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Best Friends with Benefits	By : Christina_Potter_09 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 42563 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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Chapter 7 – Wrong

‘Ginny… I asked you something…’ Harry asked again and Ginny did her best to keep her huge smile intact, she moved further inside the office, let the door close behind her as her high heels echoed on the floor, she finally invited herself to sit on one of the chairs before Harry’s office.

‘I just wanted to see you,’ she finally said and Harry leaned back on his own chair and looked at her, marveling at the dead chest monster inside him and all those teen urges now being meaningless before the sight of the girl he once thought he was in love with.

‘You and your mother could have arranged a small gathering at the Burrow if that was the case… I am working here… and I’m sure it would be lovely to get all together at the Burrow now that Ron has a little time out of practice…’ Harry countered, wanting to pass the message of her not being that welcome in his work on a Saturday morning… Ginny didn’t lose her smile.

‘Actually, mum says you should come at the Burrow for Christmas, we have missed you…’ Ginny said, keeping her voice steady and sweet.

‘I’ll ask Hermione, and if her parents haven’t already invited us to their home, I’ll see what I can do, no matter what, we’ll find sometime to drop by for awhile,’ Harry said diplomatically but saw Ginny’s eyes darkening and her ears turning a slight pink color, if he wanted to believe he knew the young woman even a bit, then he knew she was getting angry.

‘I understand…’ she finally said and that actually set Harry off.

‘Gin why don’t we quit the act, tell me why you’re here…’ Harry asked and Ginny looked at him with fake calmness, she finally took a deep breath and spoke.

‘I’m here to apologize, I know I hurt and betrayed you but now I know my mistakes and I know I can make you happy, it’s been years I know… we were young and stuff but now we’re both better, I matured, you look better, we can make it.’ Ginny said and Harry remained to look at her, Ron was right she was again in for the kill.

‘It seems like you know a lot of things…’ Harry finally commented, rather briskly and went on. ‘When did we last see each other?’ he asked and Ginny answered easily.

‘On your birthday,’ she said and Harry nodded.

‘Even then, when I stepped inside my flat to find you all yelling surprise in the small party Hermione had set up, I had been feeling the cold sweat after another nightmare, only the nightmares stopped at the start of September and not because I look better all of a sudden.’ Harry said and before she could retort something with her Weasley temper rising, he went on.

‘Ginny, you’re who you are and that’s just fine, but it’s not what I need, it’s not what I want. As you said, it’s been years, and we were just sixteen and fifteen… and later on barely twenty… we changed and like before, we changed while apart so we’re even more different than back then… you made your choices and I know some of them were because I pushed you to make them. You should have stayed with Dean, from the beginning he was the one, he got to know you… I lusted after you, thinking it was love but we both know it wasn’t and you should have let it go a long time ago.’ Harry said as calmly as he could, he could have screamed for her betrayal back then, for the times they had fought over things that she didn’t understand or the things he couldn’t see as important but now there was no point in all this, for him their thing was a closed file.

‘Is this because of what I did with Dean? I swear it was only because we were in that tough time,’ Ginny tried and Harry this time sighed and shook his head with a small smile.

‘I actually owe thanks to Dean for pulling us out of our misery, I know you for so many years and for most of them I saw you as a sister to me, that changed when the war got even closer and my hormones went wild like with every male at that age, but I won’t condemn myself and you in that miserable lie we had achieved back then, after the war, when we were screaming our heads off and we were suffering over one simple thing: that we have nothing connecting us as a couple. You need other things, I need other things, we know what we’ve done, not what we’ve been through and personally I don’t have the interest, the patience or the energy to try for a third time, Gin… it’s over, it’s been over a long time ago and when I learnt about you and Dean I thought we were finally clear with each other. Don’t destroy that clearing up with this now…’ Harry said calmly again and could see her eyes filling with tears.

‘You can’t have attempts with me every time you see that this is not the life you want to lead… I’m not the answer… I never was,’ Harry finally said and Ginny did her best not to cry, she finally nodded her head and stood up, she mumbled something he didn’t get and then she left as quickly as she had gotten in. Harry gave a huge sigh and looked up at the ceiling, at least they hadn’t screamed at each other’s faces and he had handled his own temper the best he could.

He finished the reports and his team finally arrived, since the reports were done with, they started planning new strategies for Yaxley’s capture.

