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Be Careful of What you Wish for...	By : Christina_Potter_09 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 21247 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 7 – Minister Potter

I woke up with a startle the next day, spooned by Harry whose warm, topless form was pressing against mine, since I jerked he woke up as well and soon a kiss was planted on my neck.

We remained in silence, and I valued the moment as I expected the nausea to hit by the moment. I closed my eyes and inhaled by my nose, this would be a full day, I had to deal with Umbridge’s trial. I had researched everything about it, all her files, the previous evening – a perfect excuse of mine not to respond to Harry’s wants for his wife as this was entirely something different I didn’t even have the time to freak out about-, I was shocked to find out how many people she had doomed to a fate worse than the one of death, the dementor kiss.

People like me, Muggle-borns, people as magical as all the others. In the past, after the war ended we had learnt about her crimes, but a lot of things had been kept hidden to save the public image of the ministry that dared to accept back such a woman in those dark times, but when you’re the minister, you learn everything, in magically sealed files that would be back in the department of Mysteries as soon as I didn’t need them anymore.

Something had woken me, I wasn’t sure if it was just the day that waited for me, the haunting faces of the victims in the folders of Umbridge’s case or the fact that I would soon have to face Ron as well, while for me, four days ago I had screamed in his face that I wanted to be over with him, that I WAS over with him, now I would face him as the mother of three children of Harry’s, his wife and Ron was obviously away from us.

I was still unsure on what to say, I just needed to know and both Luna and Ginny were away for now, I couldn’t ask someone else. I knew Luna had sent me at this time for a reason, and I could see why, she wanted me to see what I would gain and what I would lose if I made certain choices.

‘You need to relax,’ I heard Harry’s whisper in my ear, snapping me out of my thoughts, I realized I had went almost rigid, I finally exhaled, more air than I thought my lungs had trapped in and I felt Harry’s hand massaging my back, my waist, kissing my shoulder and then his hand moving on the front, caressing my belly and allowing his hand to linger there above my gown.

I turned around in his arms and now his hand was resting on my lower back as our bodies touched with each other, in the past twenty four hours of Harry being back, I was feeling comfortable with him, in his company, as my husband, but I knew that soon, I would have to get intimate with him and that made my stomach kick in anxiety and worry. I had no idea of the knowledge a wife has over her husband, and I had made love with Harry only in my dreams, which didn’t make a lot of practice as in my timeline, we hadn’t even kissed on the lips.

I knew I should trust him, I knew I wanted him, dear Morgana, I desired him but my fears kept me back the previous day and would probably keep me away that afternoon too, I was so worried over so many things, having to worry about being with my husband was a burden I never expected to have.

The nausea finally hit me once again and I rushed to the bathroom, the sudden feel of loss from Harry’s arms the only thing that monopolized me until I vomited.

A little shaky and silent, I got ready for the ministry while Harry took the children to my mother and returned. Together we left for the ministry through the floo network.

The moment we exited the floo, at least forty reporters and photographers stormed around us, started taking pictures and asking questions that I couldn’t even understand as they were all thrown at me at once. Harry moved forward, making way for both us as he held my hand, some questions involved Ron’s name and the time I and Harry haven’t seen him but I only repeated “no comment” calmly even if inside, my heart was racing. This was it, I had to prove myself as the minister of Magic.

We moved down to the level we had to reach and Lorelei was waiting for us in her best clothes and the most strict face I had seen her using, she looked as if ready to kill.

‘The journalists will have access to the level of the court, they will be waiting for comments and announces right after the end or the pause of the trial.

‘There will be no pause, I am not giving her the chance to drag this over the week in the newspapers, the trial will last all day long if needed, but the decision will be made today.’ I said through clenched teeth and Lorelei nodded as Harry snaked an arm around my waist. I sighed as we entered the office briefly, only for Lorelei to take more things I would need during the trial, the house elf gave me a potion while in the safety of the office.

‘So you won’t feel dizzy during the court, you’re going to encounter a lot of pressure today, we have the testimony of at least thirty people and almost as many to give their own in person, it will be a long day.’ Lorelei told me and I smiled faintly and opened the potion, gulped it down and screwed my eyes at the way too sweet taste of it.

‘Thank you, Lorelei, you’re a great friend,’ Harry said to the elf and I nodded with a smile after the taste of the potion died on my tongue. We moved out of the office, to the elevators and from there, to the level of the court and department of Mysteries.

