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Best Friends with Benefits	By : Christina_Potter_09 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 42556 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Six – Lonely

Hermione was on her side, Harry behind her, thrusting slowly inside her body as one of his arms pillowed her head and the other squeezed her breast, her own hands touching his as they moved together in a dance of passion. The room warm and cozy with candles lit and some music on.

‘Hermione…’ Harry whispered in her ear and she moaned his own name. ‘So good… and mine, only mine,’ Harry whispered again and Hermione turned her head the best she could to kiss him softly.

‘Only yours, forever yours,’ Hermione replied in a whisper before they could both moan and climax at the same time, crying out each other’s names.

‘I love you…’ Harry’s whisper in her ear made her smile tiredly.

‘I love you more…’ she whispered too. She was ready to move in his arms but found herself alone in her bed, she looked around, the room was suddenly cold and dark, the music gone, Hermione shivered as she felt cold air hitting her body.

She moved from her bed and wore her gown hastily, searching for Harry, the moment she moved out of her bedroom she saw a dark form on the floor, around it there was a pool of something as dark. She summoned and illuminated her wand only to see Harry, in a pool of blood, his throat slit open.

‘HARRY!’ Hermione woke up with a scream, sweat running down her face and chest as she heaved breaths. She sat up on the bed and looked around the dark but not cold bedroom of hers and her hands moved to her face in her try to gather herself. It was a dream, just a dream, one more dream like the ones she had been having for the past three weeks that Harry was on the mission.

She tiredly looked at the clock by her nightstand, 5:03 a.m., too soon to wake Morgana and start yet another hectic day to take her mind off Harry’s prolonged absence. She collapsed back on the mattress, her gown tangled on her sweaty body but she didn’t care. She reached for the small piece of parchment sent by Harry about two weeks ago, she sighed and read the small letter he had hastily wrote down.

It’ll take more than expected, I’m fine, do not worry your little head over me, give a kiss to Morgana.

These were the only words she had gotten to have from him ever since he had left, she had waited for him to contact her first, too afraid to send something and possibly expose his location to anyone that shouldn’t take the letter so she waited and when she had expected him to return, only his small letter had arrived, only saying that he would need more time.

Her heart had been squeezed for the past days in worry for him. It had been two weeks ever since that letter and he was still nowhere to be seen, the Prophet never reported some mission going bad or some Auror dead and that was a relief, yet Hermione wanted desperately to see Harry back, safe and sound.

November needed two more days to be over and Hermione was still waiting for Harry, never realizing how quickly the time flew by in her haze of teaching at Hogwarts, taking care of Morgana and waiting for him, all she knew was that she wanted him to return and never go back to missions that could cost his life.

She was doing her best to remain composed but it wasn’t always easy, she wasn’t eating too much, her sleep was plagued by nightmares that had been gone away for years and now had decided to return. It wasn’t like Harry hadn’t been on a mission before, it was that Hermione had gotten used to be with him everywhere, like back in their school years and she didn’t like to have him away, without her protecting him.

Ron had been in suffocating contact ever since Harry was away until Hermione sent him a holler to stop sending messages of demanding how she is doing every single day, as if she could have any true news between the twenty four hours, his reply was that he did his best to follow orders… and that made Hermione even more depressed as he had been trying for Harry’s sake to make sure she’s not alone…

She waited for the next three hours on her bed, staring at the ceiling and hoping for Harry to return until her clock started ringing, signaling for her get up and get ready for yet another day of routine.

She woke up Morgana and helped her get ready for the day too, but before they could leave, Hermione’s telephone rang and she answered, hoping it would be Harry from his own flat, saying he’s back.

‘Hello, sweetie, how are you?’ Her mother’s voice made her smile just a bit.

‘Hey mum, I’m good how are you doing?’ Hermione asked, mastering all the enthusiasm she could give, her mother didn’t buy it.

‘What’s wrong?’ she asked and Hermione felt a wave of emotion crush on her, no she wouldn’t cry before Morgana who for now was playing with her bunny while waiting for the call to end.

‘Nothing, I’m just really tired, didn’t sleep well last night, why you called? Is dad alright?’ she asked, trying desperately to change the subject of their talk.

