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Fondu Au Noir	By : Wander_Lust Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 77870 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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He is yelling, like always. Again and again and again. He is constantly yelling about something. Harry being his victim this time.
I stew in my anger crouched on the bottom of the staircase. Ihatehim Ihatehim Ihatehim! It's a mantra inside my head. I yearn to go in there and yell right back at him, envisioning it in mind. I march right into the kitchen scream at him how much I hate him, tell him that I wish he would die. Then Harry and I would walk right out those doors, take a match and light the whole house on fire.
"Stop! Stop that you freak!" Vernon bellows, making me realize that some of the scattered porcelain Petunia collects is shaking. My heart lurches when I hear the brutal sound of a fist hitting skin and the thump as Harry falls.
I jump up, running to the kitchen, furious, scared and worried. There is a hot tumultuous feeling spreading like wildfire all over my body. In the kitchen I see Vernon standing over Harry and instinctively wedge myself right between them, hands up. I'm not thinking of my hatred but driven by the need to protect Harry.
"Don't hit him!" I scream as Vernon's face gets even angrier, turning a purplish red color. "He didn't even do anything! Don't hit him!" My voice is shaking, a frantic sounding screeching pitch.
I see the wrath build in Vernon's eyes as he stares down at me and I know that he will make me pay for this.
"How dare you interfere!" He grabs my hair, wrenches it back to a painful point and shakes me. "How dare you try to go against me." He pushes me back and Harry reaches out for me, taking the brunt of the fall.
Both of us are panting as Vernon stands above us unbuckling his belt.
"I'll teach you two! I run this house! You obey me! Take off your bottoms!"
I'm trembling, hatred-strong, unadulterated, fierce- courses through me making me feel consumed with it. I wish him dead with all my heart. I stare up at him with this hate in my eyes.
Harry reaches out grasping my hand. A brief fleeting comfort. I feel him so completely. He's hating Vernon just as much as me. We both want him to die and we both will face this punishment. We stand together, Harry letting go of my hand as Vernon watches us with malice. I undo the button of my pants and pull them down as Harry does the same.
"The knickers too, then turn around."
There's dread and fear as my panties lower. I turn, my eyes meeting Harry's hard green ones. We share a look that says it all. We'll escape from here together and never look back.
The belt stings as it whips across my buttocks. I cry as he hits us. My tears are a mixture of pain and bitterness. Beside me Harry doesn't make a sound but a few grunts as the belt hits. His eyes are fixated on the floor, hard and unforgiving.
Vernon stops, reaching out his meaty hand to clench Harry's hair and pulls him to the cupboard door, mumbling about us as he goes. Harry looks back at me as he's dragged away at my crying face, looking at me so intensely its like he's trying to memorize me face or count the number of tears running down my face. His mouth opens, mouthing something to me.
I'm sorry.
For some reason my heart feels like its being wrenched and I desperately don't want him to go away.
Vernon shoves him inside the broom cupboard, banging the door shut and locking it.
"Fucking starve you ungrateful little freak!" he hisses before snapping shut the flap in the door.
I glare at him through my tears as he heads back to me. In the moment I am on the cusp of drowning. A tidal wave of hatred, anger and bitterness threaten to take over all my senses. It would be so easy just to be as mean and spiteful at them. Cursing the world, blaming everyone and letting my circumstances lead me down a road to darkness.
Harry is my lifeline. A human life vest to keep me flouting above my own black feelings. To remind me that there is still good in this world and to use all the negativity to fuel me.
Vernon stares at me with fury and reaches for my as he had Harry. I still hate him but there is also pity.
"And you!" he hisses, leaning down so ghastly his face is looming right above me, "I'm not through with you yet. Your little display of disrespect has earned you even more punishment. You had no right to try to get in my way when it had nothing to do with you and after all that I have given you!"
He drags me off and to my room, belt still in hand.

The house is quiet. Blissfully so. Nighttime is my favorite time. No one screaming at me that I'm a freak, no one bossing me around, and most importantly, no one to disturb me and Harry.
I carefully sneak down the stairs with food I have stashed in my arms for Harry and I to eat. I walk on my tip-toes, barely even breathing as I open the door to get back into the house, the light streaming in through the window is my only source of light to guide me through the living room and to my destination, Harry's cupboard.