There were a lot of people in the corridor, at least half of the Wizengamot were still out of the court room, away from the group of witnesses that of course couldn’t talk to the elder wizards until the trial was over, they all looked at the elevator door and bowed with respect, to my surprise, as I, Harry and Lorelei entered, murmuring “Minister Potter” and “Mr. Potter” as we moved forward, from the corner of my eye, I got a glimpse of ginger hair but I didn’t dare glance at the direction, my heart kicking uncomfortably in instinct.

I felt Harry’s hand on my elbow, I had probably slowed down my pace, we moved forward, with Lorelei glaring daggers at everyone like a boss and we reached the door, an auror opened it for us and spoke briefly but at ease to both Harry and I, we probably knew the guy.

‘Good luck, everything will be alright, I love you,’ Harry murmured to me as more people of the Wizengamot passed us to get to their seats and I nodded my head as he leaned and gave me a kiss on the corner of my mouth. I smiled at him, sighed and moved inside, straightening my back and looking around both in anxiety and the superiority a minister should have and I had no idea I possessed…

I knew, one wrong step and that bloody witch could escape imprisonment, through her file, I had seen she had chosen McNair’s cousin for her lawyer, Marcus McNair was one of the best lawyer on magical affairs and had rose after the war and during the Death Eater’s trials, when he almost made it to prove innocent a lot of people under his tricks and that minister’s lack of political force. But I also knew, if I played my cards properly, I could even condemn that woman in a worse fate than imprisonment for life, there were still exclusions on the penalty of the Dementor’s Kiss and I wanted to give her a taste of her own medicine, for the people that had the bad fortune to be captured and condemned with not a fair trial for something as ridiculous as if they were magical or not…

I took my seat in the Minister’s spot and the Wizengamot was around me in their own seats, Lorelei was right next to me and Harry took his own seat right before the high spot of mine, he was obviously one of the members as well. I felt a wave of sudden calmness wash over me, he was there, he turned around to look at me, gave me a small smile and a tiny nod that I replied in the same fashion and then he turned around again and gazed around him. Close to him, there were two journalists with pens and notebooks in their hands, ready to write, they had permeation and that made me feel awkward, they would notice everything, they would write about everyone’s reactions, my reactions upon certain moments, due to the fact of Ron being there.

After all the Wizengamot members had taken their seats and there was no way for them to interact with any of the witnesses, one by one, the people who were summoned to give their testimony got inside the room. I saw Malfoy getting in, by his arm, Astoria Greengrass was moving inside, so the ring around his finger meant the marriage to one of the Greengrass daughters, until he didn’t choose a former Death Eater. I sighed in relief as he didn’t even glance at me or Harry. My heart kicked uncomfortably however as I saw first Arthur and Molly, hand in hand entering the room and looking anywhere else than the minister’s spot and at Harry’s place, Fleur and Bill followed and they actually glanced and smiled at me and Harry, I wasn’t even sure at how I replied their small gesture of acknowledge as my eyes were glued behind them. After George and Percy –George actually waved at us while Percy looked all worried and annoyed, his views on purebloods, half-bloods and muggle-borns were more or less known, Ron followed and I felt myself gasping.

It wasn’t the fact of his changed style, in expensive clothes, his hair slacked on one side and his sober face, it was his eyes that made me gasp, cold, expressionless and pinned on anyone else but me and Harry. The man who was supposed to be our best friend now moved inside the court room with almost a frown on his face and cold gaze falling upon other people and not us, and I wasn’t sure I wanted him looking at me and Harry that way. I knew Harry glanced at me for a moment but my eyes were still glued on Ron, both hoping and dreading for a glance of his towards me or Harry.

Everyone was finally seated around the place and I had to start my job. I raised and looked around. I waved at the Aurors guarding a door and they opened it with not a second thought.

Through it, Umbridge showed up and I stuck my eyes on her obvious change over the years. She had already changed physically from what I remembered, for the worst as her once mousy brown hair now were white, her face was full of wrinkles and she could have even got shorter by some bone illness possibly. Her eyes were the most different thing on her, they looked both dead and vicious, ruthless, as if all her evilness were gathered in those two orbs of brown since the rest of her form had failed her. Yet, she moved inside the room with a wave of superiority that made me clench my teeth, she looked around the room with a silent glare and her eyes finally rested first on Harry, for a moment, and then on me and remained there, our gazes locked and we glared daggers at each other.

