February 27, 1998
Harry tapped his foot impatiently as he stood in the entrance of the tent. He refused to let Hermione come outside with him so when she threw a fit, he told her that he would remain in the tent as well. Well, mostly in the tent.
Ron had volunteered to go get Remus for their weekly meeting; so far, Remus hadn't found anything on the horcrux hunt either but he also gave them important news from the Order and information on Ron's family and Ella. It was nice to have a source of information but there was always the risk that Remus was captured or something of the like when he answered their patronus. Harry had accompanied him thus far but Ron had insisted on doing it himself this time, telling him that it wasn't safe for Harry to be out from behind those blood wards unless absolutely necessary.
Ron had now been gone fifteen minutes and Harry was starting to worry; it usually didn't take this long to verify the identity of both of them and then have Remus cross the wards so they could apparate him back to their camp. Usually ten minutes at max. However, Remus had told him that he was currently at Grim Place, headquarters of the Order so he was sure that he was being bombarded with questions. All the more reason Harry had acquiesced when he had said that he would go alone.
Hermione was pacing inside, muttering to herself about stupid redheads and not being able to keep their tongues to themselves. Harry snorted in laughter at her words which caused her to glare at him. He held his hands up in surrender before turning his gaze back to the trees before him. Suddenly, Ron, Remus, and a girl that he had never seen before materialized at the edge of the ward line. Harry rushed out, wand held aloft.
"Who the fuck is this?" he demanded. Ron and Remus held their hands out to calm him and the girl looked frightened.
"This is Ella, my girlfriend. Remus said that he has some information that she might be able to help us find," Ron explained. Harry narrowed his gaze; he didn't like the idea of a woman he had never met before being so close to Hermione.
"Has she been verified?" he asked, his voice low and gruff. He knew that he was still scaring her but he didn't care. Ron glared at him now.
"Yes, I verified her myself. I'm not stupid, Harry. I may not be an alpha but I know that you'd never allow someone that's a danger around Hermione," Ron told him. Harry relaxed just a little and nodded, gesturing for Ron to pull them through the wards. Hermione was busy trying to peek around his enormous body and once they were safely inside the blood wards, he moved enough that she could slip by him and throw herself into Remus' arms. The werewolf chuckled at her exuberance while Harry watched Ron snog his girlfriend right in front of them all.
When Hermione let go of Remus, the three of them went inside the tent, leaving Ron with his girlfriend. Harry doubted that they'd even get a proper introduction but he didn't blame his friend. He couldn't imagine going however long without seeing Hermione and then only getting to see her for ten minutes or so. It would be awful so he wouldn't begrudge his friend that.
Harry and Remus took seats at the table while Hermione made tea. Once she was settled in next to him and had poured them all a cup, Harry looked to Remus. The werewolf looked haggard and he wondered just what he was doing for the Order. In fact, he wondered who was running the Order that Dumbledore was dead.
"You look exhausted Remus. What is it that you're doing for the Order?" Harry asked him, concern clouding his voice. Remus shook his head.
"I can't tell you, Harry. You were never inducted into the Order and we've all taken oaths that we'll never divulge our secrets to anyone not a member. I'd lose my magic," he confessed. Harry was livid, disbelieving that they would take that step when they knew that he was the one that was supposed to kill the Dark Twat. He slammed his fists down on the table, causing Hermione to jump in fright. He instantly reached out to reassure her that he wasn't angry with her.
"That's fucking bullshite and you know it, Remus. I was never going to be inducted to the Order, surely you know that. Our esteemed Headmaster never wanted me to be a part of it, he wanted me to go on this gods-be-damned hunt and find all the pieces of his soul. How am I supposed to know what the fuck is going on if you can't tell me?" Remus sighed and raked a hand through his salt and pepper hair.
"I don't think he wanted you to know what was going on. I think he wanted you to concentrate on your mission, not on us out here fighting the fight every day. We're a distraction," Remus told him. Harry slammed his fists down again.
"I'm a fucking adult and I get to make my own decisions. I'm the one that has to kill him, the one that everyone is looking to to have all the answers. How am I supposed to do that when I don't even know what's going on inside the organization that is supposed to be backing me?" Harry yelled, his anger getting the better of him. Hermione rose and went behind him, her small hands finding his shoulders so she could try to massage his problems away. Harry calmed instantly at her touch and sighed, rubbing his eyes under his glasses.
