Soul Pieces

Soul Pieces

CHAPTER 1: Desire

The Burrow

Ginny's Bedroom

"Harry, please, we can't ...we can't," she pleaded, looking into his green eyes.

"Why? Why can't we? I'm sick of everyone telling me what I should or shouldn't do! I want you, 'Mione. I want you to be mine. I want to be inside you..." he said, holding her waist.

"Ha!" she replied.

"Don't! Don't say that you don't want this. I can see it in your eyes. I can see the fire, the desire. Tell me, if you don't want to do anything, why are you wearing this?"

"This is my nightgown! What I am supposed to sleep in, my Gryffindor robes?"

Harry laughed.

"Oh, please! I know you wear pajamas. You never ... you've never worn anything like this," he said, touching the soft fabric; his other hand touching her hips, her butt, her body...

Oh, Merlin! What are those hands! Hermione thought.

"And you are not even wearing a bra?" he inquired.

Hermione looked at him in shook. "How..."

"Luv," he placed his hands over her breasts, "your nightgown is almost transparent."

And with that, he began to kiss her from neck to ears, his tongue traveling slowly across her jaw. Hermione wanted to push him away but Merlin that felt good!

She wanted him.

She needed him...

Harry couldn't stop himself; he leant on her and placed his lips on hers. He put all his feelings into that one kiss. He was hungry for her.

She moved her hand to the back of his neck and pulled him close to her. They kissed, as the whole world disappeared around them. Nothing mattered anymore.

He kissed her hungrily, his hands roaming over the length of her body; her back, her butt, her arms, wherever he could reach. They were on fire, it was so hot! She let her hands wander over his back where she could feel his back muscles flexing as he moved.

Thank God for Quidditch, she thought and the fact that he was only wearing his blue short boxers didn't help either! How am I supposed to stop this when he looks so damn good?

She moaned when her nightgown was yanked over her head and carelessly tossed aside. He tenderly touched one of her breasts as he kissed her again and again. His thumbs brushed against her nipples and she shivered against his touch. Her hands were tangling in his dark hair, swirling through the locks as she moaned louder and louder into his mouth.

Her body was almost completely exposed by then, left in only her white panties.

God, she's perfect, Harry thought. "You're gorgeous," he whispered.

Harry kept leaning his body against Hermione, and before they knew it, they fell onto the floor. Without a second thought, Harry stood up from the floor and carried her to the bed...

She moaned loudly and her hips were bucking upwards, yearning for more pleasure. Harry wanted to see her, all of her until he finally slid her knickers down...

"Harry!" she screamed.

She was on fire but Harry looked completely calm as he kissed her lightly on the lips. He kissed her ear and whispered, "I need more, 'Mione."

He removed his boxers and she simply stared at him.

He didn't need to ask if she had had sex before, he just wanted to hear her crying out his name.

"Harry, please be gentle."

Oh Merlin!

They were one...

She moaned even louder and sexier. Harry could hardly take it. She was driving him insane and she didn't even know it.

He felt so good.

Happy.

Complete.

Alive.

"You were amazing, 'Mione," he said kissing her.

She smiled and replied,

"Thank you, Harry. Thank you for this gift. You completed me."

Harry knew the meaning and the importance of virginity for a girl, but he couldn't help thinking that was his first time too. Of course, he knew he hadn't been the perfect gentleman, but that had been the only way he could do it. Otherwise, he would never have had the nerve.

Merlin, Potter you just slept with your best friend and it was damn good! Watching her exposed sleeping figure, he whispered to himself: "How wrong I was to think that I could only have sex with you,' Mione. We made love...Happy Birthday, my Hermione."

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2 months before, July19 1997

Privet Drive- Surrey

Harry was in his bed studying the ceiling in his room. He felt sadness, angry, rage and a number of other emotions he couldn't quite describe. What would happen now that Dumbledore wasn't there anymore? To whom would he go to for help? How was he supposed find and destroy the Horcruxes?

Harry already knew the answer though: Hermione. Yes, who else could help him? He didn't want her to get involved, but he knew he needed her. He knew Ron would help too, but thinking about his other best friend only made him think about Ginny. He didn't know what felt for her anymore. Yes, he cared about her, but deep inside he was glad that he had ended it with her.

Of course, she had sent him many letters pleading with him, saying how much she loved him, but he couldn't let her keep such hope. He had already written to her, saying that it wasn't wise to send so many letters to him; Voldemort could be intercepting the owls.

After that, she didn't write to him anymore.

Ron and Hermione had sent him letters too but those were mainly only to say that they were doing okay. Of course, he wanted to know more about what his friends were doing, but that wasn't safe.

Lost with his thoughts, he almost didn't hear the shouts coming from downstairs.

"BOY!" he heard his aunt yell out. "Come here, NOW!"

Great, what the hell happened now? he asked himself. "I'm coming, Aunt Petunia!" he replied and finally got out of bed.

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"You have a visitor, boy," he Aunt told him once he was downstairs.

"What?" he asked.

And there, standing in front of him was Remus Lupin. Instantly, Harry felt happiness.

"Professor!" he cried out, giving the old marauder a hug.

"Remus, Harry, it's Remus now," said Remus with a smile. "How are you?"

"Fine, despite everything. But what are you doing here? Did something happen?" Harry began to worry; maybe something had happened...the Weasleys...Ron...Hermione...

"Can we talk in your room?" asked Remus, looking between Petunia and Harry.

Harry had forgotten about his aunt by that point.

"Of course, come in!" he said as he moved towards his aunt. "Aunt Petunia, we're going to my room. I don't want be disturbed"

Without waiting for a reply, Harry and Remus went to Harry's room.

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Sitting on the desk chair, Remus began to talk. "I can see that your aunt doesn't seem too bad these days."

"Oh, yeah, they're okay. Well, if okay means not speaking with me, but I 'm glad for it. They know this is my last summer here... but tell me Prof...I mean Remus, has something happened?"

Remus gave Harry a small smile and threw his hands over his hair.

"Ron is fine, Harry,"

Oh, God, Hermione! He only answered about Ron...

Noticing the expression on Harry's face, Remus quickly added, "And Hermione is fine too."

"Oh, thank Merlin!"

"But I'm here because of her."

Harry gave him a puzzled look.

"As you may or may not know, your house is being watched by the Order."

"Yeah..."

"Hermione's house is too."

"But..."

"She's a Muggleborn, Harry. And Snape and Pettigrew know that you two are friends. They know she isn't an ordinary student, but let me continue. Yesterday was my turn to watch her house. When I was changing shifts with another Order member, I still don't know how she saw us..."

Harry chuckled.

"Well, she saw us and invited me to drink a cup of tea. We drank the tea and talked; we talked about many things. I don't remember how we started to talk about the Black family and that's when I thought she had gone mad. She began to pace nervously. Her face was blank and she asked me, no, demanded that I come here and took you to her house because she needed to talk to you urgently."

Harry was so confused that he didn't know what to say. "But what did you say about the Black's? Did you talk about Sir...?

"No, she went mental when I mentioned his brother."

"But she already knew about Regulus, didn't she?"

"Yes, but the thing happened after I answered one of her questions."

"What was it?"

"She asked me what was his full name was."

"And...."

"And I told her it was Regulus Arcturus Black."

And for Remus Lupin's despair, Harry too became mental.

Thanks to my beta, Mabel!

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