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Harry Potter and the Veil of Friendship	By : Christina_Potter_09 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 14958 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2 – Mistakes and Betrayal

With a loud crack, both Harry and Hermione were out of the Leaky Cauldron. They held hands as they used to do and started for the pub, they entered the building and Tom immediately helped them to a table. Harry ordered breakfast for two and silence fell between them when Tom left, sometimes, after many tiring hours in the training, Harry and Hermione visited the Cauldron just for a butterbeer before heading back home. Hermione looked around and Harry pinned his eyes on her face. He was surprised to say the least of her learning so many things about Ron and almost ending things with him and not even tearing up. With a flick of hope, Harry thought that the time of Hermione crying over every stupid thing Ron does was finally over. Harry hadn’t realized Hermione had pinned her own eyes on him; he smiled almost goofily at her.

‘What is it?’ Hermione asked and Harry just shrugged and smiled.

‘I’m just happy you’re relaxed, that’s all.’ Harry said and Hermione smiled as well, probably for the first time that day.

‘Well, to be perfectly honest, things with Ron were dying down the last months.’ Hermione said and Harry felt a few inches taller. He never talked with Ron about their love lives because talking about your best friend’s sister with him and your female best friend with him as well was something that made Harry’s guts twist.

‘I see,’ Harry only said. ‘But you’re angry with him,’ he added and Hermione looked deep in his eyes once more that day.

‘Of course I am, I trusted him with many important things in my life, Harry, he was my first relationship.’ Hermione said and Harry felt his blood boiling at the thought of Ron having Hermione in many and intimate ways, the only thing that soothed his pain was the past tense she used. ‘I’m sure you understand me,’ Hermione added and Harry looked at her quizzically.

‘You and Ginny…’Hermione said so he could get the point, he raised his eyebrows and nodded. She knew he was a bit confused, she also knew that he was different from the start of the day, when Hermione was thinking of her possible break up with Ron, an option that always occurred to her even at her best days with him; she thought she’d be devastated with the break up from her first serious relationship, her first lover.

But no, Hermione Granger felt nothing than disappointment and anger for the youngest Weasley son. She was so tired of being with Ron, fighting, arguing, never finding peace and if she wanted to be true to herself she was somehow relieved when she found the love notes of his to Brown, now she had the chance to end all this mistake of hers and keep up with her life.

Looking at the raven haired man in front of her made her mind dare to travel to those old dreams of hers, those dreams of her being one of his girlfriends, feeling his body against hers like she did before and not being ashamed. For a few splitting seconds she dared to think of Harry and her as she did back in their school time and the Horcrux hunt, the times Hermione Granger was in love with Harry Potter, her best friend, her brother, she just hoped that her heart could be free, that Harry Potter wouldn’t still have the power to devastate her with a single word, because Hermione Granger’s heart was still bleeding at the simple though of her best friend with the shaggy hair and the emerald eyes.

When Hermione realized her feelings the trio was in a row in a cold tent, somewhere; in the middle of nowhere. When she saw Ron running out of the tent and away, and seeing her left behind with Harry, Hermione knew, Hermione had chosen who deserved to have it all and which one must come second in her heart. Harry was the winner that night, and many more nights that came and the winner takes it all. Her love for Harry was the reason of sending her parents so far away, Harry was the reason for her suffering so much in her six years in Hogwarts and her time in the Horcrux hunt, her love for this darn handsome man was the reason of her being who she was.

‘Hermione, are you still in there?’ Harry’s voice stopped her thoughts. She snapped and looked at him almost alarmed.

‘Yes, I’m sorry; I got carried away for a moment.’ Hermione said apologetically as the breakfast came and she helped Tom to serve them.

‘I saw that,’ Harry said and just hoped she was thinking something else than Ron. When Tom left again the pair started eating in silence.

‘I think I will move to my parents’, for awhile at least.’ Hermione said after awhile and Harry almost chocked at his orange juice. ‘It’s the only place I can go, Harry, and don’t give me that look.’ Hermione added as she saw hurt in his eyes. Maybe moving at her old house would help her to suppress her anger for Ron and her feelings for Harry, even if she doubted it, she had to give a shot.

‘Hermione, come on, now.’ Harry said, the very same talk had taken place a few years ago when Hermione was ready to leave for Australia without him or Ron. After almost two days of trying, Harry had finally made it and followed her. He never understood why she didn’t want him with her that time.

‘What do you want me to do, Harry? Return in the flat and having Ron smelling Brown’s perfume all over? Do I deserve that?’ Hermione asked and Harry looked at his plate, he wasn’t sure if she would accept his proposal but he had nothing to lose.

Hermione looked at him for awhile looking at his plate and even if she fought not to admit it, he looked cute and handsome with his eyebrows frowned in thought.