"I'm sorry, I know this isn't your fault. I shouldn't be yelling at you. I'm just tired of being a fucking pawn for the Dark Twat and Dumbledore both," Harry confessed. Hermione bent down and hugged him around the neck from behind. He patted her arms and pulled her around until she was perched on his lap. Harry took a deep breath before speaking again.
"Please tell me what you can," he requested, hoping that there was at least something that he could be told. Remus nodded.
"The Order is experiencing more losses though I can't be specific. Everyone in the Order is giving Molly and Ginny a wide berth; it seems as though they don't want any part of taking Hermione from you. I do know that Ginny has returned to Hogwarts despite the fact that Luna Lovegood was stolen from the Hogwarts Express on her way back to school from Christmas. Neville has told me in private at Order meetings that while he runs the D.A. with Ginny, he doesn't interact with her beyond that. I'm fairly certain that Neville is an alpha himself so her actions would be heinous to him. Of course, that's all supposition on my part so take none of it for fact," Remus warned. Harry nodded. It was nice to know that he wasn't alone in how he felt about Ginny and that other alphas were just as sickened by her actions as he was.
"Can you tell me who's running the Order now that Dumbledore is gone?" Harry asked. Remus nodded, a look of confusion marring his features.
"That's actually the one thing we're not spelled to keep quiet. I wonder why. It's kind of a joint effort between Aberforth Dumbledore, Albus' brother, and Kingsley Shacklebolt. They're working together on it," Remus confessed. Harry nodded. While he barely knew Aberforth, having only met him at the pub a few times, he knew Kingsley and trusted him to look after everyone as best he could. Harry supposed that it was the best he could get. Remus seemed to understand how upset that it made him.
"If you get close to London, swing by Headquarters and I'll induct you three myself. Then you'll know everything," the werewolf offered. Harry gave a definitive nod of his head. It was very tempting but it would be a huge risk to not only himself but Hermione as well.
"We'll see if we get around there. What information do you have for me today regarding our mission?" Harry asked, hoping this time the man had a better answer than last time. Remus blew a long breath out of his lips as he met Harry's gaze.
"I'm turning up nothing on the horcruxes but when I saw that strange symbol in Hermione's book, I went to research that as well. I didn't find much since Dumbledore went through the library so stringently before he died but Ella saw my frustration. I didn't tell her what you were needing researched, only that there were little references elsewhere. She gave me the name of a French library that caters to rare and hard to find information. I thought visiting there in person might be worth a shot. She offered to show you the way by apparition and then leave you there," Harry turned to Hermione, trying to get her opinion of the matter with just a look. It was clear on her face that she wanted to go. The chance to visit a library that was full of rare texts and information was a dream for her. Harry, though, was ever cautious.
"Can we trust this girl? I know that Ron is besotted and therefore trusts her but I need an outsider's opinion. Is she a threat to Hermione? Will she try to hand us over to Death Eaters since she'll know where we're at?" Harry questioned him ruthlessly. Remus didn't seem to take offense.
"Yes, I believe that you can trust her. Though she's been with us a short time, I've been on several missions with her. She even saved my arse once. I think she's very much on our side of the war and the fact that she's just as in love with Ron as he is with her keeps you safe from her turning you over to the Death Eaters," Remus explained. Harry still didn't like it but he supposed that he had no other choice but to trust her. While Hermione researched, Ron too for that matter, Harry would stand guard and protect their backs. "I'm just sorry I couldn't bring you more information. I'll keep searching," Remus continued. Harry stood and embraced Remus in a manly hug.
"Don't worry about it, you're helping and that's what matters. We'll go check out this library and see if we can find out any information," Harry promised him. Remus embraced Hermione once more and Harry listened as she made him promise to keep himself safe. They watched him leave the tent and walk through the blood wards, disapparating on the spot. Even though they had been outside the whole time, Ron and Ella had a thoroughly shagged look about them. Harry kept his face neutral as she regarded him for the first time at Ron's side.
"You're supposed to guide us to a library, is that correct?" he asked her. Hermione grabbed his hand and smiled at the blonde girl. Ella nodded.
"Yes, Remus told me you needed to go to a special library in France, it's called Bibliothèque Nationale de France. It's a muggle library but there is a magical division as well. It would be worth a shot to at least go look for whatever it is that you're searching for," Ella stammered. Hermione elbowed Harry and glared at him.
