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Title: Unknown
Trials

Rating: R

Fan Fiction Rating:
M

Warning:
Swearing, talk of sexual abuse to a minor, abuse and male/male relationships. Lemon Scene!

Story Interaction: This
story is an Interlude with �Unknown�.

Pairings: Harry x
Draco, Ron x Hermione

Authors Notes: Thanks
heaps for the reviews everyone. I�m really glad you are enjoying the chapters.
Hopefully you all also enjoy this chapter.

Disclaimer: The
characters used in this story belong to J.K Rowling. I only own the plot line.

Chapter Eleven � Bliss

We must have dozed off. It looks to be about twelve, the
room is dark and the curtains are pulled closed to hide the moon and stars.
Beside me Harry�s sleeping soundly, one arm lying over my stomach, his other
folded and hidden under the pillow under his head. My heads resting against his
shoulder, my leg hooked over his. This is a normal position for us to wake up
in, we�re both movers in our sleep, and we both have a tendency to curl up to
the nearest heat source.

I�m once again feeling cold, and though my eyes are a little
sore I feel much better� or as better as I can feel after going into shock.

I tilt my head back, so that I can see Harry�s face, and I
can�t suppress the smile as I see his sleeping face. His hair is splayed out
over the pillow and over his forehead, his lips parted as he breathes calmly,
his chest raising and falling with each breath.

He stayed with me, not once have I managed to scare him away
from me� Not that I�m trying or anything. But so far Harry has gone through so
many trials. He�s faced my past, my secrets and my ex-boyfriend� he�s gone
through so much for me, and not once has he been scared away from me.

I remember thinking, back at a barbeque Harry had dragged me
to a while ago, how Harry would be disgusted with me if he ever knew about my
past activities. But he knows nearly everything, he�s even met one of the
demons from my past, and it only seems to make him hold onto me tighter.

I�m yet to see him run. I don�t think he ever will.

Slowly I uncurl myself, a small smile on my lips as I prop
myself up on my elbows so that I can look down at him properly.

This is the man I�m dating, and this is the man I know I
want to stay with. Harry has been more then the best boyfriend someone can ask
for. He�s given up a lot to be with me, he�s given up a lot of public love when
he publicly announced his love for me. He�s risked a lot, and he did that all
for me.

I may sometimes find myself unworthy of him � such as
earlier in my breakdown � but Harry wouldn�t care. He sees me as an angel, an
innocent and perfect god, and I�m flattered.

I brush my fingers over his fringe, watching as it shifts slightly
under my touch before it falls back in place over his closed eyes.

I�m very lucky, and I�ll never take his love for granted.

Harry shifts in his sleep, a small incoherent murmur
escaping his lips as he turns his head to the side, a small sigh escaping as he
settles down again.

Come to think of it� This would be the perfect opportunity
to get up to no good. This would � as a matter of fact � be the perfect time to
get back at him. Oh, I can return to my earlier plans.

It�s midnight. I have no worries of any kind of
interruption, like what happened earlier with the bitch. This would be perfect.

I can�t help but grin cheekily as I slowly lean down, my
lips hovering millimetres above Harry�s. I�ve got him now.

Carefully I lower my lips onto his. I kiss him gently, just
a graze of the lips as not to wake him too early. I feel devilish, evil almost.
My stomachs squirming and I can�t get rid of the grin that�s on my lips.

Harry has no idea.

I have him off guard. I have him just lying here, sleeping.
I�m awake, I�ve just gotten back from a very scary and active two days, I�ve
gone into shock hours ago and now I feel like I want to celebrate my safe
return and Harry�s quick recovery.

We�re disserving of a rest. We�re dating, we�ve just been
through hell and what better way to loosen up then to celebrate late at night,
a night that we have all to ourselves. I know for a fact Harry would agree with
me if he were awake.

I�ll just have to time him and see how long it takes him
before he wakes up and agrees with me.

Oh, I am the devil in reincarnation, and Harry�s yet to know
that this angel has just graduated with a pitch fork and tail.

