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Tension

Isn't this
the best part of breakin' up

Finding someone
else you can't get enough of

Someone who
wants to be with you too

It's an itch
we know we are gonna scratch

Gonna take a
while for this egg to hatch

But wouldn't
it be beautiful

Here we go,
we're at the beginning

We haven't
fucked yet, but my heads spinning

Why can't I
breathe whenever I think about you

Why can't I
speak whenever I talk about you

It's
inevitable, it's a fact that we're gonna get down to it

So tell me

Why can't I
breathe whenever I think about you

(Why Can�t
I—Liz Phair)

~*~

Harry walked down the street with Hermione by his side. Hogsmeade looked like a postcard again
with its snow-covered buildings and warm inviting lights. The sky was overcast and snowflakes
fell lightly, dancing in the air.
Harry looked over at his friend, bundled in a wool pink trench, her
Gryffindor scarf wrapped around her neck.
He nudged her playfully with his elbow.

�You look nice
today,� he said sincerely.

Hermione looked
up at him in his dark jacket, his hands tucked in his jeans. �Thank you. You aren�t half bad yourself.� He grinned at her.

�I have to
confess that I�m a bit envious of Ernie today,� he said, testing the
waters. To be honest when he had
first heard about it from Ron, his first reaction was to rip Ernie�s throat
out.

�Did you know
that Ernie asked Hermione to lunch in Hogmede?� Ron had said.

Harry looked
up at him, suppressing the violent urge to hunt down the Head Boy. �Really,� he said.

There must
have been something off in his tone because Ron peered at him. �You�re okay with that, right?�

�Yeah, I�m
fine.� Yeah, right.

Hermione
smirked. �Don�t be. Nothing�s going to come out of
this. I like him as a friend and I
enjoy his company. I�m sure it�s
the same on his end, it�s nice to have conversation with someone who has the
same goals as you.�

�Are you sure
that�s all it is?� Harry asked. Urge
to kill Head Boy, fading.

�We�ve been
sharing the suite all this time and not once has he done anything to show
interest other than genuine friendship.
Even when he asked me to Hogsmeade, the waters were tested but�when we
kissed there was just nothing there.
Not to mention the fact that he kissed me on the cheek.�

�Ouch,� Harry
winced.

�Yeah. I�m beginning to wonder about the
validity of the List.�

Harry grinned,
remembering what the list said about Ernie. �Well, I�m sure the List is very valid. After all, someone wrote that they had amazing sex with
me,� he grinned.

Hermione frowned
thoughtfully. �Like I said, I
wonder about the validity of that List.�

�Hey!� Harry
protested and reached out for her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and
yanking her to him so he could tickle her sides.

Hermione
laughed. �Harry stop it!�

�Take it back!�
he said, letting her go.

�I don�t
know. It�s been awhile,� she said
breathlessly with a smile.

�Want me to
refresh your memory?� he winked.

�Harry, are you
flirting with me?� she asked.

�Is that such a
bad thing?� he asked.

Hermione
shrugged. �You tell me.�

Harry smiled at
her and the two of them continued on their way. At one point their hands brushed against each other and
Harry reached out to touch his fingers against hers. She responded by allowing him to weave his fingers lightly
into hers as they walked on, loosely holding hands.

�Harry, hey
Harry!�

Harry looked up
to see a familiar person trotting over to him.

�Brian! Hi!� he said, greeting his fellow Auror
trainee.

�How have you
been?� Brian asked when he reached him.

�It�s
been�interesting,� Harry answered.
�Are you done with training?� he asked.

�I�m on my first
assignment. Patrolling the streets
of Hogsmeade, searching for Dark activities.�

�Sounds like
fun,� Harry replied then turned to Hermione. �This is Hermione Granger,� he said, removing his hand from
hers and placing it on the small of her back, �and over there�Oy! Ron!� Harry waved him over. Ron left Luna, Ginny and Neville to
join Harry. �This is my other best
friend Ron Weasley.� Harry turned
to his best friends. �Guys, this
is Brian O�Malley. We were in
Auror training together.� Hermione
and Ron said their hellos.