"You're scaring her and she only wants to help us. Be nice," she scolded before turning to Ella. "I'm Hermione Granger and this is Harry Potter. We're Ron's best friends and we're so pleased to meet you. You have to excuse Harry, he's just trying to protect me and you make him nervous because he's never met you," Hermione explained. Harry groaned and Ron smirked at him. Ella, however, was very understanding.
"I understand. I don't blame him after everything Ron's mother and sister had planned for you two. I'd be scared for your safety as well," Ella told Hermione. Harry left the two girls to their own girl talk while he motioned for Ron to come and help him secure the tent. Since there were two of them, it was done quickly and Harry grabbed the beaded bag and Hermione's cloak from the bed. Since it was the day for them to move anyways, they might as well visit the library in between moves. The pair walked back outside to find that Hermione and Ella were still visiting and Hermione appeared to be telling her the story of Ron spitting up slugs because his wand had backfired. When they caught sight of the Harry and Ron, Hermione rose and came to his side, allowing him to help her into her cloak. She took her beaded bag and grabbed her wand from inside, pulling it out and disassembling the tent and then shrinking it. After placing it in the bag, she turned to Harry.
Hermione went first, walking to the ward line so she could take down her wards. It didn't take her long, putting them up is what took time. After she felt them fall, she stepped back and kept her wand at the ready. It was Harry's turn to take his wards down and then they would be vulnerable. Before he started, however, Harry turned to Ella.
"How many can you safely apparate that far?" he asked her. Ella grimaced slightly.
"Only one I think. It's quite far," she admitted. Harry sighed.
"Alright, you'll take Ron first, then Hermione, and me last. Then you're free to return to Headquarters," Harry told her. Ella nodded as Harry started working on taking down his blood wards. It didn't take long either and once they were standing there vulnerable, Harry gestured for Ella to take Ron. She grabbed his arm and disappeared. Hermione stood with her back pressed against his, wand up, for several minutes until Ella reappeared. Harry gestured for Hermione to go next.
Hermione stepped forward and took Ella by the hand, letting her turn on the spot with her. Harry's heart clenched when she disappeared out of sight but he couldn't afford to not be vigilant. It was clear that Ella wasn't near as practiced with her apparition as the trio was; her cracks were very loud and it was likely to draw attention.
Sure enough, not a minute after she had left with Hermione, spell fire started raining down on him and Harry was forced to take cover. He fought back and hoped against hope that Ella apparated to another place since she would be apparating into the middle of a battle. Just as Harry shot killing curses at two of his three attackers, hitting the mark perfectly, Ella reappeared right in the middle of their duel. She was struck with a red curse and fell to the ground, unmoving. Harry growled in frustration, knowing he needed the girl to find Hermione again.
Harry stood and left the cover he had behind the tree. He started for Ella and the one remaining Death Eater also stood and left his cover. They began to duel right over the body of Ron's girlfriend and just one rebounded curse could surely kill her. Harry wasn't sure who it was that he was up against but he waited until he saw the moment of weakness. His opponent was just a half a second too slow getting his shields up and Harry had been letting it continue to make him think that he hadn't noticed. Not the case, however, since Harry sneaked in another avada kedavra right before his shield came up. He was honestly surprised that his father's wand had let him cast such dark magic from it.
Harry made quick work, not even bothering to unmask the Death Eaters had attacked him. He didn't want to know the names of those he had killed for surely then their faces would haunt him in his dreams. He gathered their wands and stuffed them in his robe, transfigured their bodies into sticks and threw them further into the forest. It wasn't pretty and it wasn't original but it worked and that's what mattered.
Harry returned to Ella's side and felt for a pulse; there was one there but it was extremely slow. He doubted that she would wake to a regular enervate spell and knew she needed a healer. Therefore, he did the only thing he could think of and hoped that she would forgive him for it later. He reached down and opened her eyes forcibly and forced himself into her mind much like he had Snape that night in the dungeon. Rather than see her past, however, he saw her last memory and that's what he had been hoping for. He saw everything in exact detail as to where she had taken Ron and Hermione.
Harry reached down and picked her up bridal style and gripped his father's wand tightly. He turned on the spot, Ella's vision firmly in his mind. He went through the familiar squeeze of apparition and appeared right before Ron and Hermione. Both were worried, clearly, but Ron rushed forward and took her from his arms. Hermione had a slightly jealous look but it cleared quickly.
