cracking with more unshed tears. He sat there for a long time, letting all the tears he had inside him fall until there were no tears left. Harry slowly stood and straightened his clothes, determination set in his features. He knew what he would have to do. Tonight would be magical and wonderful for Hermione. He would hold her, kiss her, and make love to her all night long so when he had to walk away from her she would have no doubt in her mind how much he loved her. With a few flicks of his wand, he set the classroom back to right. No one would have a clue what had happened earlier. Harry left the classroom and went to the kitchens to find Dobby who eagerly agreed to fix him a wonderfully romantic feast for them. Once he had that taken care of, he left in search of Hermione. When he rounded the corner on his way to the courtyard, he ran smack into someone. Both stumbled backward a bit, mumbling apologies to each other. Harry was surprised to see Ron standing there.

“Hi,” Ron said sheepishly.

“Hi,” Harry muttered, not really in the mood to argue with Ron.

“I know I'm probably one of the last people you want to talk to right now, but I've been doing a lot of thinking over the last few days. I know I acted like a daft git when you and Hermione told me about your relationship. I know you two didn't go behind my back or deliberately tried to hurt me. You were right all along. I do fancy Luna, and I'm trying to set things right with her. I just hope I haven't completely destroyed our friendship. I wouldn't blame you if you hated me forever,” he finished quickly, wanting to get it all out before he lost his nerve. A small smile tugged at Harry's lips.

“Of course we don't hate you. Next to Hermione, you're the most important person in my life Ron. You're my best mate.” Ron blushed slightly giving him a brotherly hug.

“Alright then. I better get to the library. I've got some research to do.”

“Research? For what exactly?”

“I have to figure out a way to get Luna to give me another chance.”

Harry eyed him suspiciously, “You're not going try to make a love potion are you? Don't you want to know she truly loves you and isn't with you because of a potion?”

“Of course I do,” a deeper blush crept into his cheeks letting Harry know that's what he had been intending. “Besides, I never was very good at potions. I'd probably make all her hair fall out or make boils pop up all over her.” He shuddered at the thought. “I guess I'll have to rely on my charm.” Harry couldn't stop the laugh that bubbled up making Ron glare at him. “What? You don't think I'm charming?”

“Not at all, but we are talking about Luna. She is a bit . . . different, so she might think you're charming.”

“Well, it's really her opinion that matters anyway,” Ron muttered, still a bit miffed at what Harry had said.

“By the way, have you seen Hermione?” Ron shook his head.

“Not since the NEWTs earlier.”

“Thanks. I need to find her. See you later.”

“Wait, Harry! I thought you could help me figure out a way to win Luna back,” he called out as Harry began to trot off. Harry turned and shouted back.

“Sorry mate. I'm in a bit of a hurry. Besides, Hermione might be the better one to help you with that kind of thing. She is a woman after all,” he waved as he headed out the door to the courtyard.

Harry searched the courtyard, but couldn't find Hermione anywhere. He ran back to the castle and headed up the stairs to the common room. At first, he thought it was empty since practically all of Hogwarts was outside enjoying their last day at school. It was then that he saw her sitting by the fireplace with an open book in her lap. She had fallen asleep in the chair, her hair partially veiling her face. He quietly walked over to the chair and knelt beside it, gently brushing her hair from her face so he could watch her sleep. His heart ached in his chest, knowing that after tonight he would have to walk away from her and he had no idea when he'd ever be able to see her again. He reached up, gently brushing his lips against hers. Slowly she began to stir, her eyes fluttering open. She smiled when she saw him sitting beside her.

“Hi.”

“Hi,” he whispered, returning her smile. “You're so beautiful, Hermione.” A slight blush crept into her cheeks, and she smiled shyly. “No matter where I am, no one will ever take your place in my heart. It has and always will belong to you, Hermione.” As sweet as Harry's words were, she couldn't help but fell a foreboding sense of dread wash over her. She knew something was going on.