‘Of course you don’t deserve such things, Mione.’ He said and Hermione felt her stomach aching at the sound of her beloved nickname. ‘Maybe you could come with me in Grimmauld; you shouldn’t worry your parents, anyway.’ Harry said and Hermione closed her eyes at the thought of him and her in the old house. She knew Harry kept the house in a great condition, other people would have taken it down already but Harry decided to make something knew out of the old, depressing place. He indeed had made a wonderful place to live in; she never understood why he kept living with her and Ron in the small apartment in London.

But didn’t she want to live with him in Grimmauld? Would she be able to keep her masked feelings in the same way with him alone in the same place with her? Would that be possible? Hermione knew she would disappoint her parents since they had warned her –and Harry was right there to listen to it- that one day, sooner or later Ron would hurt her. And now, they came true. Hermione sighted, on one hand, she would have to fight not to expose her feelings if she lived with Harry, but on the other hand, she knew her parents would be really sad to see their little girl returning home because someone like Ron broke her.

Hermione Granger didn’t break.

‘Fine,’ she finally answered and Harry flashed a bright smile and let loose of a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. He felt like the most fortuned man in the world for having a new start with Hermione. Grimmauld was the perfect place by now for two people and Harry knew he could do anything for Hermione to help her adjust. ‘But if you want me as roommate then we should move soon.’ Hermione said and Harry smiled and nodded his head.

‘If you want to, we can move our things by magic even today.’ Harry said and Hermione simply nodded. Big changes were happening to them but they were both willing to follow the flow, they had nothing to stop them after all, a shattered friendship and a broken and betrayed relationship were the last things that held them back.

‘It’s a nice ide- ‘Hermione started but stopped as she pinned her eyes somewhere behind Harry. He turned and looked at the stairs of the pub, connecting the bar with the bedrooms in the floors above. There; Ron was moving down with Lavender behind him, holding her by the hand.

Hermione stood up and so Harry did, the last proof they both needed so they could stop secretly to feel guilty for their feelings was right in front of them. Ron soon looked around and stopped on his tracks when he saw Hermione and Harry looking in silence back at them, he let of Lavender’s hand and moved faster down the stairs in an attempt to approach Hermione.

Harry moved close to Hermione who was still unmoving with her eyes pinned on the redhead. Harry knew this look on her face, disdain, disappointment and tiredness. Harry left a few galleons on the table and wrapped his arms around Hermione, when he felt her hugging him back, he closed his eyes momentary at the feel of her body and then he apparated both away.

The next thing they saw was their flat. Harry let of Hermione and looked at her face, a few tears were ready to escape her eyes, Hermione sniffed her nose and pointed the house’s walls, she cast a powerful anti-apparation charm and left for her bedroom. Harry stood there for a few moments and took a few breaths; he released the charm as he knew it could be proven dangerous for the ones that would try to enter the house and with another short breath left to pack his own things.

In the room close to Harry; Hermione was taking her things frantically out of drawers, cupboards, the wardrobe and shelves by magic. She wiped her angry tears and kept packing in boxes she conjured with her wand, in a few minutes all her clothes were packed along with her personal items, now only her books were left to be packed, she started moving all her books in boxes, “accioing” other things from the rest of the flat as she tried to fight the urge to cry.

She was so sad for all this, for losing a friendship of so many years just because Ron thought he could do such things. Darn it all, she didn’t deserve that. She was also terrified of how she would live alone under the same roof with Harry this time, the tense that had build up the last months, even years, sometimes suffocated her, the way her body set itself on fire every time she felt Harry’s body against hers drover her crazy. The need she felt for him every time he looked at her with those sad, emerald eyes made her cry for release. And yet again, she couldn’t imagine her life without those thrills, because after all, she was living for them, for the man who caused them to her…

‘Mione are you ready?’ Harry asked as he moved inside Hermione and Ron’s bedroom, he had been standing in the doorway for a few seconds just watching her packing, watching how her back’s muscles moved as she was tensed. Crookshanks moved close to him and Harry scooped the pet in his arms and handed him gently to Hermione’s when she turned and faced him.

‘Yes, I am, are you?’ she asked and he nodded.

‘I already sent my boxes to Grimmauld, I called and informed Kreacher about our move, he didn’t seem too happy but he accepted with no objection.’ Harry said and Hermione nodded as she put Crookshanks inside his basket. Harry moved close to some large boxes and with a complicated movement of his wand the boxes disappeared, he kept doing the same spell he had learnt in his training till all of Hermione’s boxes were gone from their view.

Hermione stood there watching him with her pet’s basket in her arms. When Harry finished with her stuffs he moved close to her and smiled.

