A/N- Well its finally here everyone, I know I said that I would wait until tomorrow but my family is getting together tomorrow since we couldn't Christmas day and i'll busy most if not all of the day. Lord knows it has been a long and draining process trying to get this chapter out but after months of battling with the legal system and coming out on top I present the eighth chapter to The Path Less Chosen. I love you guys so much that I cant wait to hear all of the wonderful things that you'll have to say about this chapter. I do have a few warnings for you guys though. This chapter has both torture and ,by your unanimous request, a fairly detailed sex scene and I bet you I dont have to say between which two characters. Now this is my first attempt at writing any type of Lemon scene so tell me what you think. Did you like it, love it, did it need more detail, less detail ect. I have faith that since this is a never before see chapter that all of my little lovelies will leave me a review. There are over 50 of you and your reviews are what I live for after all. Please enjoy the story and im sorry if its not that best work in the world since im a little rusty. Read my Lovelies! READ!

The person who had been staging as Griffon awoke when a very sharp pain exploded in the side of his head. Looking up in shock he tried to move and yet was unable to because of the body bind that they had placed on him moments before. He looked up at all of them with a desperate look on his face but when it showed that no one there was going to stand up and help him he put on a look of disgust and anger.

" Who are you really and why did you you attack me?" Harry asked but the only answer that he got was a glob of spit on his forehead. Giving the man a sneer that would have had Snape if begging for lessons, Harry wiped the spit of his face and back handed the man so hard that he rolled and pit blood out of his mouth. He looked up in hatred but a small vial of clear potion turn his expression into one of amusement.

" Ive already taken the antidote and my master has already administered a long lasting potion that will kill me if mixed with Veritaserum. You wont be getting anything from me you half-blood peice of shit!" He snapped.

Harry and Croaker both looked at each other as a very savage grin appeared on Harry's face. Croaker let out a loud sigh but nodded his head in agreement. As soon as he was given approval a twinkle the would rival the late headmaster's lit up Harry's eyes. Taking off his dragonhide gloves, and rolling up his sleeves he gave a look to Headmistress. " You might wanna leave for this. I dont want you to be subjected to this."

"Harry this man, who ever he is, just infiltrated my school and tried to kill someone while under my watch I would like to get answers as of why." she said sternly and he shrugged his shoulders.

" Dont say that I didn't warn you." he mumbled turning to face the man who was now looking a little worried about what Harry was insinuating. " Why are you here?

The man answered with another glob of spit that Harry banished with a wave of his and hand the man on the ground snapped out like a dog on a leach. " I know your rules and regulations. You cant do anything to me, you have to take me to the DMLE!" he said, but when Harry only smiled at his remark he didnt feel so sure.

" Normally you would be correct." Croaker cut in, " But you have made one very big mistake."

" Not many people know this, but im an Unspeakable, and you just tried to take my life. That puts your smug pure blooded ass right under my jurisdiction. And while we cant use the more orthodox and humein way of getting you to spill the beans, I personally like the muggle style much better." He said but the man looked at him in horror and confusion. " You know, the one where there is a lot of screaming and pain coming from the person who has the information that I want."

"You aren't seri-" he started but another quick backhand from Harry interrupted him. " Im sorry but I dont think that you get it old man, unless you are ready to tell me why in the hell you tryed to kill me, then you dont get to speak.

The other man looked at him in fear but kept a non-compliant look on his face. Harry gave him an amused nod and ripped the man's robs opened to reveal his bare chest. Walking over to one of the tables he grabbed a few of the silvers spoons off of the table and walked back over to the man. " This is your last chance. Feel like loosening those lips?"

After about a minute with no reply Harry snapped his fingers and a miniature version of Fiendfyre erupted to the size of a baseball in the palm of his hand. Slowly moving the spoon closer to the fire as soon as it got a few centimeters from the flame it started to melt and drip onto the exposed skin below. The man grit his teeth refusing to let out a yell of pain and continued to do so until Harry had melted the spoons all over his chest, stomach, and some on his neck and face. " Is that all you got boy? It's going to take a lot more than that to make me screa- "AHHHHH" the man was interrupted as Harry summoned the silver that had re-hardened on the mans body and a painful yell bounced off the walls of the tent.

