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Abandon	By : LadyOscar2 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 16676 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author�s
note: Hey everyone. I�m not dead, I just had a hectic year and this fic was the last thing on my mind. I�m so sorry! With all
the reviews I got, I decided to finish it, so here�s the next chapter. Sadly,
it was such a long time since I last came here that I forgot my password for my
Lady Oscar account, so I had to open a new one. It�s still me!

Chapter 5

The
next days went by awfully slowly for Hermione. She couldn�t deny she missed
Harry terribly, yet she felt it wasn�t proper to have those feelings. It hadn�t
been the first time he�d left for one of his missions, and in those times she
had worried just like she was worrying now... But back then things weren�t like
they were now. Back then, she wasn�t used to share her bed with him.

So,
she had done what she always did when she needed to take her mind off things:
she worked. A lot. She was spending more time at the
hospital than at Grimmauld Place, and even when
the excess of work was starting to overwhelm her, she refused to stop, because
the alternative was being alone in that big, cold house and letting her mind go
to places she didn�t want it to go.

Her
co-workers had noticed she was there all the time, too.

�It�s
been a while since you�ve taken so many shifts,� Alfred said to her that night.

Hermione
looked at him and smiled briefly. Alfred had joined the team of healers in her
section shortly after she had, and they had gotten along well since the first
day. He was a very nice guy and seemed very fond of Hermione, a fact that Luna
had caught in one of her visits and always used as a chance to tease her.

�I
missed the lack of sleep�, she joked.

�Well,
I�m not complaining, it�s definitely more fun when you�re around,� Alfred
continued, and looked slightly flushed at his comment. Then, he frowned and
added: �but... Are you okay? Did something happen?�

�Why
do you ask?�

�Because
lately you�d been leaving as soon as you were ready, and usually came rested
and happy in the morning. But this past week, I feel like you haven�t gone home
at all.�

�I�m
okay, Alfred, really. I�m just trying to do extra hours so I can have more
holiday days later,� she said with a grin. She hadn�t thought about taking a
vacation, but maybe it wasn�t such a bad idea. When Harry came back...

Alfred
didn�t seem very convinced, but he was too polite to intrude anymore. �Well, if
you need anything� I�m here.�

She
smiled at him and nodded.

But turned out that he wasn�t the only one concerned about her
overworking. A couple of hours later, her boss, Mr.
Johnson, ordered her to go home and take a day off, and he didn�t accept any
excuses.

�You�re
one of my best healers, if you die on me what will I do? I don�t want to see
your face or I�ll transfer you to Administration,� he said.

So
Hermione was forced to go back to Grimmauld Place.

It�s
not so bad, she thought. She took a hot shower, read all the afternoon, and
then cooked something nice. Even when she was relaxed she couldn�t shake a
strange feeling� as if she was being observed. �You�re just getting paranoid,�
she told herself. She hadn�t gotten any anonymous messages since Harry had
left, but still�

She
went to bed early, realizing that she really needed to sleep. Her bed smelled
of Harry, or maybe it was just her subconscious telling her she missed him. She
had slept alone all her life, why did it seem so hard lately? It was annoying
her how dependant of him she was becoming.

A
noise in the first floor startled her. It sounded like a bang on the door. Was
it just her imagination? She didn�t move from her spot, straining her ears.
There it was again.

Suddenly
scared �after all the Death Eaters you�ve fought, honestly, she muttered�, she
grabbed her wand and slowly made her way out of the room. Calm down, calm down�
She went down the stairs trying to be as quiet as possible. Her heart skipped a
beat when she saw the door was open.

Her
wand raised, she closed it and proceed to check the rooms. Grimmauld Place
was supposed to be full of protective charms, so it couldn�t be just a regular
burglar. She checked every corner of the house, but she couldn�t find anything�

She
was about to go back to her room, when she heard the noise again. Panicking,
she went to the front door and saw it was open again. She closed it forcefully
and put a couple of locking charms in it. She again checked the rooms. Nothing.

Hermione
was feeling an irrational fear. She wasn�t sure why, but her instincts were
setting some sort of alarm. She was used to take care of herself, but somehow
she felt weak and fragile. She didn�t want to be alone in that house anymore.

* *
*

For
the following three nights, Hermione forced herself to calm down. Even when every cracking window or small breeze made her jump out
of her skin. She knew she was paranoid and that she had nothing to worry
about. Those anonymous letters she�d been receiving lately had messed her head
up. For all she knew it could be one of Harry�s crazy fans. She could deal with
that.

She
didn�t want to disturb Ron, so she didn�t call him again. Besides, it would be
a problem if he told Harry she was too afraid to even spend the night alone.