‘Thank you, for everything, Harry.’ Hermione said and Harry smiled wider and pulled her closer to him in his hug, even if Crookshanks’ basket was between them.

‘No problem, Mione, it’s more than my pleasure to be with you, anywhere and anytime,’ Harry said quietly and felt Hermione nodding and sighing. What would he give just to kiss and caress her as he wanted to, what would he give to make her his. He closed his eyes as a crack pulled him out of his thoughts and brought him back in his cruel reality. Hermione moved away from him, frowned.

‘He could split himself, Hermione, I couldn’t let him get hurt,’ Harry said apologetically at her frowned face about the release of the anti-apparition charm. Hermione only nodded as she knew he was right, regrets of Ron’s physical health was the last thing she wanted tormenting her mind.

‘Hermione!’ Ron’s voice heard and soon the redhead was entering the bedroom Harry and Hermione were standing in. Ron looked with horror in his eyes at the empty from Hermione’s items room and moved close to her ignoring Harry completely.

‘No!’ Hermione said warningly and took her wand in her hand from the back of her jeans.

“Don’t touch me!’ Ron stopped on his tracks.

‘Hermione, please, it wasn’t what it seemed to be.’ Ron started and Harry rolled his eyes in disbelief, he was ready to burst at Ron. Hermione snorted and gave a look at Harry before she answered to Ron.

‘Watching you changing day by day and finding your love notes buried in your drawers, and then seeing you and Brown coming from a place which contains only bedrooms. Well believe it or not, I’m not as stupid as you think, Ron!’ Hermione said raising her voice in every word.

‘Drop it Ron, it’s enough.’ Harry said and Ron this time turned at him.

‘Who in hell talked to you?’ Ron asked and Harry looked at Hermione and respected her pleading face. Without answering Ron’s words he moved close to Hermione.

‘We’re leaving, and don’t attempt to follow because this time the wards will harm you, Ron.’ Harry said and Ron growled and kicked the foot of a table making the other two gasp.

‘I knew you’d betray me, I knew you two were together for long,’ Ron shouted and Harry rolled his eyes, if someone had respected Ron more than Hermione then that person was Harry. To his worry, Hermione got worked up at Ron’s statement.

‘What are you talking about? I found you with Lavender! Harry and I never did a thing, Ronald! For heaven’s sake, in spite of apologizing you’re blaming me? Try and get over yourself!’ Hermione shouted angrily. Having Ron screaming at her that she was disloyal when she had just caught him with his ex-girlfriend was just too much.

‘Oh really… You two always were together, even when I couldn’t attend the training, you two went there, and you got closer and closer and then he split up with Ginny, he did it because of you Hermione, open your eyes, notice how he looks at you when you’re reading or just moving close to him!

‘Notice him and his bloody behavior; you didn’t want me to be with Lavender? Then you shouldn’t distance yourself as you did since he started bringing his girlfriends inside this darn house!

‘Sometimes I feel like I’m fucking invisible in this house with the two of you and your bloody lives in common, in a muggle place I could never adjust to, away from our world, why don’t you admit that you wanted to be just the two of you?’ Ron said shouting all the time.

Both Harry and Hermione were left speechless listening to him. Harry couldn’t believe Ron had noticed all these things, he couldn’t believe Ron knew all this. Hermione, right next to him was thinking the same things if not even more as she tried to work out that Harry might indeed broken up with Ginny because of her.

‘This is your entire fault!’ Ron snapped at Harry and both men took their wands at the same time. ‘You said she’s like a sister to you, and I believed you!’ Ron shouted and raised his wand.

‘Stupefy!’

‘Protego!’

“Expeliamous!’

Ron’s Stupefy hit Hermione’s double Protego and Harry’s Expeliamous hit Ron’s hand and his wand flew away. The trio fell in silence only with the Protego charm separating Harry and Hermione from Ron, that scene had repeated itself almost five years ago.

‘I was right, you chose him indeed.’ Ron said. Harry didn’t want to stay to listen more. It was time for him and Hermione to leave. He hugged her tightly and together disappeared away.

The next moment Hermione could see was the inside of Grimmauld Place, now the house had clean furniture and walls, it was less scary and more welcoming. Harry pointed his wand at the walls of the house and cast the anti-apparation charm.

Harry and Hermione looked at each other awkwardly. Harry wanted it or not, he knew Ron was right in many things he had said. But he was shocked to know that Hermione had showed signs of love for him, he was also terrified of Ron’s words about him showing the same signs. Hermione moved closer to him and looked deep in his eyes.

‘Harry—I – I –‘

‘Shsss,’ Harry only said and placed his thumb against her lips to stop her. Hermione placed Crookshanks’ basket on the floor slowly, it opened magically and the pet moved out and away from them. The pair stood like that for a few moments, just starring in each other’s eyes. They knew Ron had revealed the only things they didn’t dare to look straight in the eye for so long. They knew that Ron was right about Hermione choosing Harry over him and Harry having feelings for her. They both knew they were exposed.