�Nice to meet
you finally,� Brian said, shaking their hands. �Harry�s told us so much about you.� Brian�s eyes flitted slightly over to
Hermione and Harry suddenly remembered the context in which Brian knew the two
of them. Harry had talked about
them on that crazy drunken night.
Ron Weasley, best friend and betrayer, taking up with Hermione Granger,
his other best friend and the girl he had really strong feelings for. He suddenly wanted to get out of this
conversation but just as he was about to say his goodbye another voice called
out to them.

�Is this the
long lost Mr. Potter?� Nathan said, walking over to them.

�Nathan,
hi! Ron, Hermione, this is Nathan
Fields, another trainee I was with.�

Nathan looked at
the two of them and a lightbulb went off in his head. �Oh Ron and Hermione, riiiight.� Hermione and Ron looked at each other quizzically. �Ow, what?� Nathan hissed when Brian
nudged him sharply. Harry suddenly
wanted to disappear.

Nathan�s eyes
wandered over Hermione, checking her out.
�Hey Harry, she looks a lot like that stripper you blew fifty galleons
on.�

�WHAT??!!�

Harry closed his
eyes and winced violently as Hermione shrieked.

�Are you
serious?� Ron asked with a wide grin on his face. Oh, he was never going to let Harry live this one down. �That story was true?�

�Oh yeah,�
Nathan said, oblivious to the reactions around him. �He was all over her like white on—what?!� Brian yanked Nathan as they walked
away.

�We�ll catch you
later, Potter,� Brian said apologetically. �What the hell is wrong with you?� the trio heard him hiss
to Nathan as they walked on.

The damage was
already done and Harry slowly turned to face Hermione who was standing there
with her arms crossed with a look on her face that demanded an
explanation.

�Oh Ron, cut it
out!� she hissed, looking at their friend who was bent over in silent laughter,
holding his sides. �This isn�t
funny!� she said. �Harry, that
article was in all the wizarding papers!
The whole school was talking about it!� she lectured. Ron made a loud wheezing sound as he
gasped for breath to continue on with his silent laughter, bending over once
again.

�Hermione, I had
no idea that would end up in the papers!� Harry replied.

�Harry, did you
not learn anything from our Fourth year about the press? The whole lot of them are a bunch of
Rita Skeeter�s just waiting for you to do something scandalous like this! You have to be more careful! Who knows who could be reading!� Another loud wheeze came from Ron and
Harry looked over at him.

�Cut it out,
Ron,� he said, irritated.

Ron clapped a
hand on his shoulder. �I�m sorry
mate but that is just priceless.
Fifty galleons on a stripper!
Man I hope you got more than a lap dance out of it.�

�No kidding,�
Hermione said under her breath.
�What?� she said defensively at the scowl on Harry�s face.

�Oh wait until
Fred and George hear about this!� Ron laughed.

�NO!�

�NO!�

Harry and
Hermione said it at the same time.
�Ronald Weasley, this�indiscretion�stays between the three of us or I
swear to all that is Holy I will tell your mother that I caught you having sex
with three girls in a broom closet!� Hermione scolded.

�But I haven�t,�
Ron lowered his voice, �had sex.�

Hermione raised
an eyebrow. �She doesn�t know
that.�

�Clever,
Hermione,� Harry grinned.

�Don�t even get
me started on you, Harry,� she said, killing his grin. �Now if you two blithering idiots don�t
mind. I�m going to go to the
bookstore. I�ll catch up with you
at the twin�s shop.�

She turned
around and walked up the stairs to the store�s entrance but Harry stopped
her. Ron had already run away with
his tail between his legs.

�Hey Hermione,�
Harry said. �I really am sorry
about all that.�

Hermione looked
at him. �To be honest Harry, I
don�t know whether to be freaked out or flattered about the whole thing. Freaked out because the stripper
apparently looked a lot like me or flattered because you blew a whole lot of
money on her.�

Harry had a
puzzled frown on his face. �Both?�
he guessed.

Hermione rolled
her eyes. �I�ll see you at the
joke shop, Harry.� She turned around and opened the door to the bookstore, a
grin on her face. She was never
going to let him live that one down.

