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Harry Potter and the Memories of the Future	By : Christina_Potter_09 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 13966 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Four – Like a Wife

The hard green beam hit the woman and she fell on the floor, lifeless like a doll. The hooded figure moved closer to the crib with the little child. The brunette mother with the wide opened lifeless brown eyes was gone and her child with the brown messy curls and emerald green eyes was about to face the same fate, as his father had died a few moments prior to his mother, in his try to stop this Dark Lord like he had done with the previous, only this time, he had failed…

Harry’s eyes snapped open in a small gasp, his entire body jerked for a second as consciousness rushed into his mind and he looked around him, still unaware of his surroundings and the different feel of the bed he was on.

A warm body, this was the first thing he realized against him as he looked down and saw a sea of brown locks spread under his chin, his eye traveled down, Hermione was sleeping against him, or he was sleeping against her or whatever, point was, she was facing him, her head pillowed by his arm, his other arm was holding her waist, while her right arm was close to her face and the other was touching his chest, their bodies were almost collided from the waist down.

He took a moment to relax and tense up at the same time, the dream was awful even if it was already fading away, the brunette had looked so familiar, at this Harry’s eyes moved back on Hermione’s face, he shook his head with a small sigh, it was her, Hermione.

He was sweaty still, slightly out of breath, but he tried to relax because he had to admit, he didn’t want her to wake up yet, she felt so great against him, in her beautiful blue summer gown. The previous night, after the dinner with the grandparents and the wine that followed their small talk at the beach, Harry and Hermione had decided to go to bed. They had slept on the edges of the bed, trying to relax and let sleep take them both after some uncomfortable chuckles, little giggles because of the wine and a few periods of silence filled with thoughts, possibilities, fears and hopes. Now, he was against her with her soft body clicking with his masculine like a puzzle piece, they had found their way to each other in their sleep, Harry thought with a small smile that was only for him to be aware of.

His eyes traveled up and down her form, he felt his heartbeat accelerating a little as he noticed her chest, the gown had a V neck and her cleavage was shown, her breasts were pushed together as her arms were curled between each other. He knew he had to calm down, it was morning, a difficult time of the day for a guy without the woman he loves pressed against him with her breasts before him, he needed a distraction, and he found it immediately and unwillingly as he noticed the small scar.

He knew what it was, usually she covered it up either with her clothes or a simple make-up spell, it was small, white by now and of different texture from the rest of her smooth skin because of the curse that had hit her in their fifth year, when he had thought he lost her by Dolohov. And his eyes moved, unwillingly again, down the arm she had on his chest, he could see that scar too, the largest on her body as far as he knew… the one from Bellatrix.

Mudblood

Her skin there was ruined too, signaling her blood status, he frowned, he felt his heart racing but in nothing more but furry for what she had been through, for what she had suffered to be by his side…

The back of her palm was touching his heart, where his own scar lay, by the locket the night of the silver doe’s appearance. They both bore scars in similar places of their bodies, his hand by Umbridge, her arm by Lestrange, both their hearts from magic… Yet they had survived, and they both bore these scars with dignity, having showed them only to their people, only the ones who won’t stare, only to the ones who knew how it felt.

But did anyone else know how it felt? Ultimately, it was the pair of them who got through most of it, it was him who tried to pull through every day and it was her who had trust in him, even when Ron or Harry himself hadn’t…

He couldn’t resist, at that moment, he didn’t even mind if he woke her, he leaned down and planted a small kiss on her temple, his lips lingering on her skin as he closed his eyes and breathed through his nose. Her face didn’t change, she only moved her head slightly, pressing her head against his lips in her sleep and Harry sighed again, he needed to find a way to burry his feelings for her, this purity of theirs, this friendship, this lack of taking the step further, had to remain, he had lost friends like Ron and Ginny and he couldn’t’ afford to lose Hermione, he had lived without the rest in the past, like he did now, but he couldn’t jeopardize Hermione’s presence in his life.