Large pieces of flesh attached to the silver was removed as well leaving large wounds all over his body. Stifling his urge to cry out he just looked up at Harry and said nothing. He started to whimper as the process was done once again, this time he let out a shriek as muscle was ripped from the fleshless parts of his body. His torso was a mangled husk of torn flesh, muscle, and blood but the man still held firm. It was at this point that the headmistress was no longer able to watch it and Harry was glad that she left because he was holding off on her behalf. Once she was sure to be gone he proceeded to do it once more but this time he let the liquid metal drip onto the man's face. At this point he was crying profusely but still said nothing. When the sliver was summoned Griphon's throat was torn to shreds at the scream that he let out. Most of his face including a good portion of his nose was removed with the silver and Harry threw the metal down.

" Is there anything that you would like to tell me?" Harry asked.

" P-p-please, y-you do-dont kn-n-ow wh-h-what he's l-l-like." The man sobbed but Harry held no sympathy for the man that had just tried to kill him.

Shaking his head Harry looked down at him. " Sorry to tell you but that's the wrong answer." Whipping out his wand he put it about and inch away from what was left of his cheek.

"Accio, molar." Was all that he said and with a pop and a rip the tooth tore itself out of its socket and through his cheek attaching to the tip of Harry's wand. " I would like you to know that I can do this all night. I will remove all of your fucking teeth one by one and force feed you skele-gro so in a few hours I can start again."

" NO, no , no, no, p-please I-i-i- ill t-tell you wh-wh at I k-now!" He shouted in horror. Smiling, Harry pushed his wand to the man's cheek and after a whispered incantation his face started to stitch itself back together. After a few strained breaths and coughing up a little blood he started. " The Master sent me. I do not know his actual no so dont ask, but he said now that both Voldemort and Dumbledore were taken care of it was time that we started the take over. He gave me a file and sent me here to take care of you. I'm a metamorphmagus so I was the perfect person for the job."

Harry laughed before he said anything to the man. " If he was afraid of Dumbledore and Voldemort then why is he attacking now? Im more powerful than either of them so why is he so keen to take over when im in town."

" Afraid, no he was never afraid of the likes of them. Their power was no match for his, he simply didn't wish to fight a battle on two fronts with you in the middle. They might not have been able to defeat him one at a time, but if the three of you put aside your quarl to take out a bigger threat then that could have ruined his entire plan. So he decided to wait, and now he finally has everything that he need ready to take this place by storm."

" You forget one thing, that im here and I don't plan on letting anyone take anything." Harry quipped.

" Youre a fool if you think that you will be able to stop him. He killed the real Griphon and didn't even get a scratch. Ive seen that man wield magic that even your dark lord would be wary to touch."

Harry looked at him with a pondering fae before he spoke next. " Then you wont mind me taking a peak?"

Without waiting for an answer Harry broke through the mans mind like a tsunami on a sandbar. He pulled every memory that he could find about The Master to the forefront of the mans mind and brought them into his own memories. If he were a lesser man he might have gotten sick at some of the things that he was transferring into his mind, but after the last war and some of the things that he seen and done there was nothing that really got his stomach turning.

When he pulled out his mind was a blur of images that he would have to sort out as soon as possible. He looked down and saw that the man was little more than shrivelling husk with a broken mind. Letting his natural Occlumency skills start working on deciphering the mess, he searched the man until he found the thing that he was sure that he would. Pulling a timed portkey out of one the mans many pockets he activated it and threw it on top of his body. He was hoping that whoever got it would take it back to The Master if he wasn't getting it himself. Harry saw what type of warfare Dumbledore played and it was the type that got everyone around you slaughtered. Harry learned long ago that war was a terrible thing, but he also learned that taking prisoners was not an option. In his mind, the man that he just sent away had personally just started a war and he also had been its first casualty.