‘OK, you’ll tell me first thing when I see you, your dad’s fine, I called to ask if you’ll be with us for Christmas, we’ve missed you terribly.’ Her mother answered and Hermione sighed and nodded, the holidays were approaching and Harry was nowhere to be seen yet.

‘Uhm yes, I’ll be here and I’ll be with you, just count in Morgana, my Goddaughter and maybe Harry, he would like to be with us again I’m sure.’ Hermione said, hoping he would have made it until then.

‘Oh you have Morgana with you again? That’s amazing, I’ve missed the little angel, and Harry would? Why don’t you ask him to make sure?’ Jean Granger asked and Hermione sighed and replied.

‘He’s on a mission for the past weeks but I hope he’ll be back until then so count him in, please.’ Hermione said and she could imagine her mother nodding knowingly…

‘I see… ok then I’ll count him in and we’ll see you all then…’ Jean replied and Hermione gave a small smile.

‘OK, I have to go now mum, I have lessons starting in twenty minutes,’ Hermione said and Jean replied before they could hang up.

‘OK sweetie… and no worries… I’m sure he’s just fine.’ Hermione took another breath and then moved with Morgana in the floo, going to Hogwarts within moments.

Morgana was taken by Hagrid outside to watch his lessons with the fourth years and Hermione spent her day in her own lessons, the time flying by once again until her break for the day, two hours until lunch and she didn’t know what to do, she decided to go and spend sometime in the library, at least a book would keep her mind off a lot of things once again…

She wasn’t even paying attention as she moved to the library, knowing the path to it from every corner of the castle so she actually gasped when someone held on her arm while she was moving.

‘Cormac…’ Hermione said briskly when she looked at him and his sly grin.

‘Hermione…’ he said, his voice coated in sweetness that made Hermione almost gag.

‘How can I help you?’ she asked tiredly, he was insufferable most of the time but right now she didn’t have vent all her frustration on him, giving him the cold shoulder would do.

‘I have been trying to talk to you for days but you’re gone as soon as your lessons are done so it’s a nice surprise to see you now…’ Cormac said and Hermione nodded apathetically and looked at him expectantly, the soonest he tried, the soonest she would reject him. ‘Since Potter is not back yet I guess you’re still available… so would you like me to escort you in the Ministry’s Yule Ball? The invitations will be sent this afternoon as a student told me whose father works at the ministry…’ Cormac said and Hermione almost glared at him.

She had totally forgotten about that damn ball again. Ever since the war ended, a Yule Ball was hosted by the minister in Christmas’ night for the elite of the community in celebration of every year of freedom from all that was dark and evil. Hermione took her arm from Cormac’s arm and spoke as briskly as ever.

‘I’m sure Harry will be back within the next days and he will be greatly displeasured to learn that he won’t escort me to the ball, like in the past years… so thank you but no, I am not available.’ Hermione replied and felt like seething when the grin didn’t abandon McLaggen, his hand taking hers again.

‘Oh come on Hermione…. Potter might need more weeks to return… it would be a shame for someone like you to be alone in such an event… but with me… Christmas can be unforgettable… after all you owe me for that bad behavior of yours during Slughorn’s party…’ Cormac said sweetly, too sweetly, causing Hermione to take her hand away but this time point her finger at his face.

‘It was what, seven years ago? Will you ever get over it and yourself for that matter and leave me be? I owe you nothing.’ Hermione said but this time Cormac lost his grin and his temper and gripped her hand that was hoisted before her face in a painful grasp.

‘I don’t understand what you think you’ll achieve by trailing behind Potter like a pet… he obviously doesn’t want you the way you do and maybe you should move on with your life finally… and not waste yourself between the two losers… first Weasley… now Potter… you could do better than that only if you opened your eyes…’ Cormac said and Hermione was ready to draw her wand with her left hand as her right was trapped in his.

‘Is everything alright here?’ Neville’s voice interrupted the angry moment and Cormac let go of Hermione’s hand immediately and smiled casually at him.

‘Ah Longbottom… we’re just fine here… just sorting out some things…’ Cormac said with a dazzling smile but Neville’s eyes were on Hermione who only nodded pointedly.

‘Good… I was looking for you Hermione, I know it’s your break but could you please help me charm a couple of flower-pots to keep a specific temperature for a few tropical plants I have in the greenhouse?’ Neville asked and Hermione looked at him almost gratefully, she knew Neville very well and she knew when he was lying to help someone, he was always nervous when doing so.

