Soul Pieces

Chapter 08: Purple Will and his damn hand.

"The locket isn't here," said Harry in a very defeated voice.

"I agree with Harry, Hermione. We searched every corner of this house."

The three friends were in Harry's bedroom. Harry and Hermione were sitting on Harry's bed and Ron was in the armchair. Hermione had her head down, eyes closed; she was hugging her knees against her chest.

She is so cute when she is frustrated. Oh, I love when she wears these pink pajamas.

Potter! We are discussing something serious here! Focus! Focus!

"Mundungus," she said lifting her head. "The lock is with him."

"Of course!" Harry exclaimed. "That day on Hogsmeade...but I don't think he still has the locket."

"What do you mean, mate?"

"Dung may be many things but he isn't stupid. When we discovered him stealing Sirius' things I bet he passed it forward. Probably to a partner."

"Right Harry, but who? We don't know many people in the wizard's underworld."

"Well, maybe we don't, my brothers of mine do."

"Fred and George." Hermione didn't know if this was a good or a bad thing.

"Harry, can I send Hedwig to them tomorrow?"

"Of course, Ron."

Yawning, Ron stood up. "It's pretty late, I'm going to bed. G'Night. Aren't you coming, Hermione?"

Hermione was about to say 'Of course' when she felt Harry's hand grabbing the back of her pajamas.

"Oh, I'm coming in a minute. I have to talk to Harry about Winky's payment."

She is good.

Ron gave to Harry an apoplectic look and rolled his eyes.

"Good luck, mate. Maybe by 3:00 A.M she'll be finished."

"Ron!"

"Whatever, good night guys," Ron said as he left, closing the door behind him.

"Very good, 'Mione," Harry said, looking straight into her eyes.

"W-What do you want to talk about, Harry?"

"Who says I want to talk?"

Her cheeks became very red.

"I didn't know you were a shy person, Miss Granger," Harry said as he moved his face closer to hers and touched her lips with his fore finger and slowly put his lips onto hers.

Oh he needed that! One more day and he probably would have gone mental!

While they were kissing, Harry laid Hermione down on his bed. Underneath him, Hermione thread her hands through his messy hair and wrapped her legs around his waist.

Of the two previous kisses they had shared, this one was definitely different. This wasn't full of urge and lust, but was sweet and tender. Even if Harry couldn't admit it, the kiss was also full of love.

"I missed this," he finally said.

"Me too, Harry."

"I was pretty scared that day, 'Mione. I thought you would ..." he couldn't finish that line. Even thinking about that hurt.

She put one finger on his lips. "Shhh.... Everything's alright."

"Yes," he said putting her hands in his. "I couldn't live if something happened to you or Ron."

She answered by kissing him again.

This time the kiss became a little more passionate and Harry began to unbutton her pajamas. She stopped the kiss and looked up at him. The green-eyed wizard looked at her with a plea in his eyes to which she nodded with consent.

With trembling hands, Harry unbuttoned the upper part of her pajamas, took it off and threw it on the floor. Other than her pajama bottoms, she was now wearing only a white cotton bra, which was quickly removed and thrown on the on the ground.

"As I've already commented, you have very beautiful breasts," he said as he caressed her nipples with his thumbs and forefingers.

She wanted to say something; she wanted to ask him to take his shirt off too, but she was incapable of putting any words together when she felt a sensation of pleasure and excitement all over her body.

When Harry replaced his fingers with his mouth and tongue, she really thought she would die of pleasure. And he couldn't understand how he had never realized such beauty in all those years of friendship. He kissed and licked her nipples and breasts and slowly began to kiss down her belly and navel. Harry was practically on his knees, with his hands on her waistband, obviously with the intention of slid down her panties.

However, his plans were interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Harry? Is everything all right? May I come in?"

Hermione gasped.

"A...a minute, Remus!" he managed to say out of breath.

At that moment, the two friends had completely forgotten about magic, wands and invisibility cloaks. Hermione quickly hid herself under Harry's bed.

This is humiliating, she thought.

"Come in Remus," Harry said as he sat on his bed with a very innocent face.

At first, the former professor had a worried expression, but after seeing Harry's innocent face, he raised an eyebrow.

"Are you alright, Harry? I was on my way to the loo when I saw that your bedroom light was still on. Couldn't sleep? It's almost three in the morning."