Turning to Croaker, the man was shocked when Harry gave him the most serious look that he had ever seen on the younger mans face. " I need to go tell the Headmistress about our finding. I want the entire auror and hit-wizard force in a room and awaiting my arrival in fifteen minutes and the Unspeakables waiting in thirty. I saw what this "Master" can do and what forces are at his disposal. If he plans on an all out attack we might be in some deep shit. He is better prepared, more organized, and has more men at his disposal than Voldemort ever did."Without waiting for an answer Harry walked out of the tent and up to the castle.

Hermione was sitting in the lounge with a few of the other Unspeakables when Croaker walked in the room. She started to throw him a cheerful hello but when she saw the way that he was carrying himself and the fact that Harry wasn't with him, she knew that something was wrong.

" What happened? Where's Harry?" She asked standing up.

" Griphon, or at least who everyone who thought was Griphon, just tried to kill Harry. After we interrogated him, we found out that he was sent by someone who calls themselves The Master. His job was to get rid of the last heavy hitter that was left in Magical Britain. Harry survived but in the process of going through the man's mind he found very disturbing things. If Harry is to be trusted, which he is, then this guy is coming for us and he is coming with a force that makes Voldemort look like a school yard is talking to Minerva as we speak, but he will be heading this way soon. Ive already gotten the entire auror force waiting in a conference room waiting for him to arrive any minute. He want's everyone here once he's finished with them. " He told her.

Jumping up, Hermione was in in a mixed state of shock and rage at the person who would dare attack Harry. She still had no idea what he was truly capable of, since she had come to the conclusion that he had been holding back dramatically in their fight. She had been too scared to fight at her full potential like she could when she was focused, but even with his hold on both power and skill he had wiped the floor with her. For anyone to attack him, meant that they had to be extremely powerful or extremely stupid. She was betting on the later since the man had taken himself out of the tournament with his own spell. " Wait, why are we just sitting and waiting if this guy is coming for us, shouldn't we be preparing or warning people?"

" Hermione it will be fine calm down. He wasn't expecting to attack until after Harry was dealt with so that it would be smooth sailing. Now that his plan has backfired we don't think that he will be attack us so soon. Harry seemed on edge after he pulled out of the guys mind, I don't know who this guy is or what Harry saw that made him go commander mode but if there is one thing that I know about Harry is that if he is serious and he tells you what to do, then you do it. I dont know what it is about that boy but it almost seems as if he was born to lead, and that includes matters that involve battle and war. Instead of trying to tell me everything that he saw and waste time, he sent me ahead to make sure that everyone is ready. Now while I see the gears turning, I cant permit you to go after Harry, you need to go find everyone that you can and bring them back here."

She gave him a nod and started to walk out of the room. Turning back she asked him a quick question. " How close was it?"

" If it hadn't been for McGonagall turning to get her glasses then Harry would have taken a killing curse to the back and there wouldn't have been anything to bring him back this time."

Not saying anything else for the fear of losing control of herself, she turned back towards the door and walked off. There were a thousand things going through her head at the moment and she had to brace herself against the wall for a second. Everything that was swimming through her thoughts had to do with one person in particular, and that was the person who almost took a killing curse to the back tonight. She had no idea what she would have done if they would have actually killed Harry but she knew that it wouldn't have been good. There was something that was bubbling within her that confused her greatly, it was a sense of want or need that she had never felt before. To a lesser extent, she had felt something similar when she had first gone to America but at the time she was able to just ignore it. It hit her again after Croaker told them how close Harry had came to dying today. What she felt in America was like comparing a firecracker to a nuclear bomb, and the shock hit her with such force that she had to stop because of the emotional turmoil that her body was in.