“Harry, is everything okay? Why did you have to go to McGonagall's office?” Harry stood and gave her a smile, but it didn't quite reach his eyes.

“Don't worry about it. She just wanted to give me some speech about working hard and making something of myself. You know, the typical McGonagall.” Before Hermione had a chance to ask anymore questions, Harry pulled her up out of the chair and wrapped his arms around her waist. “I have a surprise for you.”

“A surprise?”

“Yes, but you need to run upstairs and change clothes so we can head out. I don't want to waste anymore time.” Hermione laughed softly.

“Change? Where are we going, Harry?”

He rolled his eyes, “If I told you it wouldn't be a surprise.”

“How will I know what to wear?”

“You look great in anything . . . and out of everything,” he grinned wickedly, earning a playful slap on the arm from her. “Jeans and a T-shirt are fine. Now go!” he pushed her toward the stairs to the girl's dorms. Once she had disappeared, he went up to his room to change into a fresh pair of jeans and a new shirt, grabbed his invisibility cloak, and his wand then ran back downstairs to wait for Hermione. She appeared a few minutes later in a pair of jeans that hugged every glorious curve that Harry was just beginning to get to know so very well. Her shirt was a soft pink T-shirt that left just a hint of her stomach bare to Harry's hungry gaze. She'd left her hair down and applied just a small amount of lip gloss to her lips. To Harry, she was a vision. He reached his hand out for her to take it, which she did without hesitation, allowing Harry to lead her out of the common room. Once they were on the main level, Harry turned to face her.

“Close your eyes.” Hermione eyed him suspiciously for a moment, but did as he asked. She felt the invisibility cloak go around their shoulders and Harry began to lead them away. Hermione wasn't sure how long they had been walking exactly, but it certainly seemed like it was taking them forever to get where they were going. Suddenly Harry stopped and removed the invisibility cloak, “Keep your eyes closed.” With Harry's help, he pulled Hermione through the open hatch in the floor. Once they were inside, he led her over to a chair and instructed her to sit down. “Stay here. I'll be right back,” he said as she heard his footsteps as he walked away.

Harry entered one of the bedrooms in the Shrieking Shack and found Dobby inside working his magic to make the place nice and romantic for Harry and Hermione. A small table was over in the corner of the room filled with wonderfully smelling foods, all of Hermione's favorites just as Harry requested. Dobby had lit candles all over the room, and a broom sweeping the dust away.

“Master Harry. Dobby did just as you asked,” he bowed to Harry when he saw him enter the room.

“It's perfect Dobby. Thank you.”

“Do you think Mistress Hermione will likes it?”

“She's going to love it.” Dobby grinned up at Harry.

“Does Master need anything else?” Harry shook his head.

“No, everything is wonderful Dobby. You can head back to the castle now, and thanks again.”

“Dobby would do anything for Master Harry,” he said as he quickly disappeared. Once he was sure Dobby was gone, he went to get Hermione. He took her hands in his and led her to the room. When they were inside, Harry released her.

“Open your eyes,” he whispered in her ear. The moment she opened her eyes, she gasped in shock. She immediately realized they were inside the Shrieking Shack, but it looked nothing like she remembered it to look. Before it was all dark and dank with dust everywhere. Now it was crisp and clean, fresh bed linens, beautiful candlelight, and a table filled with marvelous smells. Hermione looked at Harry with tears in her eyes.

“It's so beautiful Harry,” she threw her arms around his neck holding him tight. He held onto her until she began to pull away. “How on earth did you manage this?”

“I had a little help from a friend,” he grinned slyly. He led her over to the table and pulled out a chair for her to sit. Once she was seated, Harry took the seat across from her. “I don't know about you, but I'm famished.” He poured them each a goblet of pumpkin juice, then they began to dive into the mountain of food on their plates. Harry kept their conversation light during dinner, not wanting to bring the mood down. “By the way, Ron apologized to me today.” Hermione almost choked on her pumpkin juice.

“What? Are you serious?”

