Chapter One - A Break from what must be.
Somewhere deep in the English countryside a small white tent was pitched in an empty part of the forest. To the casual observer the tent was invisible but to those that knew how to see such things, clear signs of a campsite could be seen. Inside the tent, remarkably much bigger on the inside, two young people were dancing to a slow piece of music playing on an odd looking radio. There was an air of sadness about the couple and they slowly swayed to the music.
Hermione Granger rested her head on the shoulders of the taller boy and closed her eyes, breathing in his scent. She was very confused about things, she had thought that she was in love with another absent boy but now she wasn't even sure about that. Ron had left them in a fit of anger and temper that was all too common with the red-haired teen. He had said horrible things about her and Harry before leaving and these had hurt her terribly. At first she had felt immense sadness and loss in his leaving, so sure was she in her love for him but as the days passed she began to re-consider her feelings. This had culminated in Harry's amusing attempt to cheer her up by asking her to dance with him. As she had been held by him in his strong arms she had thought about all the times that Ron had hurt her, either with a mis-thought deed or more commonly with a thoughtless and hasty word. She had forgotten the amount of times that he had reduced her to tears and she had to question, was this the act of someone who she was supposed to love and love her in return? As she danced her thoughts turned to the raven haired boy in her arms. The more she thought about him the more she realized that he had never intentionally hurt her, either through deed or words. He had saved her life more times than she had cared to mention, and had asked for nothing in return. As they swayed around the tent, the small box of emotions she had carefully hid away at the back of her psych burst forth. With clarity of thought she didn't thinks possible she realized that she loved Harry, not Ron. In fact she had always loved Harry with a deep overwhelming love that made her feel giddy from the sudden burst of emotions. This had of course left her with a major problem – what was she going to do about it? She did not want to jeopardize her friendship with Harry, that was far more important than anything else and besides, she knew that Harry loved Ginny. She would have to bury her feeling deep once more and live the life that she knew was in front of her. A loveless marriage to Ronald Weasley.
Deep in the forest, a dark evil creature smiled in triumph at the emotions it was feeling from the tent. Yes this was all going to plan.
Harry was in heaven. He was dancing with Hermione and she was in his arms. He could smell the warm fruity smell that her hair gave off and it made him go weak at the knees. He knew he loved her, he had loved her since the first moment he met her on the Hogwarts Express all those years ago. He hated himself for been too scared to act upon his feeling, and now he knew he had lost her to Ron. Sure he liked Ginny and over time he was sure that it would grow to something more, but she was a pale candle when compared to the burning light that was Hermione. He felt so conflicted, she was Ron's girl, even though the git had walked out on them. He knew that she would forgive him and that she was only with him because she had promised to help him, and Hermione never broke a promise. However the feel of her in his arm, the scent of her hair and the steady feel of her heart beating against his chest made him regret his decency. It would be so easy to sweep her into his arms and kiss those lips that he dreamt about, but he knew that she would not return the feelings –she was Ron's girl.
In the forest, the 'thing' licked its lips in anticipation. This was the culmination of years of work and it would all come to fruition tonight. It was dizzy with the anticipation of the years of feeding it would get from this pair.
The song had stopped and the radio was now playing out some news. However for the couple stood looking at one another time had stopped. For Hermione she had realized that the moment, the glorious moment was over and that she had to lock her feelings away. For Harry, he was having a moment of absolute clarity. He could see the future as it was mapped out for him. He would let Hermione go and they would go back to bed. Ron would return and after some cross words she would be back with him. They would find all the Horcrux's and eventually defeat Voldemort. He would marry Ginny and have kids; she would marry Ron and have her kids. To the outside observer life would appear perfect, but Harry knew that would be a lie. In his heart he would be dying a little every day without her. The path was clear and his role in life mapped out for him. In fact he had subconsciously started to relax his grip on her and let her return to the correct life fate had lined them up for. Suddenly, without any warning something changed for Harry, something that was unexpected and that would alter the course of history forever. His grip that had begun to loosen its hold on her waist suddenly tightened again. She looked up at him in surprise. Her lips parted in a question, but before she had time to ask it, Harry acted. Without thought or care for the consequences, he brought his face down to hers and kissed her lips hard. Hermione reacted a few seconds later and with a passion she didn't know she possessed she returned the kiss….hard, very hard. She brushed her tongue against his lips and he instinctively opened them. She darted her tongue deep into his mouth and relished the feeling of their two tongues wrapping themselves around each other.
Hermione knew that Harry would stop at kissing, he was too dam noble, but she wanted - needed more and she knew that if THIS moment passed then time would move back to the correct tracks. She had to take action and she was never more certain of anything in her life as she was now. This was the time to act, so even though she was still passionately kissing him she moved them slowly backward to the small bed in the corner. When they got to the foot of the bed, she pushed him backwards and he landed on the bed with a thump. He looked up at her in shock. She smiled at him and practically ripped off her blouse. She hadn't put on a bra that evening, and so she was stood over him naked from the waist up. Harry looked up at Hermione, her chest heaving with anticipation. Her breasts were larger than he thought but were very pert and her nipples were erect. She had the most lustful look in her eyes, her chocolate brown eyes, turned smoky with the thoughts she was having. She grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head and stood for a few seconds over him before she lay down of top of him and captured his lips once more.
Deep in the forest, unheard by any living soul, the creature screamed in pain and anger. This was not how it was supposed to be! She belonged to him, and HE would be left in a loveless marriage. This was how things were supposed to happen, it was all planned. Nearly seven years of work had led up to this moment. Well if it wasn't going to be, then it would just have to make sure that he got the quick fix. The creature summoned a large black ugly knife and slowly moved back towards the tent. There would be food tonight, not the long trickle of emotion it had wanted, but a vast feast all in one go. Ronald Weasley was coming home to eat.
Harry was in rapture. He had found his way down to Hermione's breast and was currently teasing her nipple with his tongue, whilst his other hand was gently fondling her other breast. Hermione was moaning in ecstasy as she kissed along his neck and jaw line. She had never felt feeling like this before and was loving every moment of it. After a while her hands found his waistband on his jeans and she clumsily managed to open the top of them. She managed to shuffle the tops of his jeans down and gently put her hand into his boxer to hold him. She gently moved her hands and was even more aroused by the moans that Harry was now making. She gently managed to disentangle herself from him and with a smile she moved closer to his abdomen kissing her way down as she went. Whilst she had never been with a man before she had read all about sex, as a good student should. She gently brought her head further down, pleased as she felt Harry stiffened in pleasure at this and grabbed her head in his hands; he moaned her name in a whisper. Feeling his reaction gave Hermione more courage and she became bolder and bolder. Harry was practically pulling her hair out, but this made her even more passionate. After a while she felt Harry's body stiffen, "Hermione, I'm going to... you'd better stop."