Harry had seen my file, among his and other people’s as her target, some crossed out, some not, now it was time for me to cross out her case and I would do it with all my powers. She moved to the center of the room and sat on the seat there, as if she had gotten to her throne while her lawyer snaked close, both of them looking at me with dark eyes.

‘The minute-book may start. Dolores Jane Umbridge, you are here today, before the High Court and the Wizengamot of the British Ministry of Magic for the appeal you have lodged concerning your sentence of imprisonment for life in Azkaban prison. You do realize that your sentence can change both for better or worse?’ I started with the formalities and she nodded.

‘I do,’ she only said to me and I kept up.

‘You have been sentenced in 1999 for crimes against the community, improper ways of punishment and discipline that included torture, on underage wizards and witches during your work in Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, the attempt of using the Cruciatus Curse on Mr. Harry Potter in 1995 and the condemnation to the Dementor Kiss on three hundred thirty nine muggle-born witches and wizards and fifty seven half-bloods during the period of May 1997 to April 1998.’ I read out loud her crimes as if they were simple facts, she had doomed almost four hundred people into a worse fate than death, she was worse than a serial killer and she had the nerve to lodge an appeal. I took a deep breath before I could continue, apart the scribing of the pens and the sound of the typewriter for the minute-book, the room was in silence.

‘You are here today, among the Wizengamot and myself, the minister as to change your sentence, you have fifteen minutes to present your side, then the testimonies of the absent witnesses will be read out loud, the present witnesses will testify for your case, each of them will have five minutes to testify and then will be asked questions by me and the lawyer you have chosen for more results to be given. At the end, the Wizengamot will pause the trial for the final decision to be taken, while the witnesses and you will be out of the courtroom. The trial may need more than one session to end.’ I went on and she waited almost at the edge of her seat.

‘You may start,’ I finally gave her permeation and she stood up and looked around the courtroom, suddenly that old, sinister smile of hers was back on her face and I felt as terrified as I had felt when she had raised her wand towards Harry, ready to curse him with one of the Unforgivables.

‘First of all, since I do not accept Muggle-borns as wizarding beings, I do not recognize Hermione Jane Granger Potter as the minister of Magic,’ Umbridge started and that raised a commotion from all around the room, only few remained calmed, myself, Lorelei, Harry, Ron and Bill included, even Molly and Arthur were on their feet, screaming and accusingly pointing their fingers at Umbridge like the rest of the room.

I started hitting the small hummer against the base, requiring silence, I didn’t expect anything less, she was judged by a muggle-born for her crimes against my kind, of course she would be like that. ‘SILENCE!’ I shouted and at least half of the people calmed down while the others at least reduced the volume of their voices until they too, calmed down. ‘Go on,’ I commanded her and she did so.

‘Therefore, I do not accept the unfair judgment of a muggle-born against what I have done by the ministry’s authority at a time of crisis for the Wizarding Kind as Mrs. Potter here can easily take my judgment personally.’ Umbridge went on and this time I interfered before anyone could speak.

‘The judging for the dooming of almost four hundred people on the dementor kiss will be fairly, like a pureblood or half-blood would do before a serial killer, I assure you that you will be judged fairly.’ I retorted and many people cheered for me and nodded their heads in agreement.

‘My actions were allowed and dare I say totally accepted and approved by the ministry itself,’ Umbridge started but this time she was interrupted.

‘A MINISTRY UNDER VOLDEMORT’S POWER!’ Harry’s scream made everyone gasp, obviously, even after all those years, the name of that madman still scared the community.

‘Silence…’ I said way more softly than the first time as I looked at Harry who was glaring daggers at Umbridge.

‘As I was saying…’ Umbridge went on sickening sweetly as she looked at Harry as if he was fifteen again, ‘My actions have been approved by the ministry, when the community required different things, I was judged by a court in 1999, when the winners of the Second Magical War needed to prove how cruel they can be against the fallen ones, I consider myself a fallen one who tried to make a difference in the world, and even today, I fear for my life, lodging an appeal in a court led by a Muggleborn whose criminal record is not as clean as she would like to admit, with the intruding in Gringorts and Lestrange vault, her escape from the bank, her intruding in the Department of Mysteries of this very ministry and other crimes more or less serious.

