'Open you eyes' by Prongs 69
*Authors note* These events are past events , and we will be going back a while to see were and how and why our two
heroes ended up like this*
Prologue …. 9 years earlier…..
FLASHBACK
// "I want to go with you, to help you," Hermione said quietly as she buried her face in his neck.
"No," Harry answered emphatically. "I don't know what's there- what will happen. I will not risk anything happening to you. No ."
"Harry, please."
"NO."
Oh, God. Will it ever not hurt like this? Like it just happened?
// "I can't… I can't do this Mione. It's too hard."
"You have to Harry. It's your destiny. lives depend on you. On all of you.
"But my life depends on you," he answered, his voice barely audible.
"Mine too," she said as she tightened her embrace. // ''come back to me''? Please?
//(kiss) "I will love you forever," Harry said as he gazed into her eyes.
(kiss) "Me too."
(kiss) "I will never forget you Hermione."
(kiss) "Me too."
(kiss) "I promise you, as soon as I can, I will come back to you."
(kiss) "You'd better," she replied as her eyes began to fill with tears.
(kiss) "Count on it ," he said as he caught her falling tears with his lips.
// "You wore my favourite sweater," Harry said as his hands reached out for her.
"It's my favourite too. You gave it to me."
*And now on with the story*
Chapter one---- Legacy
Her fingers searched blindly for the 'alarm off' button as she came awake. How is that possible? Don't
they know- doesn't everyone know- what today is? She had dreaded going to bed the night before because it meant she
would awaken to today. Not that there weren't other days in the year that brought back bad memories- her parents
death at the hands of death eaters when she was 18 was always difficult- but today? The one day all year she allowed
herself to feel it. Today held a special kind of torture for her. Why couldn't they just remove this date from the
calendar? Would anyone really even miss one day?
Her mind started racing, as it always did on this date. Back to that day. 9 years ago. A boy & a girl. Overwhelming love. Gripping fear. Total, utter loss. The feeling of death but worse because they were still alive. The day he left her.
"MUM! MUM!! TELE PHONE."
"All right," Hermione answered. "I'm coming….hello?"
"Morning Hermione dear, glad to hear you're up and about."
"Morning Molly; no chance I could sleep through this day, right?"
"That is why I'm calling my dear, you don't need to. Arthur and I are going to take you out to dinner tonight."
The last thing she felt like doing was socializing with anyone, even Molly and her husband Arthur, whom she considered to be family.
"No Molly, thank you anyway, that's really sweet but I am really not into it."
"Of course you're not, which is why you're going. You need to think about something else besides…"
"That's not going to happen, Molly. No matter where I am or what I'm doing I'm going to think about it." ''About him''…..
"I know, Hermione, I think about it too, but it's been 3 years, we have to look to the future, right?"
The future? Easy for Molly to say. She was Teflon- well, almost. Ron's leaving had been devastating to her also; she was just able to move on with her life after awhile, convinced Ron would eventually come back home…. Something Hermione never fully mastered.
"Hermione? HERMIONE! Are you still with me?"
"Oh- sorry Molly- what were you saying?"
"I was saying that if you reflect on some of the good things that have happened in the last 9 years, like your son…"
"I know, of course, he's been what's kept me alive."
"Hermione, don't say that. You are loved by so many."
"I know, I know. Just a pity- day for me. I'll snap out of it. Don't worry."
"You'll snap out of it at dinner tonight. We'll pick you up at 7. No excuses. I have to run- can't be
late for work twice in one week, even though I'm not the owner, it still doesn't look good. I love
you."
"I love you too. Thanks Molly. For everything. And I mean EVERYTHING."
"Alright dear''. See you at 7."
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"Morning Mum."
She leaned over to kiss the top of her son's head as he sat at the kitchen table. "Good morning sweetie".
"Want some cereal?"
"No thanks Ben- especially if you're fixing it".
On her way to work, her mind started to wander again.
"Arthur!!'', sorry I didn't see you there
"It's fine Hermione- oh- you are coming to dinner with us tonight, right? I have to warn you- Molly isn't going to take no for an answer."
"Does she ever? No, I'm coming- but just to spare you her wrath!"