Hermione shook her head and Harry groaned loudly. Soon however Harry was laid back with an odd dreamy smile on his face and he gently massaged her hair. Hermione felt immensely pleased with herself for been able to bring such pleasure to her secret love. she laid contentedly with her head resting on his naked stomach. After a little while however, Harry decided that it was Hermione's time for some pleasure and he suddenly Hermione found herself flipped over onto her back. Harry started to kiss her neck and shoulders, and slowly began to move down to her breasts. He lingered here for a while before moving down to her stomach. He swirled his tongue around her belly button making her giggle at the sensation. His hands moved to the top of her jeans but before he unfastened them he looked up at Hermione with an unspoken question in them. She nodded her approval, and he slowly removed her jeans. She was laid completely naked apart from a small pair of white knickers, and harry began to kiss the tops of her thighs, slowly tracing kisses along the line of her underwear.
"Harry please!" Hermione begged, and Harry smiled at her. He very gently removed her knickers to expose the soft mound of her brown curls. Repositioning himself between her, he gently spread her legs and began once more to kiss her thighs, each time getting closer and closer to his ultimate goal. Hermione was loving the sensations but was getting more and more frustrated with him, but she didn't have much longer to wait as he began to kiss her in the place she had never been kissed before. Harry ran his tongue up and down her, relishing in the taste of her. He continued in such a fashion for a few minutes until he felt Hermione to grab his head with her hands and moan loudly. Taking this as good sign he began to tease her with his tongue more quickly, darting his tongue all around her most intimate parts. He gently slid a couple of fingers into her depths and could feel her getting close to her climax. With a sudden shudder, she shouted his name and arched her back in pleasure, as she hit her climax. Harry however wasn't finished and after a short pause, he carried on with his ministrations, bringing her to a quick second climax.
"Sweet Merlin Harry, I love you so much and I love what you are doing to me, but…."
Harry's head suddenly popped up to look at her, "You love me?"
She smiled down at him , "Off course I love you, I've loved you for years now. You don't think that I'd let a man I didn't love do what you just did to me do you?"
Harry grinned and shook his head.
"Anyway as I was saying, as much as I love what you are doing, if you don't make love to me now I'm going to go nuts."
"Are you sure? I heard it can hurt a woman for the first time, and I don't want to hurt you."
"Don't worry my love, I know for a fact you won't hurt me"
Harry looked at her a little oddly, and a little hurt by this. Hermione quickly realized what he was thinking.
"Don't worry about that, You are my first, but you don't get to be a seventeen year old girl without experimenting a little, and Muggles make a wonderful item that runs off batteries."
"What?"
"Don't worry, I'll show you later, now stop talking and make love to me!"
Harry grinned, and positioned himself between her legs. He was by now hard again and placed himself at the entrance of her, but before going any further he suddenly thought of something.
"Mione, don't you need to cast a spell?"
"Bugger! Pass me my wand." Harry passed the wand to her, and she cast the contraception spell over her womb.
"Now Harry, I need you now" she whispered in a husky voice, throwing her wand away in careless abandon.
Harry gently but firmly entered her, loving the feel of her warm folds, wrapping herself around him. He buried himself in her until he was up to the hilt, and looked at her. She was biting her bottom lip in pleasure and he gently eased out and back in. Quickly he built up a slow rhythm, all the while holding himself above her, the years of Quidditch training finally paying off for something. He moved down to kiss her, and she opened her mouth to him. Hermione could taste herself on him and this drove her wild.
"Harder Harry, Harder!"
Harry, not one to dis-obey such delightful orders, carried out her instructions, and soon he was moving as fast as he dared. Hermione had wrapped her legs around his, her feet almost touching his bum. He could feel himself coming close to his climax, but wanted to hold off for her. However Hermione was close too and she suddenly raked her fingers down his back, her nails drawing blood. This made him hiss in pain and pleasure, arching his back and forcing himself deeper into her. This was too much for either of them, and they both climaxed at the same time. She screamed his name, and her eyes rolled back into her head. She stopped breathing, and one hand gripped the bed cloths so hard that they ripped. The other hand was spasming uncontrollably, hitting Harry on the side. With a sudden rush of breath, she opened her eyes and screamed once more.
"DEAR GOD! FUCK!"
Harry was still arching his back, slightly alarmed by the power of his lovers climax, but when she smiled up at him he gently lowered himself to kiss her slowly. Pulling himself out of her, he lay next to her and took her in his arms.
"Don't you dare go to sleep; I want to do that again very soon." Hermione warned. Harry smirked back at her, shocked at the change in her usual serious demeanour.
"Hermione, I wasn't going to sleep, at least not yet. That's was awesome, and I need to tell you that I love you as well. I have since we first met all those years ago."
Tears filled her eyes as she heard him say this to her. He loved her. In all of her wildest dreams this was more than she could have asked for. She once more claimed his mouth with hers and kissed him with renewed passion. As they kissed they both felt a cool wind hit them and they were suddenly aware that they were no longer alone. They both whipped round to look at the tent entrance and were shocked to see Ron stood there with a cruel looking black knife in his hand. He had a sneer on his face and his expression was one of extreme hate. What was the most horrifying were his eyes. They were totally black, not a hint of white was seen.
"Well look at what we have here, a bastard and a slut. You were meant to be mine and you were meant for my slut of a 'sister'. I worked for years to achieve this and you two have ruined it for me. I could have fed on your resentment and missed love for decades but you had to go and ruin my plans.
"Ron mate!, what are you talking about?" Harry asked in horror.
"Ron? Ha! that idiotic wimp. I'm sorry but Ron doesn't live here anymore. He died seven years ago before he even met you two, when I took over his body. Oh he fought, and he fought hard but in the end I won. I always do and his fear tasted delicious. But I was so hungry, and you two were going to feed me for years. Oh well, I guess I will just have to have one big meal today."
As soon as the words were out of his mouth, the thing that looked like Ron, swept across the room and before Harry could react, he found the cold black blade stuck in his stomach, the tip pointing up towards his heart. He gasped in sudden pain and shock as all the strength left him. He was dimly aware of Hermione screaming as he looked into the black eyes in front of him. With a laugh the creature threw Harry off the blade and across the room. Harry landed in a heap on the floor, blood pooling quickly around him. The creature then turned to the now hysterical Hermione and bodily lifted her by her throat.
