Harry's Fragile World
pairings Harry/Hermione
Rated NC 17 for sexual content, mild violence
I own nothing JK Rowling owns characters, Nine Inch Nails owns the song "The day the whole world went away"
HBP and OOTP spoilers
Third Fic in the Around the Bend Series
Harry Potter was lying in his bed with a lovely woman by his side looking peaceful and beautiful in the moonlight glow. He was there with the woman he loved more than anything in the world, were exhausted after proving their love for each other.
Only for her in was not love, just comfort. He should leave her and be done with it, but he could not bear to be without her even when she had fallen in love with someone else.
She never lied to him, she could not commit to him in this point in time, and as far as he knew she never cheated on him. So he stayed like the lovelorn fool that he was.
Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, had gone through disappointment and devastation through his life, some might say earth shattering. At the tender age of one year, His mother and father where murdered and he was scarred, physically, psychically and emotionally from that moment on. He was left in the care of his aunt and uncle, who could care less about him and kept his heritage a secret.
I'd listen to the words he'd say
But in his voice i heard decay
The mark left on him condemned him to loose his self and his body at times. He did not know who he was half the time. His anchor from the beginning where Dumbledore,
The Weasleys, (Ron and the Twins in Particular) Hagrid, and Hermione.
Hermione.
The plastic face forced to portray
All the insides left cold and gray
He had always needed her in some way shape or form. Her intelligence, her courage, her problem solving skills and later years her beauty. He could go to her for anything
There is a place that still remains
It eats the fear it eats the pain
She was there when he found Remus Lupin, a mentor and father figure, only to loose him when he resigned. She was there Sirius appeared to be dangerous, stood by him and Harry when it was proven not to be a mass murderer, he was innocent and was there to protect him. She stood by him and helped him break Sirius free, but on the run. She was there when his dreams of going to a home other than the Dursley’s, somewhere he would be loved shattered. She was there when he lost Sirius for the second time, killed in a battle in the Department of Mysteries by his cousin Bellatrix Lestrange.
It was then that their affair had started.
He could remember as if it where yesterday.
He was so lost, so devastated when he lost the only family he had left. He did what he normally did he went to Hermione for her warmth and compassion.
She was at her room, all packed and ready to go. Typical, she was ready to leave two days earlier that needed. She was in her usual attire, jeans and a tee shirt, her
hair was up in a ponytail, her feet bare. He was in his usual too large attire of jeans and tee shirt with a sweatshirt over it, with his sneakers.
She was on the floor, on her stomach, reading “The Lord of the Rings”. She looked up at him and smiled. It faltered a little when she saw his face. She sat up and held out her arms to him. He went to her without hesitation, putting his head on her lap. It was something that he did many times over, but for some reason this time was different. He did not know if it was the knowledge that he almost lost her, or that he needed desperately to feel something, anything at all. Before he knew what he was doing he lifted his head and kissed her. He could see the surprised look in her eyes as he kissed her so he stopped. He looked up at her waiting for her to say no. He would not force her if she did not want this. When she did not make a move or a sound he kissed her again exploring her mouth with his tongue. She moaned in his mouth and copied his motion with her own tongue. This erased all doubt that he was doing anything she did not want. She tasted heavenly, like strawberries and tea. He could not stand not touching her so he reached out cupping a breast in his hand. He could feel her nipple getting hard in his hand, a good sign from what he was told. He broke his kiss for a moment to say,
“Hermione you have to tell me now if you want to stop. I don’t think I can after this”.
“itingNo, please, don’t stop” she said in a breathless husky voice.
He kissed her again before taking her in his arms and carrying her to her bed and laid her down. She helped him remove his cloths first leaving him in his underwear and glasses. He shivered under her touch, almost afraid of what she would think about him physically. She seemed pleased by the look of it, which relieved him to no measure. Then it was his turn to help her with hers. He could hear his heart pound when he unbuttoned her jeans and slid it off her. She lifted herself up to help him. He remembered thinking she had lovely legs tone and curvy, normally missed as she always covers herself up. She had white cotton underwear underneath. He noticed that it was slightly wet also a good sign that he was on the right track. She lifted her arms up, allowing him to pull her tea shirt off her body exposing the rest of herself to his hungry eyes. Her breasts where medium sized, and full. The perfect size for his hand. Merlin, she was so beautiful so perfect. He undid her ponytail and let her hair loose, the way he always loved it and ran his fingers through. Her hair smelled like orange, so sweet, and so mild. Sirius told him once that the first time always hurt a girl and not to be surprised to see a spot of blood. He prayed it did not hurt too much for he knew that he could not stop now. What was it that Sirius said helped? Oh right licking or fingering. He could feel Hermione pull down his boxers letting him free from his confinement, a clear sign that she was waiting for him. He took a deep breath and pulled her underwear off her leaving her completely bare to his hungry eyes. She shuddered under him, and opened her legs for him urging him on. Harry then proceeded to lick her like the sweet thing she is, until he felt her arch and cry “Yes ,Yes,” before he felt her cum on his face. He looked up at her eyes to see if she still was all right. She had her eyes closed and her breath was coming out in ragged pants. He crawled up her body kissing her stomach up to her lips where he gave her another passionate kiss. He remembered how he could not stand not being inside her anymore and slid herself into her. She felt so comforting, like velvet. He slid his hands up into hers entwining their fingers before he thrust into her, desperately trying to relieve the tightness in his body. Faster and faster until he felt her walls close around him and heard her arch and shout “I’m cumming, I’m CUMMING” pushing him over the edge. “FUCK, yes, Hermione!” He groaned and He felt his balls constrict and his seed spill into her. He fell on top of her completely spent.