"Thanks Hermione, you always have been my saviour regarding my wife''…
Hermione laughed. She loved Arthur; when she had met him at Kings cross all those yrs ago & she knew he'd be a great pillar of strength . Arthur and Molly been married for almost 30 years now.
"We're picking you up at 7- don't be late, or Molly will go spare !" Arthur said.
"OK- I've got to run- see you later," Hermione said as she hurried off to class.
The day passed relatively smoothly, other than her dropping a goblet and forgetting what she was lecturing on mid-sentence once. Not bad, considering some years past when she was unable to even get out of bed on this day.
When she got home there was a note on the table. "Mum, I'm at Aunt Ginny's be home around 9." She went through the mail, then into her room to change. She thumbed through her closet looking for something to wear. "Hmm, no, no, maybe…." Then her hand brushed over a short red sweater.
Well, not wearing red tonight. Nope.
They picked her up at 7 sharp and made their way to the new Gryffinn restaurant Luna had heard about from one of the parents who worked at The Quibbler.
Butter beers were ordered and Arthur and Molly both did their best to keep the mood light. They were all laughing at one of Molly's stories about something one of the kids had done that day. Arthur watched the two of them giggling and smiled, marveling as he always did at their friendship. They were as close as sisters. Not surprising considering what they'd been through . . Hermione's parents died in a death eater attack two months later. The two became closer than before & Molly started caring for Harry & Hermione's's son while Hermione went to college.
"OW!" he exclaimed as a spoon hit him in the forehead.
"Oh, I'm sorry Arthur, I was aiming for that pot!" laughed Hermione.
"Well, you're never going to play for the Chuddley Cannons, Hermione, that's for sure."
"I'm a Annan Arrows fan Arthur. I wouldn't play for the Cannons if you gave me a million Galleons."
"I don't think that'll be a problem!"
Hermione handed Molly a slip of parchment
// "What's this?" Molly questioned as she looked at the parchment.
"It's the deed to your new daycare center," replied Hermione with a huge smile on her face.
"WHAT?" Molly and Arthur said in unison.
"I bought it for you. I had the money left from parents inheritance, and I thought this is what they would've wanted me to do with it." ''Harry would have wanted it also''
Molly immediately protested. "No, Hermione, we can't possibly accept this."
"Yes, you can. She left me their house and enough to put us both (she gestured at her son) through college.
I've held onto the remainder because I knew that eventually, she'd lead me to do the right thing with it. And
this is the right thing."
"Hermione, no." Molly said.
"Molly, you are one of my closest friend- no- you are my family. You helped me to raise my son. You have been with me through the darkest times of my life. You are wonderful with children. You will be great at this. I want to do this. Please. It's a thank you. From both of us," she finished, pointing again at her son.
"Oh my god, Hermione, you managed to make her speechless. Thank you," Arthur said.
"Hermione, are you sure, you could use that money." Molly was still apprehensive about accepting such a large gift.
Molly stood staring at the deed, then looked at Hermione and then at the deed again as her eyes filled with tears. "I love you both so much" was all she could croak out, before a group hug took over. //
"OK girls, I think you've both had enough butterbeers for one night. Come on, I'll put you both into the apparrition spot." Arthur linked arms with both of them, and the three of them walked outside ..
They dropped Hermione off at the same time her son was getting home.
Hermione walked inside the house behind her son. "So honey, did you have a good time with Aunt Ginny huh??
''Yes mum I did. We played a lot of games and talked about Dad again''….
"I'm going to go to bed now mum. Goodnight, Mum, I love you."
"Goodnight baby, I love you too."
OK, she thought as she climbed into bed, she had made it through the day in one piece. Only 364 more days until she had to do it again. As she closed her eyes, she hoped that at least her dreams would leave her in peace.
*Flashback*
His hands moved slowly under her sweater. He wasn't going to rush anything this time. It was going to be their
last time for who knew how long. Maybe forever.
"You are so soft…" He watched her face as he moved his hands higher, hearing her breath catch as his thumb ran across her nipple causing it to harden instantly. He smiled as she pulled his face towards her for a kiss.