He was used on screwing up with his girlfriends, Cho, Ginny and the couple more birds that followed in weeks-long relationships after the war. He was a troubled person, he knew that, he needed someone who knew him, someone who could give him space and time like Hermione had done the previous evening, he needed someone like her, he needed her, but we always want the one person we can’t have… if things got wrong, he couldn’t lose her from his life and he knew, if they failed like she did with Ron, they would never be the same again.

All the courage he had mastered up the previous day, in the car while they listened to those songs now was fading away like it always did, he should keep up following the set instructions, he would keep up like that if it was for him not to lose the most important person in his life.

With this thought, and the decision of burying deep inside his feelings once again, he decided to leave the room, he wouldn’t sleep anyway and he couldn’t keep watching her without feelings spurting inside his heart like poisonous ivy, trying to suffocate the organ.

He untangled himself from her, moving in silence as not to disturb her, he made it out of bed, saw her stretching her arm towards the space he previously occupied and frowning at his absence and he quickly exited the bedroom they shared.

He moved down the stairs in shorts and t-shirt and he tried to push away the thoughts caused by the fact of Hermione’s vanilla and rose sense still lingering on the fabric of his clothes.

He entered the kitchen, where he heard noise and was greeted by his beaming grandmother who was making omelet, toasts, waffles and a lot more things that made Harry smile, he would have loved to be waking up in such sweet and delicious welcome in the past…

‘Good morning, sweetheart,’ Margaret said as she rushed closer to her grandson in a deep purple dress of hers, she hugged him tightly and kissed his cheek. She then took his face in her hands and smiled, the happiness in her eyes evident.

‘Go and wash your face while I’ll serve you breakfast, Hermione’s still asleep?’ Margaret asked and Harry nodded his head. ‘Oh my poor girl, she must be exhausted after the trip, did you sleep well?’ the older woman asked again and Harry smiled and nodded, remembering for a moment the warm body he was up against until a few moments ago, he tried to sober up.

‘Yes… it was a great nap,’ Harry said and Margaret nodded her head and let him go so he could get ready.

‘Your grandfather is outside, having his daily dive… if you want you can join him but you won’t eat too much so you can swim,’ Margaret said and Harry grinned and nodded as he moved to the bathroom of the ground floor.

‘I think I’ll stay in and enjoy my grandmother’s company,’ Harry said with a smile and Margaret’s eyes almost filled with tears as she nodded and gestured for him to go and get ready.

He did so, taking a few minutes but remaining in his shorts and t-shirt as he didn’t want to wake Hermione by returning in the room for clothes. He returned smiling and hungry for the food his grandmother served him. They both sat on the table and smiled at each other as Harry started his breakfast.

‘What would Hermione and you want for dinner?’ Margaret asked and Harry shrugged as he ate his waffle and nodded his approval of his grandmother’s ability to cook.

‘I don’t know… I have no problem about the food, and I’m sure Hermione won’t have some specific request… we’re both really easygoing with food and such things, considering how we survived in the war…’ Harry said and immediately regretted it, he was feeling so comfortable with his grandparents that he didn’t think of them not knowing about the war, he needed to talk to Hermione about what they would exclude from their story as not to sadden the older couple. Margaret’s face had darkened already as she took his hand in hers.

‘You’ve been through a lot, haven’t you?’ she asked quietly and Harry didn’t hide the truth by nodding. ‘I wish I and your grandfather could be there…’ she added and Harry sighed and squeezed her hand in his larger palm.

‘Look, Grandma,’ he started, for the first time in his life calling her like that, making her eyes fill with tears this time. ‘I wish many things could be different for all of us, but… yes, Hermione and I have been through a lot, through the most to be honest, but we don’t regret it, it’s who we are and I know you have so many things to learn for me but one thing you need to know is that, things would have been much much worse for me if Hermione wasn’t there… and if it wasn’t for the war and the rest of the things that happened… nor Hermione nor I would be the people we are now…’ Harry said and Margaret nodded her head and sighed.

