Soul Pieces

SOUL PIECES

Chapter 10: That's not love!

"M...m...Mr. Weasley!" Harry managed to choke out.

The young wizard had never felt so embarrassed in his life. Mr. Weasley was so angry that Harry didn't know what to do.

"I want you two decent, right now! I think we need to talk," the old redhead said.

Oh HELL! I can't believe this! What am I supposed to do? I can't exactly move, can I? I am still, well.... THIS IS HUMILIATING! Harry thought frantically.

"Mr. Weasley, could you, er...give us..."

"Excuse me? Are you two embarrassed now? A few minutes ago you two didn't seem too shy! After all, you were having sex in my house with the light on and the door wide open!" Arthur Weasley wasn't yelling. His voice was low and controlled and this made Harry and Hermione even more nervous. "I have six sons and one daughter. I've seen naked people before, trust me!"

Harry felt Hermione pushing him off of her. Her hands were trembling. So, slowly, Harry lifted his weight from her.

Oh Merlin...

Quickly, Hermione changed into her nightclothes. Except in Harry's case...

"Where are your clothes, Harry?"

"Well, sir, you see..." but Harry was interrupted.

"Arthur, what...MERLIN! What happened here?"

Oh, joy of joys, Mrs. Weasley! Why don't we call Percy, Ron...all the bloody Weasley Family! No, call the Order too! Great! Just Great!

"Please, Molly, be careful not to wake up the other children."

Harry noticed that Mrs. Weasley looked at her husband with fear. She knew very well how angry he was and she didn't want to rile him up any further. In a lower tone of voice, she repeated the question.

"We'll talk about this later. Please go to Ron's room and pick up Harry's pants. And call Remus here please."

Remus! Why call Remus? Shit!

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Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Tonks, Remus, Harry and Hermione were in Ginny's bedroom. Harry never thought he would ever stop feeling embarrassed.

"Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley..." Hermione started to say in a very nervous voice.

"What you want to say? Sorry, Mr. Weasley? This can't be excused with a 'sorry, sir'. Molly and I love you two as our own children. We've never made differentiated between you and them."

"Sir...."

"Let me finish, Harry."

"Sorry."

"If I remember correctly, you were dating Ginny, Harry."

"We broke up, sir."

"You broke up! I don't know the reason, that's not my place to know and I can't make you love my daughter in the same way she loves you, but I can ask for some respect!"

"Sir, I never..."

"You were having sex with your best friend in her bed!"

Harry had nothing to say. He had absolutely forgotten that they were at The Burrow. Hermione, meanwhile, began to cry.

Oh god, Ginny! I'm a complete git!

"I think we should go home," said Remus.

"Ron will stay," Mr. Weasley added.

"Please, Mr. Weasley..."

"He will stay here this week. His mother has missed him. I know you don't have a father, Harry.... but I think you need to talk to someone about this. Because of the circumstances, this someone can't be me. And you, Hermione," Mr. Weasley looked at her and then at the bed (which had a blood stained sheet). "I see... that was your first time...."

Mr. Weasley didn't finish what he wanted to say, he simply left the room.

Harry looked on as the others walked away from the bedroom with concern and shame while Harry really didn't know what to do or what to say. It wasn't that he was sorry for having sex with Hermione; he knew he didn't love her but at same time he couldn't think of any girl- woman- he wanted to be with.

To be honest, he didn't know how to feel. He was happy after what happened with Hermione but he couldn't forget the look on Mr. and Mrs. Weasley's eyes. They looked so...disappointed and this was the one thing that Harry didn't want them to feel towards him. The Weasleys had done so much for him- they had thought of him like a son and now he just knew that things would never be the same again.

Harry knew they- especially Mrs. Weasley- had great expectations about a big and happy Weasley family, which meant that he would end up with Ginny and Hermione with Ron. But life wasn't only about expectations and hopes of others. Things were the way they were and nothing could change that.

He just hoped that the Weasleys could at least understand-if forgiving him was too difficult- and didn't judge him for his actions. He knew he had to talk to them someday and somehow to try to fix the things...but not now. Harry was happy. Happy, as he hadn't been for a long time ...

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Grimmauld Place, the Kitchen

"Where's Hermione, Remus?"

"She is in her bedroom, talking to Tonks."

"Remus..."

"Harry, I know you are not a boy anymore. I was seventeen too. I know what is to fall in love..."

"I don't love Hermione!"

"Harry, you had sex with her!"

"Yeah, but that had not anything to do with love. We are attracted to each other. It's physical! I don't love her and she doesn't love me!"

Remus looked at the young man in disbelief and he wanted to laugh. How could someone be so blind?

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Later that night, Hermione's bedroom

"What a day, huh?" said Harry, who was lying on Hermione's bed, holding her tight.

"Yeah. It was terrible. Ginny will..."

"Let's not talk about Ginny. Or Ron," he said, starting to kiss her collarbone.

She squeezed him a little.

"No, Harry. I am tired, sorry."

Harry smiled warmly at her.

"It's alright, 'Mione. But do you mind if I stay here a little longer?"

"No at all," she answered, closing her eyes.

She is so beautiful. I could be here forever, he thought.

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Grimmauld Place's Kitchen - a few nights later

"Harry, we're in the kitchen!" Hermione cried with her back against the table.

"So what? Remus and Tonks are sleeping. And even if they're awake, they know very well what we do every night!"

"Harry James!"

"Tonight is our last free night together, 'Mione; Ron will be back tomorrow. Let's make good use of the time we have," he said sitting her on the edge of the kitchen table and taking off her nightgown.

She wasn't wearing underwear and he liked that very much as a lazy smile spread on his features.

"I wanted you to have an easy access," she whispered shyly.

"I'm glad," he said, laying her down.

They were in a very compromising position: she, totally naked, lying on the kitchen table and he, fully clothed, on the top of her, kissing her breasts.

"Hey, this isn't fair! Why am I the only one naked?"

"Because I'm your master, Miss Granger," he replied playfully.

"Ha! My Master! You wish!" Hermione cried, rolling over so that she was on top.

"Oh, so you want to be on top!"

"I'm always on top. You will never make me do something I don't want to, sir," she said as she began to undo the buttons on his pants before releasing his erection.

"Maybe, but there's something I can make you do every time."

"Oh, yeah? What's that?"

"I can make you shut up."

With that, he kissed her with all passion he felt. Then she positioned herself on his lap, allowing him to take her to the moon.

He grabbed her hips and they began to move, an almost primitive motion to everything they did.

She cried and moaned while moving her head back and forth in the moment.

Yes, she really was on the moon.

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The next day, Harry woke up in his bed feeling a little lost. He couldn't remember how he managed to come back up to his bedroom, but his body was sore.

Well, last night was really something. I think Hermione and I should repeat that some day.

He got off the bed and after freshening up, went downstairs. When he reached the living room, he saw something that made his blood boil with rage. His heart beat was uncontrollable and he couldn't think.

"What the hell is happening here?" he demanded after some time.

Ron and Hermione turned around to face him, separating from where they were kissing.