‘Of course,’ she finally said, glared at McLaggen who smiled sweetly at her and finally moved with Neville to the opposite direction of the library. They moved down the corridors and finally reached the Entrance Hall. ‘Thank you very much, Neville…’ Hermione said to her friend who smiled and nodded casually.

‘It was nothing, did he hurt your hand?’ he asked and Hermione just shrugged and smiled.

‘I’ve been through greater pain than a petty man’s grasp…’ Hermione said and Neville smiled as he nodded his head, the two friends still moving to the greenhouses.

‘I’m not that worried about you… I’m worried about Harry’s reaction the moment he’s back and learns that McLaggen hurt you… even like that,’ Neville said and Hermione gave another smile, this time smaller as the subject she tried to take her mind off of was back. ‘Don’t worry, Hermione, I’m positive he’s fine… I know it’s a confidential mission but since he’s gone for so many days, it must be important but I’m telling you, he’s alright…’ Neville said and Hermione gave a shaky breath and nodded with a smile, she felt better as Neville patted her shoulder.

‘Thanks, Nev, again,’ Hermione said and Neville smiled as they entered the greenhouses.

The two spent the remainder of their break enchanting the pots for the plants and then it was time for lunch, since Harry had been away for so long Hermione had offered to take care of the seminars on his behalf, mostly making repeats of the already taught things as she didn’t want to take the children out of Harry’s style of teaching. After the lunch, she took Morgana by the hand and led her to the classroom that filled with the students assigned for the seminar, since they were seven years they weren’t as naughty and they all respected her very much so they sat quietly until Hermione could arrange her parchments and have Morgana to draw something with her muggle set of colors on a parchment so she could be quiet.

‘So, today we’ll have a small repeat on the Unforgivable Curses, I see here that Mr. Potter had given you extended work to study over the small evidence to recognize someone under the Imperious Curse and the actual how’s of the Cruciatus…’ Hermione started and looked at the students who nodded their heads.

‘Great, so… on what evidence we can relay as to indentify if someone is under the Imperious, while he’s cursed.’ Hermione asked and more than half of the students raised their hands, Hermione smiled satisfied, Harry was doing a great work and the majority of the students here had the backbone and brain to become good aurors in their time…

The seminar ended rather quickly as well and Hermione was impressed and in a better mood as Harry had been doing an amazing job indeed, his students were hers as well but it was great to see them so interested in something that could lead them to their profession as Aurors.

Morgana folded her drawing, gathered her colors with Hermione’s help and the two girls left the class, moved to the tower they had in their disposal and from there, flooed to Hermione’s flat again.

Miles away, Harry ducked behind a small wall and tried to avoid the rest of the beams of light as he kept his head down, the hair of the back of his head rising as he shivered because of the pain in his leg and ribs. He unleashed another spell of his own, trying to cover three members of his team who tried to reach him

‘Orders, Auror Potter, what do we do?’ Tomas Scott said, a man with black eyes and brown hair, his face too, all scratched and dirty after hours of dueling. Harry nodded and took a moment, trying to breathe and think of what to do as his opponent provoked him.

‘Come on Potter! Try harder, or I will have what I want and the Mudblood will be in my hands… I entered her house when you had been gone to find the Horcruxes, but I didn’t find her or the two pigs that brought her to life… it would have been a pleasure, but it’s never late… where is she now, at Hogwarts, at her little flat in London?...

‘She could go and join your Mudblood mother in the grave…’ Yaxley called out and Harry felt as if his entire body was set on fire because of his boiling blood. From the corner of his eye he saw another teammate of his, Jonathan Michelson trying to cover himself too but he wouldn’t make it. Harry knew it already, the moment Jonathan avoided for half an inch a deadly green spell, Harry knew what to do before his teammate was to be gone…

‘Auror Potter no!’ Scott called out as Harry shot up to his feet and pointed his wand at Yaxley...

‘Hermione, are you listening to me?!’ Morgana demanded probably for the third time and Hermione finally looked at the little girl, after minutes of being lost in her own little world of staring off to space.

‘Sorry yes,’ Hermione finally said tiredly as Morgana raised her drawing for her Godmother to see it. Hermione smiled weakly and nodded her head as Morgana moved to the couch and plopped next to Hermione’s lap, the woman took the girl fully on her lap and together they held the drawing. ‘Who are they?’ Hermione asked and Morgana smiled, pointing at the first person the girl had drawn with long blond hair.