Harry decided to do the only thing he dared only to think about for the last years. He leaned and his lips brushed Hermione’s as his thumb moved to her cheek. Hermione gasped but closed her eyes and pressed her lips firmer to his. They stood like that for a few heartbeats, and then passion took over.

Harry’s arms tightened around Hermione and hers around him, her hands run up his back and front, savoring the feel of his muscles as his hands got lost in her hair and waist touching her as he always wanted, his tongue slipped in her parted lips and a battle for domination started.

Hermione moaned in Harry’s mouth and he knew it was time to move further, he couldn’t believe he was kissing and caressing Hermione, he couldn’t believe he had what he finally asked for. It could all be a dream so he decided to enjoy it as long as it’d last. Hermione hugged him tighter, not wanting to lose the feeling of security in his arms, she needed him so desperately, she didn’t want this moment to end.

Harry hugged her by her bottom as he pressed her against his body and Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist as he slammed her against the closest wall. They kept kissing and strangled for awhile as they took Harry’s shirt off. Hermione leaned and started kissing Harry’s neck as her hands ran up his torso and rubbed against his nipples, making him groan. His erection was painful in his boxers and the warmth from Hermione’s body against his drove him crazy.

‘Not here, I want you on a bed.’ Harry managed to say and Hermione nodded as she kept kissing him. He got a better hold on her body and started for the stairs as he started nipping her earlobe, biting on her neck and kissing her face. He reached the master bedroom after a few moments in moans and groans and kicked the door opened, he shut it with his leg and moved Hermione close to the bed, they fell together on the mattress without breaking their kiss.

Hermione felt so alive and happy with Harry close to her, it was finally the time to feel how is to be needed by someone. Harry always needed her, and even if he didn’t want her, even if Ron was wrong and Harry only needed her for that night, need wasn’t that bad. She let him carry her up the stairs and in the room, she let him place her on the bed and she opened her legs further for him to rest between them. Hermione trusted Harry with her life; she knew everything would be fine.

Harry kept kissing her, he enjoyed to listen to her moans and sighs, her whimpers and pleads, it was the most beautiful music in his ears, he loved her and he could only hope that Ron was right, that she chose and loved him and only. He opened Hermione’s shirt to reveal her black, lacy bra, he smiled up at her and started kissing her torso, paying special attention on each breast of hers.

Hermione moaned and ached her body at Harry’s mouth on her breasts. Soon he was taking off her bra and his mouth had true contact with her sensitive flesh. She closed her eyes at the pleasure but opened them when she felt him taking her hands which were caressing his body and placed them above her head. Harry moved next to her and trapped both her hands with one of his above her head. He kissed her lips again and Hermione relaxed even more against him.

‘Trust me,’ was all he said as his other hand moved down her body, caressing every single, feminine curve of her body till he reached her thighs, Harry moved his hand till he felt her wet underwear, with a movement of his hand it was disappeared and Hermione moaned loudly as his fingers touched her moist body. He started massaging her, not taking his eyes away from hers, enjoying the pleasure he caused at her.

‘Harry…’ was all Hermione could moan again and again as Harry entered her body with his fingers, till she ached her body and with a loud cry climaxed with Harry’s hand still on and inside her body. Harry kissed her tenderly, giving her a few seconds to recover and then moved on top of her as he released her arms.

‘Are you sure, Mione?’ Harry asked even if deep down, he already knew the answer.

‘More than ever, please,’ Hermione whimpered and Harry nodded and leaned to kiss her again as she took of the rest of his clothes by magic.

The kiss was broken from both moans as Harry entered Hermione’s body with force, she cried out in pleasure and he in need. They couldn’t keep a slow pace, not anymore, years of suppressing their feelings led them to that frantic encounter.

And yet, it wasn’t just a fuck, Harry knew, it was something more, even if his thrusts were powerful and he penetrated Hermione, even if she screamed in ecstasy and pleaded for more, even if they didn’t whisper sweet nothings to each other’s ears. Harry knew; it couldn’t be any other way after all this time of trying to pretend, he felt more alive than ever, because for the first time in years, he didn’t pretend. Hermione was the one whimpering beneath him. Hermione was the name he cried out when he climaxed and Hermione he held while she was climaxing once more.

Harry collapsed against Hermione and then rolled over, taking her with him; she went willingly even if she was still fighting to catch her breath. They stood in silence and sleep was soon taking over both.

Harry wasn’t sure but he thought he heard Hermione saying that they needed to talk, of course they did, but not that moment, that moment was dedicated to their passion, to their bodies, their minds could take over later…
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