I drag my lips in a butterfly touch across his cheek and
towards his ear. Every now and again I�d apply a small amount of pressure as I
make my way towards his ear. I lean on him a littler, my leg shifting up, my
toes dragging lightly across his inner leg.

I guess he got undressed, he�s only wearing his black boxes,
but I�m still wearing most of my clothes. It tells me that he had � at one
stage � pulled away to get undressed and ready for bed.

I reach his ear and with a small smirk I capture his earlobe
between my lips, suckling it lightly. I flick my tongue out to touch it, my
lips releasing the lobe and allowing my tongue to trail up around the side of
the ear, all the way to the top before making its way all the way back down to
the lobe, where once again I take it between my lips and suckle.

I shift my leg again, moving it to the mattress on the other
side of Harry�s and shift myself until my knees are touching the mattress on
either side of the brunette, my arms keeping me supported above his still
sleeping form.

I make sure I don�t lie on him; that would wake him up.
Instead I keep on my hands and knees and allow my lips to graze over his warm
skin.

I pull back towards his ear and blow cool wind onto the
recently sucked lobe, smirking in triumph when Harry murmurs something and
shifts.

This is fun.

Slowly I make my way down from his ear, my lips running
along his slightly rough skin. I�ll have to tell him to shave tomorrow, but I
honestly don�t mind the rough texture of his skin from his unformed beard.

I flow open-mouthed kisses down along his junction. Every now
and then I flick my tongue out to taste his skin and to see if I can get him to
tremble. Not too much trembling yet, but I�m pretty sure the sensations are
going straight down south.

I quickly pull away and sit up on my knees, smugly taking
note of the half erection of the still sleeping man below me. I tug my shirt
over my head and throw it over the bed before I lean back down again, still not
resting any of my weight on his body.

I kiss his neck, over his collarbone, where a few well
placed nibbles are placed, then, slowly, I move back up his neck to his jaw
line before I make my way towards his still parted lips. For a few seconds I
just hover there, watching as his breathing becomes a little heavier, his
erection now straining his boxers.

I�m really, really evil. But I�m enjoying myself.

I move one of my hands from its support, and move it to
hover over Harry�s chest. I study his face, making sure he�s still sleeping
before I brush my fingers over the puffs of hair on his chest.

�Hmmph� Harry almost moans, his
head turning to the other side, still sleeping.

I make sure to keep an eye on his face, watching closely for
any sign of consciousness. My fingers continue to move, brushing over his chest
hairs, making their way towards his nipples which are already turning into hard
pebbles.

With my long digits I slowly brush the tips of my fingers
over his nipple, disturbing the hair near them with the back of my knuckles.

Beneath me Harry gives a small � sleepy � moan, his back
slightly arching into my touch.

Making sure my touch stays ghostly, I draw small circles
around his nipple. I can feel myself already aroused, but I ignore my own wants
and concentrate on Harry.

I move down, still keeping my weight off him, my fingers
move down from his chest and to his stomach, where I graze the backs of my
nails over his taut skin, feeling it quiver beneath my touch and smirking as I
do.

I blow some cold air over the already hard pebbles. My
tongue flicks out and over it briefly before my lips close down around the tight
skin. A clearer moan escapes Harry�s mouth, his back arching into my lips.

He�s waking up now.

I suckle gently on his nipple, my fingers still moving
gently between our bodies, grazing gently over his stomach, making the muscles tighten
beneath the touch.

I release the dark nipple from my mouth and move across his
chest, making sure to press a light kiss to the middle of the chest before I
reach the other hardened nipple, when I reach here I repeat the same actions
and close my mouth around it.

Harry�s breath has deepened, his chest heaving in air as he
becomes more and more aroused.

I can feel my own breath laboured as my hand moves and my
fingers drag gently along the elastic of the boxes.

�Hmm, Draco� Harry groans. I release his nipple and look up.
He�s head is tossed back, his lips parted as he pants heavily. His eyes are
closed, but there�s no doubt about it, he�s awake.