‘I want him locked up in the darkest corner of Azkaban and I want this the soonest, while in battle, he mentioned Subject 00D02, Hermione Jean Granger and the whereabouts of her work and home, as you all know she’s a Muggleborn witch and her parents can also be targets.’ Harry said formally with a remarkably steady voice, he was vocalizing one of his greatest fears and he was doing so with great calmness. He could see in the eyes of his colleagues the understanding of how important this mission was, Subject 00D02 was possibly the most important person in Auror Potter’s life and he was done losing the people he loved.

‘I want Emerson and James outside the Grangers’ house at all times, under disguise, they are familiar to magic and they will notice if being followed, let alone that they gave birth to the Brightest Witch of our Age… so be sure they won’t notice a thing. I will make sure she’s safe at her flat and at Hogwarts, I want a team of three to go back to the shelter we found Yaxley and collect any kind of evidence, track every magical trance of someone going back or being wounded, someone whose magic is not as powerful. Before he could wound me, I cursed him and I’m almost certain I have fractured his wand up to a point, make sure Olivander is not harmed or threatened to do any dirty work for the scam. Send someone at Gringorts, if three teenagers made it to break out in 1998 I don’t know who else can do so… the goblins think they can beat anyone but history failed them so make sure the Yaxley and Lestrange Vaults remain shut and inviolable.’ Harry said and his colleagues only gave small chuckled when he mentioned the break out from Gringorts he, Hermione and Ron had achieved, the first and so far last one in the chronicles of the bank.

‘I will go back to muggle London and make sure she’s safe at all times, the moment you have something new contact me immediately through the floo, if you can’t find me in the flat she owns you contact Hogwarts. Understood?’ Harry asked and the rest nodded. ‘Good, for now, we can try and reach him, sooner or later he will make some kind of attempt and it’s where we capture him.’ Harry said before he could dismiss his team and floo back in Hermione’s flat, finding the girls playing on the carpet, he felt at the same time worry and relief, if that was possible, it wasn’t only Hermione, it was also Morgana, Luna would never forgive them if something happened to her only child.

‘Harry! You’re back!’ the girl screamed the moment she saw Harry standing there, Harry hugged the young girl tightly and kissed her cheek.

‘How are you, little fairy?’ Harry asked and Morgana grinned and nodded.

‘Great, playing with Hermione, she said you said we’ll go for lunch,’ Morgana said and Harry’s smiled flattered, maybe it wasn’t safe.

‘Would I be too terrible if I asked for a small change of plans?’ he asked and this time he looked at Hermione too who looked at him with inquiring eyes. ‘I’m really tired, could we please order some take out and stay in?’ Harry only half lied with pleading eyes and Morgana frowned.

‘Do I get to choose what movie we’ll watch on the telly?’ she asked and Harry smiled and nodded.

‘Of course,’ he said and Morgana perked up immediately.

‘Great, I’m going to choose right now so we be ready,’ the girl said and rushed from Harry’s arms to her room where all the cartoon movies were gathered in dvd discs. Hermione stood up and moved close to Harry, she knew he was hiding something, had been hiding something ever since last night and it was about time to know about this.

‘Care to explain me why now that she’ll need more than an hour to choose the movie?’ Hermione asked calmly and Harry sighed and looked at her. He didn’t want to worry her with Yaxley’s news, her life was mostly in Hogwarts and while there, she would be totally safe, with Morgana and her parents were taken care of by his Aurors, and he certainly didn’t want to infuriate her with Ginny’s visit, he had already said nothing about Ron’s warning and he knew, if he said something now it would lead to an unnecessary fight over something that for him was over. He knew how sensitive he was when aware of her updated personal life and he knew she was the same with his, it would be meaningless to create this kind of tension, however he also knew that she could read him like an opened book.

‘I’m just really tired and I prefer us here, I haven’t seen you properly in weeks.’ Harry finally said and Hermione sighed and looked at him with knowing eyes, sooner or later he would have to tell her but he wanted to do so after the whole deal with Yaxley was closed.

‘I feel like you’re pushing me away, and I don’t like you doing that with me,’ Hermione said and Harry sighed again and took her chin gently in his fingers.

‘Just… just don’t push it right now,’ He actually pleaded with her and she sighed, she was sure it had to do with her and there was the suspicion of Yaxley having said something about her or someone else very close to Harry. She trusted him and had to respect his wish, at least for now.

‘So no Christmas shopping? We have to buy a good bottle of wine for my parents, they invited us for the Christmas dinner and you promised gifts for Morgana.’ Hermione decided to change the subject and saw Harry’s eyes lighting up.