‘Mummy, and this is me,’ Morgana said and pointed at a little person next to the first, ‘this is you of course,’ Morgana went on and showed the third person, with fluffy hair of brown and a huge smile, dressed in black robes of a teacher at Hogwarts. ‘And this is Harry,’ Morgana added and showed the fourth person, a guy this time with short black hair and small dots of black on the face for Harry’s unshaved look. Hermione frowned and showed the fifth person in the row, it had no hair or clothes on it yet. ‘And this one, is my daddy, but I don’t know how to draw him, I don’t know how he looks like…’ Morgana said seriously as she looked at Hermione after a moment. ‘Do you know how my daddy looks like, Hermione? Or what’s his name?’ Morgana asked and Hermione sighed and looked at the little girl as she stroked her hair.

‘I don’t know him sweetie, I’m sorry,’ Hermione said honestly and Morgana nodded her head and sighed.

‘But I have one, right? Like you do,’ Morgana said and Hermione sighed and nodded.

‘We all do,’ she said and the girl nodded but looked at Hermione again.

‘What about Harry’s dad, and mum?’ she asked and Hermione gave a sad smile.

‘Unfortunately, Harry’s mummy and daddy are dead, Morgana… they died when Harry was a baby…’ Morgana looked at Hermione with wide eyes as the brunette only caressed the girl’s back with a soft nod.

‘So my dad could be dead too?’ Morgana asked and Hermione felt the fear wrapping around her heart, she already had Harry and Teddy that would never see their fathers, she always hoped for Morgana to meet her own dad.

‘I don’t know my love, all I know is that if he’s dead, I’m sure he’s taking great care of you from up there, if he’s alive, he’s missing the part of being the dad of the best girl in the world.’ Hermione said and Morgana finally smiled and hugged her Godmother tightly. ‘You’re the best, most cunning and beautiful Goddaughter someone could ever ask for…’ Hermione said and Morgana grinned and kissed Hermione’s cheek.

‘Can we go and make diner? Since I’m the best, can I choose what we’ll cook?’ Morgana asked and Hermione chuckled and nodded smoothing the girl’s blond locks.

‘I have a better idea… why don’t you choose your favorite pizza? We could order one from that great Italian restaurant we visited last week…’ Hermione offered and laughed when the girl squealed and hugged Hermione again, tighter than before.

They had their dinner with Morgana drinking some orange juice too and Hermione helping herself with a glass of red wine and when they were done with their food, Hermione cleared up everything, rather carefully to make sure her mind was away from troubles. They put the drawing on Hermione’s fridge with a couple of little magnets holding it against the surface, prepared for bed and Hermione took the new book they had started for bedtime stories with all the known kinds of fairies. Being a Hogwarts professor had its perks as you could duplicate books from the library with a simple permission from Madame Pince...

Morgana was soon lulled to sleep and Hermione stopped reading, put the bookmark in the right page and closed the book, she sighed as she looked at the little girl sleeping and kissed her forehead gently. She exited the room and moved to her own chamber. She changed into her gown, put her wand at the nightstand and lingered there for a moment as by her magical instrument, there was a picture of hers, Harry and Ron’s from four years back. When they had all gone for a trip in the previous European Quidditch Cup held in France. The trio was smiling with Hermione in the middle and her arms around her best friends, Harry’s head was touching hers as they slightly bended close to each other while Ron was moving his hand, pointing his back then new haircut and posing rather stupidly for the picture.

‘Harry, where are you?’ Hermione whispered and sighed again, she finally lay on her bed and tried to relax, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.

She wasn’t sure for how long she remained there, with her eyes shut and her mind racing but she shot up from her bed the moment she heard the familiar roaring of a motorbike. She rushed to her window and gasped the moment she saw Harry parking his motorbike, the lights of the street could only outline his body but she knew his form so well there was no doubt it was him. She saw him approaching the building and rushed to the living room, he would use his keys anyway so she could only wait for him to move upstairs, she closed Morgana’s door and rushed to the front one, opening it for him, a few moments later she heard the elevator and soon he was moving inside her flat with a tired smile.

