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Crossing the Veil	By : Breezy Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 12783 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter One -- The New Couple
Hermione laid her head against Harry's chest and listened to the steady beat of his heart. This felt so right to her--being with Harry and knowing that they were finally a couple. They had told Ron the night before. She never intended to cheat on Ron, especially with Harry. Hermione realized now that things with Ron never felt this good, this powerful. Ron helped her and Harry get through the worst of times after the Battle of Hogwarts--the one where Harry destroyed the Dark Lord once and for all. But she and Harry could only deny their feelings for so long. Now everything was out in the open. Ron had been disappointed, although Hermione suspected he knew for the past several months that she and Harry were more than friends. The three had complicated relationships but always managed to remain friends. She hoped that they would remain friends after their confession.
Harry began to stir. This was the first time they woke up together as a couple. The two exchanged smiles. Hermione's heart pounded. She loved Ron but had never felt this desperately in love before. But with Harry, she felt passionate love. And lust. Another feeling she struggled with in her relationship with Ron. But with Harry sex was explosive. They couldn't keep their hands off of one another. Hermione worried that once the thrill of secrecy was gone they wouldn't have the same passion for one another. But instead, the sparks between the two led to exquisite pleasure, feelings she never achieved before.
"Hello beautiful," he said and brushed her lips with his own.
"Hello handsome," she replied, leaning in to deepen their kiss. He grabbed her and flipped her over and pressed his body against hers. They made love to start their day. He brought her to climax and she swore she saw stars. Everything about Harry turned her on--his scruffy dark brown hair, the way he squinted at her when he didn't have his glasses on, his lean body. She watched as he pulled on his boxers and walked to the kitchen. They were at his place--a studio apartment in London near the Ministry of Magic where they both worked. She and Ron had shared a flat nearby until last night. Harry brought two mugs of steaming hot coffee and climbed back in bed with the morning's issue of the Daily Prophet.
"Did we make the front page?" Hermione asked, looking over Harry's shoulder at the newspaper.
"Suspiciously, no," Harry said frowning. "Well, wait. There's a paragraph at the bottom," Harry shook out the paper and began reading. "It is with sad hearts we announce the end of the relationship between Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. But when Merlin closes one window, he opens a door and it is with glad hearts we announce the beginning of a relationship between Harry Potter and the aforementioned Granger. We wish them all the best. Written by Rita Skeeter." He folded the paper and threw it on the bed.
"I can't decide if that was appropriate or not. I guess it's better than a full page of scandal, but it was weird, right?" Hermione scrunched up her face reviewing the words in her mind.
"Yeah, I'm not sure what to think of that. Why even publish it?" Harry asked, and then he laughed. "I suppose that she's vindicated after suspecting us of being in a relationship all of these years," he said.
"She really thought she caught us back in the day," Hermione laughed, too. Of course back then Rita had been an enemy, someone bent on destroying everything they built as they fought against Voldemort. Hermione reddened at the memories of what she had done to Skeeter after discovering the reporter's animagus form was what allowed her to get illicit information. "I suppose she's still a bit gun-shy around me after I held her hostage in her animagus form," she said, embarrassed by her actions. Harry held her close.
"It was war, Hermione," he said simply and kissed her curls softly. Harry understood her better than anyone else. Knew that even though she was willing to do anything to help Harry, she wasn't always satisfied with her own actions. He held her for a few moments and then reluctantly got out of bed.
"The Ministry will be buzzing today. News of our relationship, the upcoming anniversary of the Battle...everyone will be talking about the past again," he said as he headed for the shower.
"Oh, you are so not taking the first shower," Hermione jumped up out of bed and leaped across the room to get to the shower first. She knew that there was only enough hot water for her to wash her hair quickly in this dumpy little flat. Hot water that would be wasted on Harry because he could shower in the locker rooms in the Auror offices where he worked. Harry laughed and tried to cut her off. He grabbed her and pulled her into the shower.
"We'll take one together," he said spraying her with water. She giggled and pushed him under the spray. They kissed but she snapped back to attention and pushed him back. "I need to wash my hair quickly," she explained and reached for the shampoo.
"We should start looking for a bigger place," Harry said, washing his own hair. Hermione smiled at him and nodded. They were already talking about a place of their own. This was starting out so wonderful. Everything fell into place to easily with Harry. With Ron everything had been a struggle. They could never decide on anything without an argument. They fought over everything. Hermione thought that it was that opposites attract and that's what kept them together, but now that she and Harry were together she realized that being with Ron was simply too hard.