‘Crimes as if being of muggle parents? We’re not here to judge Minister Potter, her so called “crimes” saved the community from eternal darkness!’ someone screamed from the audience and to my greatest joy, I recognized Neville’s voice.

Umbridge was trying to play the martyr, using the change in the policy of each ministry era in her advantage, she hoped either to be sentenced the same or with indulgence, I wasn’t going to let her pull that, almost four hundred people were literally soulless because of her, Harry had been tortured thanks to her eagerness to taught him a lesson, if I had fallen in her hands, a dementor would have sucked the life out of me.

The rest of the process took hours, some of the last witnesses were the Weasleys, I waited patiently for all of them to give their testimony, asked them only few things each. Ron’s time arrived and I sat straight on my chair as he took his seat and started talking about what he knew of Umbridge’s crimes, he talked about the time she was ready to curse Harry, and our escape from the ministry later on.

‘Mr. Weasley, do you believe that Madame Umbridge would try to harm you if she could capture you?’ I only asked as I looked down at him from my spot, in all his time on that seat, he hadn’t moved his eyes from Umbridge, not a single glance elsewhere.

‘I am positive, if she could, she would have hurt me and my family,’ Ron answered and I nodded my head with a small sigh, again he didn’t even look at me or Harry.

‘Thank you, you may return to your seat,’ I said formally and he did as told without a word.

Soon the witnesses were done giving their testimonies, most of them had confirmed the cruelty of this woman’s actions, even if her lawyer’s tricky questions had tried to confuse them. I sighed as I gave her the right to have her final words before the Wizengamot could take a decision, I knew, some of the people in Wizengamot were actually pro her, there would always be people with narrow minded believes and hopes for “magic is might”…

‘Once, I was in a position of power, and I was asked by the minister to act as it was needed, I did what I believed was right at the time, the Wizarding world has been falling for the past years, pureblood families have been forced to close around each other as to salvage the blood status that once was imperial, they are accused of their believes when they only protect the kind.

‘I did what I believed was right, for at least some of the fruits of fallen unions and errors of witchcraft made our community flounder. So I ask you not to judge me as a person who doomed others, but as a person who tried to save a kind of people so rare that is about to be depleted by the modern unions of purebloods with people of smaller importance.’ Umbridge said and I felt my heart kicking as at the end of her words she glanced at Harry and then me. Harry’s paternal side was pureblood, Lily, like me was muggle-born and Umbridge’s glare seemed as a personal judging for who James and later on Harry had chosen to have for wives. I saw my husband clenching his jaw and glaring at her but I had to take the lead, even if I wished I could just wrap my hand around his and whisper it was alright.

‘Is that all?’ I asked formally and she nodded, not sparing me a word when I had to talk to her openly. ‘Very well, I will ask for the vote, if the result is on your behalf, the jury will decide on your new sentence, the same stands if the result is opposed to you.’

‘Those in favor of conviction,’ I stated while I raised my hand, followed by most of the members of the Wizengamot. I wanted almost to smile as I saw her counting them internally, her lawyer had indeed tried his best, it obviously didn’t work.

‘Those in favor of reconsidering the present sentence and possible clearing of accuse of all charges.’ I stated in the same tone as I lowered my hand and only few were raised, not even a tenth of the whole.

‘In favor of conviction, Dolores Jane Umbridge, your final sentence will be decided upon shortly. The witnesses and the accused may evacuate the room temporarily.’ I added with a strong voice and she looked around with both feared and annoyed eyes. She protested, but the Aurors took her away anyway.

‘By dooming more and more purebloods you’re dooming the future of the community!’ she screamed again and again before the door behind her was closed. I sighed and waited for the witnesses as well to be out. When only the Wizengamot members were in, I spoke.

‘We have only two more choices for Madame Umbridge’s sentence. The sentence to death, and the penalty of the Dementor Kiss…’ I started. ‘Those in favor of the sentence to death…’ I required to know and only few raised their hands. ‘Those in favor of the Dementor Kiss penalty,’ I asked and most of the members raised their hands, Harry and myself included. ‘Very well,’ I said finally and waved for the witnesses first to re-enter the room. They did so and then I waved for Umbridge to be brought once more.

She walked back in the court, this time slightly more composed and remained standing before me, I raised too and spoke the words I knew would rejoice the greater part of the Wizarding community.