‘We can go on Monday… even if we leave now, we won’t have enough time as it’s Saturday…’ Harry said and Hermione finally sighed and nodded her head. Harry pulled her closer to his arms and wrapped them around her delicate frame, her woolen dress so soft and welcoming to the touch. He leaned down and gave her a small kiss. ‘She’ll need an hour huh?’ he asked and Hermione finally grinned against his lips.

‘At least forty five minutes…’ she said against his lips before he could hoist her against him and she could wrap her legs around his waist, her dress pooling to her waist as her legs opened around him.

‘Sounds perfect… for a quickie…’ he said and Hermione grinned, having learnt his stamina. They moved silently to Hermione’s room and closed the door behind them, silencing it and making sure they simply locked it with the key and not a spell in case Morgana was to break her search of the perfect movie.

They fell on the bed together, Hermione beneath Harry, gasping his name as his lips attacked her neck, her hands caressing his messy hair, her entire body touching his. He lifted her woolen dress and she helped him to take it completely off, some of her locks rising because of the static electricity, making Harry smile at the image beneath him, she only grinned and kissed him again, urging him to take off his clothes too as now she was left in her knickers and bra. He did so hastily with her help and he was soon unclasping her bra from beneath her with skillful fingers after all these weeks of their deal. Hermione was ready to change the angle so she could be on top like last night but Harry resisted and for the first time took her hands with one of his own and pinned them above her head on the pillow.

‘Let me pleasure you, my turn,’ he whispered and Hermione could only moan at the possessiveness his voice was coated with. She felt his hand moving down her body until he made her knickers vanish and his hand covered the core of her body at once, his finger moving inside her womanhood almost immediately, the heel of his palm rubbing against her clit as another finger joined the first. Hermione gasped and moaned as with both hands occupied on her, he used his mouth to capture one nipple and torture it until she cried out again.

‘Harry… let me touch you,’ Hermione whispered, she could have yanked her hands free but in a way, she loved asking for permission, if he wanted her like that then she would play the game.

‘With your lips,’ he whispered as he moved his face close to hers, ‘kiss me,’ he commanded as his fingers hit a tender spot within her, causing her to give a silent moan before she could capture his lips with hers in a drugging kiss.

His fingers, lips, tongue, teeth, warmth, it was all so much at the same time, she broke the kiss and panted against him, her eyes dazed yet aware of his own, she could see guilt, the need to make her feel great and at the same time find solace in what he was keeping from her, she could also see the care and the passion and the desire. She once read a book of a muggle writer, Paolo Coelho and a small paragraph was brought in her mind.

It doesn’t matter what images we have of ourselves. It doesn’t matter what disguise we put on, what smart answers or honorable excuses we give. During sex, it’s very difficult to deceive the other person, because that is when each person shows who they really are…

And at that moment, she could see it all, the things hidden, even if she didn’t know what it was exactly, it was ugly, she could also see the beautiful yet frightening things, the things they both didn’t dare admit, the unknown territory they both so desperately wanted to step to. She could see it all yet she closed her eyes again and called out his name in a cry of almost painful pleasure as his entire body worked for her own to reach the peak.

‘It’s too much,’ she gasped and that made Harry finally retreated, she gasped at his stop as her body was still burning with ecstasy, as he had done a few weeks ago, he took her with him, set her to her knees on the mattress, moved behind her and held her against him as he entered her while one hand moved back on her clit and the other on her breasts, his lips hot on her neck. She felt her body as if bursting and she held onto him desperately as they started moving in the center of the bed, the position on the mattress preventing her from grasping herself on anything else but Harry’s body.

‘You’re mine,’ Harry whispered, well aware of this being a violation of the tenth command, no jealousy, no possession, no nothing, only sex, yet his words were the truth, she was his and he was hers. Hermione could only moan his name as her dream came back in her mind once again.

‘Only yours…’ she whispered back as the movements on her clit accelerated and she jerked in reflex. ‘I’m close, Harry… I’m going to…’ she never finished her sentence as her body convulsed in pleasure and screamed her ecstasy.

‘Come,’ Harry whispered as he kept her writhing body against him while he kept thrusting. He thrust her orgasm out, making sure it was long and intense for her and she was soon clay in his arms, he held her and Hermione moved again with her back on the mattress, he followed and slipped back inside her, having her eyes widening in surprise.

