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Harry Potter and the Memories of the Future	By : Christina_Potter_09 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 13966 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Seven – Something to Lose

Margaret Evans was a happy woman, for the past week she had found her long lost grandson, had enjoyed his company as he stayed at her home and had shared some of her memories about her daughter with him. The moment Margaret had laid eye on Hermione, Harry’s best friend, she knew, this girl was the one for her grandson. She didn’t care about possible other girls back in Britain, she only cared about the way Hermione looked at her grandson and how he always made sure the girl was fine and close to him.

It was mare minutes after Margaret learnt that Hermione wasn’t Harry’s girlfriend or wife as she had initially thought, that the older woman had decided to set them up within days, she didn’t need to have magical powers or the gifts of an oracle to see that these two were meant for each other so she had decided to give them the final push.

She smiled at herself as she was currently making the breakfast table, the two hadn’t returned from the beach up until the small party was over and she had gone to sleep, she guessed things had gone more than well and she grinned at herself again as she set down a plate full of toasts, they would be hungry when they’d be downstairs.

Soon after she heard footsteps on the stairs and she looked at the direction, she frowned as she saw Hermione but not as she imagined she would look like.

The girl was seemingly tired, but tired in a bad way, not the post-a-good-night tired… she was pale and she had obviously hadn’t slept at all, her eyes were puffy and red even if she wasn’t currently crying. Margaret forgot about plans and hopes and she went into mother’s mode as she approached the young woman and touched her shoulders.

‘Hermione? What’s wrong?’ Margaret asked as Hermione tried to hold back new tears, she knew the moment she would see someone she would be ready to burst again.

‘Nothing’s wrong, I’m ok,’ Hermione lied miserably and Margaret didn’t even retort something as she led Hermione to the nearest chair of the dinner table, where the breakfast waited.

‘Where’s Harry?’ Margaret asked and this time Hermione couldn’t stop her tears as she hid her face in her palms, Margaret sighed and hugged Hermione in her arms, at that moment the kitchen door opened and Craig entered the room with a seemingly sleepless and tired Harry as well who was glaring at everyone and everything, his eyes only filled with pain and more anger the moment he spotted the brunette in his grandmother’s hug.

Hermione looked up at Harry the moment she realized he was inside the same room, she stood up and her eyes never left his as they looked at each other.

‘Can we talk?’ she asked in a small voice, he shook his head as he started for the stairs.

‘No, you said enough yesterday, get ready so we can return to England,’ Harry said angrily as he passed her and moved up the stairs quickly, leaving Hermione to sob again and both Margaret and Craig looking at each other in bewilderment.

‘I found him half-sleeping in the car, what happened?’ Craig asked as Hermione collapsed back on the chair and Margaret gestured for him to go after Harry so she could talk to the girl, he nodded and moved slowly upstairs.

‘Hermione, sweetie, what happened last night?’ Margaret asked and Hermione sighed and wiped away her tears as she looked at the woman who took another chair close to her so she could listen to her, was there any point in denying things? Margaret had known from the moment she met them and she would know sooner or later.

‘I… he… he kissed me and I denied him, I let all my fears take over again, even when he came out with his feelings bare before me, I had stopped him a few days back and I stopped him last night again… I got afraid of losing him, I didn’t take the risk, I lost my chance.’ Hermione said between sobs as she looked at Margaret who sighed and caressed the brunette’s long mane. ‘I got afraid…’ Hermione repeated in a broken voice before she could hide her face in her hand once again.

‘Hermione, look at me, please,’ Margaret said softly and Hermione did as told after a moment, the sobs still raking her form, like they had been doing ever since the previous night.

‘It’s good that you felt afraid, it means that you still have something to lose and fight for… we all get afraid, I’m sure my grandson get afraid as well, he’s just hurt and rejected but I’m sure you can calm him down, or we can try, his grandfather and I, nothing’s lost, when there is true love, there are true buriers, but you’ll overcome them all, you’ll see.’ Margaret tried to comfort Hermione who sighed and took another breath for her to calm down. She nodded her head and hugged Margaret.

‘I messed up with his heart,’ Hermione whispered and Margaret sighed.

‘And he has messed up with yours… you’ll find your way.’ Margaret added and felt Hermione nodding her head once again.