He nodded, “He said he was sorry for being such a wanker and he knows we never would intentionally hurt him. He also finally admitted to fancying Luna, but apparently he's having a difficult time getting her to give him another chance.”

“Can you blame her?” she huffed. “Ron was completely insensitive to her feelings. How on earth can she trust him not to hurt her again?” Harry shrugged his shoulders taking another bite of his apple pie.

“I told him you might be able to help him figure out a way to get her back,” he smiled sheepishly.

“Me?!” she exclaimed. “Why would I want to help that silly bugger get Luna back? I wouldn't be doing her any favors.” Harry winced at her words.

“That's a little harsh Hermione.” She looked down for a moment.

“Okay, maybe it was a little harsh. I guess I'm still a bit upset with him for the way he's treated us.”

“It's okay to be upset, but don't forget that people make mistakes. He'll probably make loads more in his lifetime, but he's our best friend. We have to forgive him. No one else will put up with him.” A slow smile spread across her face.

“I suppose you're right. I'll think about helping him, but no promises.”

“Fair enough,” he grinned, leaning in to kiss her hand. Once they were finished with their meal, Harry flicked his wand and soft music started to play. He stood and held his hand out for her. “May I have this dance?” She placed her hand in his.

“But of course, kind sir.” Hermione stepped into his arms and lay her head on his chest as they slowly swayed to the music. Neither said a word, they simply held each other. She slowly raised her head and looked up into his beautiful emerald eyes. They looked down at her with such love, but she could also see a hint of sadness in their depths. Her brow furrowed with worry, but before she could question him, his leaned forward and kissed her lips making her forget the question he was going to ask. She sighed softly, feeling herself melt into his kiss. Harry ran his tongue along her bottom lip and was immediately granted entrance. He kissed her long, slow, and deep wanting to relish every taste of her that he could. His hands caressed the soft curve of her round bottom, pulling her even closer to him. Their previous unions had been wonderful, but tonight he wanted to make love to her slow and leisurely. He knew they would have no interruptions here. It was one of the main reasons he'd picked this spot to spend this last night with Hermione. She grabbed for the bottom of her shirt to pull it over her head when Harry stopped her. “Is something wrong?” she asked, breathless from their kisses.

“No,” he shook his head. “Tonight is all about you. Let me.” Harry bent down to his knees, and slowly raised her shirt, placing soft kisses on her flat stomach. Ever so slowly he inched the shirt up and over her head, kissing each piece of skin that was revealed to his gaze. He quickly tossed her shirt off to the side, stood then picked her up in his arms. She couldn't stop the giggle that erupted from her lips as he carried her over to the bed, gently laying her down. One by one he began to remove each piece of her clothes until she was laying there in nothing but her white lace knickers and bra. “You're so gorgeous,” murmured as he kissed up her legs until he found her lips again. When she began pulling at his shirt, Harry broke their kiss just long enough to pull it over his head. Hermione rained kisses all over his chiseled form, taking one of his nipples into her mouth gently nibbling on it. He moaned softly, burying his hands in her hair, his eyes closing as he concentrated on the feel of her sweet mouth on his body. Her hands made quick work of his belt and the button of his jeans. She pushed them to the floor, leaving him standing at the edge of the bed in his boxer briefs. Hermione began to reach inside to touch him, but he pulled her hands away.

“I want to touch you,” she whispered as he kissed her neck.

“Later,” he said as he reached behind her, expertly unclasping her bra then threw it over his shoulder. He lay her back on the bed and kissed his way up her body, stopping to draw one of her taunt nipples into his hot mouth. She arched her back, burying her hands in his unkempt hair as he suckled her breast. After a moment he turned to her other breast, giving it the same attention. His hands snaked down her body to the moist heat between her legs. Harry caressed her through the lace of her knickers before reaching inside. At first he teased her, his deft fingers never quite touching the placed that she most wanted him to touch. Much too soon, his removed his hand earning a whimper from her lips. In one swift motion, Hermione's knickers joined the rest of their clothes on the floor. Harry kissed her lips once more before making his way back down her body to her sensitive center. Her heart began to race in anticipation. Part of her was unsure whether she wanted him to do what he was about to do, but she found herself opening up more to him as she felt his lips on her inner thigh.