I carefully maneuver the things in my arm to slowly move the latch and push the knob down. Everything I do is slow and careful, my senses hyper-aware. I can't be caught or I'd have hell to pay. I open the door just enough for me to slip inside.
Harry is waiting for me, sitting on one side of the small floor, his face shrouded in darkness.
"Sorry it took so much longer-"
Harry's hand shoots out so fast I didn't even see him to pull me down to him. I fall to my knees in front of him, our food falling with soft thumps onto Harry's make shift mattress. Before I can blink Harry has me wrapped up in his arms, his hands clutching at the back of my shirt as he crushes me to him. His face is buried in my neck and I raise my arms to hug him back. I can feel the sadness and anger rolling off of him in waves. He lets out a broken sigh that I hate.
"It's okay, Harry. I'm fine." I know that he's feeling guilty that I was hit too but he has no need to be. Countless times before he's interfered on my behalf when Petunia acts especially mean to me so sticking up for him against Vernon is only a given.
Besides, its not the first time we've been beaten and it won't be the last.
"I know. We'll be okay so long as we have each other." I hum my agreement "It's just-"
"I know, Harry."
I hold him until his stomach growls. I pull away and gather the fallen goodies and hold them out to Harry for him to take his pick from. His eyes swell up with emotion as he looks at me and flush under the intense love I see.
"You're brilliant!" Harry says before he devours some bars and sips from a juice box. I smile at his compliment.
We lie down on our sides in the cramped space. Harry's face without his glasses is one that only I have seen. It makes him look even younger, innocent, his big eyes round, beautifully green and framed by dark lashes that are not as noticeable because of the frames. I can't help but raise my hand and trace a finger down the bridge of his nose. I love Harry's face.
He reaches out and captures my hand, holding it to his chest. I can feel his heart beating a steady thump. He breathes out softly, smelling me as I smell him and we are both relaxing, calm with only each other. We have always been each other's only source of comfort, the only kind touch that doesn't reach out to hurt or beat but to soothe and lull to peace.
"I love you Hermione."
"Love you too, Harry."
We are the only ones who love one another. No one else loves us. No one else cares. We tell each other we love one another because no one else does and because we do love each other oh-so very much.
Eventually we both drift off to sleep, assuaged by the other's presence, tightly gripping the other's hand.
I wake before sunrise. I'm an earlier riser and a light sleeper, which is good since I need to be back in my own room before they wake up. I don't want to leave though. In sleep Harry is so warm and soft without tension caused by the Dursley's. I want him to stay like this but that's not what Harry wants. He would only wake up panicked if I left without waking him first and be in a bad mood all day.
I retract my fingers from his grip and reach out to wrack my fingers through his hair, slightly scratching. I watch Harry's face as I do this until he starts leaning into my touch.
"Mornin, 'Mione." Harry doesn't open his eyes, his voice throaty in sleepiness but he does reach out his hands to hug me to him and give my forehead a good morning kiss.
"Morning, Harry." I trail my fingers nails down his arm, tickling the skin making goosebumps rise.
"Feels good." he mumbles. I know it does, we have always taken turns tickling each other's skin but I always tickle better since my nails are longer. It's nice to get a tickle in the mornings before the harsh day begins.
A thump from upstairs freezes us both before I'm scrambling up as quietly as I can. I move to the door, looking out of the flap with tense fear, distantly noting Harry rising as well.
Footsteps travel down the hall, luckily heading in the opposite direction. I breath out a sigh of relief. Must of been Dudley going to the bathroom.
I turn to Harry and give him a fleeting smile. He returns it looking adorable with his hair all tousled and sleepy eyed. Harry closes his eyes as he leans down so I close my eyes too and tilt my head up.
Harry's lips fall on mine, soft plump lips meeting mine pleasantly. I love this close proximity, love our traditional good morning kiss. I wouldn't be able to leave with out it.
For a full heartbeat Harry's lips stay on mine and it feels so warm and nice. This is how we show we love each other.
Harry pulls back and I open my eyes. The sound of flushing and water moving through pips surround us. It is time for me to leave before Dudley decides he wants a morning snack. I squeeze Harry's hand and walk out.
I can take on the rest of the day and the day after that and the day after that, so long as Harry and I remain like this...

The next few days are a nightmare. Christmas is steadily looming closer. True to his word, Malfoy doesn't leave me alone and often pesters me in the library, constantly there whenever Harry isn't as if he's always watching and anticipating the moment Harry leaves me.