~*~

The WWW was
packed with students but Hermione easily found Harry standing off to the side
checking out the nosebleed nougats.
Hermione maneuvered her way over to him. �A little crowded huh?� she asked.

�Yeah, the place
looks really busy,� he answered, his face brightening as she approached him.

�All is well
then?� she asked.

�Yeah, their
profits are going up and they�re thinking of expanding to Diagon Alley,� he
said.

�That�s great!�
she said with a smile.

�I�ve got to
pick up their profit list for this month from their office downstairs. I�ll be back.�

�I�ll go with
you,� she said and the two of them made their way to the back of the store to
the door that led downstairs.

There was a
small lightbulb lighting the cellar that was filled with crates. There was a large laboratory off to the
side where various cauldrons were simmering and bubbling.

As Harry made
his way to the office, Hermione stopped by the lab, peeking into the potions
and the various ingredients on the table.
Who knew what they were up to?
It was a shame that this creative drive never transferred to their
academic studies and she wondered if the twins would ever go back to Hogwarts
to receive their graduation diplomas.

�You ready?�
Harry asked, joining her.

�Sure,� she
replied and Harry once again took her hand as he led her toward the
stairs. But suddenly he stopped
and turned around.

Hermione nearly
collided into him. �Harry, what is
it?� she asked, taking in the serious expression on his face. He held up a hand in silence and just
then the cellar door opened and the sound of footfalls on the stairs could be
heard. The two of them darted into
one of the rows of shelves that had boxes stacked on them. There was barely enough room for the
two of them and they were immediately aware of their close proximity to one
another as they faced each other.
The two of them looked at each other, then looked away feeling the
awkward uncomfortableness of the underlying tension between the two of them.

Ron, Luna, Ginny
and Neville clattered down the stairs, closing the door behind them. Ginny walked up to her brother and
swatted him on the back of his head.

�Ow! What was that for?� he said.

�I can�t believe
what you�re doing to Harry and Hermione,� she hissed.

Harry placed a
finger on Hermione�s lips in a gesture of silence. She grinned wryly up at him. He moved his hand and rested it on the shelf next to the top
of her head.

�What? I�m doing him a favor,� Ron
explained. �They�ll both thank me
in the end.�

Favor? Harry mouthed and Hermione
shrugged. Mmm, she was wearing
that perfume that he liked.

Luna
huffed. �Ronald, I can�t believe
you.� She had been mad at him ever
since she found out it would be Ernie joining them for lunch and not
Harry. And since his girlfriend
was close friends with his sister, it didn�t take long until the news traveled
quickly.

�Hey, it worked
for me!� Ron defended. �I really
didn�t notice you until you started dating that Michael git.�

Harry and
Hermione winced at Ron�s words.
Guess he wasn�t getting snog time in the broom closet tonight. They laughed silently. As Harry looked over her head at what
was going on behind her, she admired the strong jaw line of his profile.

Luna just stared
at him. �So you think that
bringing Ernie along will make Harry jealous?�

Jealous? Hermione mouthed.

Harry stared at
her. Crazy jealous, he mouthed back. It was the truth.

Hermione felt her
heart begin to pound in her chest as the air suddenly became electric. She was very aware of him, his very
closeness. Harry moved even closer
to her, his jacket touching the lapels of hers.

�Ron did you not
learn anything about messing with people�s love lives?� Ginny asked. �I mean look what happened to Neville
and me?�

�Yeah! You guys
are together!� Ron pointed out.

Harry reached
out and tucked a strand of hair behind Hermione�s ear, leaving his hand to
cradle that side of her face.

�That�s not the
point Ron!� Luna exclaimed.

�Besides, how do
you know this whole thing won�t blow up in your face? How do you know if they even like each other that way?�

Harry and
Hermione grinned shyly.