I move up his body, my hand though remains at the elastic of
his boxes, one of my fingers already hooked under it, teasing as it moves
across but no further in.

I place kisses at his neck and move up to his lips. Harry
eagerly takes my lips within his, his hands moving up the back of my legs � as
I�m still cat like on my knees and hands above him � They move slowly up my
legs, over my ass and up my back.

I moan when one of his hands move back down to my waist and
slowly slide around it, his fingers grazing over my skin. His hand stops just
near the button of my pants, teasing me as he doesn�t undo them and only draws
little invisible designs over my skin instead, coming close to where my pants
start and skin vanishes before moving away.

It�s as frustrating as hell, but I�ve noticed that I�m doing
the same thing to him. So I guess it�s only fair.

We break our kiss and I once again start to trail down his
neck, moaning when I feel his fingers clutch the button of my pants and start
to undo them along with the zipper.

His hand slips under my pants, and slowly pulls them down. I
help by bringing the hand that had been playing with his stomach up to tug at
the pants as well. As soon as I managed to kick them off and throw them over
the bed to join my shirt, I lean back in to get to work.

I�m now completely naked, still above Harry, but he�s still
got his boxes on. So in order to make things fair�

I slip my hand down past the elastic and easily come in
contact with the erection. With an encouraging groan from Harry I wrap my
fingers around the member.

�Draco� Harry murmurs in a deep husky voice. His hands shift
to my waist and then down around, his fingers glide over my balls and over my
erection, making me groan and drop my head down into the crook of his neck.

I momentarily forget about where my hand is, and instead
concentrate on Harry�s fingers as they move over my throbbing member. It wasn�t
until Harry thrusted into my hand that I remembered where I was. And bitting my
lower lips I try to push the waves of pleasure aside as Harry continues to
touch my privates.

Releasing his erection I move to his boxes and tug at them.
Harry lifts his hips and I slip them off, allowing him to take care of the rest
as he kicks them off, none of us noticing where it landed.

I move my fingers over his thighs, drawing small patterns on
the inner thigh as I slowly make my way up.

Harry groans again, his head tossed back in pleasure as he
continues to pant and touch me.

I manage to pull myself away from Harry�s neck and move to
his lips. Once again he eagerly takes my lips, his tongue flickering over my
bottom lip, asking for access I grant eagerly.

I allow myself to slowly lower onto his body, wanting more
touch then just hands and lips. There�s already a light sheen of sweat over us,
as we continue to kiss and touch.

The hand that had been touching my erection shifted and
moved back to my hip before sliding down over my butt.

�Harry� I pant as I break the kiss.

Slowly he opens his eyes; they�re deep green, his pupils
dilated in arousal. He looks to me and places another kiss against my lips.

I kiss back before I slowly make my way down past his neck;
it�s now that I notice the small newly formed scar, it�s only a sliver line
across his skin, but I know what had cased it.

I kiss it.

Suddenly Harry shifts, rolling me onto my back as he rolls
on top of me.

I look up at him, slightly startled before I moan when he
grounds his pelvis down onto mine. My hands move up to his shoulders, my nails
lightly digging into his skin as he continues to roll his hips into mine.

My legs are spread and my knees bent with my feet planted
firmly on the matrass, my toes curled. I throw my head back, my eyes closed
tightly as I feel the waves of pleasure move through my body.

�Harry!� I moan desperately, my hands moving up into his
hair and my fingers curling into the long locks.

He moans as he drops his head into the crook of my neck, his
breath ghosting over my neck, causing me to shudder.

His hand moves down my body, gently mapping it out as if he
had never seen it before. His hand moves down between out bodies.

Within moments I feel a sleek finger enter me, making me
moan deep in my throat. Soon a second finger follows, and gently he stretches
me, making me moan and squirm beneath him.

