Harmione|| Always And Azkaban

Chapter 7

Harry stepped out slowly with a crowbar in his hand. "Who the hell is it?" he shouted at the black car. The windows were tinted and no one seemed to have been in the car. Harry slowly approached the still vehicle and the door blew open. There was Barty Crouch Jr. with a truncheon of his own, similar to the one that killed his mother. And from the other side, was a man in a full-face mask with nothing but his long white hair to be shown. "Remember, the dark lord wants him alive." the masked man shouted.

Hermione watched from the car in fear as the two grown men tried to grab Harry. They swung their weapons and swiftly, he dodged the flying objects. He beat Barty with his crowbar and Hermione saw the masked man come up from behind. "Harry!" she shouted. Harry turned around just in time to flip over the figure. Hermione saw Harry move with the agility of a cheetah, the aggression of a tiger and the rage of a bloodthirsty shark. Hermione could hear the cracks Harry made to the masked man's arm with ease. It was definitely broken and maybe also dislocated. But while Harry was taking out the trash, Barty was moving on from the dangerous boy to the brunette in the car.

Hermione turned her head to see a mad Barty Crouch with his bloodied face pressed against the car window. Hermione screamed for dear life. He started hitting the windows, unaware that it was bulletproof. But before he could land a second hit, Harry tackled him to the ground like an American football star. With Harry struggling to keep the man down peacefully, he knocked the sucker out with one of his iron-man punches. Hermione held her hands over her mouth in shock at the events.

Harry walked back into the car and shut the door. He picked up his phone and dialled a number without even having to look at the screen. "Sirius," he called when the ringing was over, "death eater-clean up at the turn by the neighbourhood entrance."

With both men knocked out cold against the car locked from the inside and Harry with the keys, they drove off quickly and made haste to be within the safe corners of Potter Manor. The car was handed over to one of the servants and Harry and Hermione were quick to lock the doors after they entered. The brunette paced back and forth in absolute shock upon entry. "Who the hell are those people? Where did you learn to do all those things? Why did you just leave them there?" she asked. Harry grabbed the frantic girl's hands and pulled her close to him. She found herself mesmerized by his green eyes and her heart rate became steady once again. "Relax." Harry's sweet voice whispered in her ear. It was like sugar being poured into her. She sighed and looked back up at Harry. It was in that close glance that she realized a lot of things about Harry's features.

First, his skin was smooth. Although she couldn't touch him, she saw the sharp, yet soft demeanour of his skin over his strong jawline and slim lips. Second, his eyes. Harry not only possessed a gorgeous pair of emeralds behind his pupils but bold, thick eyebrows that added an extra ounce of strength to his expressions. His eyelashes were similar, in the way of how they commanded people's attention to the boy's eyes. With his messy, black hair, stunning features and absolutely addictive charm, Hermione Granger finally understood the hype behind the name 'Harry Potter'. Beautiful, he was to many and brilliant to others, but Hermione finally knew what he was; a scarred angel.

It was these things that put the girl in a trance. One that made her slowly try to reach Harry's lips. Hermione didn't even realize her toes slowly tipping up to bring her mouth to his.

Harry looked at the girl quite slowly moving closer to him. He had butterflies fluttering endlessly in his stomach and all of a sudden his heart was running a marathon in his chest. The smartest and most beautiful girl he'd ever touched was mere inches away from his lips. But something was holding him back from meeting her halfway. Maybe it was the respect for women that his mother and Tonks had instilled in him, or probably it was his conscience screaming at him not to selfishly suffice his urges, however greedy and desirable, on Hermione obvious fear and shock. Whichever one, it made Harry clear his throat to wake Hermione out of her hypnotic state.