�Hermione
admitted to me that she was in love with him!� Ron said and Harry raised his
eyebrows. Hermione flushed
red. �And Harry is so hopelessly
in love with her. It is so obvious
it pathetic.�

He was going to
kiss her. He knew he was. It was inevitable. Harry�s grin faded as he lowered his
head to hers, his lips gently touching hers in a soft and tentative kiss. His heart pounded loudly in his ears as
he kissed her wonderful lips. He
moved the hand that was resting on the shelf to cradle her head as his tongue
reached out and asked permission to deepen it. She complied, opening herself to him as she brought her
hands up to his waist, pressing him closer.

She tasted
wonderful and Harry didn�t realize how much he desperately missed her until
this moment, how much he desperately needed her. Ron was right, he was totally, completely, truly, madly and
deeply in love with Hermione Granger.
Fireworks were exploding over Hermione�s body and she wanted to weep
with joy at the pure happiness that was pouring out of her, the love for Harry
that was going into this wonderful kiss.
They broke for air and they listened to their friends argue about
them. This stop in the action gave
Hermione the moment of clarity that she needed. What the hell was she doing?

�Ron this is the stupidest idea of the stupidest ideas
you�ve ever had,� Ginny scolded.
Harry�s lips were on hers again, kissing her deeply, pushing back the
voice of reason that had broken through her hazy lust induced stupor. She became helpless in his arms and he
felt it, felt the change and something primitive inside him responded to
that. He kissed her a little
harder, pressed himself closer to her.

�I�m not going
to this lunch without Harry,� Luna said stubbornly.

�But he�ll be a
third wheel. He won�t like that!�
Ron protested.

�Then uninvite
Ernie,� Ginny replied.

�I can�t do
that! He already asked her to go
with him!� Ron whined and Ginny tutted.

�Then we take a
vote,� she said. �Who wants to
invite Harry to lunch with us?� she asked as she raised her hand.

�I do!� Luna
shot her hand exaggeratedly in the air.
Ginny looked pointedly at Neville, who looked like he desperately wanted
to stay out of this conversation.

�Ahem,� She
cleared her throat and Neville slowly raised his hand in the air. �There, three to one Harry goes. Now let�s go and find him so we can
invite him.� The group scrambled
up the stairs.

Hermione waited
until she heard the door close before she broke his kiss. �Harry, what are we (he kissed her
again but she pulled away) doing?�

�Stop thinking,
Hermione,� he said, moving his lips to her neck. His hands moved to the hem of her shirt and he dipped them
under to feel the hot skin of her waist underneath it. She was losing herself again in his kisses. They shouldn�t be doing this.

�Harry,� she
murmured against his lips, pushing herself away from him.

�No, Hermione,
don�t do this,� he pleaded.

�I can�t,� she
said, breaking free of him and darting out of their secluded spot and running
up the stairs.

*

The memory of
Harry�s lips on hers, on her neck replayed over and over as she sought solace
in the alleyway of Honeydukes. She
had half a mind to sneak into the cellar and head back to the castle but some
part of her wanted to see Harry again.
To kiss him again like he had so eagerly kissed her, she wanted to pick
up where they left off. But part
of her wanted answers, why was he doing this to her, why now? Was he lonely? Was this just a rebound thing? She only had an hour to compose herself
before she stepped out of the alley and made her way across the street to the
Italian restaurant. The others
were already there and waiting for her and Ernie stood smiling at her.

�Hello
Hermione!� he greeted, holding out a chair for her.

�Oh thanks,� she
said. He had pulled out the chair
between him and Harry and she could feel Harry�s intense emerald gaze on
her. She flicked her eyes over at
him once and could see them filled with concern. Oh, God he looked sexy when he did that. Harry didn�t miss the quick look of
desire and it sent his heart racing.

�I went over to
your brother�s joke shop,� Ernie said to Ron.

�Oh yeah? What did you think?� Ron asked with
genuine curiosity.

�It was very
busy,� he replied. �I think
they�re doing very well for themselves.�

Ron beamed at
the compliment. At the mention of
the joke shop, Hermione began to flush slightly, thinking again of Harry and
his kisses. For his part, Harry
seemed equally awkward.