"Well don't you squeal like an old sow, and you know what we all do with sows don't you. We gut them!"
And with no warning he drew the still bloody knife and slit it across her throat. The blood spurted from her neck and bathed him in it. With a laugh, he threw her over to the nearly unconscious Harry.
"Here you go, say goodbye to your girlfriend."
Harry managed to crawl to her, but when he got to her he could see it was too late, her eyes were wide open in terror, but glassy and unseeing.
"No! Hermione please no!"
"Too late Harry! And you will be joining her within a few seconds. Your fear and terror were so tasty."
The thing that looked like his best friend walked over to the pair and spat on them. "See you…oh no, you're dead. Bye-bye!" and it walked out of the tent humming a happy tune to itself.
Harry had managed to hold Hermione head and as his vision started to darken; his last conscious thought was how much he loved the dead girl in his arms.
As the two bodies lay in the increasing circle of blood, a blood curdling scream could be heard and a black mist rose from the scar on Harry's forehead.
Chapter Two – Rebirth
Dawn broke slowly over the forest. The weak sunlight crawled over the tree-tops and cast its feeble light over the tent. The tent was now visible to all, the charms cast over the area broken due to the death of the casters; however the forest was silent and empty. Not a living soul was present to witness the horror that lay within the canvas. Within the confines of the dwelling, the two bodies lay, unmoving. The tent was covered in the blood of Hermione, evident of the pressure she was under when her throat was cut. On the floor was a large pool of dried and blackened blood, a mixture of hers and his, enveloping the bodies like an evil halo. Both teens' eyes were wide and open but unseeing, Harry's once glorious green eyes now turning a milky white. Hermione's eyes had also taken on a milky hue, and her face was covered in her blood, now turning black. The gaping wound on her throat open and now drained. Both teens were a white-blue colour from loss of blood.
For a long while all was still, the only sound was that of the birds in the tree-tops unaware of the tragedy below.
As the sun slowly began its never ending journey across the sky, a bright light began to build within the tent. This grew brighter and brighter and slowly began to take the shape of an old man. Once whole, the light dimmed until only a soft glow surrounded the figure. The being looked around the room with a sad expression on its face.
"No, this is not right. This will not do at all!" he muttered to himself. This creature of light had no real name, but over the eons he had taken human form many times and walked amongst the populace as one of them. He had taken on many names in many different planes of reality. In one plane, he had been known as Gandalf the Grey, then White before moving on. In another he still operated at Belgarath, the Eternal man. In this particular plane of existence he had taken many names over the centuries. He was once known as Merlin, and then Godric Griffindor. He chucked as he remembered he once took the name of 'no one', a joke played upon him earning him the name Nevyn. His most recent form was that of the Headmaster of a magical school. He had enjoyed that one, but the Gods of Time, had decided that it was time for him to move on and he had left this existence. However he had been summoned back by the Gods, because time had been ripped. A grave injury had been cast upon what was meant to be, and as the universe champion he had been sent to sort it out. This had always been his role, sorting out the mess that the Gods allowed to happen, but couldn't be bothered to sort out themselves.
As he thought about the countless centuries that he had existed he wracked his brains for a solution to the problem that lay before him. These two shouldn't have died, at least not yet. They still had work to do but because of the work of the Dark one, that had all been ripped apart. Time was now injured, the ends of the continuum flaying around, broken. The creature of light knew that he could not just bring them back. Even if the Angel of Death was to release their souls, their bodies were still broken. They would die the instant they were re-born. No he had to come up with a cleverer solution than that. He searched through all the planes and dimensions that he had encountered, looking for a solution that would appease the Gods, and the Angel of Death. The Angel would not give up the two souls without a price, that was the way of things, and that was the way it should be. However there was always room for negation. The Angel liked a good bargain as much as any other of the entities did; the Angel was always fair but traded hard. He knew that he would have to come up with something that could entice the Angel into releasing the souls back to him and still keep the old coot happy.
As he trawled though his memories of the dimensions he had travelled to, he came across one minor plane. He had never existed in a corporal state in that one, but he remembered an interesting fact about it. He had come across a group of humans that had somehow become immortal. No one knew quite how this had come about, but the only way to kill one of them was to remove their head. They seemed to spend a large amount of time searching for one another and fighting with swords until one was victorious. They claimed they were doing this until only one was left and they could claim some mysterious prize. If questioned none of them knew what the prize was or what it would do to them but they seemed more than happy to maintain the fight. As he looked deeper he realized that the price of the immortality came with a curse, they were all infertile. This could be a problem but was also a solution. He found a pair of old immortals that against all the odds had fallen in love with one another. They were tired of the Game, and wanted nothing more than to have children and grow old with each other before dying together. This had potential, sure the infertility thing could be a problem, but there would be ways around that. He was not above cheating on occasion to achieve his goals. Without a second thought, part of his existence vanished only to reappear in the plane that these immortals existed. He wasn't going to force the change on anyone; that was not the way he worked. He sought out the pair, and explained everything to them. Very quickly they agreed to give up there immortality in order to have a normal mortal existence. Smiling he drew out there immortal essence and returned to the tent. Even thought this had taken days to achieve in the other plane, in this one no time had passed.
He was pleased with himself. This would solve all of the problems he faced. The Angel of Death would be getting two old and wise souls at the end of their days, along with the promise of more souls due to their ability to now have children. The pair in front of him would be more powerful than ever before due to their new immortality, everyone wins.
He took out the immortal essence that he carried and looked deep into the glowing ball on his palm. As he gazed he found the infertility curse and removed it. Satisfied with his work, he split the ball in two and blew on his palm. The two glowing balls slowly flew across the room, and each infused the pair of corpses in front of him. Off course nothing would happen yet, these things took time, and off course souls. After a quick negation with the Angel two glowing masses of light descended from…somewhere. They were both intertwined but eventually broke apart and gently landed on the bodies. Happy that things were now back on track, he was about to leave when two thoughts occurred to him. These two when they revived would need explanations and more knowledge. The former was easy enough, but the latter required some more cheating on his part. Checking that none of the Gods were looking, he put his hand to his head and withdrew some raw knowledge. He stood and examined the silver liquid in his hands.
"No, not that bit, too powerful….yes…and that bit…defiantly not that bit…..oh that will do."