"What the hell is wrong with me?" She yelled into the empty hallways. Her emotions were swelling up threatening to take control of her, as they spontaneously meshed together. Happiness, sadness, anger, fear, regret, confusion, all flooded her senses. She was ecstatic that Harry was still alive and angry that someone would dare try to take him away again, she was saddened by the fact that so soon after Voldemort, another one come to take his place and this time around Harry still couldn't catch a break. Her fear derived from the fact that when ever she thought of Harry half of her thoughts went back to the time that he was attacking Neville. She had been unprepared to handle someone like that and neither of them had much of a chance. Deep down she knew that Harry would never hurt her purposely but deeper down there was something, a primal instinct, that flinched away from the alpha predator. And what was this last one? Love? This is what confused her them most, did she really love Harry? How can she love the person who also terrified her as well? She didn't know the answer to that question but it didn't make her emotions any less true.

She started walking again, even with her mind racing she knew that Harry and Croaker put faith in her to round up the rest of the people. Still lost in her thoughts she went from one door to the other and to some of the more unusual study departments to get everybody to head towards the main lobby. After she was sure that everyone had been told about the impending meeting she herself started to head back when a thought that had yet to cross her mind came to the forefront. Was how she feeling now similar to how Harry felt the night that she had told him she was leaving? She knew that she would see him again one day, but he didn't at the time. She never got around to telling that part of the story, and after she left she figured that it would be best if she just focused on her new life and put the old one far away. The thought of never seeing Harry again made her want to rip her own heart out of her chest, and she knew that was how Harry was feeling that night as well. It would have been so much worse for him though, he had just finished fighting a war, almost everyone that he looked up to had been killed, friends that he knew had been slain, and had accepted death to give everyone else a chance.

No wonder he didn't want, or know how to say anything. How could she have been so stupid as to have not thought about this before. When she first started missing Harry so much that she would cry to herself sometimes, how did she not think of how much more he must have been going through. She should have stayed, told him the truth behind her leaving, and told him her feelings from the start. Now another war was on its way, or so it seemed, and they were just as damaged as they were the first time around. She had to pull herself together or there was no way that she was going to be able to keep herself in check when he showed up. Squaring her shoulders she walked back into the room and began waiting for Harry to arrive.

" Are you sure about this Harry?" She asked with a heavy sigh.

Harry nodded. " His power level is off the charts. I haven't been able to sort through all of the new memories yet but from the few that ive been able to decipher he is far stronger than Dumbledore and Voldemort, hell he is more powerful than me right now, and I don't know if I would be able to stop him one on one. I've never seen this power before, and we don't have the time to wait for my magic to mature completely but I don't know if I can beat him without my full potential."

" You must have more faith in yourself, just an hour ago, you wiped the floor with the most powerful wielders of magic within England, myself included, and I have decades of experience that you don't."

" But so does he, and he wield his power with a skill that makes Dumbledore look like he should be sent back to school! The man wasn't lying when he said that The Master took out Griphon without so much a scratch, he toyed with him like a first year and then plowed through the man like he wasn't even there." He said and McGonagall hung her head.

She had known Griphon for years, he and Dumbledore and a sort of rivalry within the ICW even though it was always friendly. He was a very powerful wizard, on par with Dumbledore and Voldemort and if what Harry was saying was true then he had a reason to fear the man, they all did. The most impressive magic that she had ever witnessed had came from the previous headmaster, and now that his old rival was dead there were few who would be able to help Harry in the ways that he needed it. It was then that someone popped into her mind that she knew would take a bit of time to find. To the rest of the world he and his wife were dead and had been since Harry's first year, but she knew better than that. Dumbledore would have never sacrificed the life of someone so important just because of a very small possibility.

" Harry I have an idea, but it is nothing that I can elaborate just yet. I may know of a man that could help you far more than you know. It might take some time to track him down but if i succeed then his help could prove to be invaluable. " She told him as she peered at him over her spectacles.

Harry nodded with full faith in his old Professor. " Well then I will leave you be, so that you can start working on that immediately. I have to repeat this two more times and for some reason I doubt that its going to get any easier."

" I dont know how Mr. Potter but we will find a way through this." She told him with a nod and a second later he stepped through the floo and sped off towards the ministry.