"Maybe somewhere looking over the river," Hermione pondered, rubbing the conditioner into her hair. The water was already starting to cool but she didn't want their shower to end. Harry turned to her and started kissing her neck. He caressed her arm and then moved his hands to her breasts. She threw her head back and moaned in pleasure. The water was increasingly cold, but Harry pressed her against the shower wall. Their hips rubbed together and soon he was inside of her. He pressed her against the wall, pumping in and out until he felt her orgasm begin.
"Fuck, Hermione, your pussy is grabbing my cock," he said holding back his own orgasm as long as he could. She giggled. Harry rarely talked dirty like that, but when he did she knew that she was going to come hard.
"Oh, Harry, I'm coming," she exclaimed, grasping the top of the shower door to steady herself. They came together in ecstacy, two lovers embarking on a new adventure together.
Harry and Hermione held hands while walking down Diagon Alley. Several weeks had gone by and they were out for a quick dinner after moving into their new place together. Harry was telling her about his plan--the one that was so secret that he'd never said the words out loud to anyone. The plan that was so far-fetched that he didn't know if it would ever materialize, but they had been through so many impossible things together that if anyone could make it happen, it was them.
"I don't understand, Harry, how would we cross the veil without being dead ourselves?" Hermione said in a low voice. The restaurant was crowded and loud, but she didn't want to be overheard.
"I think we can cross the veil in the Ministry and get to Sirius, and Professor Dumbledore, and Remus, and Tonks," he said excitedly.
"Okay, okay, but I need more details," Hermione said laughing. Harry's excitement was contagious. But what he was talking about had to be impossible.
"I think we go to the veil, and we have a near-death experience. We will cross over and then take a potion--the one I told you about that St. Mungro's developed to reverse death if administered immediately. We will be on the other side, but we will be conscious. And we can see everyone we lost. I think they are right on the other side. Maybe we can bring them back with us," he whispered in her ear, barely wanting to believe it for himself. But he wanted Hermione to believe. Even if he didn't have all of the details straight, it didn't matter because she would figure it out. She always did.
"I don't understand, though, how will we come back? And what if the potion doesn't work? Or what if it works and we're immediately sent back to the Ministry? Or what if we don't end up with our loved ones, but somewhere more sinister?" she said, only mentioning a few of the many reasons she had why this plan would fail.
"I don't know. But we'll figure it out. We'll run tests, we'll practice, and together we will figure it out," he said grasping her hand tightly. "We always figure these things out," he said confidently. Hermione couldn't help but love him all the more in that moment. They were a formidable team. Harry made her believe with all of her heart, even if her brain told her it was impossible.
"Let me think about this for awhile. I need time to process this and work it out. I have a couple of ideas already, but I need time," she said, excitement in her voice, too. Harry's plan was bare--he wanted so badly to see the people they had lost in the war and he thought that the veil in the ministry held some promise of "crossing over", as he had called it. And that was it. There wasn't much more to the plan except for this potion he mentioned. It all sounded like science fiction, but she didn't want to write off his idea. Plus, she hadn't seen him so excited about anything for quite some time.
"I knew you would give it a try!" Harry said kissing her hard on the lips. "I love you Hermione, and I know that together we can do it," he said. She laughed and then kissed him back.
"Anything for you, Harry," she said breathlessly. She was so taken in by him. She would have offered to step in front of a bus had he told her that the bus would drive right through her. And knowing Harry, the bus would pass through her harmlessly simply because he believed it would. She wanted to believe and decided that she would do anything to make his dreams come true. Even if it meant dying temporarily, she though nervously.
The next weeks passed in a blur. They were both busy at work and the upcoming anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts added to everyone's work load. This was the five year anniversary and everyone felt an increased importance to the event. Something about five years having passed made everyone feel a need to remember, reminisce, cry for those they had lost. Maybe that's why Harry felt such a powerful pull toward the veil. To do something about the meaningless deaths.
The two began spending considerable amounts of time after work examining the veil. It appeared to be a simple cloth that hung over an empty doorway. Hermione researched the veil--who had made it, why it was put there, how it worked, but they didn't really learn anything that could help them. The origins of the veil were sparse. It was suspected that the veil had been placed over a death-hole, or portal to the world of the dead, in order to prevent the dead from passing back into the world of the living. No one knew exactly who had placed the cloth, or even the exact composition of the cloth. Hermione removed a small amount of the cloth at the hem and performed countless experiments on it, but wasn't any closer to understanding the cloth.