‘That’s why I was so afraid to move forward with him, I feel like I lost him forever and I only screwed up while we’re not in a relationship…’ Hermione whispered as she was seeing her worst fear coming to life, losing him completely. Margaret shook her head and looked at the younger woman.

‘You’re wrong here, sweetie, you haven’t tried to be with him and it’s normal for him to be angry, you know him… you two just trouble yourselves right now, when you’ll be together, I’m sure it will be forever, but first you have to try to get to that point…’ Margaret spoke and Hermione sighed and nodded her head once again, not sure of what to say before the truth that had just been shown in her face…

Up the stairs Craig was entering the bedroom Harry shared with Hermione to find his grandson collapsed on the bed with an arm draped over his face, the poor boy looked defeated.

‘The girl is a hard one to catch, isn’t she?’ Craig asked lightly to draw Harry’s attention and he achieved as he received a tired glare and a sigh.

‘I don’t want to talk about it,’ Harry said as he hid his face again and gave another sigh.

‘She reminds me of Lily on that, poor James had to get through Hell to finally persuade her majesty to go out with him on a date, such a tough girl, just like Hermione…’ Craig said with a smile and Harry gave another sigh.

‘I said I don’t want to talk about it!’ Harry repeated more angrily but his grandfather didn’t stop, Harry needed to remain furious at Hermione and comparing her ways to his mother’s didn’t help as he had soft spots for both women in his heart and he knew, the moment he would go softer on Hermione, he would feel all the pain she inflicted on him, so anger was good for now.

‘I think you do…’ Craig said softly as he sat down and patted Harry’s leg but the young man stormed on his feet and glared at his grandfather, he had enough.

‘You don’t know what I want, you don’t know who I am and you have no idea how I feel!’ Harry barked and Craig remained as calmed as he could for a moment, a moment long enough for Harry to feel suffocated from guilt as his grandfather kept looking at him from his seat on the bed quietly. Margaret was the one who had given Lily most of her features, but Craig had his share too, Harry could see some resemblance with his mother, he felt so bad for screaming at his grandfather. ‘I… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…’ he finally admitted as he collapsed back on the bed next to the older man and he hid his face in his palms like Hermione had done in the kitchen. Craig placed a hand on the younger man’s shoulder.

‘It’s alright, Harry, Hermione told me of your outbursts…’ Craig said lightly and Harry sighed and turned his head to look at his grandfather.

‘She seems like she knows everything about me, doesn’t she?’ Harry asked and Craig grinned and shrugged. ‘Yet she can’t trust me, she can’t move forward like I can for her, she doesn’t care or want to,’ Harry added bitterly and looked back at his palms.

‘Here let me disagree with you, my dear boy,’ Craig said and Harry waited for his grandfather to elaborate. ‘From the little things I have gathered about your characters in the past days, you were the one to always act on impulse and she was the one to work through logic, am I correct?’ Craig asked and Harry nodded his head. ‘You both have big hearts but unlike you, she’s taking into account her brain as well…’ Craig added slowly and Harry almost smiled, she wasn’t the brightest witch of her age for nothing. ‘So unlike you, she finds herself torn between her own parts of personality, her heart obviously wants you, but her poor mind is trying to protect her from the demons that have chased her in the past in other relationships…’ Craig went on and Harry looked at his grandfather.

‘Have you studied psychology or something? Harry asked and Craig laughed and shook his head.

‘No but I have been in your shoes because of your dear grandmother, you see she was a girl had to get as well… and your mother had taken that from Magie… I’m telling you again, poor James had a run for his money with Lily… but at the end… they died together, joining eternity as one.’ Craig added and his eyes got a little bit dimmer as he mentioned the end of his daughter and son-in-law. ‘But back to your subject here… Hermione pushed you away, and that wasn’t nice but I’m sure you have tried to push her away too in the past, not necessarily in the romantic department… am I correct?’ Craig asked and Harry wanted to give a creepy face at his grandfather, wow, he was a good judge of character or he was really making lucky guesses.

‘Multiple times so I could protect her,’ Harry replied and Craig smiled.

‘Just like she’s doing now with the both of you, and what did she do every time you pushed her away?’ Craig answered and gave another question, one with a very easy answer.

‘She fought back, told me to get in my head that she’s with me to the end…’ Harry said calmly and Craig’s smile grew wider.