The group
ordered their food and then settled down into a nice conversation. Well sort of, Harry and Hermione were
unusually quiet with each other even though they talked easily with everyone
else. Hermione was terrified that
if she said anything to Harry it would be something like �Shag me right now on
this table� and Harry�well�Harry was having a hard time stringing two words
together at the moment. Hermione�s
drink was condensing and she was wiping the water off with her finger, making
up and down strokes on the glass.
The suggestion of those motions was enough to keep his mouth shut. He stretched his legs out underneath
the table and accidentally brushed against Hermione�s foot. She started violently at the contact.

�Are you okay?�
Ernie asked her.

�Erm, yes I�m
fine,� she stood from her chair.
�I�m just going to go to the loo.
Does anyone know where it is?�

Harry stood
up. �I�ll show you. I�ve got to go as well.�

Harry didn�t
care if the move was blatantly obvious but his heart was pounding in his chest
as Hermione followed him to the back of the restaurant. Hermione for her part wiped her palms
against her jeans.

�Erm, well, here
you are,� he said awkwardly.

�Thank you,�
Hermione squeaked. She stood there
staring at the door, staring at the word WITCHES in front of her. Funny, if you stare at a word long
enough it looks like it�s spelled wrong.
Harry was still standing by her side, awkward as well. He reached up and scratched the back of
his head.

�Oh this is
stupid,� Hermione thought and she turned around and reached for Harry the same
time he reached out for her, crashing his lips down on hers as they stumbled
backward into the restroom. He
turned them around so she was pressed up against the door, nearly slamming it
shut as he reached behind her and fumbled with the lock.

His kisses were
fierce and demanding and they were turning her mind to mush and her legs to
jelly. Her senses were overwhelmed
by him, his touch, his familiar smell that she never thought she�d experience
again. Her hormones already on
overdrive, she let out a hiss when she felt his hands slide under her shirt and
come to rest on her waist.

Merlin, he loved
the way she tasted and he couldn�t get enough of her. She was so soft and warm. The feel of the contrast between the rough skin of his hands
and the smooth skin of her waist nearly drove him mad with lust. His grip tightened on her and he lifted
her. She wrapped her legs around
his waist as he carried her over to the sink and set her down. The height at which she was perched
gave him perfect access to her neck and he didn�t hesitate to place soft kisses
there as he breathed in her wonderful perfume. Hermione tightened her grip on his shoulders, squeezed her
thighs tighter around his waist.

Harry moved his
hands from her waist to the buttons of her shirt, undoing them the best he
could considering that the amount of hormones that were rushing through him at
this point would send a bull into a steaming rampage through the streets of
Spain in a frenzy.

She was wearing
a red lacy bra this time.

His hands moved
up the bare skin of her back, coming to rest between her shoulder blades as he
pressed her closer to him. A
primitive groan came from the depths of his throat as he claimed the tops of
her breasts with his mouth. The
sound sent a flash of desire to Hermione�s center, the apex of her thighs
became moist with anticipation.

�Oh, Harry,� she
moaned softly.

He moved a hand
to a breast, tugging at the lacy fabric, exposing a rosy nipple that beckoned
to be nipped and suckled. He
answered the call and Hermione dropped her head back in ecstasy. Her sex ached and she instinctively
moved her hips forward, brining herself flush with his hardness. Harry groaned, instinctively grinding
himself against her. His hand left
her breast to wander down her torso, cupping her between her legs. He could feel her heat through the
fabric and the promise of moisture.

Fucking Hermione
in the restroom was a scenario he had fantasized about when he was by himself,
the erection in his hand begging to relieved somehow. And now that fantasy had a very real chance of coming to fruition. If he did what he so desperately wanted
to do, which was unbutton those jeans and slip his hand inside, he knew that
the moment he felt her wetness, felt her heat, slipped his fingers inside her,
there would be no way he would be able to stop. He wanted her so badly that if he got that far, he would
yank those jeans down and fuck her right there on the sink. If she had tried to stop him, her
protests would have gone unheard he wanted her that bad. He wished she would stop this somehow, slow this runaway
train.

�Harry,�
Hermione murmured, �we have to get back.�

�Okay,� he
muttered back, his mouth all over her chest.

