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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 3 – A shattered Dream

Harry put his arm around Hermione’s shoulders, and she put hers around his waist, and they turned in silence and walked away through the snow, past Dumbledore’s mother and sister, back towards the dark church and the out-of-sight kissing gate.

‘Who wouldn’t prefer him? What woman would take you? You are nothing, nothing, nothing to him,’ crooned Riddle-Hermione, and she stretched like a snake and entwined herself around Riddle-Harry, wrapping him in a close embrace: their lips met.

She hesitated, but recognized the dismissal. She picked up the book and then walked back past him into the tent, but as she did so, she brushed the top of his head lightly with her hand. He closed his eyes at her touch, and hated himself for wishing that what she said was true: that Dumbledore had really cared.

Harry opened his eyes with a terrible headache, he didn’t used to have headaches the last four years and this kind of headache occurred only when had took a sleeping or a calming potion. At this thought his arm grasped the place of the bed Hermione should be laying on. His head snapped at the direction of the empty space and groaned as he found a small piece of parchment with Hermione’s handwriting.

I’m sorry

Harry looked at the parchment for a few moments like he waited for more words to come out. He crawled his hand into a fist, destroying the small piece of parchment in his hand.

‘Darn it!’ he whispered as he stood up and searched for his clothes around the bedroom. He put them on and looked out of the window, it was still afternoon, but if he wanted to believe that he knew Hermione and her potions he had to get scared right that instant. He looked at his watch and with horror he realized that it wasn’t the 12^th of June anymore but the 13^th. Hermione had given him a potion that lasted a day and a half.

‘Darn it, darn it, darn it!’ Harry said and pulled on his hair as he came out of his room, he entered the room Hermione would take and he wasn’t surprised to see that all her things were gone. He took a deep breath and leaned against the closest wall. He knew everything would shatter after their encounter, he knew she would get scared and ran away. Harry hit the back of his head against the wall and cursed once more. He had to find her.

‘Kreacher!’ Harry shouted and the elf showed up and made a bow.

‘Yes, Master,’ the elf said.

‘Where is Hermione?’ Harry asked in hope of some information.

‘Ms. Hermione is gone sir; she took all her things and told me not to wake you because you were tired. She didn’t say where she’s going, sir.’ Kreacher said and Harry took another big breath, he had many places to search and so little time to spend.

‘Darn you, Hermione, darn you.’ Harry said under his breath as he tried to release the anti-apparition spell and found it already broken, he apparated away.

Far away from him, Hermione Granger was trying to short everything in her mind as she kept moving in the small playground close to Privet Drive, a place she knew Harry wouldn’t think of searching for her. She hid her face in her palms and took a breath; Harry would soon wake up and start searching for her. She felt so fragile, the last two days she ended everything with Ron, their relationship, their friendship and had slept with Harry, Harry of all people, she had screwed up the only true friendship she had, she had used the man she loved more than anything and anyone else and she was sure Harry thought the same, that he had been used.

A sob escaped her lips and she started crying hard, all the tears were now leaving her eyes after two days of suppressing herself, tears for Ron and the way he decided to treat her, tears for the truths Ron had said to her and Harry, tears for the way she treated Harry with her turn, tears for how Harry would feel, tears for the feel of his body against, on and inside hers, tears for her broken heart which never allowed her to take the right choices.

She felt drops hitting her body and looked up with tears running down her cheeks, the sky above her was already dark as night was covering England and rain started raping the playground and her body, in just a few moments the storm had broke and the sky, its angels and she were crying for her darn destiny. Hermione stood up and only then she realized that her entire body was shaking by the cold, she didn’t care, with a crack she left for the only place she could go and hide next.

Harry cursed under his breath as he exited Hermione’s parents’ house, leaving behind him two very worried people. Hermione had passed from there, leaving her stuffs and pet and promising to her parents to return and explain everything. Now with Harry trying to find her; Harry only achieved to worry Jane and Alexander Granger more than they already were when they saw their only child tearful leaving all her things in her old bedroom and leaving again. Harry sighed as he looked around the neighborhood Hermione had grown up.

He didn’t know where else to go and search for her, he tried in every corner of Hogsmeade, he searched in Hogwarts, in the Leaky Cauldron and the Flourish and Blots, he searched even in their old flat to find it empty from Ron’s stuffs as well. He took a deep breath as he pulled at his soaked hair. The water had already pierced his clothes, he could feel his body getting cold but he didn’t care, because his heart was on fire for her, for the only person he would give everything up. The streets and the small gardens of the semi-detached houses were raped by the rain, so Harry’s body was, so his heart was, and only one person could heal it for him, but he had to search more, only if he had a clue of where she could go.

