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Symbiosis	By : MmeFleiss Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 10034 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Symbiosis (1/?)

Author�s Name: MmeFleiss

Spoilers: Up to and including book 6.

Summary: Symbiosis � n. A relationship of mutual benefit or dependence.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
AN: Thanks again to Jenn over at AFFBetaReaders for going over this for me. Any mistakes left are mine. Since this is a work in progress, earlier chapters might be edited as the story goes along for the sake of flow. If this or the fact that it will take a while for each subsequent part to come out bothers you, I suggest you wait until it�s finished. I really am quite slow. ^^;
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�[Hermione] is the most brilliant of the three and they need her. Harry needs her badly.� � JKR from a June 30, 2000 interview

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The first time his lips touched hers, they sat trapped
between two Death Eater camps, damp limestone digging against their backs while
they huddled at a well-hidden cave like defenseless animals. Harry wasn�t even
quite sure whether he�d meant it merely as a way to gain her silence or as a
release for his excess of nerves; just that one minute he was listening to her
suddenly-too-loud breathing as a patrol wandered past the opening and the next
his mouth was covering hers.

Despite his original platonic intent, the first contact of
their lips was anything but. It didn�t take long before his hands tangled
around her bushy curls, only the need for silence preventing him from moaning
aloud as she left a damp trail of openmouthed kisses down his neck. She watched
him with the same intensity he�d only seen before devoted to schoolwork. Her
small hands under his black t-shirt rasped deliciously against the sparse hairs
on his chest, committing every dip and curve to memory as if they would somehow
prove to be the key to some complex Arithmancy equation. He couldn�t wait to
test her.

By the time Hermione began to nibble lightly on his
collarbone, all coherent thought were on a blissful respite and he pulled her
closer until she was straddling his lap. The memory of her damp heat pressed
against him still had the power to embarrass him at the most inopportune
moments years later. Harry could only be thankful of the Ministry�s anal
retentiveness in forcing Aurors in training to wear the pristine white combat
robes despite the dizzying desert heat.

Before Harry knew it, he was trying to find reasons to kiss
her again. The smallest reminder of how much his life was no longer his own
sent him more than once to corner her into one of Grimmauld
Place�s abandoned rooms; letting the magic of her pliant mouth against his
replace his ever-present worry of living up to everyone�s expectations with the
much preferable sort of thoughts a regular teenaged boy ought to worry about
whilst snogging a pretty girl. Sometimes, when they were too tired or whenever
their kisses would taper off, they would talk about things not related to the
War. It never ceased to amaze Harry just how little he really knew this person he�d long
considered his best friend, and for the first time he learned all about the
little things he never thought to ask before such as her favorite color (Pink, can you believe it?) or how her
parents met (They bumped into each other
at Trafalgar Square while mum was heading out of the National Gallery. She
accidentally pushed dad into the fountain).

But apart from those moments of shared insanity, Harry and
Hermione never acted any differently around each other. He still got on her
nerves over his tendency to take his frustrations out on Ron and her, and he
occasionally still had to resist the urge to shake her for nagging Ron and him
for their less-than-mature behavior even when it sometimes felt as if it was
one of the few things left keeping him sane.

So perhaps, not surprisingly, the last of their snogging
sessions occurred just as abruptly as it began. He sought her out amidst the
confusion during what turned out to be the week of the final battle. The Order
unit they�d joined not long after separate efforts from the light side proved
too ineffective was being sent out as reinforcements to help break the siege in
Azkaban, so he found her easily enough shrinking her rations in the kitchen
with a group of former DA members.

�All right, mate?� Ron inquired with a hearty pat on the
back that Harry was sure rearranged a vital organ or two.

�I really wish I could go with all of you.�

�Can�t be helped when you�re still recovering from the last
fight. That was a right nasty hex you got from Nott,� Susan Bones said with a
shy smile before seeming to realize who she was so casually chatting with. She
turned a bright red and continued packing without another glance at him.

�Nonetheless,� Hermione added, her voice oozing with the
disapproval none of his other peers would dare direct at him, �it was hardly
necessary to charm both his legs broken and then force him to eat a sweet that
would turn him into a dancing frog.�

Ron let out something that suspiciously sounded like a snort
before Hermione�s redirected glare transformed it into an odd-sounding cough.
�Don�t listen to that spoilsport, Harry. We all thought it was bloody
brilliant.�

�Ron!�

Harry winced in sympathy as Hermione started in on their
redheaded best friend about cruel and unusual punishment. Having received the
exact same lecture from both Hermione and Lupin the
week before, Harry took pity on Ron and waited until she paused to take a
breath before interrupting with, �I think I saw one of your brothers looking
for you earlier.�

�Right! I, uh, promised Charlie that I�d� help him pack.�

�Surely, you don�t think I�m gullible enough to fall for
such an obvious lie,� Hermione said as they watched their lanky best friend
lope off towards the dining room.