�Harry!� she
insisted and he pressed himself against her. �Oh that feels so good.�

�Don�t say
that,� Harry said, breathless, �I�m trying to pull away from you.�

Hermione laughed
shakily and gently pushed Harry away from her. He was grateful for that although now he had a massive case
of blue balls. Hermione looked
just as worse for the wear. He had
to get out there quickly because the enticing way she looked right now would just
drive him mad if he didn�t�um, properly take care of himself.

Harry left the
restroom in a hurry and Hermione sighed, missing him instantly. With shaky hands she buttoned up her
shirt and turned to look in the mirror.
Her reflection showed her flushed cheeks, her puffy red lips. She bent over the sink and splashed
some cold water on her face. She
began to recite Runes to calm herself down.

No one mentioned
anything about her long absence from the restroom, or what she thought was a
long absence, maybe it all happened quickly without suspicion. And by the time, Harry came back, the
food was being served to them. Ron
eyed his plate of pasta greedily and even eyed everyone else�s plates to see
what they had ordered.

Harry opened his
mouth to say something when something caught his eye. He could�ve sworn that for just a split second. He saw the familiar blond head of Draco
Malfoy across the street.

�Harry what is
it?� Hermione asked him, her voice suddenly worried at the expression on
Harry�s face as he drew out his wand.

Suddenly the
doors of the restaurant burst open and Aurors ran into the restaurant. �GET OUT! EVERYONE GET OUT! QUICKLY!�

There was only a
slight pause before people jumped to their feet and scrambled to get out of the
restaurant. There were sounds of
chairs overturning and glass breaking as the crowd tried to weave their way
through the tables of the restaurant.

�Harry?�
Hermione asked as the group shot to their feet.

�I don�t know,�
he said, with a worried expression on his face. He grabbed Hermione�s hand. �Come on.�

Hermione was
pushed around violently and nearly trampled on twice as the stampede cleared
out the restaurant. She tried to
stick close to Harry as he fought his way to make a path for him and his
friends. As they reached the doors
of the building, someone shoved into Hermione and she let go of Harry.

�Hermione!� he
cried out at the loss of contact.
His hand blindly reached for hers and he tried to turn around but was
carried off by the sea of people.

�Harry!�

Familiar hands
wrapped and around him and yanked him out of the crowd. Harry looked up to see Tonks�
heart-shaped face next to Lupin�s concerned gaze.

�Hermione!�
Harry cried out and turned to go back into the building but the two of them
held him back.

�Harry, no you
can�t!�

BOOM!!!!!

There was a bright flash of light and an explosion that
sent everyone to the ground. Dust,
dirt, bricks and stone rained down upon everyone and Harry felt himself being
shielded by Lupin. In the brief
silence that followed that was punctuated with coughing, crying and mouning
arose a startled cry as the Dark Mark hovered high above them.

Aurors darted
about, scanning the area for Death Eaters as mediwitches and wizards apparated
into town.

�Harry!� Ron
called out as he rushed to his friend�s side, Luna in tow. She had dust covering her and there was
a scratch on her cheek. Ron had a
bump on his forehead but other than being a little dirty, Harry was relieved
that he was okay.

�Hermione,� said
as Lupin helped him to his feet.
�Where�s Hermione?�

�I thought she
was with you!� Ron said, getting panicked.

Hermione
panicked when she lost Harry and she was getting lost and crushed in the crowd
of people trying to push through the door. When she finally made it out of the building, she felt a
sharp tug on her arm.

�Hermione!� She
turned to see Draco standing before her.

�Draco, what are
you—�

�MOVE IT!� he
said, yanking her forward. �We
have to get away!�

BOOM!!!!!

Draco tossed her to the ground and the two of them covered
their heads as stone and dirt fell all around them. She had the wind knocked out of her and she tried to catch
her breath and when she did, she got a lungful of dust. She coughed and spluttered as she sat
up.

�Are you okay?�
Draco asked. Hermione nodded, eyes
watering as she finally got a decent breath.

�What happened?�
she asked. Draco took off his
cloak and wrapped it around Hermione as she looked up in the sky. She gasped when she saw the Dark Mark
in the sky.