It was an hour later than Harry finally made his way down to the Department of Mysteries. He had just debriefed the DMLE to the upcoming threat, and no one was more pleased that they had doubled the budget for the auror corpe than he was. During the war with Voldemort the aurors had be undertrained, had shabby equipment, and were heavily understaffed; but this time they would be ready and this time they were already given permission to use lethal force. Any enemy of Wizarding England was a dead man walking, and that included whoever "The Master" was.

As the elevator stopped Harry walked out to see that every Unspeakable was waiting for his arrival, and was shocked when a small black blur shot out of the crowd and nearly tackled him to the ground. Looking down he saw that it was Hermione, and suddenly he stiffened in her arms, he could hear small whimpers, letting him know that she had been crying, and he guessed that she had already heard of his near death experience. Slowly he reach around and embraced her and nearly lost his composure at how at home he felt. He had missed this, Hermione was the first person to ever hug him, and for the longest time she was the only person he had allowed to hug him as well. Over the last five years he had almost forgotten how amazing it was to feel her warmth and from behind his mask a single tear of both sadness and joy fell down his cheek. Harry had know idea what was happening, but it was like all of the anger he had bottled up, all of the pain and sadness that he had felt over the last five years, and the enormous weight that he had on his shoulders was slipping away in her embrace. As much as he wanted to fight it and stay angry he couldn't bring himself to let go of her, and by the time that they separated he was drained of all the negative emotions that he had towards her, the only thing left was the want to keep her safe in the upcoming war. He knew that she would fight, so he needed to stop it before he began.

" Harry what can you tell us?" Croaker said beginning the meeting.

" I dont know his actual name, but his servants call him The Master. He has an army that Voldemort would have killed for, hundreds of dark wizards well versed in the dark arts, and trained for the battle field. These won't be like the uncoordinated death eaters that we're used to fighting, this will be a trained army, it will take everything that the DMLE has to counter it effectively. Not only that but he has creatures as well, trolls, a few giants, Vampires, inferni, werewolves, Dementors, he even has a fucking dragon as a familiar. He has been planning this since Voldemort's first downfall and he is very well prepared. Unfortunately that isn't the worst of it, including his army he is the most powerful magic user that ive ever seen. His power outmatches easily Voldemorts, and his knowledge over magic far outmatches Dumbledore. I honestly dont think that I can beat him head on, and that is what worries me the most." Harry told them and he could tell that none of them were liking what they were hearing. " He doesn't plan on doing this like Voldemort did, he doesn't have a terrorist group that will be working with guerilla warfare, this is a trained army and he will be marching them into England like one. We will have large scale battles on our hands, hundreds of wizards at once doing battle, unfortunately I fear this may be the end of the Statute of Secrecy."

" What are we going to do? We have the manpower to take on his wizard armies, but the dark creatures that he has with him will be very problematic. Not only that if he is more powerful than Umbra then there is a very slim chance of victory." One of the other Unspeakables spoke out but Croaker held his hand out to silence him.

" If this threat is as big as you say then we will be able to get the help of the indigenous creature population to help us. I know the centaurs will fight for their homeland, as will the unicorns, and with the income of dark creatures into their territory the Griffins and and hippogriffs will help as well." He said before he turned to Harry. " Harry we don't know the extent of your power. I've never seen you magically exhausted before, so you can't know how powerful you really are. Just because you haven't had to use the type of magic that he did doesn't mean that you can't."

Harry just shook his head. " I don't know Croaker, I can feel the magic inside of me and I just have this feeling that I wouldn't be able used magic of that caliber with him. Some of the spells he uses ive never even heard of before, and ive pretty much memorized every book in the department. Maybe if I had a few more years of growth, if I was able to hit the final stage in my magical growth, but right now he is just too powerful for me alone."

Both Croaker and Hermione gave him a look and Croaker answered, " Well I know how you are when you start doubting yourself, so tomorrow we are going to see just what you can do. Me and a few select others are going to run a few tests just to see what your maximum power really is."