My entire body feels as if it�s on fire, sweat is now
trickling down my legs and over my body. My breaths are heavily laboured as he
continues to stretch me. When he removes his fingers I whimper before groaning
when he presses his erection against my entrance.

I slip my arms around his shoulders, and welcome the lips
that move across my jaw line and toward my lips. We both moan when he pushes
in.

Within moments Harry�s fully inside me. For a while we stay
still, panting and exchanging light kisses and touches, and then with my back
arching pleadingly, he starts to move.

We�re both panting and sweating, and both trying to hold on
as long as we can, trying to make it all last.

When he hits my prostrate I give a cry and clutch onto him
tighter. �Harry!� I hear myself cry again as he once again hits my prostrate,
making my entire body shudder and arch.

Harry moans as he drops his head once again into the crook
of my neck, his pace quickens and when he hits my prostrate from a different
angle I cry and com. My fingers tighten into his hair, my head thrown back. I
can feel myself shudder in waves of pleasure that shoot throughout my body.

Above me Harry gives a cry as he coms, his seeds releasing
into me. His body shudders in pleasure.

Slowly Harry rolls off me, panting as he does.

�Well� that was� interesting� he comments as he tries to
catch his breath.

I chuckle and lean over the side of the bed, blindly groping
around until I found Harry�s wand and use it to clean both of us up before I
put it back.

Rolling over I rest my head on the brunettes shoulder,
feeling very content as he slides his arm around my waist. �Hmm� I hum as I
snuggle up to him, my arm moving over his stomach. �But nice� I murmur.

Harry chuckles and kisses the top of my head. �No
complaints� he informed before yawning.

Now I feel content, and who wouldn�t after that? I snuggle up closer to Harry.

I can�t help but allow my eyes to wonder over his still sweaty
chest. But I�m not really looking at the tanned skin and still hardened
nipples. Though now that my mind is there�

Blinking away those thoughts that I don�t have the energy to
spend time on, I continue to look over the chest that�s within eye level with
me. That scar, he�s going to have it for the rest of his life.

It�s a whitish silver line, looking faintly old even though
it�s only a day or so old. I know it�s not my fault that it happened. I�m
hardly to blame for a lunatics thought. But I can�t help but trace my finger
over it and whisper an apology.

�It�s not your fault. Go to sleep� Harry murmurs to me, his
arm tightening around my waist as his other hand tugs the blankets up over our
naked bodies.

I�m feeling extremely exhausted though, so I�m able to nod
and close my eyes, welcoming the heavy slumber that takes me moments later.

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�Harry!�

The purple pickle suddenly screamed at me, making me blink
in startled surprise, my fork and knife hesitating above it.

�Harry!�

This isn�t right. It�s just plain wrong in fact. The
pickle�s looking at me with large black eyes, it doesn�t have a mouth, but it�s
still managing to somehow scream Harry�s name at me. Perhaps I shouldn�t eat
it. But then I may be insulting the Cherries. I don�t want to insult them.

I look back down to the purple pickle. I have to eat it, if
I don�t the Cherries will torture me with indecent words� but this would be so
much easier if the pickle would stop screaming for Harry.

I have no choice.

Closing my eyes tightly I lower my fork and knife to the
pickle that�s lying helplessly on my leaf like plate.

There�s a shriek; a long and loud shriek.

My eyes shoot open. What the�?

I hear a door slam shut. Beside me Harry shoots up, his eyes
wide and startled as he looks around the room.

I�m also wide-eyed looking around the room. What had that
been?

�Harry!� A scream of both fright and embarrassment came from
behind the door.

�Wha� Hermione?� Harry called, his
brows raised in surprise as he looks to me.

I�m just as shocked as he is though. What on earth is
Hermione doing here? And what�s with all the screaming?

Once again the door opens, though the brown haired lady
behind it seems very timid as she peers around it, her eyes almost squinted
closed.

This is when I have the decency to shriek and grab the
blankets that had somehow managed to find its way to the bottom of the bed,
leaving both Harry and my equally naked bodies free to view.