And Harry leaves me a lot.
I don't take this very well. By nature I am a blunt person known throughout school to be a bitch proven by the fact that I couldn't care less what they think about me. Ever molecule in my body is demanding that I confront Harry, that I force Ginny out of the picture and say to hell with everybody. After the wet dream I had I told myself that I would give it a week. I wouldn't bother Harry, I'd let him have his space and watch out for his reactions.
Third day in and I'm already about to give up.
I couldn't concentrate at all in the library after Harry left. I kept picturing in my mind Harry's laughing face as we ate dinner together in the cupboard. It's seared behind my eyelids and driving me mad. He was all mine back then.
I couldn't take sitting there any longer, wondering what kind of expressions he could be showing Ginny so I walked out.
Malfoy- the sodding stalker- had to follow me, of course, so now we are both walking in silence to the Quidditch field. I wave my wand around myself, putting a heating charm so I'm not completely freezing. Malfoy smirks and holds his arm out giving me this expectant look.
"What?" I ask, pocketing my wand away.
"Do me too."
I scoff at him and march away. Malfoy might be under the misconception that we are friends but I don't. If anything he is an annoying gnat that keeps coming around no matter how many times you swat at it until you just forget its presence.
I can see little black specks swooping around in the air as we draw near. They're flying leisurely and as we get nearer I can see that a lot of people have landed and are chatting by the stands. I've caught them while they are on break.
I head toward the entrance, my eyes searching for Harry when I hear a noise. I stop, head snapping to the sound.
"What is it?" Malfoy asks curiously, stopping as well. I shush him, back tracking my steps. I see movement in the shadows by the locker room. Flaming red hair. I creep closer, my heart pounding in my chest.
Ginny Weasley giggles, pulling Harry along further into the shadows.
"-break is almost over."
"Oh, come on, Harry. Stop being such a spoil-sport. Just a quick snog." She says enticingly as she pushes Harry up against the wall.
I gasp and Harry's head shoots up but Ginny Wealsey is quick, her hands reaching around his shoulders and pulling him down to her, thrusting her hands into his hair as her lips land on his.
I'm moving before I can think. Malfoy reaches out and snag my arm. No. Not this time.
I swing around, hitting Malfoy as I reach inside my robes for my wand.
"Learn a new trick, Malfoy." I hiss, hitting him with a Pertrificus Totalus. He face is frozen in shock as I turn sharply on my heel marching over to them to find Harry putting his hands on Ginny's shoulders to push her away, his eyes on me.
"No, Hermione-!"
But it's too late, my spell shooting out of my wand and hitting them. A shield immediately erupts between them, the force of it making Ginny stumble backwards and almost fall.
"What the-"
"Hermione." Harry breathes, looking at me as I snatch up his wrist without and word and start tugging him away.
"Hey! What are you doing Hermione?" But I don't care about the incredulous anger in Ginny Weasley's voice, I only care about my own anger and how close I am to turning back around and stunning her.
"Hermione." Harry tries again but I ignore him. He's not fighting my grip which is saving him right now.
Behind us I can hear the sound of footsteps. I crane my neck around to see her following after us, an angry determined look on her face.
My whole body is heated with ferocious anger. Can't she take a hint? I stop, turning around to face and raise me wand.
"Don't follow us or I'll hex you!"
Ginny stops too, her face shocked before becoming angry.
"What the hell is wrong with you? Are you mad? You can't just-"
Harry steps between us, facing Ginny.
"Just stop. Go back to practice, Gin. I'll meet up with you later in the Great Hall."
"But-"
"I really need to talk to Hermione, alright? This is important. Can you make up excuses for me to the rest of the team?"
Ginny's mouth snap shuts around whatever protest she was about to make, looking like she was fighting a battle within herself before she glares harshly at us and crosses her arms.
"Fine."
"Thanks. I'll see you later."
"Right." she says with notable strain in her voice as she turns on her heel and starts back down to the lockers.
I stare at Harry, waiting for him to look at me, still festering in my fury.
When Harry turns around his face is not what I expect. It's cold and annoyed. He grabs my wrists and starts pulling me along back to the castle. His anger makes rise to my own and we both march to the castle, stewing in our thoughts.
Harry leads me through the halls, taking shortcuts whenever he can so that we're in front of the Room of Requirement in no time at all. When the door appears, Harry aggressively opens it, practically throwing me inside so I stumble a few steps.