" Guys, I want training to be kicked into overdrive starting tomorrow you are to act like at any second a war could break out, and that means more determination, harder training, research, information gathering, the works. If a wizard from across the pond so much as sneezes in our direction I want a report on him within an hour. Tonight go home and enjoy your loved ones because soon there won't be a time to enjoy an evening with them."

As soon as everyone had left Harry and Hermione were the only two that were left in the department. Harry had gone into Croakers office and grabbed one of the older looking bottles of wine and popped the cork out of it. He took a long swig of it before he looked in her direction, she was standing off in one of the small corners of the quite large office. She was looking at her feet like a child that knew they were about to be scolded for something or another. He looked at her for a while and when it was obvious that she wasn't going to start the conversation he took another gulp and started to begin but she cut him off last second.

" When the told me that you had been attacked, I finally realized what it was that you were feeling that night. So hopeless, so alone and afraid,thinking that you were never going to see the person that you loved again. Seeing all of the times that you shared together flash in front of your eyes just for a split second and knowing that you were never going to have another one of those moments again. Im so sorry I didn't know what I was doing to you on the inside, I couldn't understa-"

Harry had put up his hand. " You still don't understand, and thats the problem because you think that you do. It wasn't just the fact that I would never see your face again, or hear you laugh, or share another moment with you. I would have been able to live at ease this those memories if you would have died in the war. For a while I would have been devastated, broken hearted, but I would have been able to move on like I did with Cedric, and Sirius, and Dumbledore, or any of the others. What cut the worst was the fact that you were walking out on the memories that we shared. It was that after seven years, you spit on our memories, and our friendship just so you can fulfil a point to yourself that you never needed to." He told her.

" Harry I had to leave so I could-" she started

" Could what? Prove that you didnt get everything because you were a part of the golden trio? That despite the fact that you were the smartest witch of our age people would just give you a job because you were my friend? You had everyone in the ministry banging on your doorstep before we took our NEWTS and you still felt the need to leave. That split second of thinking you were never going to see someone again and all the emotions that you felt, try dealing with that for five years because of that person. How am I supposed to feel? Happy that youre back, or mad because you left in the first place, or sad that we no longer know each other? How about sickened at the fact that while I used to be the one to protect you now i'm the one that make you flinch away?"

Hermione could hardly process the emotional concept of feeling everything thing that she had felt when Croaker told her how close to death Harry had become, but also knowing that Harry would have been the cause of all the pain that she had been feelings as well. To have so much pain and misery because of the person who you were mourning the loss of. The conflicting emotions inside her felt like they would rip her apart, and didn't know what to do.

"Harry what can I say, what can I do to make things right between us." She asked as she watched him take another swig. " All I want to do is go back to the way things were before."

Harry let out a half hearted laugh that was filled with so much emotion that Hermione couldn't tell which one was the most prominent. " There is no path that will lead us back to the way that we were. Those people are dead, that Harry was a weak minded fool! Always following orders, only perceiving things in the way that people told me instead of finding out on my own. I am no longer the boy that I used to be, and you are no longer the Hermione that I once knew. You strut around with a confidence you didn't have before, the bushy headed book worm that I remember has been replaced by a warrior, a trained Hit-Witch with both power and skill. No, there is no way back and the best that we can hope for is a new path where all this pain is gone. A path where this bottle, isn't the only thing that can give me peace."

Hermione for the first time in her life had no answers to the problem at hand. They had both suffered, Harry much more that she had but in the end that amount of pain wasn't the biggest problem. It was the fact that they were still hurting that was the main roadblock that she faced. She swore that she would take her real reasons for leaving to the grave with her, but she knew that the right thing to do now was to come clean. He had a right to know why, and by how much her absence affected him she had little doubt that he had felt the same way.