‘There you go, your answer, if you really deserve her, you’ll have to fight for her, she’s the most precious person to you but above all she’s just that: a person, and we all have the right to make mistakes or back step sometimes… thing is, will someone be there to pull us through and fight for us?’ Craig questioned and Harry looked deep into his grandfather’s warm eyes, the older man was absolutely right, when he pushed her away, Hermione never got angry or held a long face, she immediately fought back, because she knew him, like he knew her, he should have gripped her last night, when she pushed him away, before she could apparate to that bedroom, bang her on the head and kiss her again, he had given up way too quickly because of the pain her blow had caused, a well measured blow exactly where he hurt the most.

‘You’re right,’ Harry finally said and Craig smiled and patted his grandson’s shoulder as he stood up.

‘Take your time, Margaret is taking care of our miserable princess downstairs, when you’re ready to talk to her, come downstairs, and drag her from the hair somewhere so you can talk if it must get to that,’ Craig said and Harry gave a small smile at the brute idea, not so bad when you have to handle such a stubborn one, Harry thought with a small smile.

‘Thanks,’ Harry said before Craig could move out of the room, his grandfather smiled and winked at him.

‘That’s why granddad is here for, get used to it,’ Craig said with a smile and left, leaving Harry to take his time.

His entire body ached from spending the night sleepless on the seat of the car, after he kicked and tossed at the beach, some poor rocks got the hits, sent flying inside the water while he had tried to vent until he stubbornly refused to return to the house and share the same bed with her so he ended up in the car, all fuming and glaring at the CDs she liked with songs like “Marry me”, “O’Children” and some other tracks he had grew to love because she liked them.

He stood up and moved around the room they had been sharing for the past days, how was he supposed to approach her now? Should he be cool and calculated? Should he act on impulse once again and just grip and impregnate her? What was the plan? He needed one, he was an auror and he had mastered plans of attack before, now he needed a strategy again.

As he looked around, he spotted a stack of papers beneath Hermione’s suitcase, some hiding place, he thought as he bowed and took the suitcase away from the papers, she had probably forgotten to shrunk them and hide them somewhere else or he hadn’t noticed them in all those days of awkwardness that kept him away even from her side of the bed.

He took the stack and sat on the bed as he opened the first page, his heart gave a sudden kick as he saw the title of the first page.

What Hurts the Most

By Hermione J. Granger

Hermione’s story! He thought with triumph as all the curiosity that had taken over him a few days ago was now back. He moved to the next page and started reading, he could see it was still a work in the making but there were a few pages ready, he read the first line before the story’s beginning.

You never know the biggest day of your life is the biggest day. Not until it’s happening. You don’t recognize the biggest day of your life, not until you’re right in the middle of it. The day you commit to something or someone. The day you get your heart broken. The day ...you meet your soul mate. The day you realize there’s not enough time, because you wan to live forever. Those are the biggest days. The perfect days.

The best proof of love is trust and I found that, only I didn’t realize in time.

Harry looked at the lines for a few moments, it was as if Hermione was talking about the two of them, he looked at the title again, more curious than ever, he moved to the next page, his eyes scattering through various lines and then pages for him to realize what she was talking about, he kept flipping through the pages.

…And you get yourself to believe the wrong person is the right one, you cling desperately in the immatureness you have left because you know, if you make the move towards the right person, you’ll get either deified or completely destroyed and humiliated…

…but your eyes can’t keep away from the right person, nor your heart can, so at the end, you finally look at the right direction, and you regret and love it at the same time, you inflict pain on the ones you have given false hopes for, and you suffer the pain you inflicted on yourself for becoming brave, even in the wrong time, and you stick with the right person…

…You know when it’s you and him, you see it, when none else is around, loneliness can be a wake up call of doing all the wrong moves, but it can also be the mirror that shows you with who it’s worthy to stay by, and we were left alone, and we knew, it was all we had needed, yet, we let the option away, too afraid to jump…

…he knew he was the chosen one, and I knew I was the one to be on the line of fire by him, he was target number one and I was target number two, if he was to fall, I would be the second to die, if I was to fall first, at least I would have done it in my try to save him, because what’s the measure of our love? It’s our will to put it before our own death, and I was ready to die for him, literally…

…he took care of me and I always made sure I could be useful, I had a responsibility, I had part of the blame and the victory, of the death and the happiness we spread in our wake…

…and then, he turned his eyes on the wrong person, more than once, and I knew I had to endure, because I had pushed many chances on my own already, and I watched, helped and put on smiles every time he looked happy with those wrong people, I endured…

…sometimes you’re wondering, will he finally notice? and if he does? How you’re going to react? Will you finally take the chance and have your best shot? Or you’ll back off as always and pretend the dead?...

