Soul Pieces

SOUL PIECES

Chapter 09: Happy Birthday, my Hermione

It took a long time for the trio to realize how to destroy the fourth Horcrux. They went to Hogwarts' library to research some spell books but nothing was found. Hermione's mind was working very fast, but she didn't believe that the Horcrux could be destroyed using a spell.

Then she remembered about the cup: the pattern. Her patronus not only make her capable of touching the cup, but to destroy it as well.

The locket's trap was poison. Snake. So, a potion could be useless.

Riddle's Diary. Harry destroyed it with the basilisk's tooth; poison!. The trap...well, we really don't know. I don't think it had one. After all, it was with Malfoy.

But the diary was all about Riddle's heritage. Slytherin. Snake...

"I got it!" she yelled happily. "Close these books! The answer isn't a spell!"

"What is it then?" Harry was very anxious.

"You, Harry."

"What?" Harry asked and she told them her thoughts.

"Ok, Hermione. We got it, but how will Harry manage to destroy it? His patronus is a stag."

"He will say what he wants."

"Er...Hermione...?" Harry probed.

"Parseltongue, Harry. You will order the Horcrux to destroy itself. In parseltongue."

"Bloody brilliant, Hermione."

Harry put the locket on the floor (they were in his room) and spoke, "Deeesssstroy yourrrrsssself!"

Slytherin's locket began to float and spin. A green light appeared surrounding the object. A loud POW followed that and the locket fell broken on the floor.

The three friends hugged each other and shouted, "FOURTH PIECE DOWN!"

* ~* ~* ~

September 19, Hermione's birthday

The Burrow

Mrs. Weasley had insisted that Hermione would not celebrate her 18^th birthday in some mysterious place and with only the boys, Tonks and Remus. So, she had prepared a little party at the Burrow. Not for many people, of course.

There were the Weasleys (excluding Ginny, who was at Hogwarts), Remus, Tonks, Moody, Professor McGonagall and Hagrid (they didn't stay too long, they had to return to the school), Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet, Lee Jordan, Katie Bell, Leanne and to Harry's displeasure, Oliver Wood.

Harry followed Oliver's every move like a hawk. Every time the Puddlemore United Keeper tried to talk to Hermione alone, Harry managed to intervene.

The time for opening gifts came and Hermione received many things; most of which were books. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley gave her a beautiful jacket, the twins gave her a potion's kit very similar the one they had given to Harry and even Ginny sent a present: a diary, which Hermione thought very curious. The redhead girl also sent a letter apologizing for the howler she had sent her.

"Open mine, Hermione!" said Ron, who was a little nervous.

Even Harry didn't know what his friend had bought her. When she opened the packet, Hermione gave a little gasp and hugged Ron.

"Oh, Ron, The true story about Hogwarts' founders! It's a very rare book!"

"Well, I had a little help from some portrait; I am glad you like it."

Harry was about to give his present when Oliver Wood interrupted, "'Mi, this is my present to you."

'Mi? 'MI? What the bloody hell?

Oliver's gift was wrapped in a very fancy golden paper. It was a little velvet box and inside was a beautiful golden wristwatch.

"It's beautiful, Oliver!"

"Read the inscription."

"For a wonderful person, and even more wonderful moments. Oliver."

Prepare to die Oliver Wood! Harry thought savagely.

"It's really beautiful."

She intended to give Oliver a hug but when she came close to him, he kissed her on the lips.

Harry closed his eyes. He just wanted to die. His body began to shake and he could hear the twins' cheers. When Harry opened his eyes, he felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Remus.

"She didn't kiss him back, Harry."

The young wizard shrugged. "She can kiss who she wants, she's a free person. I really don't care."

"Harry?" he heard Hermione's voice.

"What, Hermione?" he snapped.

The girl frowned.

Remus could feel fire between them.

"Your gift, Harry," the former professor said, "you didn't give it to her."

"Oh, take it," he said giving her two packets. "Open the smallest first. Of course I don't know if these can compete with what you already received."

Hermione didn't say a word; she simply opened the smallest box, which was very similar to Oliver's. Inside was a delicate silver pendant in the shape of a heart. The inscription on the back read: Friends Forever.

"Open it," he said.

Inside there was a small picture of her and Ron and himself.

With teary eyes, she opened the other packet. To her surprise, it was a green bottle and a card. She gave him a questioning look.

"Read the card, 'Mione. You'll understand. You can read it aloud if you want," he said.

"Dear Hermione,

I know you too well to realize that you're dying to know what's in this bottle. This bottle has my memories with you; just simple picks of seven years of friendship.

Just little memories about you and me... I just want you to remember all those wonderful years...well, maybe not entire wonderful but nonetheless, amazing.

We could say that it all began with a troll, but I don't think that's right. It all began with Trevor. Do you remember Neville's toad? I will never forget that little bushy haired girl with a bossy voice entering Ron and my compartment aboard the Hogwarts Express.