She fell in his arms like a madwoman and hugged him tightly, realizing his stiffening after her first wave of relief. She moved just a bit away and only then noticed the badly healed scratches, the bruises and the tired eyes, along that old frown he had between his eyes when some part of his body hurt nonstop.

‘You’re injured,’ Hermione said in a whisper and Harry gave a weak smile again as her eyes scanned him for something bigger than the little things she could see. ‘Oh my God, inside the bedroom, right now, I’ll bring the kit, move,’ Hermione ordered and this time Harry chuckled. All the while he hadn’t spoken as he was just drinking in her presence after so long. Yaxley and his threats had worked their way to make him feel that old fear of losing her again.

‘It’s good to be back to you,’ he only said but his voice wasn’t only tired and a bit broken from exhaustion, it was also deep and honest, and Hermione could keep her ordering mode only for one moment before she could hug him again and kiss his scratched neck, cheek and then his lips, having that liberty as one more benefit.

‘I missed you so much… the waiting almost killed me,’ she whispered and Harry smiled and hugged her tighter, his hands touching her carves. ‘No, no, first you’ll get a proper healing, so go to bed right now, undress and I’ll be there in a moment.’ Hermione said again and Harry didn’t dare to ignore the second time her commands.

‘Morgana?’ he only asked and she smiled.

‘She’s fast asleep,’ Hermione said and he only nodded as she showed him the way while she rushed to the kitchen.

He could only smile in relief as he reached the bedroom, got inside, undressed as he was commanded to and collapsed on the bed in his underwear, the healers had taken some care of his most serious injuries but his ribs still burnt, like his chest, his side and his hip, damn he was still in pain and the lack of sleep along the spells he had been attacked with now were taking their toll on him. He could only sigh in relief as now he was in good hands.

Hermione returned with a tray full of stuff but Harry could only look at the three pieces of pizza in a plate. She smiled and offered him the plate with the food as he sat up on the bed with effort and smiled gratefully. She started pouring small doses of liquids from various vials in a bowl with hot water, she then opened a small box that had something like a cream inside. She took her wand and then looked at his body, her eyes widened slightly at the extend of the bruises, burns, and scratches around his toned body, some of them would leave small scars.

‘What happened to you? Did you capture him? If I knew you’d be back I would have ordered a larger pizza, I can cook something too if you feel more hungry.’ Hermione said and Harry shook his head with a reassuring smile, he had already ate the first piece and was on the second.

‘We didn’t capture him…’ Harry said and Hermione didn’t stop her work on his smaller injures first as she sighed. ‘He injured heavily three of my men with an explosive curse, he tried to Crucio me and Scott, one of my men, lost two fingers and some of his sight from the left eye from the same explosion…’ Harry said and his voice was dripping with responsibility and regret. ‘And he escaped…’ he added with venom this time and Hermione nodded her head. She was done with the small injuries, already healing and then she turned her attention in the big part of his damaged skin on his chest, side and ribs, his hip wasn’t so bad.

‘What kind of spell was that? Burning or breaking?’ Hermione asked and Harry sighed as she touched him lightly there and he frowned and hissed in pain. ‘Sorry,’ she whispered and took her hands away.

‘It was a melting one, you know like the flagrate… only stronger, he tried to mark me in some way,’ Harry said and Hermione sighed and nodded.

‘The healers did what they could so I can only stop the pain and keep it clean and you’ll have to make sure you won’t scratch it when it start to ache.’ Hermione said and Harry nodded his head. She started spreading the cream and it felt cold against his still burning skin. Harry sighed as he finished the pizza and let the plate down, he drank from a bottle of water she had brought while Hermione worked on his skin in the dark bedroom, the lights from the street and the moon the only light around them.

‘You didn’t hide yourself or something? It looks like he had a clear shot of you to actually hit all this parts of your body…’ Hermione observed and Harry sighed.

‘I was hiding but I attacked a bit too quickly.’ Harry said and Hermione looked at him with serious eyes.

‘You know when to attack better than anyone… why you acted without thinking?’ she asked, translating his words to the actual truth. He looked at her with the same serious eyes and decided against telling her about what Yaxley had said for her and her parents. No, there was no reason to worry her over all this, her flat was a true shelter with all the wards and Hogwarts was just unapproachable… and he was there, she was safe.