‘You’re right, sweetie, you’re absolutely right, and I’m happy you have someone like Hermione by your side, she’s like a guardian angel of yours, yesterday she looked so happy for you to have found us, she looks at you like there is none else around her.’ Margaret said honestly, last night, before the dinner, she had pulled that stop of their moment at the beach, but during and after the dinner, the older woman had seen that Harry’s friend was an amazing young lady with only one thing at heart: Harry’s best interest.

‘Do you have any pictures of mum’s?’ Harry asked, trying to change the subject, of course he knew of Hermione’s happy face the previous night, he had noticed because his own eyes had hardly left her, she had glowed like the sun every time he laughed at something with his grandparents, like families do, she was genuinely happy for his family and truly relieved for her own choices, she had been joyous last night.

Margaret seemed slightly surprised at the abrupt change in their conversation but she sobered and shook her head negatively.

‘I’m afraid not, dear, after the spell was broken, we searched for possibly hidden objects of our family Lily might had left with us but we found none, she probably didn’t want us to stumble on them while the charm was on and had us confused since our memories were changed. But you can ask me anything you want about her…’ Margaret said and saw Harry’s face falling for a moment but he smiled and nodded.

‘How was she?’ Harry could only ask, he knew things from various people, he had seen her only once, right before his possible death in the Forbidden Forest… but he hadn’t had the time to talk to her about all the things a son wants to know about his mother… they had only talked about death…not life.

‘Lily… Lily was like a little star, shining even in the darkest of skies, making your eyes turn and look at her. She was always gentle, yet brave, she even put up with older children to protect Petunia in the times her sister’s tongue couldn’t stop… we knew she was different, and we were proven right when two people from the ministry arrived and wanted to talk to us about her.

‘We were so proud of her being magical, we always had an opened mind in these things, our world is ancient and all these myths and creatures couldn’t always been mythical… Lily had been so happy, even if Petunia was furious, my little Lily couldn’t wait to start school, she had started reading her school books before the term could start, that hungry she was to enter the world she truly belonged to…

‘At school, she was great, a true master in potions, a great girl, prefect at her fifth year, Head Girl at her seventh… she was great. Of course your father became the one for her ever since their fourth year but poor James was too afraid to show up how he was feeling so he was acting like every male teenager, with stupidity.

‘Even Craig had once threatened him, when he had learnt about a fight he had been involved in for Lily… Craig had demanded to know what James wanted from our daughter, and it was then your father finally mastered the courage and told Craig about his feelings, it was funny, the first Evans who heard the declaration of love was Craig and not Lily…

‘At the same time however, Lily was losing Severus, they had been so close, I knew these two shared something, I had no idea it was magic but I knew there was something, I never understood why they lost their friendship, I hadn’t known about the war and Voldemort until she told me she was joining the Order of the Phoenix with James and his friends.

‘I had been shocked when she told us about Severus and his choice to join the bad side, you see we muggles were out of all this mess but we knew what was happening, there was a war raging on right beneath our feet.

‘When Lily learnt about her pregnancy… I hadn’t seen my child happier, James too, was on cloud nine, even if he had just lost his parents, he had been rewarded by fate with a son. Their dream was to have a big family, they wanted children and a big house and they had just started taking it all.

‘And then, you had been born, just a few days after Dudley and I had thought I wouldn’t be more happy, you were so tiny, so beautiful and our eyes had been given to you… I was so happy to have two grandsons… and both Lily and Petunia, even if they didn’t talk to each at that point, they were both in their worlds, in their families, in their lives and I could only be happy for both.

‘But then…’ Margaret for the first time paused her words as Harry had remained silent to listen to his grandmother. She took a breath and tried to keep it together. ‘Then, Lily and James had shown up, already having talked to Petunia and having been rejected, they told us about the war, they mentioned something about Dumbledore and the war getting worse and Lily asked us to accept to be changed and sent away, and I held her promise of her return, because I knew, she would give it all to keep that promise. But I had no idea she would lose her life… I had no idea you would have been alone, I had no idea I wouldn’t see you again. I had thought it would be only for a few months… I had thought I would be there for your first day at school, your first bicycle ride, your first grades… your Hogwarts letter…. I had no idea….’ Margaret finally stopped and sniffed as she his her face in her palm. Harry sighed and nodded, standing up and hugging his grandmother tightly.