Harry stopped reading and started at the stacks of papers, numb, this was about them, about her and him, about how blind they both were for so long, about how they had wasted time on stupid delusions of rules that were set by the circumstances and the people surrounding them.

His eyes slowly moved towards the window and he realized the sun had moved in the sky, it was late afternoon, how long was he lost in her notes? He had missed lunch and dinner time was approaching, he had been in that room for hours. He left the notes where he found them and moved the suitcase above them as he had found them, a simple and affective plan was formed in his head as he stood up, stretched lightly from the pain he felt all over his body because of the seating position and then moved towards the door.

He moved down the stairs and saw his grandmother in the kitchen, he approached and the older woman smiled at him surprised.

‘We thought of knocking on your door for lunch but we guessed you wouldn’t want to be disturbed.’ Margaret said as she framed her grandson’s face with her hands, he smiled slightly and spoke.

‘Where is she?’ he asked quietly and Margaret’s smile evaporated.

‘In the living room alone, she didn’t have lunch either, she didn’t want any, she cried some more and then dozed off on the sofa, she probably didn’t sleep all night.’ Margaret said and Harry nodded his head.

‘I know, I know, I was horrible before, I’m going to talk to her right now,’ Harry said quietly and Margaret smiled the moment Craig entered the kitchen with a grocery shopping bag and smiled at his grandson who smiled faintly and moved in the living room, closing the door behind him, his parents left the kitchen together and moved out but Harry didn’t ask where they were going as he looked at Hermione’s sleeping form.

She was asleep but a small frown was gracing her face, troubled even in her sleep, Harry felt guilty about that little frown, indeed he had been harsh with her the previous night and that morning, he sighed and moved closer, he knelt before the large couch and touched her shoulder with his hand, shaking her lightly.

Her chocolate eyes snapped open and remained unfocused only for a moment, then she looked at him and gasped as she waited for him to do the talking, her throat and head sore from the tears before her nap.

‘Hey,’ Harry whispered and took a lock of hair away from her face, he smiled faintly.

‘I’m so sorry for last night,’ Hermione found the courage to blurt out honestly, Harry nodded his head and she wasn’t sure if she should speak or elaborate.

‘It’s alright, you pushed me away, I have done the same with you more times than I can count, I should have expected it, and I should have fought harder than just get mad, but you know me… I need time…’ Harry tried to ease her guilt, she shook her head.

‘It was my fault,’ she tried to keep the blame on herself, like they always did, they tried to lift the blame from each other’s shoulders. ‘but I love you and I didn’t mean to hurt you, I’m a classic fool but I didn’t mean to hurt you and..’ she was ready to move closer but Harry held her with the hand on her shoulder.

‘Wait,’ he said and he could see the pain in her eyes, the fear and the worry. ‘Say it again,’ he added and her eyes now filled with confusion for a moment or two, she then softened up.

‘I love you,’ she whispered and Harry almost smirked.

‘I didn’t hear you,’ he said and she faked a glare.

‘Harry James, I love you,’ Hermione repeated now with a smile that he answered before she could move closer again.

‘If you move this little inch now, I won’t let you go again, no matter how hard you’ll kick and scream,’ Harry whispered before he could touch his nose with hers.

‘The terms sound more than satisfactory.’ Hermione whispered before they could kiss each other passionately and Harry push Hermione on the couch as their hands started traveling up and down their bodies.

The couch thankfully was large enough to fit them both in that tangle of kisses, gasps and caressing hands as euphoria filled their hearts. They broke the kiss in a gasp of needed air, Hermione looked deep into Harry’s eyes and after a moment more, he started scattering kisses down her jaw and throat as her hands started lifting his t-shirt.