‘Instinct…’ he finally said, only half-lying and Hermione sighed and nodded her head, maybe it was better not to ask more right now. He felt better as the cream and potion took over his wounds and he sighed in contentment as the pain was almost gone, she soon cleaned up his body, potions needed mare minutes to take effect and didn’t have to stay on the skin for more so she brushed away all the material with a towel.

She gathered all the stuff back in the tray and was ready to take them back to the kitchen but Harry’s hand stopped her, wrapping around her own. ‘I missed you…’ he whispered and Hermione knew how they would make up for the lost time. She let the tray on the floor by the bed as it was too big for the nightstand and kissed Harry on the lips in a desperate try for her to finally make sure he was back. She had been silent for the past minutes, trying to do her best to sooth his pain but now that he was alright, able to move without flitching, he was all hers.

They were soon wrapped in each other’s arms, Harry sat on the bed with Hermione straddling his lap, her hands touching his face and shoulders while his own got lost in her mane, her back and her thighs, they were almost moving back and forth in their hug as they attacked each other’s mouths and bodies in a fight of domination. Breathing through their noses as they refused to break the scalding kiss, their hands roaming on each other, pulling at hair, grasping, cupping and pinching, their mouths licking, nipping and biting on their lips.

‘I missed you so much…’ she whispered, for a moment the dream she had the previous night with some confessions of her dream self and Dream-Harry came in mind but she pushed it away, she could be as honest as she could get, she had missed him indeed… she couldn’t say more.

He was soon lifting her gown from her body to reveal her bare breasts and knickers. His mouth attacked her breasts as his hands caressed her thighs and her hips, cupping her bottom and pulling her even closer as she hugged his shoulders and massaged his head.

‘Hermione…’ Harry whispered with his lips against her sensitive skin, he moved his lips slightly higher and kissed with care and passion the scar Dolohov had left on her skin, reminding of him why he had to capture Yaxley the soonest.

In her turn, she held his neck with her hands, gently kissing his own scar on his forehead, one of the few she had discovered in the past months, the most famous, the most cursed, and he closed his eyes in alleviation. In his previous missions he always returned with the craving of a woman’s body. But in that mission, the only thing he could have thought of was returning to Hermione, not just her body, no, her smile as well, her warm eyes, her voice, her hair, the feel of her hand on his skin, the feel of her breath close to him, he had craved her, Hermione, his friend, his lover, his healer, his advisor, his backbone, his controller, his everything.

‘Let me pleasure you,’ she whispered and Harry could only moan as she left his arms and allowed him to lay a little more on his back, now supporting himself on the pillows. She moved down his body and they removed his boxers together. Kissing his toned stomach, she followed the small hairline from his navel downwards and soon she was taking him in her mouth, making sure she did exactly what he liked. Harry could only throw his head back and moan her name as she kept her movements, her hands joining in the act too, his own hands grasping at the sheets and holding gently at her hair to give her the right rhythm that he enjoyed. He knew the end would be near if he allowed her to keep up so he stopped her by tugging at her hair carefully after awhile.

‘Please…’ he rasped and Hermione understood, took off her own knickers and moved back on his lap, their arms wrapping around each other. ‘I need to be inside you,’ he whispered and Hermione gave him a small grin and nodded, knowing she had the control.

Harry helped her on his body and she held on to his shoulder while he grasped at her hips, they achieved quickly a rhythm and their bodies met thrust for thrust as Hermione moved up and down, all the while gazing in Harry’s eyes like he did. He wrapped his arms around her and moved them both lower, now with his back on the mattress and Hermione on him, he helped her start moving again and kept thrusting as their sweaty bodies danced together.

They held hands tightly, keeping Hermione moving and holding each other’s hand even then… during their lovemaking… because this was lovemaking again and this time, they did their best not to deny it, after all, their eyes were speaking the truth.

Hermione threw her head back and moved faster, moaning as Harry moved upwards too and captured one nipple in his mouth, causing her entire body to shake and her arms to wrap around his shoulders again as she felt herself nearing the end, from this position their pubic areas rubbing against each other deliciously.

‘Harry…’ Hermione whispered and he sucked at her nipple before he could bite on it once again, it was enough for her orgasm to wash over Hermione, her body convulsing and shaking as she cried out his name, he followed soon after, relieved that he pleasured her and finally free to climax inside her warm and soft body after so long away from her.