After catching his breath he rolled off her on his back. After a long pause, he asked her “did I hurt you love?” concern tingeing his voice.
“IT was very brief love, nothing to be concerned about” She kissed him and removed his glasses and put them on her side table. “get some sleep love you will need it”.
He was relived that he did not hurt her too much and put his head on her chest. She was right of course he needed that strength to leave Hogwarts and return to the Dursleys.
She was there from that moment on, lessening his devastation over losing Dumbledore and to comfort him in his fear over what he had to do. She was there in his shock that he was forced to watch Snape kill Dumbledore and could do nothing. When he was really desperate and in need he went to her. Now it was to the point that they slept together at all times comforting each other over the horror of it all.
Then a year later he received word that Remus was in trouble and needed help. News that shocked him to the core. He could not stand to loose him, the only piece of his father that he had left. So he and Hermione Apparated to where he was and took him to Saint Mungos. He looked dreadful, his lightly scarred face pale as a sheet, shirt open to reveal a rather nasty claw marks that he almost could see the bone, and he was barely breathing.
But it was the look that Hermione had on her face that was the shocking part of all. She had the look that someone had when someone they had loved was dying. The cruelest twist of fate that their was. The two people he loved most in life where in love with each other. As Remus healed, he noticed the looks that passed in between them, the look of lust and unresolved tension.
It was then that his world was truly rocked to the core and went away.
The sweetest price he'll have to pay
The day the whole world went away
Na na nah
Na na na, nah
Na na nah
Na na na , nah
Rated NC 17 for sexual content, mild violence
I own nothing JK Rowling owns characters, Nine Inch Nails owns the song "The day the whole world went away"
HBP and OOTP spoilers
Third Fic in the Around the Bend Series
Harry Potter was lying in his bed with a lovely woman by his side looking peaceful and beautiful in the moonlight glow. He was there with the woman he loved more than anything in the world, were exhausted after proving their love for each other.
Only for her in was not love, just comfort. He should leave her and be done with it, but he could not bear to be without her even when she had fallen in love with someone else.
She never lied to him, she could not commit to him in this point in time, and as far as he knew she never cheated on him. So he stayed like the lovelorn fool that he was.
Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, had gone through disappointment and devastation through his life, some might say earth shattering. At the tender age of one year, His mother and father where murdered and he was scarred, physically, psychically and emotionally from that moment on. He was left in the care of his aunt and uncle, who could care less about him and kept his heritage a secret.
I'd listen to the words he'd say
But in his voice i heard decay
The mark left on him condemned him to loose his self and his body at times. He did not know who he was half the time. His anchor from the beginning where Dumbledore,
The Weasleys, (Ron and the Twins in Particular) Hagrid, and Hermione.
Hermione.
The plastic face forced to portray
All the insides left cold and gray
He had always needed her in some way shape or form. Her intelligence, her courage, her problem solving skills and later years her beauty. He could go to her for anything
There is a place that still remains
It eats the fear it eats the pain
She was there when he found Remus Lupin, a mentor and father figure, only to loose him when he resigned. She was there Sirius appeared to be dangerous, stood by him and Harry when it was proven not to be a mass murderer, he was innocent and was there to protect him. She stood by him and helped him break Sirius free, but on the run. She was there when his dreams of going to a home other than the Dursley’s, somewhere he would be loved shattered. She was there when he lost Sirius for the second time, killed in a battle in the Department of Mysteries by his cousin Bellatrix Lestrange.
It was then that their affair had started.
He could remember as if it where yesterday.
He was so lost, so devastated when he lost the only family he had left. He did what he normally did he went to Hermione for her warmth and compassion.
She was at her room, all packed and ready to go. Typical, she was ready to leave two days earlier that needed. She was in her usual attire, jeans and a tee shirt, her
hair was up in a ponytail, her feet bare. He was in his usual too large attire of jeans and tee shirt with a sweatshirt over it, with his sneakers.