He threw the liquid at the pair and watched with satisfaction as it seemed into them. Now for the explanations. He summoned his familiar from his last existence and watched as the golden phoenix flashed into being. The bird flew around the room and came to rest on one of the trunks in the room.
"Hello my old friend. I'm sorry for leaving you, but I have a new task for you. I need you to bond with these two and when they revive, explain a few things too them. Not everything, where would the fun be in that but enough so they don't go insane. You will need to tell them of their tasks, both the old one and the new one. It won't be easy for them but they have the power to complete it. Are you happy to do this for me?"
The bird sung its acceptance and bobbed its head at the glowing figure.
"Well now that that's done, I must be leaving. I will not be back in this plane for many centuries. Good luck my friend" and turning to the still corpses, "And good luck to you two."
With a sharp 'pop' he was gone, leaving the tent empty other than the phoenix and the two bodies. Fawkes silently stood vigil over his new charges, awaiting the re-birth that he knew was imminent.
As time passed nothing changed within the tent. A passing fox, alerted by the smell of fresh meat paid a visit but was soon seen off by the phoenix.
After an hour or so, finally something began to happen; slowly the wound on Hermione's neck silently sealed itself, the wound in Harry's chest also closed up. Both sets of eye's lost the milky-ness to them, returning to emerald green and chocolate brown. Without warning both teens suddenly took in a long breath and sat up. Hermione screamed in terror and Harry cried out in pain. Both looked around in total confusion. Harry crawled to his knees and vomited all over the floor. Hermione was fairing little better as she grasped at her throat, unaware that the wound had healed itself. She was opening and closing her mouth trying to form words but failing. Harry meanwhile had emptied his stomach, but was still dry heaving. He looked around and saw Hermione silently crying and he forced him stomach to calm and moved slowly over to her on his knees and embraced her. She clung to him like a dying child, her tears hot on his cold naked body.
Finally Hermione found her voice, although it was dry and raspy
"Harry, I died! I felt myself die. I couldn't stop him from hurting you and I felt myself die. I felt him slice my neck but its whole again."
"I know, I saw you dead in my arms and then I felt myself die as well. What the hell happened?"
"Ron! How could he do that to us?"
"I don't think that was Ron 'Mione. I'm not sure what it was but it wasn't the Ron we know."
Hermione started to cry again and Harry held her tighter, both unaware of their nakedness.
As they held each other, naked, cold and covered in each other's dry blood a voice spoke in their heads.
"Keep calm please, all will be explained to you."
The two young lovers whipped their heads around and spotted the phoenix sat on Harry's trunk.
"Fawkes? Is that you? How are you speaking to us?"
"Yes it is me, and I am able to speak to you both because I have been asked to bond with you both. I will try to explain everything, but before I do so you may wish to wash and dress. You both have had a traumatic time but you will feel better soon."
At this Harry and Hermione looked at one another and realised what the phoenix was referring to. Both were covered in dry black blood and Hermione's hair was stiff with it. Harry had lost his glasses and his face was smeared with her blood from where he held her. They both staggered to their feet and moved slowly to the shower. They took a long time to wash each other, taking it in turns to clean of the blood and grime from each other's body. They took to enjoyment from the contact, only the need to be clean. After washing they eventually found some clean clothes that had been spared the blood splashes that cover the interior of the tent and finally decided to sit outside as they could not face the sight of the blood. Hermione had found Harry's glasses and repaired and cleaned them for him and they were both sat arm in arm facing the phoenix. Harry was holding his wand, now broken in two after he landed on it when the creature had thrown him across the room. They both looked very pale but the wash and clean clothes had made them look more human. Hermione's face was still stained with tears as she struggled to come to terms with what had befallen them.
As they sat, holding each other close the phoenix began to talk to them in their heads.
"Well as you two guessed, you both died yesterday. As far as I understand it the creature that you thought was Ron is a demon that feed of people's negative emotions- a physic Vampire if you like. It took over the body of your friend before he even met you, and had been manipulating you both into a situation where your love for each other would never be allowed to be. The pain you would both feel would have fed him for decades. However yesterday when Harry kissed you, you both changed all that. He decided to go for a quick fix and drank the emotions of your deaths."
Harry and Hermione looked at each other in amazement, "Do you mean that we really both died?" Harry asked.
"Oh yes, you were dead...very dead. That should have been it for you two, but the universe is a fickle mistress and you two were still needed to complete a few important tasks. It had to be you two and no one else. With you both dead, causality was damaged and something had to be done about it. That's why you were visited by someone."
"Who? And how come we are now alive?" Hermione whispered.
"Well the entity that visited you has no real name, but he is an eternal. That is a being of immense power that works for the Gods of Time. He has taken many forms over the eons, but the last one was that of my previous master."
"Dumbledore!" Harry breathed.
"Yes, although it's best not to think of him as that. He is much more than that one man. Anyway he needed to find a way to bring you back and to keep the Angel of Death happy. He does not like to be cheated out of souls. Anyway the entity is able to move amongst the many planes of existence, dimensions like ours. He found a place where there are some humans that have achieved immortality. Two of them had grown tired of that existence and were prepared to give it up for a mortal life. He took their immortal essence and transferred it to you. As of now you are both immortal, you will grow no older, and nor will any spell or weapon kill you for the most part. You will still feel pain and suffering and can be killed if you lose your head, we are not sure about the killing curse, best to avoid it if possible. You have also been given a boost to your magical power and some useful knowledge, but you will have to learn how to use it. You now both share a life energy. What one knows the other knows; what one feels the other feels. If one of you is decapitated and dies so will the other. You are both linked together for now and all eternity. It's a good job you both like each other" he said with mental smile. "Any questions?"
The two young people sat open mouthed. Words were not possible, their brains ringing with the words they had heard.
"I take that 'as a not at the moment, but maybe later' sort of look. Call me when you need to speak more. I'll leave you both to come to terms with what you have been told." And with a flash the phoenix vanished, leaving two very shocked people behind.
Chapter Three – Coming to Terms.
Neither spoke for a long while, both trying to assimilate the information they had been told, as well as deal with the raw emotions of the previous day's events. After a while Hermione turned to Harry.
"Harry...Harry!" Harry broke his thoughts and looked up at his new partner.
"Yeah?"
"What the FUCK was all that about?"
