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Erasing the Pain	By : Seren1tyStar01 Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 23197 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hello all! We just wanted to say thank you sooo much for
reading and enjoying the first chapter!! ��You don�t know how much it means to us that
you like our story sooo far. So�this chapter finishes setting up the main plot
and in the next chapie, we promise to include some sexy scenes and a little
lime�perhaps even a lemon, depending on reviews of course.� Let this be a reminder��Constructive
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�� The time came for
7th year at Hogwarts to begin and as of yet, Hermione had not left her room.
Sensing her hesitation and unwillingness to move, Harry and Ron decided that
the only way she was going to get on the train, was to drag her. Barging in her
room, Harry and Ron charged her immediately, dodging books and things she was
throwing at them so she wouldn't have to go. Once they were close enough to
grab her, Harry went for her legs and Ron went for her arms and together, they
dragged her, screaming, all the way down the hall, past the kitchen, through
the dining room, and down the steps to the outside, where they could continue
from there, to the train station.

�� Kicking and
screaming in the cool afternoon air, Hermione could do nothing to deter her
captives, as they dragged her toward the train. Entering the station, she
watched as all the passersby gave her a look that she surmised; one would give
a crazy person, while shaking their heads, all the while turning slightly and
dismissing her just as easily as you would a fly.

�� Harry paced the corridor outside Hermione's
room, for the hundredth time, never taking his eyes off the door; constantly
hoping for some sign of improvement from the occupant on the other side. He and
Ron had decided to keep a constant vigil over the girl under their protection.
They had vowed she would come to no more harm, both swearing their lives would
end first. The only problem at the moment was that Hermione wouldn't come out
of her room. It had been nearly a week and she had yet to leave, even to get
fresh air or food.

�� Merlin only knew
what she was thinking. Of course, he had been through the same thing, the only
difference being he had been very young at the time and so though it hurt, it
didn't compare to the overwhelming pain she was experiencing at the moment.
Unfortunately, she wouldn't let anyone in to console her either; she had
completely shut herself off from the world. She wasn't even going to her
Hogwart's classes, which had to give some semblance of understanding about how
hurt she was.

�� Harry turned
around ready to pace the floor again, when he heard a door creak open behind
him. Slowly, as not to scare the occupant, he turned to see Hermione, blood-shot
eyes, red nose and chapped lips, surrounded by a mass of unkempt hair and deep
bags under grieving eyes met him, and he couldn't remember ever seeing her look
this beautiful. Relief flooded his system at the sight of her, but as soon as
she spotted him in the hallway in front of her, she darted back into her room,
slamming the door in the process. Drooping his shoulders and sighing in defeat,
he went to go find Ron. Something had to be done; she was wasting away in
there. Harry found Ron in the Gryffindor common room, playing Wizard�s Chess
with fellow 7th year, Seamus Finnegan.

�� How�s Hermione
doing?� Has she come out of her room
yet?�� Ron asked, looking up at Harry,
expectantly. Glancing between the two, Harry settled his gaze on Ron. �She
hasn't changed at all. She sits there, looking out the window, staring into
space. She doesn't talk, she doesn't eat, she is wasting away and there is
nothing she will let us do to help her. The only improvement I have seen is
when I went back to check on her just now, she opened her door, but when she
saw me, she bolted back into her room. I am really starting to get worried
about her.�

�� Maybe we can get
Madame Pomphrey to help us try to get Hermione to talk to us,� Ron
suggested.� �That won�t work, mate.� If she comes up here to see Hermione, the
lass will never forgive you,� Seamus commented. �Ok, so that won�t work�Maybe
there�s a spell, or charm, or something that will help to take away her pain?�
Harry thought out loud.

�� Harry, I know
that you don�t like doing it, since we need to leave her alone for a while, but
we need to go to the library.�� But�Harry
started to protest.�� HARRY! Ron
interrupted, Our girl is hurting!� We HAVE to take away her pain!� Do you enjoy seeing her�or not seeing
her�like this?� Ron yelled.� �No.�� So then shut it and let�s go.�

Harry sighed.�
�Ok.�� Go get your dad�s cloak
and the Map.� We don�t want to get
caught.� Ron spoke quietly, as they walked up the staircase to the 7th year
Gryffindor boys� dormitory.