“Harry,” she cried out as he placed a soft kiss on her warm center. At first his touch was feather light, but slowly he began to use his tongue to drive her wild. Hermione thought she might go insane at his sweet torture. Finally Harry took pity on her and drew the sensitive nub into his mouth, sucking on it gently, causing Hermione to scream his name in pleasure. He kissed his way back up her body as she slowly began to regain her composure. “Wow,” she managed to say before he took her lips again. Hermione pushed the last remaining barrier between them off his hips and down his strong legs. Her hands wrapped around his throbbing shaft, moving up and down ever so slowly. Harry groaned against her lips, unable to control himself any longer. He had to be inside her now or he swore he thought he'd die. Harry gently removed Hermione's hands, linking his fingers with hers as he drove himself home. His pace was painfully slow, wanting this feeling with her to last forever.

“Oh, Hermione,” he cried against her neck as his pace began to quicken. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her.

“Harry, oh Harry, I love you,” she chanted over and over in his ear as he loved her. He could tell by the way she was breathing that her release was coming. Faster and faster he moved, wanting to send her over the edge once more. The moment she cried out her release, Harry immediately followed. He collapsed on top of her, completely spent. He felt something hot and wet on his shoulder.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked as he moved some of his weight off of her small frame. She shook her head and smiled up at him despite the tears that were streaming down her cheeks.

“No, I'm just so happy. You made me feel so . . . so complete and loved. It was an amazing moment for me.” Harry smiled down at her softly.

“For me too,” he kissed her once more before laying on his side and pulling her up against his chest. He summoned a blanket for them and they slowly drifted off to sleep.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

When Hermione woke the next morning, she was happy to see she was still laying in Harry's warm embrace. He was looking down at her with a smile on his handsome face.

“Morning,” she yawned. “You really wore me out last night.”

“Me? It seems to me that you were a very willing participant last night Ms. Granger.” She giggled, snuggling into his arms.

“I can't help what you do to me Mr. Potter. I can't seem to control myself,” she leaned up and kissed him. After a moment, he reluctantly broke away from her.

“As much as I hate to say this we'd better get back up to the castle. We still have to pack for the train.” Hermione grumbled as Harry pulled out of her arms to find their clothes on the floor. She sat on the bed while he walked around the room naked retrieving their clothes, her eyes running up and down his beautiful form hungrily. She'd love nothing more than to drag him back to bed and have a repeat of last night's events, but she knew he was right. Harry found her bra and knickers and tossed them onto the bed for her. Reluctantly she pulled them back on, then climbed out of the bed. Harry had just managed to pull his jeans over his hips when he felt her arms snake around his back. He smiled, laying his hand over hers as she kissed his shoulder. “Are you trying to start something you know we can't finish?” he teased, looking at her over his shoulder. She smiled up at him innocently.

“What do you mean?”

“Hermione . . . ” he began. She sighed angrily.

“Alright, fine. Have it your way. I'll behave,” she said as she playfully swatted his rear.

“Hey! I thought you said you'd behave.”

“I am behaving. I'm over here getting dressed, minding my own business.” He laughed softly at her while they finished dressing in silence. Once they were ready, Harry grabbed his invisibility cloak and they made their way back to the castle. When they reached the common room, Hermione turned to go up to the girl's dorms, but Harry caught her arm. He pulled her to him and kissed her with everything he had. When he finally pulled away, Hermione looked up at him with dreamy eyes. “Harry,” she whispered. “What was that for?”

He looked down, not wanting to meet her gaze, “No reason. I just wanted to kiss you one more time.” She smiled up at him before turning to go up to the girl's dorms. Harry closed his eyes, willing himself not to cry. There were still some things he had to do. He turned and headed up to the boy's dorms. Inside he saw Ron was the only one left besides him. “Hey,” he said distractedly as he began to pack his trunk.