He was soon topless and Harry’s hand moved down her side and close to the hem of her dress, allowing his hand to caress her thigh while his eyes remained on hers. She helped him with the dress and Harry gasped as he looked down at her beautiful body, she was gorgeous and his own body was reacting like never before, he had needed this for so long.

Hermione gasped the moment his lips touched her bare belly, one of her hands on his head, massaging and encouraging, the other on her bra already, she thanked deities like Morgana and Circe for her choosing the one with the clasp on the front. She wasn’t sure what changed his mind, she only knew she wouldn’t push him away once again, they had suffered enough.

Harry broke the wet kisses on her lovely belly and stomach the moment she unclasped her bra and her breasts were bare for him to ravish, he gasped and groaned against her skin the moment her hand moved to the buckle of his jeans.

The foreplay wouldn’t be too long this time, they both knew and wanted to get to learn each other in a way they had both dreamed about but always kept to themselves, it was time for them to be joint in the most intimate of ways.

His trousers and underwear were soon gone and he took off her knickers, purple and cute he noticed, probably his new favorite thing, he kissed her hip, teasingly, making her gasp, he moved up her belly once again and then kissed the scar from Dolohov, as her hand caressed his own from the locket with one hand and his famous scar on his forehead with her other hand, the one that was still caressing his hair. Harry finally reached her neck and lips and the kiss was hot, passionate, needy.

‘Please, I need you inside me,’ Hermione whispered and Harry almost smiled, of course she would be saying out loud what she wanted, she was Hermione. They looked into each other’s eyes as he positioned himself and pushed inside her for the first time.

They both gasped in the pleasure that shook their bodies, fitting perfectly hip-to-hip now, their chests touching, both drown in the couch, his arms supporting some of his weight as one of her legs moved and draped over the back of the couch to give more space for them to move, they captured each other’s lips once again, moaning as Harry withdrew and thrust back.

‘Oh Harry!,’ Hermione cried out after the first strokes that she met as Harry’s lips moved down her neck again, quickly learning every spot that made her melt and shiver against him, her own lips nipped and kissed and this was better than all the dreams she ever had, all the fantasies and all the times she dared to imagine, this was heaven.

They kept up together, against each other, for each other, the couch not allowing a lot of changes in the move but they were both cunning, they changed slightly the angle with Hermione’s legs wrapping around Harry’s waist, the penetration was greater, so their moans and gasps were, like the scratches on Harry’s back and Hermione’s bruises on her neck and shoulder.

‘I love you,’ Hermione whispered close to Harry’s ear, ‘I hope you listened now,’ she added breathless and felt a wet kiss on the crook of her neck, making her shiver along the harder thrust he gave against her.

‘I love you,’ he echoed her words in the reply and his hands gently caressed her as he kept thrusting, both feeling the end approaching, his hand moved down between their bodies and he found that special numb of hers, he gave it a few flicks the moment he captured her lips with his. ‘Come for me, wife,’ he rasped against her lips as the kiss was broken and they both got closer to the point of ecstasy.

She wasn’t sure if it was the nickname she so loved hearing from him, his amazing fingers on her or his perfect thrusts, all she knew was his name escaping from her lips in a cry of pleasure and her entire body bowing up and against him as he too, reached climax and emptied his seed inside her.

They both collapsed on each other after that, spent and with a growing soreness but with small smiles on their faces as Harry gasped against her breasts and she against his messy hair.

‘We always have to go the hard way,’ Hermione whispered and Harry grinned as he looked up at her beautiful face, sweaty still and with color.

‘Is that a compliment?’ he asked and Hermione gasped and slapped the back of his head before she could grin too. They both sobered up as they looked in each other’s eyes.

‘I’m sorry for acting like an idiot last night,’ Hermione whispered and Harry smiled and moved close so he could kiss her lips.

‘I’m sorry for acting like an idiot for the past two decades…’ he gave the words that made her smile.

‘This couch is really uncomfortable and I’m not sure I’ll be able to look at your grandmother in the eyes ever again,’ Hermione commented and Harry chuckled and stole another kiss.

‘I’m sure she knows already, but I agree about the couch,’ Harry said and Hermione remembered the baby blanket upstairs. ‘We should go to our bed,’ Harry added and Hermione grinned and nodded.

‘Yes, we should…’ she only said with a smile…
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