"Oh, no! I was reading."

Remus scanned the room and there wasn't a single book near the boy's bed. However, on the floor had a very interesting piece of clothing: a bra.

The marauder wanted to laugh, especially because of Harry's face. He saw that the young wizard was becoming a little nervous.

"Well, if everything's alright ...good night, Harry."

"Good night Remus!" Harry replied a little too cheerfully.

When the man left the room and closed the door behind him, he heard some whispers. Oh, but he couldn't leave it that way! After all, once a marauder, always a marauder! So, he opened the door again. What he saw was a very passionate kiss between his best friend's son and a very shirtless Hermione.

"Oh, I forgot. Good night to you too, Hermione."

Harry quickly hid the witch behind him.

"G-g-good night, p-p-professor," she answered from behind Harry with a very red face.

Remus Lupin only laughed and then left; that time, for good.

"OH MY GOD! I've never been so embarrassed in all my life!" she yelled, gathering her clothes.

"Well, at least it wasn't Ron."

"I don't want even want to think about that possibility! I'm going, good night, Harry," she said before she kissed him on the cheek.

"Oh, I thought you would like to stay here," Harry said with a sly smile.

"Not tonight," Hermione answered and left.

Harry slept very well that night. After all, life in Grimmauld Place could be very delightful sometimes!

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The next day, Remus didn't allow Harry and Hermione to sleep in. At eight in the morning, all habitants of the house were eating their breakfast.

When Ron inquired to his male friend about his sleepy face, Harry muttered, "S.P.E.W."

The redhead gave him a sympathetic smile.

"So Ron, have you already sent the?"

"Not yet Hermione. I'll do it after breakfast."

Tonks, who was listening in on the conversation, asked, "Sorry for interrupting, but the letter is for whom?"

"The twins; we want to ask them about some tricks."

Tonks knew that that probably wasn't the real reason. "Maybe today isn't a good day to use an owl."

"Why? Has something happening? Is it Voldemort?"

"Today is the Muggle princess' funeral, Harry."

"What princess?" questioned Hermione.

It was Remus who answered. "Princess Diana."

"WHAT!" Hermione and Harry shouted at the same time.

Ron Weasley looked confused. "Who is she?" he asked.

"She was married to the future king of England, Prince Charles," explained Hermione.

"Oh."

"She is, was, very beautiful," said Harry.

"...And has a very good looking son," Hermione added with a dreamy look. "Prince William is so charming!"

"He has an ugly nose," Harry replied with a slight pout

"Are you jealous Harry?"

"Ha! You wish, Hermione Granger! Me, jealous of some blond Muggle bloke?"

Remus and Tonks exchanged glances.

"Well, as I was saying before the beauty contest, the princess died and today is the funeral. London is a complete mess."

"But, Tonks, how did she die? She was pretty young."

"A car accident in Paris. She and her fiancé died."

"Do you think that Voldemort had something to do with it?"

"I honestly don't think so, Harry. But we think he might try to attack the Muggles at the funeral. Muggles are very vulnerable these days; that's why I don't think it wise to send Hedwig."

"Yeah, you're right," Harry said, "but we really need ..."

"I could deliver the letter myself. I swear I won't read it," Tonks offered.

"Would you do that, Tonks? It wouldn't be a problem?"

"No, Harry. It wouldn't be a problem at all."

Hermione rapidly stood up and ran to her room; obviously she knew that Ron hadn't written the letter yet. Less than five minutes later, she returned with a sealed envelope.

Tonks took the envelope and left for work.

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That night, Tonks brought the twins reply.

"Ron, Harry and Hermione,

We are really glad to receive some news from you guys. We heard about what happened at Godric's Hollow and we're glad you are okay, Hermione.

We are not even bothering to ask why you guys want to know about Mundungus' "friends". His habitual partner is a guy called Will. Every Friday night he went to the Hog's Head to do some "business". He's easily recognizable; just remember two words: Dedalus Diggle.

We hope this information is useful to you guys.

Good Luck,

Forge and Gred

PS: Ron, Charlie told us about your little talk with mom in Hogwarts. We are sooooo proud!!!!"

"Well, Hermione, Ron. I think we have an appointment next Friday Night."

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Friday Night. Three black hooded figures entered Hog's Head. The place was full of people, but they found an empty table. They ordered three butterbeers and waited.