‘Dolores Jane Umbridge, you have lodged an appeal in the Highest Court and you have been judged by the Wizengamot of the British Ministry of Magic for the crimes you have committed in the past, you have been found guilty once again and the Wizengamot decided upon your sentence to be changed from imprisonment to Azkaban for life to the Dementor Kiss. The decision if final and to be materialized in seven days’ time, until then you are to remain prisoner in Azkaban.’ I announced with a steady voice and gave the signal of the end of the trial with a wave while everyone around the room started cheering. Umbridge was screaming things at me as I turned and looked at Harry’s smiling face but none could hear her as everyone was cheering for the decision that had been made.

I checked my wrist watch and realized that it had been more than nine hours the trial had lasted, only then I felt my entire body complaining after so long seated on the chair and my stomach growled and hurt for the lack of food it was suffering.

Harry took my hand and we moved close to the exit, many congratulated us as Umbridge was led through the door she had entered before, we thanked everyone and Harry turned and kissed my cheek.

‘Great job,’ he whispered proudly and I smiled and thanked him. With the corner of my eye, I saw Ron finally looking at us, this was my chance on learning what was on.

‘I’ll go for the announcements and comments, you should return to the office and let the files there.’ Harry told me as he hadn’t noticed, I was grateful, I didn’t have to make up an excuse for him to go first. I nodded and kissed his lips once again. He left and I made sure Lorelei took the files to my office. I approached Ron as the courtroom was finally getting empty.

‘Ron… can we speak?’ I asked hesitantly and he turned and looked at me, he was ready to move outside but I caught him. There were reporters close by but I didn’t care.

‘Ah… Minister Potter,’ he acknowledged my presence with a hard voice, as if my position and name were an insult, I gulped down and tried to remain calm. I needed answers and I was in dangerous waters obviously. ‘What can I do for you and your husband?’ he asked in the same tone and I sighed and tried almost in instinct by now, to make him see some sense.

‘Ron… please,’ I tried but he seemed to get only angrier.

‘Please what, Hermione?’ he asked me in an rasped whisper as he approached me, he was unshaved and the extra ginger hairs on his face made him look more rogue, more angry. ‘What can you possibly want from me now? He took it all, the war, the victory, the glory, the girl, the bunch of friends we had true to us, the family he SO wanted… now what? He wants me back too?’ Ron asked furiously and I looked at him in shock, was this all about who took the lion’s share, if there was any, after the war?

‘And you did well, dare I say… you broke up with the loser bloke that followed Harry Potter and you got with him, it really worked for you, the youngest minister of magic, one of the greatest, well done, you have your own statues around the Wizarding Britain, next to the golden statue of the Mighty Savor!’ Ron added and I could see it, clearly, screaming in my face, jealousy, all the insecurities, all the complexes he had now spread before me, it was to accept this was Ron, never changed. Once he had believed that Dumbledore gave him the deluminator as to return, obviously a wasted gift as he would always be away.

‘Nothing has changed,’ I murmured mostly to myself but that made him even angrier and he closed the gap between us and gripped by elbow in his strong hand, I gasped at the bruising grip.

‘You took what you wanted, you’re the savors of the world, while I rotted behind, like always, and you didn’t care, not when he got in the auror academy and I failed by mare points, not when you decided to be together and I was the last to learn about it. Yet, you took it all, the awe and the sympathy from the community, the love of the people, the family you so desperately wanted in the line between the muggle and the Wizarding world, a line you both knew I could never adjust in. Now leave me be!’ his voice was exactly the same he had used back in that tent, when he had showed his true colours, when I had drawn the line, literally with the Protego that had separated him from me and Harry.

I was sure some flashes hit us both but I didn’t pay attention as I looked deep into his eyes, I couldn’t see the friend I once had, the boyfriend I had tried to have, persuaded that I was in love with. I only saw the person who had abandoned his friend at age of fourteen because of his low self-esteem, the boy I tried to help get a Quidditch position in the Gryffindor team, I had believed in Ron, he never believed in himself or me, and that led us to the banes we had suffered. I had tried to believe it wasn’t just the attention he gave me. I had tried to make myself believe that I had been in love with him back then, but I couldn’t fool myself.