Despite everything Harry smirked at her use of profanity. Hermione didn't swear often but when she did, she did it well. Bizarrely it made him remember the previous night before things got violent. He suddenly found himself getting aroused at the memory. He mentally stopped himself; this was neither the time nor the place. Hermione was watching his expression as he gathered his thoughts. Despite all that had happened she was sure of one thing. She loved this man and she was never going to ever let him go. She was also thinking back to the previous night. It had awakened something deep inside her. She had experimented with masturbation before but the feelings she had experienced with her own experimentation were nothing compared to the feeling she had experienced with Harry. She just hoped that Harry would like to do it again with her sometime.
"I have no idea. If we are to believe what we have been told we are now immortal. I didn't think that was possible, even with the Philosopher Stone, it doesn't really grant immortality, only a very long life."
"Harry, I feel like I've been told things that I haven't been told before. I know things that I haven't ever learnt before. I know that I am an Animagus but how is that possible?"
"You're an Animagus? Are you sure?"
Hermione concentrated and blurred. Suddenly sat with Harry was a large female Wolf. She had golden brown eyes and a tawny brown-grey coat. She looked up at Harry and suddenly Harry also blurred. Sat with the she-wolf was a large male wolf. He had near black fur but had emerald green eyes. The both sat, tongues lolling out of their mouths, before both blurring back to their natural shape.
"Wow, how did I do that?" Harry asked in wonder. "I thought it took years to learn how to become a Animagus?"
"Normally it does, but I seem to just have the knowledge. It's weird but I also know other stuff, like really powerful charms and curses."
"Yeah, it's the same with me. I just knew how to change form when I wanted to. It must be the boost Fawkes mentioned. However I'm not sure about the immortal bit. I don't feel any different."
"Yes, but I KNOW we died last night. I felt my life ending and then I was...somewhere else. I think you were with me but I cannot remember it much, the memories seem to be ebbing away."
Harry was silent for a while as he thought. "Yes I think I was with you. I felt warm and safe, but then I was back here."
"Oh Harry, what has happened to us, and what happened to Ron? Last night was so wonderful until he arrived...you do think it was wonderful don't you?" Hermione asked in trepidation.
"Hermione, I can honestly say that the time up until Ron arrived, it was the most wonderful moment of my life. I love you with all my heart and soul."
Hermione melted into his arms arm at his comments. She briefly kissed him before stopping and looking back at the tent. "What do we do now? We still have to find a way to destroy the amulet and we still need to find the other Horcrux's, and then we have Ron to deal with. I'd hate for him to get to Ginny and the others. Plus we still have this immortality thing to deal with, are we sure of that?"
"Well there only one way to find out, Fawkes!"
With a flash the Phoenix arrived. "Yes, that didn't take long did it?"
Ignoring the sarcastic tone, Harry ploughed on "Fawkes, are you sure about the immortality bit. We don't feel any different to before."
Fawkes trilled in an amused manner. "Do you two trust me?"
"Off course we do Fawkes, how could we not."
"Well this will hurt, but trust me it will be fine. Harry, go to the tent and find a sharp knife and bring it back here."
Harry quickly went to the tent, ignoring all the dried blood, and swiftly returned with a sharp dagger.
"Okay now what?" he asked.
With an amused voice, the phoenix replied "Well that should be obvious; you stab yourself in the heart"
"You WHAT? You've got to be shitting me!"
"Well you could always stab Hermione instead. You did say you trusted me didn't you? Well trust me on this. It will hurt...both of you, but you will be fine."
Harry looked at Hermione who returned the look with tears in her eyes. "Harry you cannot do this, what if he's wrong. I cannot live without you. Please don't do this."
"Mione, we have to know. If it goes wrong you can heal me. I trust Fawkes with my life."
"Please don't do this!" Hermione begged, but Harry had made up his mind. He gently removed her hands from his, and opened his shirt.
"You'd better be right about this Fawkes" he growled. He took the dagger with both hands and shut his eyes. Hermione was watching with tears running down her face. Harry took a deep breath and grimaced. He quickly plunged the knife deep into his chest. His eyes screwed up with the sudden pain and he was startled to hear Hermione scream in pain as well. His vision blurred and slowly faded to black.
Hermione was screaming hysterically. She was checking Harry and could find no pulse. His eyes were open and unseeing. "HARRY! HARRY!, You stupid bird, He's dead!"
"Hermione, just take out the dagger, and wait. It will take a few seconds."
Hermione glared at the bird, but gently removed the dagger, throwing it at the phoenix, who easily dodged it. She checked Harry again, but still could find no pulse. She cried hysterically as she hugged his body. How could he have done that, she was left all alone. Suddenly, without warning, Harry breathed in and jerked bolt upright. His eyes blinking in confusion.
"HARRY!, your alive, but how?" her fingers had moved to his chest to feel for the wound, but found nothing other than some now dried blood. "I felt you die, I could feel the pain, but then it went away."
The Phoenix was watching with a smug attitude. "I told you two, you cannot die by normal means. You may as well accept it."
Harry and Hermione clung to each other as they came to terms with the situation.
"We cannot die, Hermione. We can spend forever together."
"Erm, just to point out, you can die if you lose your head; and we really don't want to test the killing curse. There is a very good chance that that will kill you both, so let's not get complacent. Now I'm off, you two have work to do today. You do know the wards are down and you can be detected?" and with a flash the bird was gone.
"Is it just me or is he very annoying?" Harry asked with an amused voice. "Come on we've got things to do. We can worry about this immortality business later. First things first, we need to move the tent and I need a new wand."
Spurred on by Harry's request Hermione went back into the tent to find her wand that she had casually thrown away the previous night. However as she entered the threshold of the tent, she saw all the blood splattered on the walls and the floor and she froze. She felt Harry come up behind her and wrap his arms around her. She could feel his warm breath on her neck, making her shiver. "It's alright love, we are okay." She nodded and retrieved her wand. Quickly she had removed all the blood with a few swift cleaning spells. They quickly packed their remaining belongings and magically shrunk the tent. They stood in the clearing in the forest where so much had happened.
"Where do you want to go?"
"Well I need a new wand, can we risk Diagon Alley?"
"We will need a disguise, so that's going to mean Polyjuice potion. I have some left but we will need to activate it."
"Where can we go to set it up?"
"Well we could try my house. My parents are in Australia and if the Deatheaters knew about them they would have looked already. We can apparate a little way away and check for detection charms."
"Ok, sounds good, plus it will be nice to sleep in a proper bed for once."
Hermione smiled at the thought and glanced at Harry. He had the same goofy smile on his face. She laughed before taking his hand and apparating away.