�� Harry and Ron
left for the library, shortly after. Once they arrived, they headed toward the
Restricted section and began their search. Harry began flipping through books
dealing with spells and imbuing items with magic. Ron began with enchantments
of the mind and other such magic�s. Three hours later, they still hadn�t found
anything to help their friend.� Harry
sighed in frustration.� Turning to yet
another book and opening it at a random page, he found something that could be
useful. Not believing his eyes, he read the spell several times before finally
letting the information sink in. �Oh Merlin, finally! Ron quick, over here!�
Harry whispered forcefully. �I found something that will work perfectly for our
situation.� Ron put his books away as quickly as possible and then crawled
quietly, so as not to be seen, to where Harry was sitting. Glancing around the
Restricted section, wary of prying eyes, he scrutinized the spell over Harry�s
shoulder. It read:

Erasing the Pain

Can�t breathe,

Suffocate.

Take the pain,

Please don�t wait.

Anguish grows

Vision fades,

Courage amplified

In spades.

�� Exclaiming
excitedly, �Bloody hell, finally!� Clapping a hand over his mouth forcefully,
Harry �Sssssshhhhhhdddddd� him before tucking the book securely into his pack
and hefting it over his shoulder. With the spell in a safe place, they quickly
cleaned up their mess and slipped quietly back to the common room. After
scribbling down the spell and copying all the needed ingredients for it to
work, Harry went back to the Restricted section to replace the spell book,
while Ron went to Snape�s closet to collect the herbs needed. Roughly, twenty
minutes later, they met back at the Gryffindor common room to go over any last
minute preparations, so that the following morning, without improvement from
Hermione, they would cast the Fearless spell to rid her of the remaining grief
in her heart. Hopefully, once the spell had completed its� task, Hermione would
be back to her happy, smart and sassy self. If this didn�t work, Harry and Ron
didn�t have a clue what would.

��

�� Late into the
night, Ron and Harry decided to retire for the evening. They needed what little
sleep they would get, for the spell to be powerful enough to rid her completely
of her sadness. If all worked like it should, she would clearly remember
everything, but instead of feeling heartbreak and sorrow, she would feel as if
she had finally moved on. Feelings of peace and contentment would replace her
anguish and she would be able to move on with her life. Hopefully, she would
never know that they had cast this spell for her, but even if she found out
about it, both Harry and Ron felt that her anger and hurt would be a warm
welcome compared to her dead eyes and soulless body because of this tragedy.
Above all, they just wanted their best friend back. She wouldn�t even talk to
either of them She had completely closed herself off from everyone and her
anguish was slowly eating away at her life force.

��

�� Around six in the
morning, Harry crept toward Ron�s bed, trying to be as quiet as possible, so as
not to wake the others. Shaking him softly, he whispered his name, over and
over again, until Ron slowly began to stir. Moments later, he bolted upright in
bed so fast; he hit his head on the lamp post over his bed. Harry couldn�t help
laughing at his antics. At least he wasn�t the only one who had hit his head
the same way. In any other situation, he would be doing more than laughing at
him, but they had more important things to do at the moment.

��

�� Feeling a little
better about himself, he slowly began heading toward the corridor, Ron
following close behind. It should only take no more than ten minutes for the
spell to be cast and for the effects to take place. As soon as that was done,
they would be able to go straight back to bed if they wanted, after all, it was
the weekend and therefore, there were no classes, hence the reason Ron was
still in his tee shirt and boxers. At least Harry had the decency to wear sweat
pants. A few minutes later found them in the common room and the only thing
they had to do was sneak into Hermione�s room. Luckily, they had planned for
this specific date so that her roommates would be home with their families, so
Ron and Harry didn�t have to worry about frightening them, or more importantly,
immobilizing them, so they could do what needed to be done, without
interruption.

�� Opening
Hermione�s door as quietly as possible, they crept slowly into her room, being
wary of her movements, so as not to wake her. Creeping up to her bed, they
gazed at the sleeping girl with mixed looks of sympathy, love and compassion;
hoping against hope that this spell would rid her of the anguish she
desperately clung to. Motioning for Ron to get to work, Harry reached into his
pocket and retrieved the spell, while Ron opened the vile containing the
elixir. Standing beside the bed and surrounding her, they each took a deep
breath, careful not to wake the sleeping girl. �Ready?� Harry asked. Ron
nodded. In one fluid motion, Harry opened Hermione�s mouth while Ron poured in
a few drops of the potion. As soon as the potion hit her tongue, she began to
emit a light purple glow. Understanding that as a signal the potion had taken
effect, they began to chant softly, while pointing their wands at her heart. Ron
nearly jumped out of his skin when she moved slightly, shifting the blanket so
that it hung down to the floor. Now, both boys had a perfect view of her flat
stomach and pale skin. After staring at her for a few moments, they slipped out
of the room before she woke up, and went back to their dorm to get more sleep.

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