Tugging the blankets up, I both blush and glare at the girl
at the door. �Do you mind!� I shout at her. The nerve of her! Barging in here!
At no more then seven in the morning too! And not even bothering to knock, just
barging right in!!

Hermione�s eyes are closed tightly as she stands in the
doorway. Her face seems both flushed and worried.

�Hermione, what is it? Is something the matter?� Harry � the
hero minded Gryffindor � asks.

That�s the last question on my mind. I feel more like
screaming at her to get out. I�m naked! For good measures I hold the blanket up
to my chin, still glaring heatedly at the girl.

Peeking one eye open � a deep blush colouring her entire
face now � she opens her other eye and sighs. Then, before I know it she�s
running across the room and flinging her arms over both Harry and myself.

I mean� I know I�m hot and all, and I know I�ve been told
I�ll have girls throwing themselves at me, but I really hadn�t taken it
seriously.

I hold tighter to my blanket. �Granger!�

�I was so worried! We were so worried! I heard! Ron�s at the
hospital!� She says almost frantically as she pulls back and looks to Harry,
searching him up and down.

I�m not in the slightest amused. Grabbing more of the
blanket I tug it up over Harry�s body, making sure to glare darkly at the girl
again. At least she has the decency to blush.

�Ron�s at the hospital? Is he alright?!�

Who cares? She walked in on me naked! She saw me!! Someone take me to a
counsellor! I need counselling!!

�He�s fine! He�s looking for you!� She says before her eyes
widen and she jumps off the bed. �I better tell him I found you!� Then she runs
from the room.

�What was that about?� I ask as I look over to the mused
Harry beside me. His hair looks worse then ever, sticking out and about, though
he is carrying that glow that pleasantly grins and say: �Merlin I had a Great
Night� to the world, what with his slightly swollen lips, still flushed skin
and not to mention those small love bites all over his neck.

Shaking his head, the brunette pushed the blankets off him
and climbed out of the bed. I could sit back and enjoy myself, but I don�t
think it�s the right time for that, so I just follow suit and also climb out of
the bed, shivering as the morning air hits my bare skin.

�It�s really cold� I can�t help but murmur, grabbing Harry�s
attention as he pulls on some long black cargo pants.

Making his way back towards me � in all my full freezing glory
might I add � he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me into a warm and
comforting hug. He�s resting his chin on my head, and breathing in my scent,
like he always does in a morning, not once has he failed to breathe in my
aroma. I must really smell good.

�I love you� He whispers, his arms tightening a little as he
presses his lips to the crown of my head.

Sometimes he goes very romantic and emotional on me, and
even though I�m a Slytherin, a male and a Malfoy, I love every minute of it.

I wrap my arms around his waist and snuggle into his warmth.
�Love you too.�

And there�s a shriek!

For a mili split micro second I thought it was Harry that
made that horrified girls shriek. If it where, he would get a fist in the
stomach for even reacting that way when he knows I�m not the sort of person to
declare love easily. But that was only a mili split micro second, so I really
didn�t have the time to act because after that mili split micro second it
occurred to me that the shriek was too girly, and within all my life of knowing
Harry, I have never known him to shriek like a girl.

It�s horrifying to admit that it didn�t take me too long to
realise who the shriek had came from, or even why. My face is red hot and my
arms tighten around Harry�s waist while I silently plead, bribe, beg, demand
and insist that the ground open up and swallow me whole. This has to be the
most embarrassing day of my life.

Hermione�s at the door again, once again shrieking like the
girl she is, eyes shut, trying to protect the once virgin innocent eyes.

Harry�s quick to react, and within moments he�s tugging a
sheet around my shoulders and making sure I�m covered, he even done the honours
as to spare Mrs Weasley a glare, though I must admit he could do better, or I
know for a fact that I can do better, and I do.

I pull back a little from Harry so that I can grab the sheet
and tug it tightly around my body, still glaring darkly at the brown haired
girl at the door. How dare she see me nude twice!