"Bloody hell, I always thought that this place was creepy but this is ridiculous!"

Harry and Hermione chuckled.

"Yeah, Ron, bloody hell. Did you see something, 'Mione?"

"Noth...Wait! Look! I think it's him!"

Discreetly, the two wizards turned their heads as a very colorful man entered the bar. He was tall and had light brown hair, and was wearing some very purple clothes, an orange cloak and a top hat. Fortunately, he took a seat at a nearby table.

"Good Merlin, this guy is a mix of Dedalus and Lockhart!" whispered Ron.

"Yeah, I don't think he has a good sense of fashion," said Hermione. "We get out of here now."

"Are you sure you want to do this, Hermione? This could be dangerous."

"Harry, sorry I have to say this but I am the only one of us three that can change their appearance. You, well, you are you. And Ron, sorry, Ron, but you can't deny you are a Weasley."

"But people also know you."

"I am a common figure, Ron; easy to forget."

Harry really disagreed with that but said nothing.

"And besides, I'm a girl. Now let's stop this and leave!"

The three friends paid for their drinks and left. Outside, the two young men hid themselves under Harry's invisibility cloak. Hermione returned to the bar.

"I don't like this, Harry."

"Me neither, Ron. Me neither."

About forty five minutes later, Hermione appeared, followed closely by Will. The couple walked down the street with Harry and Ron just behind them.

Will had an arm around her waist and from time to time, grabbed her butt with his big hand.

Calm down, Potter. It's for a good cause JUST CALM DOWN.

Ron seemed to be having the same internal 'discussion' with himself.

The two wizards continued to follow them into a building where Will lived on the second floor of a closed store.

"Oh sweetie, we are going to have so much fun tonight. You're gonna get to know a real tiger," he said opening his apartment door with his magical key.

"I don't think so, Purple Willie!" Ron said.

"What..."

"Stupefy!" Harry yelled and Will fell down like a rock.

"Good! Let's bring him inside. Mobiluscorpus!" Hermione said, entering Will's apartment where she put him on the couch and restrained him.

"Guys, we don't have all night!"

"Er...um...Hermione?"

"What, Ron!" she cried without looking at him. She was prying inside some drawers.

"Er well, you didn't squeeze his hand when he was.... well, you know."

Good Ron. Very good.

She stopped what she was doing, turned around and answered in a very slow voice.

"I think it's better that he was paying attention to my arse than some gasps behind him, Ronald!"

Harry really wanted to control himself but he smirked.

"What's so funny, Harry James Potter? Do you want to say something?"

"Er, no," he answered weakly. "Ron, let's start looking for the damn locket."

They spent almost two hours looking for it. Will was beginning to stir when Ron finally shouted, "I found it! I found the locket! It's under the mattress."

"Great, Ron! Now, let's destroy it!"

"No, Harry!"

"What?"

"Mate, let's do this at home. I really don't want to repeat Godric's Hollow."

"You're right," Harry agreed and they disapparated.

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A very angry Remus Lupin was waiting for them when they apparated back to Grimmauld Place

.

Shit, Harry thought to himself when he saw the older man standing in front of him.

"Where have you been?" the werewolf almost yelled. "It's almost four in the morning!"

"We went to drink some butterbeers, Remus. Not a big deal."

"Not a big deal? You could have at least left a note, Harry! I really don't mind if you three want to have some fun but there's a war out there! And tomorrow, in case you have forgotten, is the full moon!"

Oh.

"We are really sorry, Remus, really," Hermione apologized. The two young men nodded their heads. "I think I'll go to bed now. Good night everyone," she said and she began to walk away.

The boys also gave their good nights and left.

Standing in front of her bedroom door, Hermione was waiting for them.

"We can't do anything tonight and to be honest, I'm very tired. See you tomorrow guys. Good night," she said looking straight at Harry.

"Good night, Hermione," Ron said

"Good night," Harry said, watching her disappear into her bedroom.

He stood in silence, staring at the door.

She said she was tired. I just want a kiss. Well, maybe a hug too.

"Mate? Are you alright?" Ron interrupted his thoughts.

"Oh, sorry Ron, just thinking. 'Night."

"'Night, Harry."

That night, Harry Potter didn't sleep very well at all.