As I stared into his eyes, I saw the man who abandoned me, his supposed loved one and Harry, his best friend, his brother, the man who decided to put himself and his issues above the people he was supposed to be closer to than anyone else. I stared in the same eyes that had looked with so much hatred back then at me and Harry, the same eyes that had glared at me, four days ago, when he was screaming that I had no right to move away when I belonged in England, by his side and I realized, that people do not change, no matter how much you want them to.

‘You’re hurting me, let my hand now,’ I whispered with a furious voice.

He jerked my hand away, like he had done in the tent when I had tried to take off the Horcrux from his neck, the object that had defied his true colors. I remained frozen as he slipped out of the courtroom and I took a huge breath to will myself not to cry as I wanted to, it was hard to accept it: Ron hadn’t changed and my choices had only made him worse.

I moved out of the courtroom and a huge audience of people was waiting, I soon felt Harry’s hand slipping into mine and I forced myself to make some statements and comments. He rescued me from the corridor full of people, again they congratulated me, Bill, Fleur and George waved goodbye, promising to drop by soon, not caring about Ron, Molly and Arthur who were already moving away without a second glance. I was soon led by Harry upstairs, taking using the floo and returning home.

I felt numb, moving to the kitchen and preparing a quick dinner as Harry brought the children. Both Harry and I were consumed with the children as they hadn’t seen us all day. Both Lily and James were the most joyous children a mother could ask for, so carefree with their parents, while they stood for one of the things Ron hated us about.

We sat around the table, James on Harry’s lap while Lily, as a big girl, took her own seat before us. We started our food and I was mostly silent, thinking again and again all the things that had happened from the moment the day started and what Ron had told me.

‘Daddy, can I ask you something?’ Lily asked and Harry and I looked at her expectantly. ‘Nana was saying that our house is beautiful but away from London, why we live here?’ she asked and I smiled faintly as Harry grinned broadly.

‘Well, sweetheart, your nana and grandpa had brought mommy in the forest for a camping trip, when she was a little girl, and ever since, she loved the place, so in the past, years before we got together, your mom had kind of proposed to me… to stay in the forest and grow old… years later, I accepted.’ Harry said with a teasing grin as he glanced at me, I chuckled and shook my head, Lily looked at me in awe.

‘You proposed to daddy? That’s so girl power, mommy,’ Lily said and I laughed this time, for the first time in the entire day. I nodded my head but Harry spoke again.

‘Well she proposed first, she knew later on, that I wanted to marry her but she wouldn’t just let it go, so I had to actually propose as well… your mom always pushed me to say things out loud. So I proposed too… like three years after her first proposal…’ Harry said and the light in his eyes never faded. Lily cheered for me and raised her hand so we could hi-5, I did so with her little hand colliding with mine above the table and we all laughed. My heart felt warmer as I laughed over something silly with my family, the price I and Harry had to pay was great, he was supposed to be our best friend, yet, what we gained was even greater.

We put the kids to bed and retired as well, Harry wrapped his arms around me and kissed my ear, I went rigid but tried to relax as he spoke close to my ear while we stood in our bedroom.

‘Care to have a shower with me?’ he asked and I gasped as his hand moved up from around my belly and touched my breast without hesitation, I felt my breathing quickening and my heart racing, this was a full day, having to get intimate with Harry was too much for my already exhausted body and mind.

‘Uhm… actually, I am very tired, sweetie, why don’t you go and I’ll check on the kids and if I am fast enough, join you,’ I said as calmed as I could master and he nodded and kissed my neck once again, the moment he shut the door behind him I rushed to the wardrobe, changed into my gown and even if I would love a shower to take the tiredness away I couldn’t do that. The trial, half of the Weasleys and Ron above all not talking to us had filled my mind, having to deal with a horny naked Harry had to wait.

I rushed back to the kids, made sure they sleep and then returned in the bedroom, I laid on my side of the bed and closed my eyes quickly. Soon the shower was stopped and I relaxed myself to pretend to be asleep, he knew me so well, he could easily understand. I heard him moving out of the bathroom while I had my back at him. He moved silently to the wardrobe, changed as well and moved to the bed. I heard him pausing for a moment, then a sigh and then he gave me a kiss on the neck and one more on my hair as he laid behind me and draped his arm around my waist above the covers.

I sighed, as if in my sleep, but actually in relief as once again, I had avoided having sex with the man I wanted more than anything else…
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