“Oy, where have you been all night?” Harry looked over at him with a smile. “Oh, Hermione,” Ron laughed as he shook his head. “Usually I'd want details, but since it's Hermione I think I'll pass this time.”

“Like I'd give you details anyway,” he joked. They continued to pack in silence. When Ron was done, he started toward the door when Harry called out to him.

“Ron, would you mind taking Hedwig down and getting her loaded for me?”

“Sure thing,” he said as he waited for Harry to put her in her cage. He rubbed her feathers lovingly as she nipped his fingers affectionately.

“I really love you old girl. Take care of Hermione for me,” he whispered to her as he shut her cage. Hedwig hooted happily, telling Harry she'd do exactly what he asked her to. He handed Ron her cage with a smile. “Thanks mate.”

“No problem. See you down there,” he said as he left Harry alone in the room. He sat down on his bed with a heavy sigh and grabbed some parchment. As much as he hated leaving them letters to explain why he had to leave, he knew it was better than telling them in person. Both would argue that they'd stand and fight with him. He knew they would, but he just couldn't risk either of them giving up their lives for him when they've already lost so much. His letter to Hermione was the most difficult he'd ever had to write. When he finished them both, he took his things and headed downstairs where Moody was waiting for him.

“All packed, Potter?” Harry simply nodded. He held two envelopes in his hand.

“I have a letter for Ron and Hermione.” Moody took them from his hands and handed them to Professor McGonagall who had just walked up.

“Minerva, could you please be sure Weasley and Granger get these?” McGonagall gave Harry a sad smile.

“Of course I will Harry.” She walked up to him and wrapped her arms around him. Harry was stunned for a moment, but he slowly hugged her back. “Take care of yourself Mr. Potter. I want to see your children here at Hogwarts years from now.” When she pulled away, Harry gave her a brave smile, not trusting himself to speak.

“Let's go Potter,” Moody said as they mounted their brooms. Moody had once again cast a charm on their brooms so they would not be detected as they flew to their secret destination. As they were riding past the train, Harry stopped and stared down at her. She was obviously waiting for Harry to arrive. Tears threatened to fall again as he watched her down below. He looked over at Moody who had too stopped to watch them.

“I have to tell her something.”

“You wrote her a letter didn't you?”

“Yes, but I have to tell her. It won't mean as much if she just reads it. Please just give me one minute.”

“Fine,” he grumbled. “But I won't remove the invisibility charm. She won't be able to see you, but I can't risk Bellatrix catching you.” Harry nodded and flew down to where Hermione was standing. He walked up behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders.

“Hermione, it's me,” he whispered in her ear. “Don't turn around. I have something have to tell you.”

“Harry,” she laughed. “You're being silly. What's going on?”

“I have to tell you . . . I love you Hermione Granger. I love you so much that the thought of not being with you makes me want to die. Promise me you'll never forget how much I love you.” Tears burned her eyes at his admission. She tried to turn to face him, but he held firm on her shoulders.

“I love you too Harry. I swear I'll never forget how much you love me.” She felt his lips on her temple.

“You're always in my heart,” he whispered before he stepped back, mounted his broom, and flew back into the air. She turned around and frowned when he wasn't there.

“Harry?” she called out, searching the faces around her for the man she loved. Her eyes even looked to the skies, but there was no sign of him.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Professor McGonagall ran into Ron first. He was standing with Dean and Seamus talking about how they were going to spend their summers. She quickly pulled him aside, and Ron immediately thought he'd done something wrong.

“Weasley, I have a letter for you from Potter,” she said as she handed him his letter. “This one is for Granger. Could you please make sure she gets it?”

“A letter from Harry? What for? He was coming down right behind me.”

She looked at him sadly, “It's all explained in the letter. Take care Mr. Weasley.” Ron nodded as he opened his letter. He immediately recognized Harry's writing.