He needed to find her, to talk to her, to explain himself as she should do with him. He knew Hermione needed him like he did with her, even if he found her and she told him that it was just a fuck for her. Harry knew she would lie, because her body told him otherwise a few hours ago, because her face and her whispers told him a different story, a story of love, and Harry needed to hear this story again, because he knew that this was the true story of his and her life. With no more hope, Harry let a small sob escape his lips and decided to go to the place he had used to be visiting every week, the only place he found peace and could open his heart and pure his feelings with no fear of being exposed.

When he apparated close to his parents’ tombs he gasped as he saw a form close to them, he recognized her immediately, her bushy hair were now stuck on her back and face, one of her arms were hugging her body and the other was fastening her mouth so the sobs could be muffled. Her entire body was shaking at the force of her sobs and the cold. Harry approached her with no second thought as she turned her head and looked at him.

Hermione’s stomach dropped when she heard the sound of apparition, she knew who was close to her. She always knew when he was close to her. She snapped her head at the direction of the sound and gasped when she saw him soaked to the bone approaching her. She tried to take a few steps back but Harry was already grasping her arms and crushing them with his force. Harry leaned just a bit so they were in eyelevel; she tried to gulp when her brown eyes locked with his emerald ones. She hoped the graveyard, the place she spent one of the most precious Christmases of her life with him would be the last place he would think of searching. She was wrong.

Harry looked deep in Hermione’s eyes, he knew his hands hold a painful grasp on her arms, he knew he was hurting her; he knew he was hurting himself. ‘I deserve some explanations.’ Harry started loudly, partly because the rain got even harder and partly because all the emotions of pain, relief, anger and love came out of him in full-force. ‘And then, I will give you mine!’ he added and Hermione didn’t dare to break their locked gazes. She tried to take a breath; she knew she couldn’t run away, she knew she had to give the last hit to her only true friendship and love after what she had done with Harry, only the thought of not being alone in that bed gave her power to speak and defend herself.

‘I deserve some answers too,’ Hermione said with a broken voice and Harry nodded angrily.

‘I wasn’t the one who left or the one who used the fucking potion to have more time, Hermione!’ Harry snapped angrily and Hermione looked down at her feet ashamed. Harry nudged her forcefully so she would look back at him, he needed to keep looking in her eyes, they were the only ones saying the truth. Hermione started crying again, he didn’t step back and he didn’t loosen the grip on her arms, he knew that if he did, he would crack. ‘Look at me, look at my eyes and tell me you love Ron or some other bloody bloke and not me, tell me you don’t love me!’ Harry demanded and Hermione broke into sobs without looking at him.

‘I can’t!’ the words escaped her lips in a scream. Asking such a thing was shattering her soul, she could never utter such a lie, she could never say such a thing to the man her heart belonged to. ‘Because I can’t say such a fucking lie, Hermione, because I love you with all my bloody heart.’ She heard him saying and she finally met his eyes.

‘What?’ she asked afraid she had listened wrong, afraid her mind played tricks with her.

‘I love you, I love you so fucking much it hurts, do you hear me?’ Harry said as he nudged her again, he never thought he would say to the one for his heart that he loved her with so much pain and anger. He never said to Ginny he loves her and now he realized the first time he said and meant it was to Hermione and only. Even if he nudged her; Hermione’s eyes were fixed on his, wide and fearful but fixed on his. ‘I love you,’ he said a last time and looked back at her; he needed her to respond, to do anything but to respond in some way.

‘I thought, I thought— ‘Hermione started dumbfounded but after that anger flicked inside her and a river of pain started flowing from her lips. ‘For a time, you had Ginny and Ron above all, and I was nothing, Harry! You had your best mate and your precious girlfriend and I was just the best female friend when at school and the Horcrux hunt, I was part of you like you were and remain part of me!’ Hermione this time snapped and tried to yank herself free without success, all her tears had stopped at the sound of him saying he loves her. She knew he meant it but he had hurt her as well and he deserved to know it.

‘After the war, you were back on track with Ron, the one who betrayed you in the most difficult time of your life, and with Ginny, and what about me Harry? Nothing, there was no me anymore, you just followed me to Australia because the Death Eaters were free, then what? You broke up with Ginny and you started having girlfriends, one day I lost count of the sluts that entered that darn apartment. And I had only Ron who seemed to care. And now you say you love me!’ Hermione screamed and her voice was heard around the graveyard despite the noise from the rain. Hermione’s eyes filled with tears again and this time she collapsed right in front of him, after all those years of keeping her emotions locked inside her she finally found a way of release. She knelled in front of Harry and he; even shocked at her revelation followed her on the mudded ground in front of his parents’ graves.