I whip around to face as the door slams shut behind us, my mouth open to rant at him, but Harry's hand closes over my mouth before I can, his green eyes flashing behind his glasses.
"Don't start right now, Hermione. I'm extremely angry at you." I push Harry's hand away with force, eyes flashing.
"What!" I'm infuriated by his words, disbelieving that he actually could feel that way. "You're angry with me? You're the one-"
"Stop. I don't want to hear it! I don't know what you think you're playing at in front of Ginny back there-"
"Are you really going there? How shall I start? First off, you didn't even have the courage to tell me about you and Ginny-"
"Because I knew you would react like this!"
"Of course I would react like this Harry! You don't even like her-"
"Yes I do!"
"DON'T LIE TO ME!" I scream, my whole body trembling. "Have you forgotten that I know you, Harry? I'm a part of you! You can't lie to me!"
Harry turns away stubborn refusal on his face.
"You don't know anything." His voice is low. Dangerous. The look in his eyes is foreboding. There is something that I have overlooked, something that is making Harry think he has the upper hand.
"What have you done?" I can hear the dread in my voice, feel it creeping all over my skin. He turns away but I refuse to talk to his back. I've seen enough of it already. I reach out with greedy hands holding his forearms as I move in front of him. Get in his face.
"What have you done, Harry?"
His eyes flash with flickers of pain, regret, sadness. I feel tears well up in my eyes and I let him go. There is only one thing that I can logically think of that would make him act this way.
"You slept with her." I whisper horrified. Harry's hands clench at his side. "You fucked her, didn't you?" My voice is getting higher, angrier. I can feel all my control unraveling. Harry doesn't say anything as my whole world goes topsy turvy.
I raise my eyes and look at him to find him watching me, his eyes unwavering, his expression blank.
"What the hell is the matter with you!" I shriek, angry, so angry. "How could you do this? Y-you...how could you..how could you actually touch her? YOU DISGUST ME!"
I glare up at Harry waiting for him to say anything, waiting for him to tell me I'm wrong, waiting for his defense. He doesn't say a thing.
I snap.
I'm in front of his face a second later, my hand wrenched back ready to strike. Harry's eyes widen a split second and I see his disbelief. I revel in it.
SLAP
It is done. Harry's head whips to the side, his glasses clatter to the floor. My hand stings. I am not done. I raise my hand and slap him again. I hear his breath stutter out. I don't want to stop. I want to beat him up. I want to tear him apart.
Something in me has broken. Maybe there is something now broken in him too, I don't know. I don't know him anymore.
He doesn't raise his head up, doesn't try to stop my blows. Then I see it. A tear drop. I look at him, really look at him.
His green eyes are fixed to the ground, red like his cheeks and filled with so much sadness. It is plain to see the misery, the pain, the anguish on his face.
He is crying.
A jolt goes through me. I watch another tear fall down his cheek and feel a sick fascination for it. This is exactly what I wanted.
I want to taste his tears, lick them off his face, make him cry for me more; get close so I can breath in his scent, his misery. My gaze is heady as I look at him cry and I'm leaning in before I even realize. But then his eyes flick over to me and I remember.
He is tainted.
A repugnant look settles on my face and I watch it shatter Harry. I turn away feeling sickly satisfied as I march to the door.
"No," Harry breathes, sounding like it was wrenched from his entire being. "No, wait!"
I ignore him, opening the door when his hand desperately slams it shut. I feel the warmth of his body against my back, can practically feel him shaking. I keep facing forward, unable to help the dark smile that flits across me face.
"Get away from me. You're revolting."
"No! Please!" Harry plasters himself against my back, his arms caging me in, his head buried in my hair. "Please don't say that. Don't hate me. I had to do this. I had to stop this!"
"No you didn't. You're just a coward that is too afraid of what other people would think-"
Harry's hands clamp on my shoulders, spinning me around. I am faced with his wild desperate expression. It is my turn to keep my face blank, to act uncaring.
"That's not true! I'm doing this for you!"
"You're not doing anything for me and you'd be daft if you thought I would believe you. Now get your filthy hands off of me!" I demand, hitting his hands away. Harry's face crumbles, more tears welling in his eyes. I take only a second to appreciate it, to burn it into my mind before I open the door and walk away.
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