With a quite pop the pair arrived in an empty back alley near Hermione's house. Pulling out his invisibility cloak he quickly covered the two of them and they slowly walked to her house. As they got nearer, Hermione drew her wand and cast the ward detection spells that they needed.
"Well?" Harry asked.
"Yes, people have been in the house and left detection charms. I have removed them so we should be fine. Lets apparate to the back-garden and then I can cast some protection wards so we will be safe for a while."
Removing the cloak as it stopped them from apparating if wearing it, they took each other's hands and Hermione side-apparated Harry to the back garden. They walked to the back door, and Hermione dug deep into her bag to find a set of house keys. Unlocking the door, they both entered the house, closing the door behind them. Harry had never been the Hermione's house before and was impressed with the pleasant interior. Unlike his aunt's house that was always so clean that it had no feeling of home, this house generated a feeling of home and family. Even though it had been unoccupied for months, it still emanated a warm cosy feel.
"Come on, let me show you to the kitchen, you can make a cuppa whilst I cast the wards." She pulled him to a large kitchen decorated in a country style. She showed him where the kettle and the tea making facilities were and left him making some tea. She was back before long and they were soon sat n the lounge cuddled up with a warm drink.
"Ok, what's the plan?" Harry asked once they'd drunk the tea.
Hermione got up and fetched her beaded bag and put her hand in, "Once we've activated the Polyjuice then we can apparate to Diagon alley and find Ollivanders. He must have a wand that will suit you." As she was reaching around in the bag, suddenly she made a groan and pulled out her hand, covered in sticky Polyjuice. "Oh no Harry, I must of landed on my bag when 'Ron' threw me across the tent, the bottle's broken. It's all gone!" She sat back down with a glum look on her face.
"What do we do now?" she asked.
Harry thought for a moment, and then smiled. "We'll do what we always do, we'll make it up and we go along! If we wear long cloaks and hoods we should be okay."
Hermione looked sceptical. "I'm not sure that's a great idea Harry. What if were recognised?" she snapped.
Harry looked at Hermione. She seemed rather flushed and she looked like she was perspiring a little.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes I'm fine Harry. Now answer the question."
Harry felt rather hurt by her tone, so he was a little short with his answer. "We will apparate away at the first sign of trouble."
"Okay, come on then. Let's get on with it." Hermione snapped back. She ran upstairs to get some cloaks.
'What's wrong with her?' Harry thought.
As Hermione got upstairs she stopped and learnt against a wall. She put her face in her hands. 'God I need a cold shower, stop thinking about him!' she thought, 'Why did I snap at him, he looked so hurt. I just want to jump him...stop it Hermione, get a grip.'
Harry was waiting in the lounge when Hermione came back a few minutes later with two cloaks with hoods. She put one of them on and gave the other to Harry. The both pulled up the hoods and looked at each other.
"Ready?" Hermione asked.
"Yes, where shall we apparate to?"
"How about just behind Weasleys, there's that little area that's away from view."
"Ok? On three. 1.2.3"
With a small pop they both vanished, only to re-appear seconds later in Diagon Alley. The Wizarding Street had changed considerably since the last time they were there. For one thing it was practically deserted, with only a few people about, all wearing cloaks and hoods. No one was looked at each other, only keeping their heads down. They were determined to go about their business without attracting the attention of others. The atmosphere of fear and pain was palpable. The other startling change to the Alley, was the amount of shops either boarded up or destroyed. They couple could clearly see the burnt out remains of Fortescue's Ice cream parlour, as well as Eelops Owl shop. As they looked around in horror, they also noticed that the Weasleys shop was boarded up with a notice on one of the boards stating that the shop was closed until further notice, but the shop in Hogsmeade was still open.
The pulled the hoods over their faces and slowly walked towards Ollivanders. The bank was still open as they passed it but there were a lot more guards on the door than normal. They glared at everyone who walked past the building and were heavily armed. Harry briefly caught the eye of one of the guards who nodded slightly in return, before they carried on walking. As they got closer to Ollivanders it became apparent that they would fail in their task. The shop was heavily burnt out; it was obvious that Voldemort didn't want any resistance member to be able to replace their wands if they got damaged. Of Ollivander himself there was no sign.
"Shit! Okay now what?" Hermione asked, still very grumpy
"Err. Not sure, but hanging around this burnt out shop is not a good idea. Come on let's get back to Weasleys and we can get out of here."
They slowly turned and as carefully as possible they walked back towards the Joke shop. As they passed the bank however, one of the goblins moved from his post and stood in front of them.
"OK, you two. Come with me!" it ordered, pointing a spear at the pair. They were aware of a second goblin pointing a spear at their backs. Harry tensed up and felt Hermione doing the same.
"Ragnok needs to speak to you two!" the first said roughly, but then, almost un-seen, it winked slightly at Harry. Harry was amazed. He didn't even know that Goblins knew how to wink, but the one in front of him clearly did. He didn't know if Hermione had seen it but he slowly nodded and allowed them both to be ushered towards the imposing main doors of the bank. Once inside they were quickly taken to a side room where they were told to wait. After only a few minutes a door opened and an old wizened goblin emerged.
"Good day Mr Potter, I am Ragnok. I apologise for the manner in which we got you in here. One of my guards recognised you and was aware of the standing order that I wished to speak to you if you were seen. I would like to assure you that we are in no way in league with Voldemort and that you are free to leave at anytime. I did however wish to speak to you about your inheritance. Is that okay?"
Harry nodded. "Good, please follow me."
They followed to old goblin to a large ornate office with a large desk in the centre of the room. Two chairs were on one side which the couple took while Ragnok took his large tall chair on the other. He peered at the young couple threw his half moon glasses that were perched on the end of his long nose.
"Now Mr Potter, Miss Granger. We would have normally done this when you turned seventeen, but due to the circumstances that of course didn't happen. I assume that you are happy to talk about this in front of Miss Granger. I see from your auras that you are linked somehow, but I must admit to been slightly puzzled by some of your aura. I have never seen that particular aura ever before. Most intriguing." The goblin looked at the pair with interest, still awaiting an answer from Harry.
"Yes of course sir. I am more than happy for 'Mione to be here."