She was on the floor, on her stomach, reading “The Lord of the Rings”. She looked up at him and smiled. It faltered a little when she saw his face. She sat up and held out her arms to him. He went to her without hesitation, putting his head on her lap. It was something that he did many times over, but for some reason this time was different. He did not know if it was the knowledge that he almost lost her, or that he needed desperately to feel something, anything at all. Before he knew what he was doing he lifted his head and kissed her. He could see the surprised look in her eyes as he kissed her so he stopped. He looked up at her waiting for her to say no. He would not force her if she did not want this. When she did not make a move or a sound he kissed her again exploring her mouth with his tongue. She moaned in his mouth and copied his motion with her own tongue. This erased all doubt that he was doing anything she did not want. She tasted heavenly, like strawberries and tea. He could not stand not touching her so he reached out cupping a breast in his hand. He could feel her nipple getting hard in his hand, a good sign from what he was told. He broke his kiss for a moment to say,
“Hermione you have to tell me now if you want to stop. I don’t think I can after this”.
“itingNo, please, don’t stop” she said in a breathless husky voice.
He kissed her again before taking her in his arms and carrying her to her bed and laid her down. She helped him remove his cloths first leaving him in his underwear and glasses. He shivered under her touch, almost afraid of what she would think about him physically. She seemed pleased by the look of it, which relieved him to no measure. Then it was his turn to help her with hers. He could hear his heart pound when he unbuttoned her jeans and slid it off her. She lifted herself up to help him. He remembered thinking she had lovely legs tone and curvy, normally missed as she always covers herself up. She had white cotton underwear underneath. He noticed that it was slightly wet also a good sign that he was on the right track. She lifted her arms up, allowing him to pull her tea shirt off her body exposing the rest of herself to his hungry eyes. Her breasts where medium sized, and full. The perfect size for his hand. Merlin, she was so beautiful so perfect. He undid her ponytail and let her hair loose, the way he always loved it and ran his fingers through. Her hair smelled like orange, so sweet, and so mild. Sirius told him once that the first time always hurt a girl and not to be surprised to see a spot of blood. He prayed it did not hurt too much for he knew that he could not stop now. What was it that Sirius said helped? Oh right licking or fingering. He could feel Hermione pull down his boxers letting him free from his confinement, a clear sign that she was waiting for him. He took a deep breath and pulled her underwear off her leaving her completely bare to his hungry eyes. She shuddered under him, and opened her legs for him urging him on. Harry then proceeded to lick her like the sweet thing she is, until he felt her arch and cry “Yes ,Yes,” before he felt her cum on his face. He looked up at her eyes to see if she still was all right. She had her eyes closed and her breath was coming out in ragged pants. He crawled up her body kissing her stomach up to her lips where he gave her another passionate kiss. He remembered how he could not stand not being inside her anymore and slid herself into her. She felt so comforting, like velvet. He slid his hands up into hers entwining their fingers before he thrust into her, desperately trying to relieve the tightness in his body. Faster and faster until he felt her walls close around him and heard her arch and shout “I’m cumming, I’m CUMMING” pushing him over the edge. “FUCK, yes, Hermione!” He groaned and He felt his balls constrict and his seed spill into her. He fell on top of her completely spent.
After catching his breath he rolled off her on his back. After a long pause, he asked her “did I hurt you love?” concern tingeing his voice.
“IT was very brief love, nothing to be concerned about” She kissed him and removed his glasses and put them on her side table. “get some sleep love you will need it”.
He was relived that he did not hurt her too much and put his head on her chest. She was right of course he needed that strength to leave Hogwarts and return to the Dursleys.
She was there from that moment on, lessening his devastation over losing Dumbledore and to comfort him in his fear over what he had to do. She was there in his shock that he was forced to watch Snape kill Dumbledore and could do nothing. When he was really desperate and in need he went to her. Now it was to the point that they slept together at all times comforting each other over the horror of it all.
Then a year later he received word that Remus was in trouble and needed help. News that shocked him to the core. He could not stand to loose him, the only piece of his father that he had left. So he and Hermione Apparated to where he was and took him to Saint Mungos. He looked dreadful, his lightly scarred face pale as a sheet, shirt open to reveal a rather nasty claw marks that he almost could see the bone, and he was barely breathing.
But it was the look that Hermione had on her face that was the shocking part of all. She had the look that someone had when someone they had loved was dying. The cruelest twist of fate that their was. The two people he loved most in life where in love with each other. As Remus healed, he noticed the looks that passed in between them, the look of lust and unresolved tension.
It was then that his world was truly rocked to the core and went away.
The sweetest price he'll have to pay
The day the whole world went away
Na na nah
Na na na, nah
Na na nah
Na na na , nah