"I don't get it Hermione, why can't we see what is on the other side?" Harry pounded his fist against the cloth. His hand disappeared through the cloth and then reappeared as he drew it back. It seemed as though they could pass through the cloth and come back again, but the only proof they had of this was when Harry dared to put his fist through.
"I'm not even sure why we can't see your hand once it travels through the cloth," Hermione exclaimed, exasperated by yet another mystery to the cloth. The cloth itself was strange, allowing Harry's fist to pass through without tearing. "Why did they think that this was even a death portal to begin with? Why here?" she asked for what seemed like the millionth time. She had more questions than answers. And although they had time to keep testing and experimenting, they both felt a pull as though their time may be running out.
"That's it," Harry said suddenly. "I'm walking through. At least then we'll know what happens when you cross through the cloth," Harry said standing up and facing the cloth as if he faced Voldemort again.
"Oh Harry, we've talked about that. We can't take risks like that," Hermione said grabbing him by the arm and pulling back. He pulled his arm away from her but slumped down.
"I just want this to work so badly, Hermione," he said dejectedly. She wrapped her arms around him and rested her head against his back.
"I do, too. So let's do it," she said suddenly feeling brave. "Let's just walk through together and see what happens," she said, half wondering if she was trying to shock Harry and half wondering if they should just do it. Nothing else had worked, so why not try?
"Hold on, we can't just do it without telling someone," Harry said, thoroughly surprised that Hermione was acting with such wild abandon.
"Sure we can. Let's just do it before we chicken out," she said, grabbing his hand and moving toward the veil. He laughed and pulled his hand away.
"You had me going there for a minute," he said nervously. He didn't know for sure if she was pulling his leg or not and he was freaking out on the inside that she may actually go through with this plan to just walk into a death portal.
"I'm serious Harry. Nothing else has worked and something obviously is going on when you put your hand through. I want to know what," she said standing dangerously close to the cloth.
"We just need to do more research, you know, try to come up with new ideas, Hermione," Harry said, now very serious in his demeanor. He was uncomfortable playing devil's advocate. Hermione was always talking him down and he didn't know exactly how to talk her down.
"We've done all of the research, come up with all of the ideas. There's nothing there, nothing new to learn. The only way is to walk through and figure it out from the other side," Hermione said daring to put her own hand through the cloth for the first time. She felt a chill pass through her. Instead of deterring her, it spurred her on. She had to know what was on the other side. She suspected that there was nothing. That this was all an elaborate hoax perpetrated by some past wizard or witch who probably had a fear of ghosts coming through an imaginary portal.
"I don't have the potion with me. I'm not even sure I can procure any. It's still in the experimental phases," he said, now desperate to change Hermione's mind. She wasn't one to act so rashly. Why had she changed her mind so completely?
"Then you will get some. Tomorrow," she announced, finally turning from the cloth and facing him. "We will do this tomorrow. It's exciting, don't you see?" she said smiling at him. "We're going to find out what happens after death!" she held onto Harry's arms tightly.
"I'll do what I can, but I can't make any promises, Hermione," he said shaking out of her hold and pulling her away from the cloth. "But if you are ready to test this theory, I trust you completely. I will get the potion and tomorrow we will cross over," he said quickly. He didn't want to pass up this opportunity to find out and if Hermione was willing to do it, he knew he needed to make it happen quickly. Even if he didn't understand her reasoning, he wanted to know more than he wanted to talk her out of the whole thing.
The next evening, the two stood at the veil holding hands. Harry had in fact procured the potion to revive them once they crossed. They chose not to incorporate a near death experience, but instead to walk hand-in-hand through the cloth and see what was on the other side. The potion was a precaution--hopefully they wouldn't need to take the small tablets that smelled of sulphur.
Hermione smiled up at Harry. They kissed. "Oh," she exclaimed as she dropped her beaded bag.
"Here, I'll get it," Harry said and the two leaned down to pick up the bag from the floor at the same time. They bumped into one another and Hermione lost her balance. She reached out to grab Harry's arm but couldn't steady herself before she fell back into the veil, disappearing before Harry's eyes. He reached out for her but couldn't grab a hold of her in time. He looked up too late to see another hand reach for Hermione's and be pulled into the veil.
"Malfoy!" Harry shouted but he couldn't get a grip on the other man in time. Hermione fell through the veil with Draco Malfoy.
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