�Did you know
about this?� she hissed and Draco shook his head.

�I only found
out about it today. You have a
small cut on your cheek,� he said, instinctively reaching out to tilt her head
so he could see how deep it was.

�GET THE FUCK
OFF OF HER!�

Suddenly,
something collided with him and he went sprawling on the ground with Potter
hovering over him, fist ready to punch him.

�Harry no!�
Professor Tonks pulled him back with the help of the werewolf that Draco
recognized as their DADA teacher from third year. He backed away fearfully from him.

�Harry!�
Hermione was so happy to see him and he seemed equally grateful as he reached
out for her and brought her to him.

�Let me take
this filthy thing off of you,� he said, taking off Draco�s cloak and flinging
it on the ground at Malfoy�s feet and putting his own jacket on her. Hermione felt a small comfort in his
familiar scent that enveloped her.

Draco watched as
Potter hugged Hermione to him. She
closed her eyes and rested her head on his chest, forehead touching him as he
saw a few tears fall from her eyes.
Potter kissed the top of her head and tangled his hands in her hair,
resting his chin on her.

He hated Potter.

�Come Mr.
Malfoy, we are to take you back to the castle and to Professor McGonagall
undetected,� Lupin said, but Malfoy recoiled from him.

�Don�t touch me,
werewolf!� he said.

Professor Tonks
yanked him forward, her grip was painful on his arm as the two of the marched
him back to the castle. He looked
back once to check on Hermione one last time. She lifted her head to look at him but Potter moved the two
of them, blocking her from his view.
Potter glared at him.

Ron and Luna had
joined them and Hermione was just about to ask about the others when Ginny and
Neville walked up to them.

�Ernie?� she
asked.

�He�s checking on
the students,� Ginny replied.

�Were there any
serious injuries?� she asked.

�Just cuts and
bruises from what we�ve seen,� Neville said. He looked at Hermione.
�You should have that looked at,� he said, pointing to her cheek.

Harry tilted her
head to the side and gently brushed his fingers over the cut. �It�s shallow,� he said, �it just needs
to be cleaned.�

Hermione wrapped
her arms around Harry, relishing the comfort his arms offered her as the two of
them looked to the sky to stare at the Dark Mark.

~*~

�Why did he do
it?� Harry asked Shacklebolt as they walked through the castle halls.

�Probably to
show everyone that he could still touch Hogwarts if he wanted, to scare the
parents,� he replied.

�He probably
succeeded,� Harry muttered.

�Maybe, maybe not. We were able to get everyone out of the
building in time so that scores a point for us.�

�Malfoy�s tip,�
Harry mused, his mind drifting to the Slytherin git. �Have you thought that maybe that tip wasn�t so
unplanned? That you were supposed
to go and get everyone out?�

�Maybe but his
story seems plausible.�

�This is the
same guy who set up the murder of Dumbledore,� Harry said darkly.

�Set up but
didn�t follow through.�

�There�s a
difference?� Harry shrugged.

�I think Mr.
Malfoy has bitten off more than he could chew. He talked the talk but now that he has to walk it, life on
the Dark Side is not as rosy as he thought it would be.�

�It doesn�t mean
a thing to me. I don�t trust the
guy.�

�And you
shouldn�t as far as you could throw him.
But the fact remains that he did save the lives of a bunch of students
today and even risked his own life to be at the restaurant.�

�Yeah,
convenient,� Harry muttered darkly, replaying the scene of finding Hermione in
his clutches.

He and
Shacklebolt walked a little more before his mentor gave him an envelope
containing the latest investigation from the Leaky Cauldron and said his
good-byes. Harry didn�t feel like
reading it right now. Too much had
happened today and he just wanted to lie down and rest. Hermione was still up with Ernie
running around and checking on the students who were injured in the blast and
directing owls bearing letters from concerned parents to their proper
destinations since many of them were in the hospital wing.

Hermione walked
through the portrait door of the Gryffindor common room to find Harry sitting
in front of the fire. They were
the only ones there.

�Are you okay?�
she asked.

�As well as I
can be,� he replied. �How about
you?�

�The same.� She walked over to him and slipped her
hand into his.