He was soon collapsing on his back with Hermione spread on his front, she tried to move, thinking she was pressing his injured body but he held her there, covering him, “protecting” him so he only summoned the covers and had them above the both of them as they fell in a comfortable silence.

‘I’m so glad you’re back, I can finally sleep now,’ Hermione whispered as tiredly as Harry was… he looked at her, he had seen the black circles under her eyes the moment he had entered her flat but only now he noticed that even in her orgasm glow, she looked pale and more tired than he had seen her in years.

‘You weren’t sleeping because of me?’ Harry asked softly and Hermione shrugged but nodded her head.

‘I had nightmares about you… that’s no news of course, my nightmares either concern your life or my torture… but I had gotten rid of them ever since the end of summer… and they returned while you were away. I guess sleeping with someone helps a lot.’ Hermione said, she avoided saying “you” instead of “someone” and she sighed after that, she was already confessing too much and they were supposed not to have post sex talk, when people are vulnerable, they have their most honest conversations.

FRIEND CARD Harry’s mind screamed but he ignored the voice and touched the scar on her hand, a scar she usually camouflaged with a spell but always broke before sleep so her skin could “breath” without spells on it.

Mudblood he sighed as he traced his finger on the lines of the letters…

‘Usually my nightmares have the same content…’ Harry said softly and his hands finally moved to her hair, caressing the locks tenderly.

‘Nightmares about your life?’ Hermione asked softly.

‘Nightmares about your tortures… your screams… the thudding sounds of your body hitting the floor as you fought the pain…’ Harry whispered and Hermione could see his eyes clouding, darkening at the memory, she knew the feeling of despair these memories gave, she had felt the same when she saw his body thrown on Voldemort’s feet right before the final battle… the feeling of hope lost, the feeling of being utterly alone even if the rest of the planet was to live…

‘I don’t remember seeing you having a nightmare in a long time.’ Hermione finally commented lightly and this time Harry smiled and moved his caressing hand on her face, tracing the line of her nose and finally touching ever so lightly her gentle lips.

‘They stopped, ever since we started this…’ Harry said and for a moment their mouths fell silent again, their eyes communicating, they could detect the fear, the worry, the daring, the hope, the need… the love… but the fear was greater, the denial was still there so they would keep up playing this game for the time being

They remained in the hug and soon the short hours until the morning arrived and Hermione’s clock woke them both up with groans but small smiles on their faces. They were in each other’s arms and they had enjoyed a dreamless sleep, even if it had been shorter than their normal sleep, it had been so comforting and relaxing.

‘I must go to the ministry for the mission’s report and the next plans…’ Harry said sleepily and Hermione nodded as sleepily and kissed his chest softly, with her sleepy eyes making sure his skin was in better shape. His hands ran up and down her body, touching all the carves he loved and she almost purred like a cat against him. Harry finally held her head gently from the nape of her neck and kissed her lips in a drugging kiss, having her responding and hugging him to her as her hair fell in waves on him keeping him warm and safe, her lips enchanting him like a siren would do, her skin as soft as a rose’s petal, her lips the sweetest thing he had tasted.

‘You have lessons today?’ Harry asked when the long kiss was broken.

‘It’s Saturday…’ Hermione replied and Harry smiled.

‘Then I’ll go for the meeting and when I’m back, I’m taking you and Morgana for lunch, how that sounds?’ Harry asked and Hermione smiled and nodded her head.

‘Sounds great…’ Hermione finally said and they shared one more kiss before they could move away from the bed.

Hermione made coffee while Morgana was still asleep and the two enjoyed it in semi silence as Harry changed in clothes he had in Hermione’s house and after stealing another kiss from her lips. He flooed to the ministry.

In Saturdays the ministry didn’t have a lot of people and it was still too early so he rushed to the floor of the Security Department and the Auror office. As he predicted, he was the first to arrive so he sat down and arranged the papers he had to give in filled with information. It wasn’t more than thirty minutes later when a knock was taking him out of his reports, he answered absentmindedly for the person to come in and he didn’t look up as he gestured for them to take a seat.

‘Hello Harry…’ the voice made him jerk his head at the voice’s direction, he sighed the moment he came in eye contact with the woman before him.

‘Ginny… what are you doing here?’ he asked stony before the huge smile Ginny had plastered on her face to greet him…
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