Of course after that, so many more things happened.

The troll, Fluffy and Norbert! The potion riddles...thank you.

Second year, you were even able to help out when you were petrified. Ron and I would never have been able to realize it was Basilisk.

Third year. I don't remember if I already said sorry for that year. Ron and I treated you so badly. "Pets and brooms over friends," Hagrid said. I'm truly sorry. But despite that, you did something I will never be able to repay: you saved SÃ-rius' life. Yes, it was you, even if you were scared of heights and broken rules, you saved a man you didn't even know. And the funny thing is that almost nobody knows the TRUE story. ("I didn't know," Remus whispered).

Fourth year. You were the only one who believed me. Only you. You never left my side, even with those hate letters you received.

Fifth year, sorry I didn't listen to you. Sorry that you were almost killed when Dolohov hit you...my world stopped. If something had happened to you or Ron... I'm so sorry.

And last year was just one more time in a long list of times that I didn't listen to you.

Yes, so many things. This year things became a little different. We aren't children anymore. More than ever, I know that love, braveness, loyalty and friendship walk together.

Happy Birthday.

With Love,

Your Best friend,

Harry.

The tears fell from Hermione's eyes. Harry pulled her close to him and hugged her.

"Thank you, Harry, thank you," she whispered.

"You're welcome. Like I said in the letter, I just want you to remember me; the good and the bad."

"As if I would ever forget you, Harry. You are already inside my soul."

"You are the most important thing in my life, 'Mione," he whispered into her soft hair.

* ~* ~*~* ~* ~*~* ~* ~*~

As had been arranged, Remus, Tonks and the trio would spend the night at The Burrow. Remus and Tonks were in the old twins' bedroom (they no longer lived at home); Ron and Harry were in Ron's room and Hermione was in Ginny's.

The house was completely silent. Every one seemed to be asleep except Harry.

The dark haired wizard was completely awake. He was lying in bed wearing only his black boxer shorts. His eyes were wide open and he was staring at the ceiling. His heart was beating very fast; his breath seemed out of control. She was occupying every piece of his mind. Hermione.

He couldn't understand why he felt that strongly for her. He couldn't understand why Oliver's kiss had bothered him so much. He didn't even like her in a romantic way. Of course, they had kissed, but that was only a physical attraction. Nothing more.

Why am I feeling this way?

He couldn't stand it anymore. He took his glasses from the bed and left the bedroom.

* * *

The light inside Ginny's bedroom was on. He opened the door silently and entered. He didn't bother to close the door behind him.

Hermione was near the window; she was wearing a silk nightgown. Harry could see she wasn't even wearing a bra.

Merlin, she is so beautiful.

"Harry, what are you doing here?" she exclaimed when she saw him.

"I came to see you. I needed to see you," he answered, looking straight into her brown eyes.

"It's not wise, Harry. Someone could wake up."

"No, everybody is asleep. Only you and I are awake. And you know exactly why I'm here," he said walking towards her.

"Harry..."

"Both of us want- need- the same thing, 'Mione. That's why we can't sleep." And he began to touch her.

"Harry, please, don't...we can't," she whispered, searching 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," he said, holding her waist.

"Har-"

He then 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.

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

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

"Harry, please be gentle."

She moaned even louder and it was the sexiest thing he had ever heard. Harry could hardly take it anymore; she was driving him insane and she didn't even know it. When he closed the gap between them, becoming one, he couldn't believe what she was doing to him.

She felt so good.

She felt happy, complete. She felt alive.

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

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

When Harry woke up the following morning, he could see that it was still dark outside. They didn't have to turn off the light and he was glad. He could see Hermione's naked form; she was sleeping with her back to him.

So Beautiful, he thought while he kissed behind her neck and touched her.

"You are a pervert, Mr. Potter," she said jokingly, turning around and facing him.

"I'm sorry if I hurt you, Mione," he said, touching her chin.

"I'm not going to lie and say that didn't hurt. It was painful but it was wonderful at the same time. And I read that the pain stops with practice." She blushed.

He raised an eyebrow and climbed on top of her.

"Practice, huh? Interesting..." he said, kissing her jaw line.

"You are a very hungry boy, Harry James."

"I'm not a boy anymore and yes, I am very hungry. And only your body can feed me."

"Oh, poor Harry!" she said, wrapping her legs around his waist. And then she whispered, "I'm already wet."

She didn't need to say anything more. Harry needed to be inside her.

He began to thrust himself into her. The movement became faster and harder. Harry could feel her nails on his back.

"Oh, Merlin, why didn't we do this before?" she practically yelled.

"Hermione..."

"Oh, Merlin, Harry!"

"Hermione!"

"What the hell is happening here?"

Harry froze. That wasn't Hermione's voice!

Hermione buried her face in his chest, incapable of moving.

Oh god, the door! I forgot to close the door! Harry panicked.

Still inside her, he slowly moved his head to face a very angry person.