Where
was Harry, anyway? There wasn�t a minute in which she didn�t think about him,
mostly with not so innocent thoughts. What was happening to her? �

On
the fourth night, she woke up with a start. She didn�t know why, but she had
the feeling that someone had been staring at her.

Paranoid. Paranoid.
Paranoid.

The
mantra wasn�t really working. Neither was staying in bed pretending that
nothing happened. She stood up, grabbed her wand and a robe and went out of her
room.

She
couldn�t hear anything, but she couldn�t shake the feeling that she was being
observed. Maybe she was going crazy, after all. She should have called Ron and
asked him to keep her company.

Geez, she couldn�t believe those bloody
letters were getting to her! She groaned in frustration and started walking
through the hallway. The house was quiet, except for the sound of her bare feet
dragging through the floor.

She
reached the top of the stairs, and leaned a little to check if the front door
was closed.

And
then she heard it.

Someone breathing in her ear.

She
gasped in fright and surprise and attempted to step back, but she made the
wrong move and the next thing she knew was she was falling down the stairs.

She
lost consciousness before she hit the floor.

* *
* *

A
dull pain woke her up. It took some time before she could gather her senses.
Her head hurt like hell. She opened her eyes slowly, the light hurting her for
a moment. She blinked a couple of times with a lot of effort, and finally was
able to focus her gaze on a white ceiling.

And
then she remembered what had happened.

She
felt a rush of fear and incorporated violently, breathing heavily.

Hermione
realized she was in a hospital bed. And in the chair next to it, she saw a
sleeping form.

�Harry?�
she gasped in relief, louder than she had intended.

He
opened his eyes and in less than a second was by her side.

�God,
Hermione, you�re finally awake. Are you alright?� He said, looking intently at
her face.

�Where
am I?�

�You
are at the hospital,� another voice said. Hermione and Harry looked up and
realized that Alfred had just walked in. �How are you feeling?�

�I...
I�m just a little sore, I guess.�

�Well,
that�s only natural. We had to repair your broken bones during the night, but
the potion for the bruises will take a little longer. I think you should be
fine by tomorrow.�

Images
of what had happened before she lost consciousness came rushing to her head.
She looked at Harry.

�When
did you come back?�

�Last
night. I found you lying at the bottom of the stairs.�

�You�re
lucky that Harry showed up, Hermione,� Alfred said, checking her eyes with the
light in his wand.

�I
was careless, I should have turned the lights on before I tried to go down,�
she said, trying to sound cheery. She could feel Harry�s piercing gaze on her.

�When
can she leave?� He asked Alfred.

�Well,
she doesn�t need to, but maybe it�s best if she stays here. We can take care of
her until she�s feeling better.�

�I can take care of her,� Harry said in a
low voice.

�I
don�t need you to take care of me,� Hermione protested, suddenly embarrassed.
It�s just a few bruises. All I need is to lie down and take it easy for today.�

Alfred
looked at her and then at Harry with a raised eyebrow. �I really think it�s best if someone is with her. Just in
case.�

�

�I�ll
stay with her, thank you Alfred,� Harry insisted.

* *
*

�Don�t
you have to work?� Hermione asked. They had just arrived home, and Harry had
placed her in the sofa in front of the fireplace, because she didn�t want to go
to her bed.

�I
just came back from a trip, remember? I can take the day off.�

She
watched him fumble around the room, covering her with a blanket, going to the
kitchen to fetch a glass of water, bringing her a couple of books. His
expression was unreadable, as usual, and Hermione couldn�t believe that more
than a week had passed since they had been shagging in that kitchen. She had
pictured his return a little different... with her legs around his waist
instead of lying down in the arm of an old couch.

�How
did it go?� she asked. She could now hear him in the kitchen, probably making
some lunch.

�What?�

�The
trip, how did it go?�

�Fine.�

She
sighed. It�s not like she had expected to get a different answer from him.

Much
later, when he was shoving some wood into the fireplace, she said:

�Why
don�t you sit with me for a while?�

He
didn�t say anything, but walked to the couch and sat where her feet were,
placing them carefully over his own legs.

�Won�t
you tell me where you went?� She tried.

�Won�t
you tell me how you fell from the stairs?� he shot back.

�What
do you mean? I just tripped, that�s all.�

�When
I found you, you were clutching your wand, so I doubt you were coming down just
to get a glass of water.�

Hermione
bit her lip. She didn�t want to tell Harry about the noises she�d heard. He
would either think she was paranoid or, worse, become paranoid himself. The
last thing she wanted was enduring his babysitting again.