"What the fuck happened?" Ron yelled, laying Ella down on the ground so he could examine her closer. Harry started to pace when he realized that they were in a dark alley and nobody was around.
"Her apparition is quite loud. After she took Hermione, three Death Eaters appeared, I'm assuming they heard her. I had killed two of them but when she returned, she was literally right in the middle of our duel. The Death Eater hit her with a red spell so I thought it was only a stunner but her pulse is a little slow. That's not normal. You need to take her back to Headquarters, Ron, and make sure she sees a healer. When you know she's fine, you know where we'll be," Harry told him. Ron didn't waste any time. He scooped up his girlfriend, pulled his wand once more, and was gone with a soft crack.
Harry moved to Hermione and started to check her over, making sure that she was alright from the ten minutes that they had spent apart. She huffed, annoyed, but let him continue until he was satisfied. She gave him a serious look.
"Are you injured in any way?" she asked, clearly afraid of his answer. Harry shook his head.
"No, I'm perfectly fine. They didn't land a single spell. Were you seriously jealous when I showed up here with her in my arms?" he questioned her, almost harshly. Why did she continue to doubt him? Hermione wrenched away from him and glared.
"You're a complete arsehole, Harry Potter. I have one jealous moment and you blast it loudly to whoever might be listening. You get angry about it, like you instantly think I'm doubting you. Yet, you stand back every single day burning with jealousy every time I'm near Ron, every time I touch him. I feel as though you're doubting me every single day but I haven't said a word about it. I've let you deal with it on your own. How would you feel if it was the other way around and Ron had showed up with me in his arms because I was hurt? There would have been a flash of jealousy and then it would have all been worry. That's exactly how this was. Get angry all you want but more importantly, fuck off," she nearly screamed at him.
Harry watched in complete and absolute horror as she turned on her heel and stalked out of the alley and into the general populace of France. He was quick to catch up and she didn't throw his hand off her when he grabbed her arm so he didn't lose her, though he could see that she really wanted to.
Harry sighed inwardly, knowing that she was right. He had been hiding his jealousy, or he thought he had, and she had let him do it for his pride. He hadn't afforded her that same courtesy and had instantly been insulted when he hadn't considered how he would feel if he had been in her shoes. Most of all, she was probably beyond insulted because he hadn't told her his feelings and he thought that he had pulled one over on her.
Therefore, he let Hermione lead him through the crowds until they reached the library's entrance. It was best to let her cool off anyways. The library was enormous and once inside, she squinted her eyes, hoping to catch sight of just where it was that they were supposed to go for the magical section. Suddenly, Hermione caught sight of a large rune printed on the wall at the far end of the library. To muggles, it was probably just some strange sign that the ancients had put there long ago but Hermione knew what that rune meant.
Magic.
She hurried that way, eager to have new material to go through. There was just a blank space of wall where the rune was located and there didn't seem to be any other places to enter. Hermione pulled a book from a nearby shelf, thinking that possibly the books in this section were magical and they were just blocked from the muggles sight by a ward or shield. However, it turned out to be a young teen's romance novel so she sighed heavily. Harry scrunched up his face and reached out to touch the rune. Much to his surprise, he fell through the wall and into a completely different library.
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Hermione was still fuming that he had dared to get angry over a single second of jealousy when he spent most days so jealous he could hardly stand it. He hid it as though he thought she was stupid and that was even more frustrating and insulting. However, the second he disappeared from sight through that wall, she lunged through it too, not wanting him to go into danger on the other side without her. They still had no idea who was going to be there.
With a grimace, Hermione realized they should have transfigured their appearances.
Harry was on the other side and looking around in a dazed manner. When Hermione came flying through the wall, clearly distressed by his sudden disappearance, he reached out and stroked the gland on her neck, calming her almost instantly. She hated that he knew to do that.
"Sshhh, kitten, I'm not going anywhere. I'm safe. We found the magical part of the library," he told her softly. Hermione's heart was no longer beating because of the scare but because of how beautiful the library was and how much there was to learn here. Without a single word to Harry, she rushed off to find exactly where she wanted to start.
Since the symbol was located in a children's book and had been penned in, she doubted that it truly belonged there. Maybe the Headmaster had through that the symbol was connected to the story of the three brothers? Therefore, she wanted to look in wizarding myths and where they originated.
Hermione began collecting books, making Harry haul them to a table for her. As soon as she had the ones she wanted to start with, she dove in, pulling out her muggle notebook and pen. She read through hundreds of pages of information while Harry wandered around, wand out, so he could protect them.