"Good. Well then, I am happy to tell you Mr Potter that you are indeed a wealthy young wizard. With the money from both your parents vault, and the one you inherited from Mr Black, you are worth in excess of 256 million Galleons. The exact amount is difficult to assess as it is constantly growing, but one thing that may be of interest to you is that you also own a number of properties throughout the world. Most of these are known to the Wizarding world, but there is one, Potter cottage, that is un-plottable and only you can see the building. I have assumed that this may be use to you in your current endeavours. As you know that Goblin nation is neutral in the current clash, so we off course cannot help you in any way." The head Goblin managed to say this with a straight face, but even Hermione struggled not to grin at the goblins words.
Unperturbed the goblin carried on speaking. "Here is the port-key for the property Mr Potter. Here is the vault key for you holdings. Would you like to see your vault today?"
Harry took the port-key and the vault key. "Yes sir, I would like to see the vault. I will need to take some money to aide us in our task, and I would also require some Muggle money."
The head goblin nodded and made a vague gesture, and another goblin emerged. Harry recognised the new goblin. "Griphook? Is that you?"
Griphook was pleased that Harry recognised him. Most wizards didn't take the time to remember the goblins that they dealt with.
"Mr Potter, It's an honour to see you again. I am here to show you to your vault. As you own one of the largest vaults we use, it's on the main level so you will be pleased that you do not need to use the carts. If you would like to follow me."
Harry smiled at this; he was slightly looking forward to the trip in the carts, but was sure that Hermione would hate it. They followed the diminutive goblin to a long corridor with large metal doors spaced on the walls. They were all numbered and Griphook stopped in front of vault #7. He gestured to a plain panel on the door. "If you would like to put first you're key and then your palm on the panel. The door will only open if you have the key and will only open for you alone Mr Potter, so if the key is stolen it will be useless."
Harry did as he was asked and the door slowly opened. Inside was a large dim room. Griphook stood by the door and made no move to enter.
"You are only allowed to enter. We goblins cannot enter the vault. You will need to give Miss Granger permission if you wish her to enter. If someone was to enter without your permission, they would be instantly apparated to an empty cell deep in the bank. The cell has no door or windows and they will slowly starve to death."
"How do I give Hermione permission?"
"You just need to ask Miss Granger to place her hand on the door panel and state that you give her permission to enter aloud."
Hermione put her hand where instructed and Harry said in a loud voice.
"I give Miss Hermione Granger permission to enter my Vault at anytime. She may take whatever she wishes from the vault."
Hermione felt the panel grow warm and then she felt a tingle in her arm as the vault accepted her.
"Harry you didn't have to add the last bit. I don't need your money." She was still looking a little red in the face and a bit surly, although his actions did melt her bad mood a little.
"Hermione, if what we have been told is true, then we are going to be together for a very long time. What's mine is yours; that is the way it is supposed to be."
Hermione smiled briefly at the comment, and the pair of them entered the vault. As soon as they entered the illumination level rose and they could see the contents. They were both staggered by the sight in front of them. There were vast piles of gold and silver in one corner, along with a table with piles of Muggle money. In another sat a large row of tables with items placed on them. These ranged from small items of jewellery to large weapons. On one velvet covered table sat a few small items and a large golden sword.
"Harry look. Isn't that the sword of Griffindor?" They both walked over to the table and sure enough the sword that Harry had used in his second year and that Dumbledore had left to him in his will was sat on the table.
"We can use it to destroy the locket Hermione! Do you think we can take it?"
"Well it's in your vault, so it must be yours. How did it end up here? Scrimgeour wasn't going to let you have it."
"Well it's here now, so let's take it. Do you have your beaded bag?" Hermione nodded and they took the sword and gently lowered it into the bag. Harry then took a large handful of Galleons and large handful of 20 pound notes. They looked around the vault before leaving and walking back to the main bank area with Griphook. He showed them to the main door and bade them well before leaving them.
Harry and Hermione were just leaving the bank and still pulling up there cloaks when a witch and wizard walked into the bank. The wizard caught Harry's gaze and Harry saw recognition in the cold eyes that looked at him. Harry quickly pulled the hood up and grabbed Hermione's hand and quickly tried to walk away down the street.
"That was Lucius Malfoy, he saw me. We need to get out of here fast."
They both tried to apparate away but they both failed. "FUCK! They've erected anti-apperation wards already." Harry cried.
As they spoke, they both heard a shout. "POTTER! You fool, we've got you now."
Lucius Malfoy and Bellatrix Le-strange walked to stand in front of them, both had their wands drawn.
"So itty bitty Potty come out the play did he. And he brought a friend for Lucius to play with, that's nice, one for each of us. Where's your wand Potty? Lost it have you?"
She drew her wand back and shouted "Bombarda!"
Hermione barely got a shield in place before the explosion occurred. They were both blown back and both landed at different point of the Alley. The rest of the denizens had melted away, leaving a deserted street. The guards outside the bank were under orders not to interfere in anything that happened off bank property, so they let the altercation to happen. Bellatrix ran towards Harry, casting spells at him at a quick rate. It was only Harry's Quidditch reflexes that saved him as he sprung to his feet and sprinted away. Hermione did not fare as well as she hit her head when she landed, causing her to become momentarily confused. She shook her head to clear her thoughts and looked up to see Lucius Malfoy leering at her.
"Hello Pretty!" he snarled at her, with a swipe of his cane he hit her across her face, causing her to reel backwards. He then swiped her wand out of her hands causing it to fall a few feet away.
"No whilst Bella, kills your Harry, I think I will have some fun with his whore!" He grabbed her by the hair and roughly kissed her. She nearly gagged at the smell and taste and brought her hand up and with her nails she scratched his face. With a snarl he through her back on the floor, and wiped at his face. He looked at the blood on his hand, and laughed at her. "Well you still have some spirit left. That's good, it will make it all the more fun."
Hermione could see from the bulge in his trousers that he was aroused and she was terrified about what would happen to her. She was dimly aware that Bella had arrived with Harry blooded and bruised. She had him tied by the hands and was holding him by the hair, forcing him to watch.
"Itty Bitty Harry, going to see he whore raped and then killed." She giggled.
Hermione suddenly kicked out with her foot, connecting with Malfoy's shin. He gasped in pain and in retaliation, kicked her in the side. She rolled away in pain, but she managed to roll towards her wand. She grasped it at took aim at the monster in front of her,
"Diffindo!" she shouted and made a cutting motion with her wand. Malfoy screamed and clasped at his groin. A dark red patch grew on his trousers and he continued to scream.
"You Bitch, you will pay for that! – Sectumsempra!"
Massive lacerations appeared over Hermione's body, and face. A large cut appeared around her neck causing blood to spurt out of her once more. She screamed briefly but quickly fell back, clearly dead. Malfoy fell down to the ground clasping at his now missing manhood.