‘You didn’t?’ she asked as she gasped, her oversensitive body being stretched by his, Harry shook his head with a wolfish smile. ‘Oh my…’ she whispered as she wrapped her legs and arms around him for the final drive. He started thrusting again and in every move Hermione almost jerked in reflex as her body hadn’t completely calmed. She knew he deserved a great orgasm for all this effort, even if it was made out of his guilt for whatever was on and she was unaware of.

She kissed him hard on the lips, biting his bottom lip, provoking him to get tougher with her, her hands clawing at his back and the heels of her feet pushing on his buttocks to move deeper in her, gasping his name again and again.

‘I’m yours, Harry, only yours…I love—when you’re so hard and tough with me…’ she whispered in his ear… chickening out at the last moment, she shut her eyes in guilt for her cowardice words as he felt him thrusting even harder three more times and then coming inside her body with a cry of her name against her neck. She breathed through her nose, the smell of their bodies and sex filling her nostrils, making her moan, he was a coward for not saying what’s wrong and she was a coward for not admitting how she felt… Godric Gryffindor would have been so ashamed of the two of the most famous people of his house….

The remained in that hip of bodies, discarded clothes and silk sheets, panting and gasping as Harry remained on top and Hermione caressed lazily his hair. After awhile a tapping on the window snapped both out of their stupor and Harry groaned tiredly and moved to the window to find an eagle owl he wasn’t familiar with tapping the window. For a moment he thought it was from his aurors so he rushed and opened it, the owl had very stern eyes, almost mean but delivered the letter on its leg dutifully and didn’t wait for a treat, it left again in the snowy day.

For Luna and Morgana Lovegood the envelope only wrote and Harry thought the owl reached the Lovegood closer to the sender, so it was sent from someone within the United Kingdom. He opened and looked at what it was about.

Luna

I have been sending many letters to you for months and all of them returned unanswered. I don’t know where you are so I’m tracking our daughter. I want to see her finally. She’s my child and you know as well as I that she deserves to meet her father, no matter the mistakes he has done with her.

Harry stared at the letter, not caring for the opened window and the crisp air that got inside or that he was naked before it, Hermione cleaned herself with a spell, dressed quickly back in her knickers, bra and woolen dress and moved close to him as her hair was out of the head’s hole again her hair all wild because of the electricity, she backed it down with irritation and looked at the letter from Harry’s side.

‘Her father?’ Harry finally wondered and looked at Hermione’s worried eyes.

‘We need to contact Luna, we need to inform her, what kind of mistakes? Who is he?’ Hermione asked and Harry sighed and shook his head, he couldn’t imagine who could he be and what he meant and the fact of no name written at the end made him think that it could be a trap of Yaxley’s, that set his mind on a small plan of defense.

‘Whoever he is, he can come and find Morgana at Hogwarts, we’re not answering anything, only sending a letter to Luna to inform her, from there, we’ll see, if he shows up demanding stuff, we send him to Hell until Luna’s back, no matter what she has the custody of her daughter and she decides on what will happen, we’re her current guardians and we give her to no lost jerk who remembered that he’s a father after five entire years.’ Harry said and Hermione frowned and nodded her head in agreement.

‘I’ll go check on her, can you make the letter to Luna and send it?’ Hermione asked and Harry nodded his head, he was glad she allowed him some time, he could inform his team as well in case this was a fraud…

Monday arrived quickly and Harry was the first to reach Hogwarts as Hermione and Morgana were still packing their few things so they could take them back, however he wanted to make sure Hermione’s chambers hadn’t been violated while they were all away so he moved first with the excuse of wanting to speak with McGonagall. He made sure Hermione’s common room was just fine and exhaled in relief as he was a step away from seeing enemies everywhere.

In his way out of Hermione’s chambers, he bumped on Neville who smiled relieved and shared a manly hug with his friend.

‘Welcome back, how’s the mission?’ Neville asked and Harry gave a tired smile.

‘Not ideal but we’re getting there,’ he said bravely and Neville nodded his head and patted Harry’s shoulder. The fellow Gryffindor had grown to be a sweet and handsome man and Harry always loved to tease him about the small yet fanatic fanclub of the Longbottoms as the fangirls called themselves. ‘What happened while I was away?’ Harry asked and Neville shrugged and smiled.