Ron~

I'm sorry I didn't tell you in person. It just seemed easier for me this way. I know if I'd have told you face to face you would have tried to get me to stay, but I just can't risk you or Hermione getting hurt. Right after we took the NEWTs, Moody came and told McGonagall that Bellatrix is still alive and she's coming after me to seek her revenge. Moody had orders from the Ministry to place me in protective custody until she is apprehended. I don't know how long I'll be gone, but please try to understand why I chose to leave you all behind. Bellatrix will go through the people I love most to get to me, and I just refuse to put you and Hermione in that kind of danger again. Please take care of her for me. She's not going to understand why I had to leave without her. It breaks my heart to know how much this is going to hurt her, but I know I'm doing the right thing. Give my love to your family and I hope I will see you again one day my friend.

Harry

P.S. Luna would be lucky to have you.

Ron reread the letter trying to be sure he was truly understanding what was going on. Harry was still in danger and as long as he was around so was Ron, Hermione, and his family. Part of him completely understood his reasoning for leaving them behind, but the other part of him was furious for making that kind of decision for him. It was his choice whether he wanted to stand and fight beside his best friend, or if he let him go to fight alone. Of course he also knew that Harry would know there was no way he'd let him go off and fight alone. Now he had the horrible task of giving Hermione her letter from him. It was going to break her heart, but he would try his best to be there for his friend. He found her on the platform, waiting to board the train. Ron walked up to her and tapped her on the shoulder. She turned to face him, her disappointment evident on her face.

“Ron, it's you.”

“Sorry.”

“No, I was just expecting Harry. Did you see him in your room earlier?”

“I did. He asked me to bring Hedwig down to get her loaded. He said he'd be down in a bit, but . . . ” his voice trailed off as he looked down at the letter in his hand.

“But what? Ronald, is there something you aren't telling me?”

“Professor McGonagall gave me a letter from Harry and she asked me to give this one to you.”

“A letter from Harry?” she asked, confusion apparent on her face. He simply nodded and handed her the envelope. She opened it with shaking hands.

Hermione~

This is by far the hardest letter I've ever had to write. I know I promised you I wouldn't make decisions about us without talking to you first, but this was something I just had to do. Yesterday when I was called into McGonagall's office, Professor Moody was there. They came to tell me that Bellatrix was still alive and she's plotting her revenge on me. She'll go through the people I love to get to me. Moody said the Ministry had ordered him to take me into protective custody until she is caught. I don't know how long I will have to remain in hiding, but please try to understand why I had to do it this way. I know you, and you would have refused to allow me to face this alone. You would stand by me and fight to your death, and that is just something I cannot and will not risk. I love you so much. You have to believe that. No one has ever made me feel the way you do. You understand me and accept me for who I am. I don't have to pretend with you. I will cherish every moment I've had with you and I hope and pray that one day I will find you again. I'm not asking you to wait for me. I would never do that to you, but my heart will always belong to you. Thoughts of you will be the only thing keeping me sane in days ahead. It breaks my heart to know how much this will hurt you. I hope that one day you will be able to forgive me.

Always,

Harry

P.S. Please take care of Hedwig for me. I know you will love her as much as I do.

Tears were streaming down her face as she read his letter. Her legs gave out and Ron barely caught her before she collapsed to the ground, sobs wracking her small frame. Ron held onto her as she cried, never saying a word. People started to crowd around them, wondering what was going on. Luna ran up, her eyes filled with concern. She looked at Ron with questioning eyes and he handed her his letter. She quickly read it, her eyes welling with tears. Luna took Hermione's hand in her own and stroked her hair.

Harry watched the scene below them with silent tears streaming down his cheeks. He knew his letter was going to break her heart, but he wasn't prepared for seeing her break down the way she had. Never in the seven years he'd known her had he seen her like that. Before he lost his nerve, Harry turned and sped off into the sky with Moody wanting to get as far away from that painful scene.

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