Harry�s hands slip away from me as he turns to the girl. I
look around him, trying to make her understand that I am very displeased with
her timing.

Behind her, just reaching the doorway is a panting and
panicked looking Weaselly, his hair a mess and I don�t think my vocabulary is
ready to assimilate his dress wear.

�Harry!� He shouts as soon as he gets glimpse of the
shirtless brunette, and rushing forward he almost bowels Harry over in an
overexcited, overenthusiastic hug. Am I missing something? Did these two used
to be lovers or something?

I step closer to Harry.

I bet they did! I bet he and Harry used to be really close.

I step a little closer to Harry.

He better let him go, before I scream and throw something at
him, at both of them.

I think Harry heard my warning� or even if he didn�t, he
still pulled away from Ron, stood back beside me and looked to the two in front
of him.

�Why are you two here?� He asked, what an all mighty
question. Something I�m interesting in knowing too. Running in here � seeing me
nude twice � and then acting like lost
lovers reunited, I believe I have a right to hear this answer.

Hermione�s looking relieved and yet still worried as she now
moves forward and hugs him again. �We heard about the attack and came straight
away� she stated as she pulled back and looked up at Harry, my Harry.

Realisation seemed to dawn on the brunette as he looked to
the girl in his arms and then the ruffled red-head behind her. �I�m fine!� He
stated as he hugged the brown haired Gryffindor tightly, then pulled back and
looked down at her.

I don�t believe this! All this panic was all because they
heard that Harry had been shot? Did they bother to read the rest of the
article? If they did, they would have heard that he was fine. There was
absolutely no need to barge in here this early in the morning and ruin my day!
I had plans for today! I was going to tell Harry I want to live with him! I
wanted it to be just us today, just a peaceful day together� damn friends.

�I heard about you as well, Malfoy.� Great� An intimidating
Weasel isn�t something I want to deal with at the moment.

�Oh?� I ask, raising a brow, knowing full well I�m railing
him up with my facial expression.

He bristled a little as he nods. �Yeah. Eloped?� He asked,
raising a brow at me, ready to hear my answers, though he looks far from
believing anything I say.

Well screw him�. Wait, no� that�s just wrong�

I glare. That�s all I think of doing and it works well in my
mind. How dare he look at me like that� like it was something he had expected
out of me� I won�t stand and take this crap.

Gritting my teeth I try to keep my anger under-control. He
can be such an asshole at times, just like his sister.

He�s looking at me with the expression of �I told Harry you
would do something like this to him�. I can�t believe this asshole! I know we
patched a few things up, but I seriously think that the only reason he puts up
with me is because if he doesn�t both Harry and Hermione will knock his head
off.

I won�t stay here and take his insults. I don�t disserve
them.

I turn to Harry, completely ignoring the red-head. �I have
to go home, Harry. Pansy and Blaise will want to know what�s going on� I state,
still angry.

The brunette nods as he spares the red-head Weasel a glare
before pulling away from the equally glaring Mrs Weasley and wraps his arms
around me.

�Okay. Don�t come into work� He whispers into my ear as he
presses a kiss to my neck.

�You too. You need to rest� I state in return as I allow my
body to turn to gel in his arms. I rest my head in the crook of his neck and
sigh as I breathe in his familiar scent.

�I�ll have to go in around lunch, but I�ll only be there for
an hour. I�ll see you this afternoon� He says, not really in a request, more of
a statement.

I nod, my eyes closed. This is how I wanted to spend my day.
Just the two of us, lounging around home, talking, making out and what-not� No,
I don�t blame his friends for dropping what they were doing and coming over to
make sure everything was okay, they wouldn�t be good friends if they didn�t do
that, but I wish the news didn�t get to them until later. I just wanted to
spend some time with my boyfriend in peace.

�I�m sorry� He whispers to me, kissing my neck again. �I�ll
make sure to yell at Ron before he goes� he states to me, making me chuckle and
nod. �Will you come over later?� Harry asks me as he pulls back and looks down
at my face.