‘Nothing much, you know the usual when you’re away in general, Hermione was nervous, the students were loud as always, your fanclub also worried, Hermione handled remarkably your seminars, her lessons, her little Goddaughter and McLaggen,’ Neville said and Harry’s eyes were happy until the last name was spoken by his friend, Neville noticed the change in Harry’s face and almost groaned.

‘I said something I shouldn’t have?’ he mostly asked and Harry frowned more.

‘Details, what did he do?’ Harry asked and Neville sighed almost painfully.

‘OK, calm your hippogriffs, all I know is what I heard and saw, he was hitting on her and she was countering him just fine, he was babbling something about Ron and then you in her life and when she’d notice some things and when she answered back once again, I turned the corner and saw him grasping her hand in his, she was probably pointing her finger at him and he grasped it, she seemed a bit in pain but I’m sure she has been through more so no need – to- Harry wait!’ Neville never finished his words as Harry had already started for the Entrance Hall. No one dared to speak to him as he stormed outside the castle and towards remade Quidditch field. Only Hagrid called out for him. ‘Don’t kill anyone, Har’y’ but he wasn’t even sure if it was Hagrid after all, his blood was boiling.

He finally reached the doors leading to the main changing room and the referee’s office. He didn’t knock, mostly yanked the door open and got inside the moment McLaggen rose from his seat with an outraged face. Harry didn’t wait, he gripped McLaggen from the collar and pinned him in the closest wall. He couldn’t beat Yaxley, he couldn’t even guess Morgana’s father but he could certainly kill the bloody git before him.

‘I will tell you this, and I will tell you once,’ Harry rasped close to the other Gryffindor’s face who was looking at him dumbstruck. ‘You have two choices, stay away from Hermione and lead a mediocre life,’ Harry went on ‘or, bother her again and you’ll find both bludgers stuffed up your ass while I make sure the Snitch is stuffed down your throat so your pig squeals can’t be heard!’ Harry finally added, making sure the git will get it with Quidditch terminology. ‘Understood?’ Harry asked as he jerked the other man against the wall, McLaggen nodded furiously and Harry finally let him free. The other man coughed and looked at Harry with fury.

‘Crazy bastard!’ he finally said and Harry lost it completely and punched McLaggen on the nose, having him collapsing back on the wall and down the floor.

‘Be sure of it,’ He said as he left the office, slamming the door behind him.

Christmas Eve reached them fast and after Harry and Hermione both declined to honor the Ministry Ball with their presence the next day, since Ron also canceled because of his training sessions, the one thing they looked forward to was to go at Hermione’s for a nice family dinner at that special day, however they had planned nothing for Christmas Eve.

The shadow of Yaxley’s still haunted Harry and he had increased every possible measure around Hermione and her parents, without her knowing or even if she realized it, she wasn’t saying anything, and still nor Luna nor the supposed father of Morgana’s had shown up.

Harry sighed as he was tired, always on edge because of the constant threat above his head as he finished his seminar’s hour and the remaining on the castle kids moved out of the class. In a day, he would be with Hermione at her parents’ for diner and Harry had to admit, it would relax him after all these days, the Grangers were always the kindest of people. Harry gathered the parchments he had been given by the students and started for his common room.

He moved slowly, knowing Hermione was probably there already, correcting essays. If he was glad for one thing was his relationship with her. They both knew things had changed but they both stood an inch out of line, keeping the fragile balance, and for now, that Hermione’s wellbeing had been threatened, he was almost glad they were still stuck in their lies, the mare thought of his friend getting hurt made him lose his mind, he couldn’t imagine what would happen if she was something more than his friend… if she finally took the title that would match her status…

He moved inside the portrait and stepped in the common room to find Hermione holding a piece of parchment with trembling hands. His mind went in overdrive and rushed close to her, what if it was a threat of Yaxley’s? what if it was about her parents? What if it was about Morgana’s father or what if something happened to Luna?

‘Hermione, what’s wrong?’ Harry asked as he reached her, his body almost touching hers, she was still in her professor’s robes but the moment she turned and looked at him, her face wasn’t the calm of the professor, it was the face of a hurt woman, hurt by him.

‘Your lies are wrong, fooling me all the time is wrong, all this is wrong!’ Hermione said in a broken voice as she thrust the letter on his chest, causing him to catch it with his free hand as his other was still holding the parchments. He didn’t even have the time to utter a word as she moved away from him and out of the common room. He was still dumbstruck, not sure what was revealed this time, he tossed the parchments carelessly on the desk and looked at the letter.