Hermione finally yanked her self free and hid her face in her hands. She couldn’t believe all this mistake could hurt her so much, she couldn’t believe her chest could hurt even physically. She didn’t have the strength to look at Harry’s eyes now that the truth was finally exposed, she didn’t want to see anyone in the eyes and most of all she didn’t want to see herself in the eye because she knew she lied to everyone but most of all to that poor bushy haired girl with the brown eyes and the innocent soul who always studied hard to achieve what she wanted. After a few moments Hermione felt Harry’s strong arms enveloping her shaking frame.

Harry after a few moments of being numb and watching Hermione falling apart he closed his eyes and hugged her as she shook in the power of her sobs and the cold. It was time for him to say the truth and for Hermione to hear it and sooth her soul. He released her just so he could look at her.

‘Hermione, look at me,’ Harry said but Hermione kept her face hidden in her hands. ‘Please Mione, look at me, sweetheart.’ Harry said again and Hermione slowly let her hands fall close to her body. She looked at him with her pained red eyes and he made a big effort not to crack at her sight. ‘For a period of time I might left you out, because Ron was my best mate, another male to talk about bullshit and Ginny was my small escape for a snog and then a shag. I know I never thanked you for the things you have done for me. I know, I didn’t praise you for what you’ve done for me. Sometimes I thought you would always be there, and when you weren’t it felt so wrong.’ Harry said and Hermione lowered her eyes, he tugged her chin so she won’t look away again.

‘But Hermione, everyone was right about you and me, Krum, Cho, Ginny, Ron, I always put you above all in my heart. I can even hear your voice in my head, telling me what the right thing is. I fought many times with both Ginny and Cho about putting you above them. I traveled to Australia with you because I wanted to be there, Ron, the one who supposedly knows us better than anyone else attempted to kill me when he saw our forms kissing passionately as he knew... Everyone knew about us, Mione, except from us. I love you, yes; I have been in love with you for the last three years. You were with Ron when I saw the light. I broke up with Ginny and I needed to take some solace in physical pleasure and nothing more. All those girlfriends were just an escape, like all my relationships had been anyway. Cho from the Tri-wizard, Ginny from Voldemort and the danger. And all those nameless chicks were an escape from your ghost in my heart. Because your image, your sense, your very own presence has been haunting me for the last years Mione.’ Harry said and Hermione kept her eyes in his.

She couldn’t believe she heard all this from his lips, she couldn’t believe they lost three years just because they were too scared to reveal themselves to each other. ‘I was with Ron, first out of some kind of obligation since he had been crushed with me for so long with not a change from me and then because I had none else to be with. I just tried to hold onto him.’ Hermione whispered as new tears formed in her eyes. ‘He knew it, he knew it because when I stabbed the Cup of Hufflepuff he saw Riddle’s soul telling you’d never love me like I do, he was there but he accepted I would always be yours, that’s why he never wanted us too close.’ Hermione murmured and even if it was hard for Harry to take in the new information he hugged Hermione tightly and kissed her wet head.

‘Ssshh, it’s ok Mione, we’re fine now.’ Harry whispered and Hermione nodded and looked up at him. He smiled at her as he realized the only warm place of his body was the piece of his flesh touching Hermione’s body. She moved her head slightly upward as he leaned and their lips met once more. This time their kiss was sweet and tender. After a few moments they broke it and looked at each other; ghosts of smiles on their faces.

‘Take me away from here.’ Hermione whispered and Harry nodded and stood up, taking her with him. He looked at his parents’ grave for a last time with a mental promise to return soon and hugged Hermione tightly, with a crack he took both away.

The next moment both of them apparated back in Harry’s bedroom in Grimmauld, they were both soaked to the bone, they didn’t care as they started kissing again, caressing each other even above their mudded and wet clothes. Harry moved first and ripped open Hermione’s shirt which till then was chugged to her body, outlining every curve of hers. Harry took off her shirt completely and let it fall close to them, he kept kissing her as he traveled down her jaw and collarbone to her breasts. With a small move of his fingers, Hermione’s bra fell on the ground as well and his mouth was free to lavish her cold flesh.

Hermione moaned as Harry’s mouth kept on playing with her, she stopped him momentary so she could take off his blouse and throw it away, it landed somewhere on the floor with a thumbing sound. Hermione’s hands and eyes traveled on Harry’s back’s muscles and cried out as he kept playing with her breasts and bit on her body, making sure a bruise will be there in the morning. Hermione took a deep breath and pulled Harry close to her and then close to the bed. She landed first on the mattress and Harry moved on top of her.

He smiled at her as he took his wand from his trousers and pointed to both of them, in a second all their clothes were gone, Hermione shivered against him as their fleshes touched each other. Harry started caressing her body so he could warm her and satisfy his hanger for her. He started kissing her as his hands traveled south and she parted her legs for him to touch her.