‘I’m so sorry,’ he could only whisper to his grandmother’s ear, he had lost his mother, but this woman here had lost both her daughters, one being away and the other under a gravestone, and there’s nothing worse than having you child dead…

‘But I’m glad I finally met you, I’m sure I have a few more firsts to see of yours, your first child, your first and hopefully only wedding.’ Margaret said with a small chuckle and Harry grinned in spite his pained heart. He didn’t comment something in this as they both heard noise from the stairs and turned to see Hermione moving down with a small smile on her face, she had clearly witnessed at least some of the scene between Harry and Margaret.

‘Good morning dear! Did you sleep well?’ Margaret said as she stood up and hugged Hermione, the young woman returned and hug and smiled at Harry from behind Margaret’s shoulder, Harry returned the smile a bit stiffly, noticing she had magically covered up her scars – like she usually did- for the rest not to see them. Harry was glad in a way, being the mother of a muggle-born, Margaret would probably know what “Mudblood” means… seeing it in the form of a scar on Hermione’s arm would only upset his grandmother…

After breakfast, Margaret proposed to them to take the car and enjoy the town but both Harry and Hermione postponed the little trip for another time with uneasiness as they claimed they wanted to settle down after the trip of the previous day, Hermione said she wanted to go outside for awhile, at the beach again and Harry offered his grandmother to help with lunch as he knew how to cook and would like to know a few secrets of the Italian cuisine.

Hermione decided to take notes with her at the beach, shrunk in her pocket for Harry not to reach for them again, she crossed the small road before the villa and got to the beach, at her right, there was a small tree and she decided to get in its shadow and relax there while she would try to work on her project.

She tried to focus on her work, on her characters and the plot, but her mind kept slipping away to other things, things that involved a certain man with messy locks and emerald green eyes. Last night had been confusing, one moment he was wrapped around her while the water caressed their legs, the next moment they were having dinner and laughing around and then she was enjoying his family moments with the Evans and then had to sleep in the same bed with him.

She wished things could be different, she wished things could simpler, like they were just 24 hours ago, when they were using their shields so well before each other, these cracks now, with their emotions slipping from between them and engulfing their hearts were suffocating.

She didn’t want to sleep in the same bed with Harry again, not if it was for them to be like that, not if it was for them to need a small step and destroy it all.

She had been in a relationship with Ron, and it hadn’t worked out, and in the process, she lost him as a friend too, she didn’t want the same happening between her and Harry, she wouldn’t stand it. She needed to find some lines again, some borders, but how can you define such lines when you’re so close to someone? When his pain is your pain and vice versa?

‘Care if I join you?’ Craig’s voice was smooth but Hermione was startled and jerked her pen as she looked up at him in his colorful swimming trousers and colorful shirt. She smiled after a moment and gestured for him.

‘Sorry, I didn’t see you there, no problem, of course,’ she said as she gathered her notes quickly in a stack and left them next to her, putting a rock upon them to stop the light breeze from scattering them away. Craig smiled and nodded as he sat next to the young woman under the shadow of the tree and smiled at her.

‘How’s your holiday here so far?’ he asked gently and Hermione smiled at the gentle man before her, she always imagined Lily Potter as a very gentle woman, she wasn’t sure how Harry’s mother had been like but we all create an angel-like for people that are not alive anymore, especially if they died in their try to save someone else. Her parents were very sweet too.

‘It’s great, I really like Italy,’ Hermione said honestly and Craig smiled and nodded his head.

‘You’ve been here before? In Italy I mean,’ Craig asked and Hermione smiled and nodded.