I smile and nod. I may just get to spend some time with him�
hopefully. �Yeah, how about around one?� I ask as I move on my tip-toes and
place a light kiss on his lips.

�That�s fine.�

I�d be here even if it wasn�t.

I pull back from his arms and look around the floor, seeking
my clothes. They couldn�t have gotten too far� I chucked them� Ah ha!

One down, two to go.

�Your shirts over there� Harry states with a chuckle as he points
to the other side of the bedside table.

Two down, one to go.

�Where are my boxes?� I state after I do a full turn �
noticing as I do that the doors closed and both the Wesley�s are gone. Hermione
must have had the decency to give us some private time and ushered the asshole
out.

�Here they are� Harry states from the end of the bed. I have
no idea how they got there, they should have landed next to the pants� Oh well,
not my place to question.

Three down, none to go.

I don�t want to go home and get in contact with Blaise and
Pansy, though I know I have to, they�d be a little worried if they read the
papers� But I don�t want to go! I want to stay with Harry and talk!

We�re both dressed, and still I don�t want to go as we make
our way out of the bedroom, Harry walking in my wake towards the lounge room
where I can here Hermione scowling Weasley for the way he talked to me. Go
Granger!

I don�t want to step past the boundaries of the hallway,
that�d mean I�d have to make my way towards the door, and they I�d have to
leave� Yes I want to get a hold of Pansy and Blaise and tell them what�s
happened� but Harry.

Strong arms wrap around my waist, pulling me back against
the warm and tight chest, Harry rests his chin on my shoulder. �Are you sure
you want to leave? I can ask them to come back later.�

Oh, don�t tempt me.

�No� you have to talk to them just as much as I have to talk
to my friends� I�ll be back later� I state with a sigh that silently announces
to him not to listen to my stupid words and instead do what he said.

He chuckles and kisses my neck. �You�re right.�

No I�m not! Tell them to go away! Screw them!

I turn in his arms and wrap my own arms around him, hugging
him close and sighing when I feel his lips descend on mine.

This man must have graduated in the kissing department!

I find myself helplessly arching into his body as his tongue
sweeps over my lower lip. I can feel his small smirk, and it would irritate me
if it wasn�t busy turning me on. Damn this man to hell and back.

He pushes me up against a wall, pressing himself against me,
still smirking into the kiss like a bloody smug asshole.

However, when I remember just where I am and just who is in
the room near us, I pull apart � with great
difficulty � and sigh as he presses his forehead against mine, his clouded eyes
looking down at me smugly. I�d stamp on his foot just to wipe that smug look
off his face.

�You�re an ass.� No, they aren�t my killer words of the day,
I don�t seem to be gifted with damaging vocabulary, but my point is still
carried across as Harry chuckles and places another kiss on my lips before
pulling back.

�And yet you still love me.� Damn this man!

I will forever regret telling him those three words!

�Hmph� Ah ah!
The power of an �hmph!� It�s not a disagreement, but
it�s also not an agreement. Maybe I have the gift with grunts, groans, moans
and gasps� Harry would back me up with that one� bloody bastard.

We move towards the doorway in the lounge room. Hermione
stands from the lounge and approaches us, her brown gaze moves straight to me.

�I�m sorry about Ron, he�s just stressed, he was really
worried� she says, trying to rectify her husbands behaviour towards me. I�d
like to tell her that stress has nothing to do with it, but instead of getting
on her bad side as well I just nod and give her a small smile.

�I understand� I state, lying between my teeth would have to
be my best trait.

Harry opens the door for me and guides me out of the
apartment. �I�ll talk to you later� he says as he once again wraps his arms
around me and places a kiss on the corner of my mouth. Oh, no you don�t! I want
a proper kiss.

I turn my head and capture his lips. Not in the least bit
fazed with the small smirk he gives before allowing the kiss to deepen.

He�s a true bastard this man.

�See you later� he says as he pulls back, leaving me
slightly disorientated but nodding in agreement.

To Be Continued�
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