"And your lips are so sweet…"
His hands were still moving, now on her back running up and down her spine making her shake in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for another kiss. His hands came up and tangled in her hair, and he whispered "I love you so much" before lowering his lips onto hers. Their connection opened immediately with the contact and they were swept up in the tidal wave of emotions running through each of them. Fear, desperation, but most of all, love. So much love. The kiss seemed to go on forever, both fearing that if they stopped it would be time for him to leave. He moved his lips down her throat and upon reaching her shoulder his tongue slid out and moved over her skin.
"You taste so good…"
Her breath quickened and she ran her hands into his hair. He had only kissed her twice and she was already melting into a puddle in his arms.
She stepped slightly back from him and started to lower the zipper on the front of the sweater. Her eyes watched as his followed the zipper down until it was fully opened. He looked at her with such intensity that if it had been anyone else, she would have been uncomfortable. But never with him. Her only one. His look was so full of desire and acceptance and love that it only made her want him more.
His hands moved to slide the sweater off of her arms and it fell softly to the floor. He started to reach out to touch her when she pushed his hands away and began to pull his T-shirt up. As his arms went up over his head and his sight was blocked by the shirt covering his face, she flicked out her tongue over his nipple. His shocked gasp made her laugh softly. "Now you know how it feels," she whispered. He pulled the shirt over his head and pulled her to him as he began to kiss her with burning need. Her fingers ran over the muscles of his back and down to the top of the waistband on his jeans where she let them rest. As he pulled his mouth off of her he bent her backward over his arm and ran his tongue down her throat to her breast. As his mouth covered her she began to moan his name. The sweetest sound in the world to his ears. The love of his entire life, moaning his name in ecstasy. Nothing would ever sound better.
During this assault his free hand moved down her side and he began to lightly run it up and down the back of her leg, just to the hem of her skirt, where he would reverse direction. She was fast becoming limp in his arms so he picked her up and carried her to the bed, gazing into her eyes and getting lost in the love pouring out to him. He attempted to climb onto the bed when she held up her hand. "Pants" was all she had to say. They were gone in a second.
He climbed onto the bed and kneeled over her, reaching out a hand to smooth her hair. She grabbed his hand and pulled him down so he landed on her hard.
"Mione! Be careful, I'll hurt you."
"Harry, I need to feel you, everywhere, please…."
Hearing the desire in her voice he dove in to take her mouth again. He began to run his fingers over her neck, across her shoulders and down her arms until he reached her fingers. Taking her hands in his, he moved her arms to rest above her head and trailed his fingers back down her arms, back to her neck, over her chest to her breasts. He began to alternate touching and kissing her on every inch of skin he could find, all the while murmuring his love for her. Her moans filled his ears and swelled his heart, propelling him lower. While he watched her face he began to lightly run his fingers under her skirt up her inner thighs, causing her to arch toward his hand and open her legs wide. He undid her skirt and pulled it off with her panties, drinking in the sight of her. He kissed his way over her abdomen to her dark curls, and he paused just long enough to whisper "I love you Mione" again before he let himself taste her.
"Hhhhhaaaaarrrryyyyyy…." Her hands came down to grope for his head to pull him further into her, but he grabbed them and held them down on the bed on either side of her hips. She began moving her body and moaned louder and louder until he grasped her hips to still her, wrapped his lips around her clit and licked her hard. Her screams bounced off the walls as she came, and he moved up over her to hold her as she rode out the waves crashing over her. As her eyes opened, she ran her hand down his body until she found him hard and ready. She began to slowly stroke him, watching his eyes slowly close to half-mast.
"Harry, I need you inside of me. Now."
He didn't need to be asked twice. Their joining caused them both to groan with relief and she immediately reached to pull him tightly against her, seeking out his lips. Kissing Max was always overwhelming to her, but to kiss him while they were making love was to catapult her beyond any feeling or emotion she had ever experienced. With each movement he brought her closer to her climax until he sensed she was at her breaking point. He took her face in his hands and waited until she was looking up at him.
"mione. My Mione." At the sound of his voice she dug her nails into his back cried out. As she began to still she opened her eyes to find him gazing at her still.
Moving her hands to cup his face, she breathed out "Harry. My Harry."
The effect was the same. With a loud moan he began to shudder with his release.
They lay joined together for a long time after, touching, kissing, not needing words.
She awoke slowly, not wanting it to end. Her most precious memory. The night they had made their son.
Copyright Prongs 69 2007