‘Yes, I had a couple of trips with my parents, they’re muggles and they love traveling,’ Hermione said and Craig looked at her surprised.

‘Oh you’re a muggle-born! Like Lily, that’s nice,’ Craig said and Hermione smiled again and nodded her head. ‘Do you have siblings?’ the older man asked and Hermione shook her head.

‘No, an only child, my mother says I was a handful for both of them to have more…’ Hermione said, remembering her mother’s teasing and Craig chuckled and nodded his head.

‘Hermione can I ask you a favor?’ Craig asked after a moment and Hermione nodded her head with a small smile, she was almost sure of what Craig could want.

‘Of course,’ she replied and waited for the older man to speak.

‘Can you tell me a few things about Harry? I want to know my grandson better, but I don’t know from where to start… what is he like? What he likes and dislikes? I’m sure you know since you’re his best friend.’ Craig said and Hermione smiled, even if she felt the small stab of pain at the mention of hers as his best friend.

‘Well… from where to start…’ Hermione pondered and tried to decide what to say first. ‘Harry is a very good and fair person, he has been through a lot yet he’s able to love like none else. He’s brave and willing to risk everything for the people close to his heart. He can be stubborn like a mule and he’s easily upset, but who can blame him? A lot of things had been on his shoulders ever since he was a little boy.’ Hermione said in general, smiling at the memories her words brought to her mind.

‘He loves Quidditch, he was the best seeker the Gryffindor team ever had. His dream was to become an Auror and he made it, he’s one of the best there as well. He likes wizards’ chess, he’s very good at making potions, like his mother, but his best lesson at school was Defense against the Dark Arts.’ Hermione started with the first things that followed in her mind.

‘He’s a sleepy head, he likes sugar quills and chocolate frogs, one of his favorite colors is green, he doesn’t have a pet ever since he’s 18, he had his beloved owl but she died in the war and ever since he refused to have another pet. He tends to keep things in, he doesn’t want to make anyone sad, and as I told you he’s stubborn but all you need to do is stand your ground when he finally explodes and screams his head off in a last try to push you away, if you get though that too, then you’re right in his heart.

‘He’s a rubbish dancer… I speak from experience, but he’s excellent in cheering you up when you’re down… He’s a great cook, he makes great chicken with rice and mushrooms, he laughs with silly things and always makes sure his closest people are alright. We put up bets and if he loses he’s watching historical dramas I choose, if he wins he takes me to Quidditch games that bore me to death, oh and he loves to fly, it’s his favorite activity.

‘He is cute with presents, always remembers what books I’ve seen in bookstores and buys them for me as presents. He has an excellent memory in general, he remembers our first serious conversation in our first year, right before he could go and face a danger. He had been more than scared when I had been infected by a magical creature in our second year, and the first thing I remember was his eyes when I woke from an attack in our fifth year…’ Hermione stopped her words as she realized she had been talking with no stop, she blushed furiously and looked at Craig who was only smiling while he listened to her.

‘You sound like a wife… yet you and he never…?’ Craig asked and Hermione blushed even more as she shook her head.

‘No… never,’ she said firmly, remembering the moments they almost crossed the lines but always back stepped.

‘Why? Is he gay, or are you a lesbian?’ Craig asked sheepishly and Hermione chuckled and shook her head.

‘No we just…’ she sighed, ‘we’re best friends, like siblings,’ she finally said and sighed again through her nose as she looked at Harry’s grandfather almost in desperation.

‘I see…’ Craig finally said and put a comforting hand on Hermione’s shoulder.

‘It will get better, it always does. I don’t know you well but for me all that is enough is the look in your eyes while you speak about him, and his eyes looking at you every time you two are in the same room…’ Craig finally said and stood up as he gave a small smile, Hermione could only stare ant give a small nod as she knew, yet another person believed her and Harry perfect for each other, this time it was someone who knew both of them for mare hours, she sighed as she watched Craig moving back to the house, how many more would think her as Harry’s perfect match?

Maybe only Harry and Hermione herself still refused to accept certain things…
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