"I didn't really leave because I was worried that I would just be thrown into a job because I was your friend. I swore all the way back when you were seeing Ginny that I would never tell anyone this because I thought that you were happy, and that you and her were going to have a really good life together. I left because I couldn't watch you and her be happy from the sidelines when I had feeling for you. Leaving was the only way to make sure that I would be shielded from the pain I would have felt. I knew that if I told you the truth you would have convinced me to stay and I would have pretended to be happy for you, but it would have killed me inside. I almost told you that night, but I never had the chance. I thought that I was finally over you so I figured that I would be able to come back and smooth things over, but i'm not. I never was and now I know that I made a terrible mistake by leaving you here alone. I cause the person that I loved so much pain and now I have no idea how i'm supposed to fix it."

" Y-you loved me." Harry said filled with such a world breaking shock that he could do nothing as the bottle slipped from his hand and shattered on the floor letting the last of the wine pool at his feet. Hermione couldn't look him in the eyes, as she nodded her head. His world turned, all of the thoughts that ran through his head threatened to overwhelm is Occlumency powers and it was all that he could do to talk. " Do you still love me?"

" Yes." Was her simple reply and as the words left her lips she slowly slid the wall crying for everything. For everything that she had put him through, for all of the pain those years had cause her, for missing out on years of her friends lives, for missing five years that she could have been spending with the man across from her. For not coming back once Neville found her and told her how bad Harry had become. Everything came crashing down around her and this time she was going to let it. She deserved to feel this way, deserved the pain that she was experiencing and she was finally giving in.

Harry looked down at her sob wrecked body and did the only thing that came to his mind. He walked over and knelt down beside her before gently wrapping his arms around her. He held her while she let years of pain finally wash over her and silent tears rolled down his face. She threw her arms around his neck and held on with everything that she could. She pulled back and looked at him still crying and did the thing that she should have done that night five years ago. She leaned forward and locked her lips onto his pushing every emotion and all of thefeeling that she had suppressed all those years into the kiss. Harry had kissed Cho while she was crying, but it was nothing like this, no kiss that he had ever had felt like this. At first he was shocked and wanted to pull away but in a millisecond that thought completely evaporated from his mind as he grabbed that back of her head and deepened the kiss with everything that he was. He put his heart, his soul, and his entire being into that one moment, and he could think of nothing else but the woman in front of him. Hermione had used work to dull the emotions while Harry had used the bottle, but now they had let the dam burst and now only found solace within each other.

Hermione let out a soft moan as Harry's hand found its way up her shirt and slowly caressed her breast. He had years of experience in knowing how to please a woman and it was definitely showing while Hermione on the other had very little experience in that area. She lost her virginity to a boyfriend that she had while in America, they had been going out almost a year when one day he just up and left. After that she didn't pursue a relationship with anyone and just focused on working her way up. But even then the pleasure that she felt was nothing compared to what Harry was doing to her right now. Somewhere deep in her mind she knew that they both shouldn't be doing this, but she couldn't stop herself anymore. This was the one thing that she had been waiting for since before she had ever left and now that the impossible was coming true she was powerless to fight against her lust.

Inside Harry's head there was a voice that was telling him that he was going to regret this in the morning but it was tiny compared to everything else that he was feeling. He didn't know what this would bring about for their relationship but he felt that this was right. He had slept with dozens of girls in the past five years but no emotion, no experience had felt like this, and at this point they still had their clothes on. Harry picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his torso as he apparated back to his apartment. Without skipping a beat her walked them into his room and with a snap both of them were completely naked. He gasped he got a full look at her naked body underneath him. She was the most beautiful thing that he had ever laid eyes on, her long black hair flowing over her shoulders, her beautiful breast that fit perfectly inside his hands, her slim body that molded perfectly with his. He didn't care that just hours ago, they had hardly been on speaking terms, at this point he had already forgiven her for everything, he just needed to love her right now with everything that he was, and he could tell that she was thinking the same thing.

She was looking him over with those deep brown eyes and she couldn't even process the amount of love and lust that was running through her mind. He was so amazing that she felt that she was about to have sex with a god. His body was nothing but muscle from all of his training, he knew just how to please her in every way and it seemed that he knew what she wanted before she did. She raked her nails down his back as she felt his hand trail down her body until his fingers found her folds. He slowly push one finger in and then another and she bit down on his shoulder as she felt a knot of pleasure started to build in her abdomen. She found his member which was a quite a bit larger than the other one that she had seen and slowly started to stroke him and she felt proud as a deep growl escaped his lips. It was a primal, almost predatory, growl that made shivers down her spine and goosebumps pop up on her skin.