‘Harry…’ Hermione moaned as she felt his hand on the most intimate part of hers. This time, she knew, it would be slow and gentle, it would be a proper lovemaking between the two. Now it was an encounter of their souls and not their bodies as much. Harry started playing with her right breast with his lips as one of his hands was south and the other on her left breast. Hermione closed her eyes and let her arms envelope the man her heart arched for.

Harry grinned at every small, precious moan and whimper of Hermione’s. He loved listening to her sounds, it was like music in his ears, music he would never get tired of listening to. When he entered two fingers inside Hermione’s body she ached her body and he knew she was really close to her peak. He took his fingers out of her and traveled his hand up her body. He positioned his self between her legs and started kissing her shoulder and neck as he felt his member getting close to her centre.

Hermione whimpered as she felt his erection touching her. She closed her eye momentary in the pleasure of his kisses but she opened them again and took his face in her hands so he would look at her. When he did, she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders and nodded to him. Harry captured her lips and pushed inside her welcoming body, they both moaned in each other’s mouths in pleasure as Harry started thrusting slowly, enjoying Hermione’s sight, sense and feel beneath him.

Hermione gripped Harry’s shoulders as she felt her body trebling in pleasure in each thrust. Harry gripped her hip and kept her still so he could keep up a bit faster and that sent new chills in her body as her breasts rubbed against him more.

‘Harry!...’ Hermione moaned and broke the kiss as Harry kept his pace, they locked their gazes and both could see each other’s souls, they could even feel the love they had for each other. Harry leaned and captured Hermione’s lips and breath in another kiss as he started thrusting more forcefully inside her body. The hand on her hip traveled between their bodies and started caressing Hermione, making her gasp against his lips and moan.

After a few more powerful thrusts they both ended their kiss with moans as they both hit their peaks at the same time. Harry’s hips jerked without control and Hermione kept moaning his name as her orgasm made chills explode and tingle around her body. After those wonderful moments, Harry collapsed against Hermione and fought to catch his breath. He felt Hermione caressing his messy and wet from sweat and water hair.

Hermione stared at the ceiling as she enjoyed the aftermath of her orgasm, she had so different feelings from those she had the first time she ended up staring on the same ceiling with Harry spent and collapsed on her body almost two days ago. She kept caressing his head and moved with him when he rolled over and took her with him.

The couple stood in silence, both thinking how it would be if they could just escape the life they had and run away from everyone.

‘Hermione?...’ Harry asked as he looked down at her, she looked up at him, knowing what he wanted to say.

‘Harry, my parents, I can’t leave them again.’ Hermione said seriously.

‘Distances is not an issue when you’re magical, Mione, think about it, just the two of us.’ Harry said and Hermione sighed.

‘What about our jobs?’ Hermione asked in an attempt to make him think logically.

‘Come on, a former savor of the world and his wife will always be acceptable as Aurors in any country.’ Harry said and Hermione looked at him surprised at the reference of her as his wife. Harry just winked at her and she put her head back on his chest, trying to find his heartbeat thudding under hear ear.

‘We have friends, Harry,’ Hermione said and Harry started caressing her back.

‘Who Hermione? The Weasleys? You think they will want to see us after what happened? Ron? You want to see him again? Because I don’t, I can’t see the man who had you and didn’t respect you, the man who betrayed me back then and can’t get over my fucking break up with his sister. The rest; we can just come and visit them, if they still want us to.’ Harry said and felt Hermione sighing.

‘What about Teddy? And Andromeda?’ Hermione asked and this time Harry sighed.

‘I’ve promised to Andromeda that if ever something happened to her, I will take care of Teddy, we can go and visit them every week, like we do now, like we can still do with yours and my parents.’ Harry said. ‘Besides, except your parents, Hagrid, Teddy and Andromeda, give me a reason for us to stay here,’ Harry said and Hermione looked up at him, desperately trying to find something, someone, she found none. She laid back on Harry’s body.

‘We have to find some place close to England, what about Scotland? Or the Netherlands? Or Ireland? Somewhere close to London please.’ Hermione said and Harry’s face lit up with a bright smile.

‘Anything you want,’ Harry said.

‘And we have to talk to my parents.’

‘We will.’

‘And inform the Ministry about our transposition and move.’

‘We will.’

‘We also have to inform Andromeda so she can find us.’

‘Hermione?’ Harry asked amused, she looked at him.

‘Yes?’ she asked with a small smile on her face, knowing she had lost it a bit with her monologue.

‘We’ll do anything needed for our move, we will handle it.’ Harry said and Hermione smiled and moved upward so they could kiss each other again. As the kiss ended Harry caressed Hermione’s cheek and kissed the top of her nose, making her giggle.

‘Everything will be fine.’ Harry finally said and Hermione nodded and kissed him again, trusting him with her life.
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