It was several hours later that she found what she was looking for. The symbol was associated with the Deathly Hallows and it was said that the story had been turned into a children's story. The myth originated from a family called the Peverells. It seemed that the eldest brother, Antioch, had possessed the elder wand before losing it in a duel to another wizard. Cadmus Peverell had possessed the resurrection stone before he lost his mind and killed himself because he was so saddened by those who had passed before him. Finally, Ignotus Peverell was said to possess Death's own invisibility cloak, which he would wear until he was ready to die and pass it to his son.
Hermione's breath caught and she instantly knew exactly what Dumbledore had planned for Harry. First though, she needed proof. Hermione motioned for Harry to come help her put all her books up and then help her in the genealogy section. Harry gave her a strange look but said nothing as she began to pile the books back into his arms. When she had seven piled there, she gestured with her head that it was enough.
Hermione spent the next two hours combing through them, looking for a copy of the Potter family line that went back far enough to contain the Peverells. Finally, in the last book she put in Harry's arms, there it was. His complete family tree clear back to the beginning of magic. Not only was he a descendant of Ignotus Peverell, he was also a descendant of Godric Gryffindor, something that shouldn't have surprised her in the least.
Hermione quickly copied the page into her notebook and noted the book that it had come from. She wondered if Britain had a copy of this book, if that was why he hadn't been hailed as the heir of Gryffindor as well. Surely Gringotts would know. However, that would have to wait until after the war. She gestured to Harry that she was finished and then started putting her books back. Just as she was reshelving them, Ron appeared, clearly agitated.
"You think they could have made it any more difficult to get through that damn wall?" he groused but Hermione just smiled. It was clear that he was upset but was trying to hold it together. She turned to meet his gaze.
"We're done here, I found what we needed in regards to the symbol. We'll come back tomorrow and look for the other things," she told them. Besides, it was already after dark and they needed to set up the tent and get dinner together before the revelation.
The trio hurried through the library to find the exit. Once outside, they quickly found a secluded alley and Hermione allowed Harry to take her hand so he could apparate them to their newest camp site. She wasn't sure where he took them this time and honestly, it didn't matter. They were running out of places to hide and they were already re-using them. The Death Eaters knew they were hiding too, hence why they had found Harry so easily and quickly after Ella had left with her.
Both boys watched her back while she spent the next ten minutes putting up her set of wards and then Hermione watched Harry's back while he put up his blood wards. Ron set up the tent and fixed everything inside so they could stay there for the next few days. Once they were set, Harry sat her down at the table and asked for answers. Hermione gave him a tired look.
"Harry, I will tell you everything after dinner. Right now, I'm starving. I didn't eat lunch and I feel lightheaded. This is like one my study marathons from third year," Harry sighed and ran a hand through his hair before nodding.
"Alright, I'll throw something together for dinner and you go lay down. I don't need you getting sick or dizzy. We'll eat and you'll tell us everything," he told her. Hermione nodded her compliance and stood to do as he asked. However, she changed into a pair of flannel pants and a long sleeved tee shirt with no bra first. She was so exhausted that she barely heard Harry call her to the table for dinner.
Hermione rose and found that Harry had roasted a chicken and potatoes for them since they had just gone shopping a few days before. The string beans looked fresh though Hermione knew they were frozen. It was a delicious meal that was eaten in near silence. Ron could clearly feel the tension between them and was clueless as to why it was there. When they had finished eating, Ron put the dishes on to wash and Hermione found herself in her usual seat on the couch, Harry next to her. He leaned down and picked up one of her feet and started rubbing her instep and Hermione couldn't help the groan of pleasure. However, they were here for business and this was the time she had agreed to spill.
"How is Ella, Ron?" Hermione began. Ron brushed his hair back and nodded.
"It was a stunning spell but it also acted as a paralyzing agent, that's why her pulse was so slow. It took a bit for Madam Pomfrey to get it worked out. Fleur helped and now she's fine. Just sore," he told them, clearly relieved. Hermione smiled at him.
"I'm happy, Ron. I would have felt terrible if something had happened to her," she told him before turning to meet Harry's eyes.