�How else was I supposed to steal you away?�

She rolled her eyes but made no comment as she followed him
in search for a place with some privacy, a nearly impossible task when it felt
like the majority of those fighting for the light side were crammed inside
number twelve. They didn�t touch or even look at each other as they strolled
down the manor�s numerous hallways, stopping only occasionally to peer behind
unlocked silent doorways without any luck.

In fact, it wasn�t until they reached the last door leading
to the unused attic that they found a room that didn�t contain at least one
person skulking about. Having been a space basically ignored by its occupants,
Harry was unsurprised to find no available candle to light the place; instead,
they relied on what moonlight penetrated the dusty windows to make their way
past the threadbare furniture and the precarious towers of sealed boxes towards
one of the panes overlooking the front yard.

Despite being the brightest part of the room, the majority
of her features continued to be enshrouded in shadows, with only her watchful
amber eyes standing out in clear relief. Harry�s lips quirked upwards as he
brushed back one of the ever-escaping bushy tendrils from Hermione�s messy bun
before cupping her face between his hands and tilting it up to meet his. �Be
careful, all right?�

�Always,� she murmured before wrapping her arms around his
waist and pulling him close.

�I�ll be very annoyed if you break that promise,� Harry told
her before he bent down and kissed her, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips
before she yielded to his unspoken demand. Hermione�s mouth was hot and tasted
of the treacle pudding Mrs. Weasley had baked for dessert. Her tongue glibly
danced around his, making him frustrated and more than little determined to
best her at her own game.

Harry was just about to come in for the kill when she
grabbed his bum and pressed his erection to the maddening softness of her
stomach, causing him to break the lip lock with a startled gasp since he�d
never expected such a move from Hermione who until that moment neither outright
rejected nor encouraged his advances.

�You cheater,� he mumbled before raising her right hand up
to his face, his thumb rubbing concentric circles around her knuckles while his
mouth grazed the sensitive pulse point beneath her palm. Hermione inhaled
sharply, but otherwise continued to watch him with narrowed eyes; however,
after a minute or so with Harry showing no inclination to do anything more, the
stiff set of her shoulders began to loosen as she began to melt under his
touch.

Within the space of a heartbeat, Harry had her lifted up
onto the windowsill so that the damp apex of her thighs was pressed directly
onto his cock. �I guess it takes one to know one,� Hermione said before she
wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him even closer despite the layers of
clothes that still separated them from exploring completely new territory.

Harry growled and held both of her hands above her head to keep
them from testing his already strained control even further, his expression
almost feral as he leaned back down to capture her lips once more. �Don�t close
your eyes,� he demanded sometime later when he noticed hers beginning to slide
shut. �I want you to remember that it�s me who can make you feel like this.�

�N-Not during the fighting, I hope,� she somehow managed to
joke in between gasps. The ensuing chuckle was quickly cut short as Harry moved
his head down to leave an openmouthed kiss on the hard nub protruding from her
left breast, never breaking eye contact as his swirling tongue left an
unmistakable damp patch on her thin cotton shirt.

By the time some semblance of sanity returned, her top was
lost somewhere in the murky recesses behind him and his trousers were half
unbuttoned. Hermione�s bright eyes remained focused on his, though half-closed
with desire.

Harry backed away despite instinct dictating that he answer
her unvoiced invitation. His hands shook as he forcefully detached himself from
her haunting stare, wanting and yet dreading the look of understanding that they�d always been able to
convey to each other without speaking.

There was nothing like that intrusion of reality to make
Harry feel like the biggest wanker to walk the earth. This was Hermione, the
one person who always let him seize whatever he needed from her and never asked
for anything but his friendship in return. She deserved better than clandestine
kisses in the dark; a meeting of lips that had nothing to do with engaged
feelings and everything to do with forgetting. He knew that, but still he
continued to pursue the momentary salvation of her kiss.

Harry let out a quiet snort of self-disgust as he fumbled
around for the last, stubborn button on his shirt. It was a good thing that
Voldemort long ago stopped using Legilimency on him. What a boost in morale it
would be to find one�s foe to be beyond pathetic. �Let me walk you to your
room.�

Hermione nodded with averted eyes before summoning her
ruined shirt and getting dressed. Within a few seconds, she was no less mussed
than if they�d really spent the last twenty minutes just talking, a fact which
annoyed him for some reason. He led her back to the room she shared with Hannah
Abbott without another word; the last moment alone between the two
not-quite-lovers before all hell broke loose.

End (1/?)

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