�I
always carry my wand when I�m alone,� she said. At least it wasn�t a complete
lie. �Old habits are hard to forget.�

�Are
you sure this has nothing to do with what you told me before I left? With that
feeling that you were being followed?�

�Harry,
stop treating me like a child. It was just a regular accident.�

He
didn�t seem very convinced, but didn�t push her further. Instead, he looked at
the old clock in the wall. �It�s late, you should get some sleep.�

�I�m
not really sleepy,� she said, but then thought that maybe he was. After all,
he�d arrived home from a difficult journey only to spend an uncomfortable night
at the hospital. �But you�re right, we should get to...�

She
was going to say �bed�, but trailed off. She was suddenly very aware that the
meaning of that simple sentence had changed between them, a long time ago. The
truth was that she was burning with desire for him after being separated what
felt like ages, but she understood that he was probably really tired. She would
have to wait.

He
stood up and took her in his arms. �Come on, I�ll take you to your room,� he
said.

�Harry,
I can walk!� she protested, although it felt good to be carried like that.

He
didn�t put her down until he�d reached her room. He made sure she got in the
bed before leaning to kiss her forehead. �Well, have a good night.�

She
nodded and watched him walk to the door. He was about to close it behind him
when she spoke up.

�Hey.�

He
opened the door and peered at her. �Yes?�

�Why
don�t you... would you... could you stay here, with me, tonight?� He stared at
her for a moment and didn�t move from his spot. Hermione was glad it was dark
and he couldn�t see her blushing. Even when she�d made a move on him many
times, it had always been a silent approach. Talking about it was suddenly
quite harder. �We don�t have to... do
anything,� she clarified, feeling stupid. �I just... I�d rather not be alone
tonight.�

He
seemed to understand and silently took his clothes off until he was only
wearing his boxers and lied beside her. They stayed like that for a while.
Hermione was going crazy, feeling his warmth so close to her. She bit her lip,
trying to think about anything else, but it was impossible.

She
finally turned around to look at him in the eyes. He was wide awake, and stared back at her.

�Harry?�

�Yes?�

�Are
you tired?�

�Not
really.�

�Good.�

She
closed the short gap between them to kiss him fully on the mouth. He opened it
immediately to accept her tongue, matching her movement enthusiastically and
wrapping his arms around her to pull her closer. When the need for air was
imperious, they pulled back breathing heavily.

�God,
I need that,� she whispered.

�Me
too... But I don�t want to hurt you...� he said, looking at her with concern.

�Don�t
worry, I�m okay. The potion worked hours ago,� she smiled, kissing him again.

�You sure?�

�Hey,
you�re breaking the rules, stop talking,� she commanded, and he was happy to
oblige.

He
slowly removed her clothes, savoring every bit of skin that showed. Hermione
could only gasp in ecstasy under his ministrations. When he finally got her
fully naked, she pushed him away and got on top. She started kissing his chest,
and got entertained with his nipples for a while, before she got to the hem of
his boxers and pulled them down. He was hard and ready for her.

The
exchanged a brief look before she leaned and took him in her mouth. She had
never appreciated the wonders of a blow job until she experienced it with
Harry. Having so much power over him, seeing him groan in bliss, was
incredible. Smiling to herself when she noticed how he swelled even more inside
her mouth, she started licking him slowly, from the head to the base, paying
attention to his balls and the moving to the head again. Harry moved his hips,
trying to get further into her warm mouth, while he gripped the sheet until his
knuckles were white.

She
kept going until she felt him on the edge and pulled away. He groaned in
frustration, but she was desperate to get release too, so it was only fair to
get it together. She straddled him and with a swift move impaled herself on
him, stopping for a moment to enjoy the feeling of having him insider her
again.

Harry
reached up and grabbed her breasts, kneading them softly and caressing her
nipples, while she started rocking softly, raising herself until he was almost
out and then lowering her body again. She kept a steady rhythm, moaning in
delight every time he reached down to brush the part where they were joined.

Hermione
was getting close and so was him. She started moving faster, bouncing on him
with all her might. He held her hips to help while he thrust his hips up to
increase the friction. It felt wonderful beyond words, and soon they were
there, and Hermione let out a strained gasp before collapsing on him, at the
same time he shot his load inside her.

He
hugged her tight and didn�t let her pull out, so she just stayed there,
breathing heavily over him, while he tenderly kissed her neck. She wanted to
say something, but couldn�t think of anything that wouldn�t ruin the moment.
The only thing she was sure of was that she wouldn�t be able to stay that long
again without him. If she hadn�t been so lost in her post-orgasmic bliss, she
would�ve understood the danger in that thought.
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