"That symbol that Dumbledore wrote all over that book actually originates from a myth that was later turned into the story of the Three Brothers. You've both read it, Ron, you grew up on it. I learned today that the story was based on events that happened that later became myth. Three brothers by the names of Antioch, Cadmus, and Ignotus Peverell were the three brothers that cheated death. The elder wand went to Antioch, the resurrection stone to Cadmus, and the invisibility cloak to Ignotus. I'm not sure what happens if a person were to possess all three but I'm sure that it would be catastrophic," Hermione paused, taking a gulp of water before continuing, "I then got suspicious of Harry's cloak. He's had it for years, Dumbledore before that, his father before that. Cloaks like that don't last that long. So I researched Harry's bloodline," she said, dropping the bomb on them quickly.
"Harry is a direct descendant of Ignotus Peverell, not to mention Godric Gryffindor. I have the tree copied down if you don't believe me," Harry and Ron sat in stunned silence for several minutes. It was finally Harry that broke it.
"You're telling me that my invisibility cloak is truly Death's own cloak?" he questioned her. Hermione gave a half-hearted shrug.
"If you're one to believe that all myths come from true events and then take the fact that Ignotus was supposedly gifted a cloak that he passed to his son. It's been passed down the line until you, Harry. It would explain why it has never had to be re-enchanted," she lectured. Harry narrowed his eyes at her and pressed his thumb deep into the tissue of her foot, making her eyes roll back in her head.
"Why do you think Dumbledore left you that bloody book?" he asked her. Hermione was almost languid as he continued his assault on her foot.
"I think he wanted you to find them all for some reason. They must be powerful, though I'm not sure what they do. You already have the cloak and I know you suspect that the wand that You-Know-Who stole from Dumbledore's tomb was the elder wand. That means you need the resurrection stone and to somehow win that wand back, though I'm not sure where it is or how to go about doing that," Hermione groaned out. Suddenly, the assault on her foot stopped and she looked up to see that Harry was angry.
"Why couldn't that old bastard have just told me anything straight up and bluntly? It would have saved us so much time wasted and heartache," Hermione gave him a soft smile, forgetting for a moment that she was angry at him.
"I know, Harry. We'll go back tomorrow and I'll see if I can make out what it all means to have all three. I'll research the horcruxes too. Maybe they have information on them that Britain has hidden away," Harry sighed heavily and nodded. Hermione smiled brightly.
"Stop being negative. Yes, it's terrible and it's not nice that he kept it from you. However, we've discovered what they are and how you're tied to them. We're a step closer so be happy," she chastised him. Harry blinked stupidly at her a few times before smiling at her.
"As you wish," he cheeked back.
Hermione pulled her foot from his lap and stood, heading for the bedroom, calling out a goodnight to the boys. She was in the mood to just crawl in bed and die she was so tired. Just as she had crawled under the blanket, Harry appeared but said nothing as he undressed down to his boxers. He got in bed behind her and snuggled up against her, his hand coming up her shirt to cup her breast like he did every night. He breathed in the scent of her hair and spoke.
"I'm sorry, kitten, you were completely right. I have been more jealous lately and I haven't said anything because I didn't want you to change. I love you how you are and I can control my jealousy. I shouldn't have hidden it from you though. I shouldn't have gotten angry at your second of jealousy either because if it had been the other way around, I would have been livid and then jealous and then worried. I hope that you can forgive me," Harry said to the back of her head, his breath warming her neck. Hermione sighed and rolled over to face him, her hands stroking his stubbly jaw. She wished that he would leave stubble all the time; it was decidedly sexy.
"Of course, I forgive you. I just don't like it when you assume that I'm stupid and then think you have the right to get angry at me for doing the exact same as you. This relationship won't work that way, Mr. Big and Tough Alpha. You may be the alpha and I may be the omega but we are still partners and that means we're equal," she preached to him. Harry moved his head to the side so he could press his lips to each one of her fingers that were stroking his jaw.
"I swear it, kitten. We'll be honest about our feelings from here on out and we'll try not to get angry at one another over them," he said. Hermione nodded happily and snuggled her face into his chest this time. Harry slipped an arm under her neck so he could hold her shoulders close and put the other arm over her waist so he could slide his hand down to rise on the swell of her arse. Hermione basked in his scent and let it pull her under.
After all, they had made a discovery today and hopefully, tomorrow, they would make others.
A/N- Here we are folks, another chapter down. No smut but since you've had smut for the last however many chapters, I don't feel bad for you (: I really hope you enjoyed this chapter and I thank you for reading. Leave me a message after the beep and let me know what you think.