Harry clamped his mouth down on her collarbone and started planting kisses and bites down her chest until he found one of her nipples and gently captured it between his teeth. She couldn't help but arch her back and the combined effort of his mouth and fingers doing things to her body and bringing her pleasures she didn't know existed. He slowly trailed his way down lower and her breath hitched in her chest as she realized what he was about to do. There was nothing that she could do to stifle the load throaty yell that she let out as she felt his warm tongue start exploring her entrance. Never stopping the movements of his fingers he brought her to the very edge of a climax before he started to make his way back up her body. She was so close that she couldn't do much more that give him a pouty face when he finally looked back up at her.

Smiling he gave her another passionate kiss and she could still taste her arousal on his lips. " I need you inside me now." She almost growled. A second later a flash of blue entered her lower regions and she knew that he had cast a protection charm.

He started to align himself up and right as he was about to gently push in, Hermione wrapped her legs around him and forcefully rammed him inside of her. Both of them let out a series of different moans as he started to pump deeper and deeper into her. Harry could hardly believe how amazing that she felt. It was like he was thrusting into a velvety vicegrip she was so tight, but it still seemed that he fit perfectly inside her. He could feel the pressure building up in his loins but he forced it back down, not ready to end it so quickly.

Harry was surprised when Hermione flipped them over with a strength that he didn't know that she had. At this point they were both glistening with sweat, and he was shocked at how beautiful that she looked while she gripped a chunk of her hair and bit her lip while bouncing up and down on top of him. Placing a hand on her hips he started to penetrate even deeper meeting her half way with every thrust. His other hand found its way to her breast and she let out a hiss as he pinched her nippled between his thumb and forefinger. She leaned down and he caught her other niple with his mouth as he roughly kneaded her other breast with his free hand. He let out a gasp when she started to grind her hips against his and he abandoned her breast to start rubbing her clit with a passion.

Hermione must have been in heaven because she knew that there was no way that she could be feeling like this if she was still alive. Harry was much larger than her previous boyfriend and while she wouldn't complain about her past experiences with sex, they didn't even scratch the surface of what she was experiencing at this moment. She felt like he was going to tear her apart but she was loving every second of it. He was doing everything perfectly and with every thrust she was getting closer to her peak and she knew that she wouldn't be able to stop it from coming for much longer.

" Harry don't stop, please don't stop." She begged as she started seeing stars in the corner of her vision and that only encouraged him to pick up the pace. He started pumping harder and harder, making the headboard slam against the wall every time he entered her. He almost laughed when he realized that he hadn't put up the normal silencing charms, and that most of his neighbors were probably hearing what was going on inside the apartment. " Oh my god Harry! OH MY GOD!"

Harry could feel her walls tightening around him, and the fresh wave of warmth and wetness finally pushed him over the edge. With a loud, and very deep growl he thrust into her one last time, and released everything that he had. As soon as he filled her with his cum she road her first orgasim right into a second one, the feeling of the warm substance was just too much for her overly sensitive nerves to handle. After a moment Harry leaned up and kissed her again. She could feel the love that he was trying to push through the kiss and smiled knowing that he had forgiven her, and in return she was able to forgive herself as well. She felt him pull out and she was amazed that he was still hard after such a powerful orgasim.

Almost as if he was reading her thoughts he spoke. " Over the years, I have built up quite the sex drive, but we should really be getting to bed since Croaker is going to torture me tomorrow."

Hermione almost found herself about to argue with him, wanting to feel him inside her again but she knew that he was right. With a wave of his hand, they were clean of sweat and sex juices alike. She rolled over onto her side and Harry wrapped his arm around her. The last thing that she heard before she fell into the best sleep she had ever had was his voice telling her that he loved her.

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