�What did the
Order say?� she asked, kneeling in front of him.

�I don�t want to
talk about this anymore,� he said quietly, brushing his other hand against the
scratch that marred the perfect skin of her cheek. His lips gently brushed over hers as his hand moved from her
cheek to the back of her head. He
deepened the kiss, letting his tongue explore the familiarity of her wonderful
mouth. Hermione brought her hands
up to caress his cheeks, cradling his head in her hands. Harry moved his own hands to her
blouse, slowly unbuttoning it then rewarded them with the feel of her
skin. Hermione climbed into his
lap straddling him as he massaged his hands over her waist and back.

She could feel
him hardening beneath her so she moved herself against him, coaxing a soft moan
from him. His hands moved down her
back, across her waist and down the front of her stomach to rest on the button
of her jeans. She ground against
him again, urging him on as he unbuttoned her, unzipped and slipped his hand inside.

His other hand
tightened its grip on her thigh when he felt her wet curls and his fingers
sought out the nub that he gently stroked, eliciting a whimper from her. He slipped a finger inside her and
nearly went insane at the feel of her warmth and wetness surrounding him. He slipped another finger inside her
and began a slow and steady rhythm that had Hermione breaking their kiss and
moaning softly.

�Oh, God,
Harry!� she whispered in his ear.
Her breath tickling his ear and stirring his desire even more. Her breathing became ragged and her
grip on his shoulders began to tighten.
It was so hot. But she
stilled his hand and moved it away from her. �Not here,� she whispered.

No, not here.

He stood and
kissed her deeply, his hands wrapped around her as he led her blindly to the
stairs. He didn�t want to break
this kiss but he had to reluctantly as he opened up the door to his dorm.

Hermione giggled
silently at the chorus of snores as she and Harry tiptoed across the room to
his bed. She climbed on it as he
closed the curtains around them.
With a quick silencing charm, he dropped his wand and collided with
Hermione. Shoes came off, jeans
came off, underwear came off.
Harry yanked his t-shirt over his head, losing his glasses once again
but he didn�t care. He needed and
wanted Hermione so badly. She had
just taken off those lovely lacey knickers when his hands were on her, his
fingers dipping inside her again as she balanced herself on her knees.

�Harry,� she
breathed, shakily as she shrugged her shirt off. She was having a little trouble concentrating. Harry muttered something and Hermione
felt the familiar warm caress of the contraception charm within her. Harry removed his fingers and helped
her with her shirt, tossing it to the side as he moved his hands to her thighs.

He was inside
her before she even hit the pillow, crying out in pleasurable surprise. He made a strangled moan as he entered
her hot and wet heat. Oh how he
needed her, how he wanted her. He
felt wonderful and familiar as he filled her, stretched her. He began to thrust himself in and out
of her, losing himself in the smell and sounds of their love. Her hands tangled in his hair as his
head lowered to suckle a breast, then the other. His lovemaking was different this time, more frenzied, more
rough. He pinned her wrists above
her head, kissing her deeply, finding a rhythm that began to draw Hermione into
him. Hermione felt herself
hurtling over the edge of the abyss, helplessly pinned underneath him as he
pushed her over with his powerful thrusts. And as she cried out and clutched him, he buried himself
deep within her, thrusting hard before he exploded within her, gasping out her
name.

They lay there
together, him resting on her. She
could feel his heart pounding against her chest and she felt it slow. Her sex ached pleasurably and he still
rested inside of her. She stared
up at the covered canopy above her, relishing the feel of Harry still resting
between her thighs. She wasn�t
sure how much time had passed in this drowsy state of post-coital bliss but she
was brought out of it when he began slow lazy kisses against her neck.

She loved the
taste of him, the way his hair felt when she ran it through her fingers. She loved the gentle caress of his
hands as they brushed and fondled her breasts. He looked down at her and she saw the feral look of desire
in his eyes as he slowly began to thrust in and out of her again. She smiled deliciously as she brought
her thighs up to hook her ankles at the small of his back, losing herself once
again in the rawness of Harry Potter.
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