More Than You Think You Are | By : jillianw Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 5900 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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" All I Need "
~~And that's all that I need, yeah
Someone else to cling to, yeah
Someone I can lean on
Until I don't need to
Just stay all through the night, yeah
In the morning let me down
Cause that's all that I need right now
And life ain't no beauty show
We don't know where tomorrow ends
And when we're sad
It's kind of a drag
Just stay all through the night
In the morning let me down
Yeah, cause that's all that I need
Yeah, that's all that I need
Yeah, that's all that I need
That's all that I need right now
Right now~~
Lyrics by Matchbox Twenty
PROLOGUE
Harry stepped through the front door at Number 12, Grimmauld Place only to be nearly deafened by the shrieks of Mrs. Black. "Filthy mudbloods! Invading my home! If I were alive I'd..." Harry looked ae poe portrait and shook his head. Nearly seven years after he first stepped foot in this mansion he still had to hear that cursed woman's voice. There was nothing they could do to keep the curtains pulled. And there was no way they could remove the painting. They were stuck with Mrs. Black for as long as they occupied the home. A minor drawback, but yet their headquarters had not been discovered.
There was a meeting taking place, one that he had not been invited to. He could hear Remus, Tonks, and Albus discussing the war, and then heard a mention of him. He wasn't one to eavesdrop, so he stormed right on into the drawing room.
"Harry isn't involved with..." Remus shut his mouth as soon as Harry opened the door. His eyes flashed in anger. They were discussing his personal life. As if it existed. They made sure Harry wasn't romantically involved with anyone. He'd never really had a steady girlfriend since the incident with Cho. However, he wasn't a blushing virgin. He had an ongoing arrangement with someone. They basically used each other for a break from reality. It wasn't something they both were proud of, however the current arrangement worked very well for theh ofh of them.
"Hello Harry. Come on in. We were just discussing you." Ever since Harry's fifth year, Albus had not been one to beat around the bush with him. He had been straightforward and honest with him. Harry rather liked things this way.
"As I heard. What gives you the right to concern yourself with my personal life?"
Albus stood up and approached him. "Harry, we're just concerned that you're getting sidetracked. That's all. We've had three very opportune moments when we could have attacked and you backed out of every one. We're worrieat yat you've lost sight of the goal."
Harry was infuriated. "Lost sight of the goal? Are you joking? Like I can forget that I have to kill the bastard so that everyone can live? And how can I forget that I probably won't survive the ambush? I do believe that I am allowed to be a bit apprehensive. If you can guarantee me that I'll not die then I'll rush right over and finish this right now."
Tonks snorted at his tirade and Remus chuckled a bit at the stunned expression on Albus' face. They both were in agreement with Harry. Why should he welcome death? No one can be that easily ready to die. "I think that he's just concerned that you will not want to finish this task until it is too late." Tonks nodded at Albus and he agreed.
"Yes Harry, that is all. I am under the impression that you and Miss Granger have gotten quite a bit closer. Is that true?" Harry wondered how he knew of his and Hermione's arrangement then stopped. “Who cares? That man knows more than he tells anyone,” he thought to himself.
"We have an arrangement. Not a relationship. Other than our friendship." Remus understood. So did Tonks. They had one of those arrangements between the two of them. It was working fairly well for the both of them. Harry wasn’t a teenager anymore. He was a man of twenty-two and deserved to have his own private life.
"Well, that is what we're discussing. Time is of the essence Harry. He's planning an attack on London and we cannot allow that to happen. There will be more deaths in that one attack, than there has been in the past three years. We have to stop him as soon as possible. You do understand that, don't you?"
Harry glared at Albus. He wasn’t a child anymore. He knew how many deaths had occurred, and could imagine how many more if this war didn’t end soon.
"Harry, we're not asking you to rush right in and take care of this. We just want you to know what is going to happen if he isn't stopped." Remus patted him on the shoulder and sat down in the chair next to him.
Harry bowed his head and appeared lost in thought. When he spoke, it was so quiet that everyone had to strain to hear him. "How long do I have?"
"Three weeks at the least, two months at the most. Severus thinks he can convince him to wait until Halloween. After all, iuld uld be symbolic, wouldn't it? He always was one to be dramatic." Remus chuckled. "The bastard died for the first time on Halloween, why not die for good this time."
"Give me til then. But promise me something? You will get Hermione away from here, far away from here. She doesn't need to witness the horror. And if I can't stop him, she'll need to be away from London. There's no need for her to be there when he attacks.
"What are we to do with We We can't just make her disappear." Harry knew they could find somewhere safe for her. Severus would help. He and Hermione were friends ever since she began helping him brew the healing potions. Most members were healed here at Grimmauld Place instead of going to St. Mungo’s. Albus thought it would be better to cure them in private than to have the newspapers flashing important information for the entire wizarding world to see.
“Can’t you get her a job somewhere? She’s always talking of France. Can’t you send her there? I am sure Snape can pull some strings with his acquaintances over there. And then there is the matter of Ron. He’ll need to go somewhere as well. He won’t…” Tonks cut him off.
“I am surprised you can get Ron away from your side long enough to visit the loo. He’ll not be so easily persuaded to leave. I daresay he would go as far as killing to ensure he doesn’t leave your side.” She was right. There was no way Harouldould get Ron away from him.
“Besides, Harry. He shows you the same loyalty that Sirius showed me. You have to ask yourself, would you go away if Ron were in your shoes?” Harry nodded in defeat. Ron would have to stay. But he could get Hermione out of here. “Okay, Ron stays. But what are we going to do with Hermione? She must leave within the next few days. I have to train more vigorously. She cannot see me preparing for my last stand with Voldemort. It would be too painful for her. She loves Ron and me more than anything in this world. We can’t let her see this.”