Dearest Harry

I thought of what we talked about those days back in your office. It hurts like Hell to admit you’re right, it hurts like Hell to remember your words spoken to me, I know that Ron probably has spoken to you… he has changed and I don’t like it, like you and I have changed and I don’t like it.

I’m sorry for bothering you with all this, I will find my way and one day you won’t be desperately needed by me. I hope I’ll see you at the Burrow at Christmas Day, maybe we can talk some more then.

Happy Christmas

Always yours

Ginny

Harry groaned as he destroyed the parchment in his hand and tossed it in the fireplace’s burning fire. He hadn’t thought of Ginny’s visit being exposed, he had thought that was over and done with, he was mistaken and now Hermione was furious at him. He had to find her and explain what had happened, she wasn’t his girlfriend but… she was Hermione, he had to explain.

He searched for her all over the castle, her class, his class, Hagrid’s shack to learn that she had dropped by and ask him to keep Morgana for a bit longer, the Great Hall, even the Greenhouses in case she visited Neville, he also tried the Library knowing she wouldn’t be in the most obvious place. Finally he realized that since it was Christmas Eve she could have gone to her apartment or at her parents’ a day earlier but he didn’t want to go there, if she had left Hogwarts, she truly wanted to be alone and if he violated that space, he could make things worse.

He sighed again as he moved out of the castle once more, the snow promising a cold night, he immediately remembered another snowy Christmas Eve he had shared with Hermione, all those years back, when there was no safety, no other to help them, no Hogwarts to shelter them… with a last sigh, he moved outside the grounds of the school and apparated to Godric’s Hollow.

He pushed open the gate, feeling his heart heavy as he moved up the familiar path on his own, for the past Christmas Eves, Hermione had been there for him, even when he was with Ginny and she was with Ron, now a letter had been all that was needed to be there alone. He passed by the tomb of his ancestor, Ignotus Peverell and moved straight to his parents’ tomb, only pausing when he noticed the all familiar form before the tombs, knelt down, casting a flower spell.

‘I needed sometime on my own while you’d search the entire castle… but I wouldn’t miss the annual visit at this day here…’ Hermione said in a soft voice that was heard clearly due to the semi silence of the place, the slight psalms from the little church were only heard. She finally stood up and moved two steps back for Harry to move close to the tomb of his parents and pay his respects. He created a bunch of roses and set it before the traditional by now, wrath of Christmas roses Hermione always made in that night. He looked at the names of the people who had brought him to life, and had followed death for him.

‘They were right you know, the last enemy that shall be destroyed is Death… and we’re still here, against him…’ Harry whispered and after a moment, he felt Hermione’s arm wrapping around his own, her head resting on his shoulder.

‘I wish you could have met them properly, I wish things could have been different for you, Harry,’ Hermione said and Harry looked at her as he turned slightly so he could wrap her in his arms, the sun had already set and they were plunged in night, this time only safer than when in the war.

‘I’m so sorry for not telling you about Ginny, I should have, it was just a stupid visit of hers and as you saw in the letter she probably took into account my words, words of keeping her away because she’s nothing but a familiar person to me by now…’ Harry said honestly and Hermione chuckled sadly and glanced at his parents’ tombs.

‘You shouldn’t apologize… I overreacted… we’re not like them… I shouldn’t be accusing you of things, Ginny is your issue and I shouldn’t be demanding you to report things to me, it’s your personal life and even if I’m your best friend, you have the right to keep things from me, like I do with you sometimes.’ Hermione said and even if her voice was soft, sweet, kind, her words hurt him like knifes in his cold flesh, pulling out blood every time they withdrew only to stab him again. She was stating the simple truth, and it hurt like hell if not worse.

‘I…you were right to react like this, I lied to you, I kept this from you when I shouldn’t have,’ Harry said, trying to draw guilt instead of the act they were having for all this time.

‘Why should you have told me? What more am I to you than your best friend?’ Hermione asked and Harry sighed almost angry with her, they were both cowards and she was pushing, daring him to say out loud what she didn’t dare, the thing was, he couldn’t do it either, not like that, not now, while she was still in danger and she didn’t know about it…

‘You’re-my best friend with benefits and the most important person in my life,’ he finally said and he could see the light in her eyes, the knowledge of the truth, a truth that if not admitted in the near future, could die unexpressed… ‘Merry Christmas, Hermione,’ he added with a tired voice.

‘Merry Christmas, Harry…’ Hermione only answered, this little exchange taking place once again before the late Potters.
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