Bella was laughing all the while and turned Harry around to face her. Harry had felt Hermione's pain, and it had nearly made him black out, but he was dammed if he would give Bellatrix the satisfaction. As he looked in her face, he spat at her. She swiped him across his face and wiped the spittle from her eyes.
"Oh dear, Potty's whore is dead! What is he going to do now?"
To her surprise, Harry hadn't fallen down in apparent grief as she expected him to do. He merely looked at the corpse of his friend and back at her with an odd smile on his face. With a strength she didn't know he possessed he snapped the bonds holding his hands and calmly shouted "Accio Hermione's wand!"
The wand flew from the dead woman's fingers to Harry and with startling speed he pointed it at Bellatrix and shouted "Bombarda!"
The explosion caused Bellatrix to fly backwards where she connected with a brick wall with a sickening crunch. She screamed briefly before falling to the floor unconscious, dropping her wand.
Harry had started to walk to her, when Lucius painfully ran over to her and took her arm and apparated themselves away. All that was left of the blonde wizard was a small blooded penis sat on the floor. By now a small crowd had appeared, brave now that the altercation seemed to be over. They stood watching Harry wondering why he was so calm about the apparent death of his friend. Harry was aware that Hermione would revive soon, but not keen for the whole world to know about it, so he quickly came up with a plan. With a show of false grief, he dropped to the floor, and crawled to her body crying. The crowd were happier now; this was the way they expected things to happen. Harry crawled over the Hermione's apparently lifeless body and he took her in his arms and bowed his head over hers blocking her from view. After discussion with Hermione earlier that day about his earlier revival, he knew that the revival would cause Hermione to move, so he cradled her in his arms. Quickly he saw the cuts heal and with a jerk forward, she gasped out as she came too. He gave her a moment, wailing loudly to cover any noise she may make before whispering to her.
"Hermione, play dead!"
She immediately went limp in his arms. He cradled her for a while before he gently lay her down and stood to retrieve her wand and walked over to pick up Bellatrix's wand. He ignored the crowd, but was aware of the light pop of the flash bulbs as some people took photos. He felt the anti-apperation wards pop out of existence, and walked back to Hermione. Although her cuts had healed, she was still covered in blood, so to all those watching saw the boy who lived, take his friend in his arms, stand and apparate away with the body.
With a loud 'pop' Harry arrived in Hermione's parents lounge with Hermione still in his arms. As soon as they arrived she started to cry.
"Shit, that hurt!" she cried. "Immortality is great but it still hurts when you 'die'!"
Harry gently put her down and she swayed a little on her feet.
"Are you okay?" he asked in a concerned voice.
"I'm Fine! I've going to get showered." She snapped, her bad mood returning, and stomped out of the room. Harry sighed to himself and slowly followed her. He felt that he could do with a shower himself as he was covered in her blood as well.
As he got upstairs, he found her sat on the top step crying. He sat next to her and put his arm around her. She resisted at first before eventually resting her head on his shoulder and sobbed into it.
"What's been the matter today 'Mione?"
"Nothing!"
"Oh come on, you've been like a bear with a sore head all day."
"Harry, it's nothing!" and she made to stand up. Harry grabbed her waist and pulled her back down to sit next to him. Taking her chin in his hand he looked deep into her eyes.
"Come on 'Mione, I know you."
"You will think I'm been daft."
"Never, you can tell me anything."
Hermione sighed. He was not going to let this drop. With an embarrassed flush, she spoke.
"It's you Harry. All I've been able to think about all bloody day is you and what we did last night. It's been driving me mad thinking about it"
"What about last night?"
"Well it was wonderful...more than wonderful. I've never felt like that before and I'm scared that you will not want to do it again." She wailed.
"Hermione, why would you think that. I told you last night that I loved you, I don't make love to just any one you know."
"Do you really mean that? You really love me? I was so scared that you were just saying that, and what with the immortality thing, I was scared that if you didn't I would be alone for eternity."
"Hermione, I cannot say that there will be times when we will argue, but I can promise you one thing, If I had to pick someone to spend eternity with, it would be you."
This made her cry even harder, but at least this time they were tears of joy.
"Come on love, let's get you clean. I'm going to have to get you something for you to protect your neck; you seem to keep getting it slashed."
She punched him on the shoulder, "It's only been twice."
"You don't know how weird this conversation sounds."
They both showered, helping each other to clean of the dried blood once more. They both dried and with a look in her eye, Hermione led Harry to her bedroom. She sat down on her bed and took his hand.
"Harry, do you really love me?"
"With all my heart."
"Make love to me Harry"
Harry smiled at the thought and looked at the young women sat in front of him, covered only in a white fluffy towel. He had to admit she looked gorgeous, her brown eyes looking very vulnerable at the moment. Her bottom lip was slightly pouting as she looked at him with a nervous look. He slowly bent down and gently kissed her lips, slow as first but soon with an increasing urgency. His towel dropped to the floor, and he quickly moved to the bed and removed her towel. Now, both naked, they continued to kiss with an increasing degree of passion. Harry slowly moved his mouth down her body until he came to her breasts. Taking one is his mouth; he gently kissed her nipple until it was stood erect in his mouth, eliciting moans of pleasure from Hermione. She was running her hands through his damp hair, whilst writhing around in pleasure. He continued his journey south kissing all the way down. She arched her back as he took her in his mouth and slowly started to hum to himself. Within minutes she started to climax, shouting out his name in the throes of passion.
"Harry, I need you inside me...NOW"
With a strength he didn't know she possessed she flipped him over onto his back, she sat on his lap. With a half lidded look in her eye, she took hold of him and swiftly guided him inside her. She gasped as she rammed him home, causing him to grab the bed with his hands. She learnt over him so he could fondle and suck on her nipples as she quickly built up a rhythm. Harry could see the love and passion in her eyes as she screwed him, this making him all the more aroused. He could sense that both of them were close to their respective climaxes.
"Mione, I'm going to ..."
She sat bolt upright, her breast stood out proud and firm. She had a proud look in her eye as she sat down hard, and with a scream she climaxed, her muscles tightening on him, in the most wonderful way. This was too much for Harry, as he cried out her name and felt himself follow her uncontrollably into his climax
As soon as they both finished their climax, without any warning, and as if a puppeteer had cut the strings, they both blacked out. Hermione fell onto Harry's chest, her hair spread around him, his manhood still deep inside her.