“Give me some time Harry. I’ll get something worked out.” Albus stood and made for the door. “Good day Remus, Tonks, Harry. I shall see you at the next meeting. Right now, I get get to work on the plan to get Hermione out of England.”
Once he was gone, Tonks and Remus tried to sneak out the side door. They knew Harry was going to let them have it. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? You’re not going anywhentilntil I am through with the two of you.” Remus saw the look in his eye and knew he was caught. Their own little secret wasn’t such a secret anymore.
“Take it easy, Harry. We didn’t tell him anything. He oachoached us. eemseems that someone was none too happy to see you two in the garden the other night.”
“Snape? That figures. I know he wants to shag Her…” Remus cut him off.
“No, for once it wasn’t Severus. It was Moody. That magical eye does see everything.”
“UGHHH,” Tonks and Harry said in unison.
“Either way, you’ve got to convince her to leave.”
Tonks patted him on the shoulder. “It’s the only way love.”
“I know. But tell me this? Why does everyone I love have to leave me? Why can’t I have just a little piof hof happiness in my life?” Remus felt sorry for his friend. He didn’t have an answer for him. When Tonks and he didn’t answer, Harry turned for the door. Harry nodded and left. No matter how much she mattered to him, he had to convince Hermione that she was needed somewhere else.
~~~***~~~***~~~***~~~***~~~
Later that evening, Hermione and Harry made their way out into the garden, and around to the gazebo. Harry had to talk to her. He had to make sure she knew that he loved her, but that he wasn’t in love with her. He had to make sure she left England, and that she would be safe and protected. She was the closest thing he ever had to loving. He knew in his heart that when he attacked Voldemort on Halloween, he wouldn’t be coming back. He would die in that fight. But it was okay. Hermione would be safe and she would live a long, happy life. He would gladly sacrifice himself a hundred times to ensure she lived to be a hundred years old.
“Mione, we need to talk.” Harry motioned for her to sit down, and breathed in deeply. He stuck his chest out and gathered all the courage he had. “We have to stop this arrangement between us.” Hermione looked at him like he was crazy.
“What?” She was confused. She thought things were working out fine between the both of them.
“We can’t do this anymore. And I don’t think that I can see you as much as I do now.” Hermione lo at at him like he’d grown another head.
“This little arrangement was your idea as well. And as far as I knew, it wasn’t serious.” She clenched her fists at her sides. “Why are you doing this Harry?”
He wanted to tell her it was all to do with Voldemort, but he couldn’t. If she thought he truly didn’t want to be with her anymore, then maybe it would be easier for her to leave him. “It’s complicated. Just leave it at that. But this has to stop. Now, tonight.”
“Don’t you think I deserve an explanation? You of all people, I would have thought…” She had tears welling up in her eyes, and she fought so hard not to cry. The battle was lost before it begun. Her tears flowed out of her eyes and down her sunburned cheeks. Harry could never stand to see Hermione cry.
“Hermione, love. There are things that I have to do. You must promise me that if you get a chance at a life away from here, away from this destruction you will go. Promise me that.” He knelt in front of her and placed his lips upon her hands. “Please.”
Deep in her heart, she knew it would come to this. She always knew. She knew he would never let her spend her life waiting for him to come home. He wouldn’t be coming home. She had accepted that fact long ago, but she didn’t have to like it. “Harry, you are talking as if you’re as good as dead.”
“I might as well be. We still don’t know all about this connection.” He pointed to his scar. “Or what is going to happen when I defeat him. But that isn’t important now. You and your safety are important. Promise Ron and I that you will leave if you get the opportunity. You weren’t meant to die in this war. Maybe Ron is, maybe I am, but you are not. I won’t leu.” u.” Hermione nodded at him and tried to gain some composure.
“If I must leave, I will. But promise me you’ll keep in touch with me. I can send owls through Severus or Tonks. Promise me that much.” Harry nodded, but he knew he wouldn’t. He had to make her see that her life without him needed to start immediately.
“And, Harry. Give me this last request.” He nodded.
“Anything ‘Mione. Anything at all.”
Make love to me.” Harry looked at her skeptically, and she continued. “Harry, we’ve had sex many, many times. I want you to make love to me. Really make love to me. This might be our last chance and I don’t want to live with regrets.” Harry understood her reasons for wanting this. He needed it too. He grabbed her hand and led her over behind a row of bushes.
While kissing her soft lips, he couldn’t help question his sanity. He had a beautiful woman before him, begging him to make love to her, yet he was sending her away forever. He knew he had to make love to her. He wanted it more than ever before. He needed to hold her and be with her tonight. He didn’t know what tomorrow had in store for him. But he knew what he wanted tonight.
“Of course, Hermione. How can I deny you that?”
~~~***~~~***~~~***~~~***~~~
While Harry and Hermione made love, two former enemies made their way in from the woods behind the manor. They thought the wards had been breached in the rear and were sent to investigate. They happened upon the pair making love, but neither one approached.
They watched for a few short seconds, then made their way inside. Both were needed elsewhere, and a pair of copulating young adults was the last thing on their minds. Truth be known, one of the pair was a little jealous that he wasn’t the one receiving the affections of the young lady. And the other, he was very proud of his young friend. He was doing the right thing. The world would know it, one day. When they were all free of Lord Voldemort. He could see the statue of Harry in the Ministry of Magic right now. It brought a smile to his face, yet his companion just kept on scowling.
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