1: The Dance

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It's been almost a week since Ron left and Hermione isn't doing well

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It's been almost a week since Ron left and Hermione isn't doing well. And Harry knows it but doesn't know how to help his friend feel better

Harry walks the perimeter of the camp, looking up every so often to look at the illuminated tent

He watches Hermione's shadow pass within, sliding over the canvas. Seconds later, the radio crackles to life. He shakes his head, vaguely annoyed, then starts to move off again when a song comes clear. He stops

Pass me that lovely little gun
My dear, my darling one
The cleaners are coming, one by one
You don't even want to let them start

They're knocking now upon your door
They measure the room, they know the score
They're mopping up the butcher's floor
Of your broken little hearts

As Harry ducks into the tent, Hermione looks up, "It's a Muggle station"

Children

Forgive us now for what we've done
It started out as a bit of fun
Here, take these before we run away
The keys to the gulag

O children

Lift up your voice, lift up your voice
Children
Rejoice, rejoice

Hermione smiles and Harry does too. Harry listens then, debating, reaches out his hand. Hermione eyes him uncertainly, then allows him to pull her to her feet. He steps forward, gently removes the locket from her neck, and tosses it to the ground. She looks at it, then back to him. He smiles and, without prompting...

Here comes Frank and poor old Jim
They're gathering 'round with all my friends
We're older now, the light is dim
And you are only just beginning

... they begin to dance, tentatively at first, then letting themselves go

Children

We have the answer to all your fears
It's short, it's simple, it's crystal clear
It's roundabout and it's somewhere here
Lost amongst our winnings

Harry spun her around and vice versa

O children

Lift up your voice, lift up your voice
Children
Rejoice, rejoice

Him dipping her, holding her close to him like the feeling of her warm body against his

The cleaners have done their job on you
They're hip to it, man, they're in the groove
They've hosed you down, you're good as new
And they're lining up to inspect you

They laugh together for the first time in months, enjoying the company they can provide for each other

Children

Poor old Jim's white as a ghost
He's found the answer that we lost
We're all weeping now, weeping because
There ain't nothing we can do to protect you

O children

Lift up your voice, lift up your voice
Children
Rejoice, rejoice

Their so lost at the moment they forget about the war that raging out in the outside world, forget about how their best friend left only five days ago, forget about  how Harry had to break up with Ginny before he left for the hunt, it's just them together and no one else existed except them

Hey little train, we are all jumping on
The train that goes to the Kingdom
We're happy, Ma, we're having fun
And the train ain't even left the station

Hey little train, wait for me
I once was blind but now I see
Have you left a seat for me?
Is that such a stretch of the imagination?

Their shadows flicker upon the canvas like joyous shadow puppets, moving with abandon until, abruptly, the signal slips away and...

Hey little train, wait for me
Was held in chains but now I'm free
I'm hanging in there, don't you see
In this process of elimination...

... the static returns. Their smiles fade. They stop moving

Hermione lifts her head from his shoulder and looks him in the eye

They stand there staring at each other not knowing what to do, too scared to let go of each other in fear of the other drifting away or getting taken away

Harry slowly leans forward, unsure about what he's about to do but when he sees that she doesn't try to stop him or pull away, he crashes his lips against hers

She stiffens, and he gets scared so he starts to pull back but can't when she grabs the sides of his head holding him in place and kissing him with so much ferocity and emotion that it makes his head spin

He wraps his arms around her waist to pull her closer, wanting to feel her body flush against his, wanting no space between them scared that she could vanish at any moment

They kiss for what seems like forever till they have to breathe so hesitantly they pull apart still making eye contact till Harry speaks up, "We should rest..."

She nods, grabs his hand, and drags him to her bunk. She begins to get under the covers, still in her plaid shirt, trousers, and shoes, "Do want to sleep with me?"

He nods, she then lifts the blanket so he can get in next to her, still in his wool jumper, trousers, and shoes, he turns so that they're facing each other, and she then flicks her wand to turn the light off

He wraps his arm around her waist to pull her closer to his body, wanting to feel her against him, she puts her arm under his and nuzzles her face in the crook of his neck breathing in his scent

He can feel her breathe against his neck, he can smell her floral perfume and her natural strawberry scent on her which shows just how close to each other they are

They lay like that for a couple of minutes, neither one of them asleep yet, she shifts slightly so that her knee is now against his groin, and he lets out a mix of a groan and a moan

She clearly notices his reaction because she does it again, "M-mione..."

"Yes?" her muffled voice asked, as she moves closer to him, her knee shifting against him a little harder

"What are you doing?" he asks breathlessly, she lifts her head from his neck and looks at him, their lips an inch apart

"Nothing..." she says and he can feel her breath against his lips, his eyes flick to her pink lips that he so badly wants to touch his against to again

She notices him looking at her lips, so instead of waiting for him to make a move, she does

She presses her mouth against his and rolls them over so that she's straddling his hips, involuntarily moving against him

He groans into the kiss then grabs her hips to push her harder against him

And that's when they both lose it, they rip each other's clothes off, and make love throughout the entire night

The tent was dark and quiet except for their moans and heavy breathing not once thinking about anyone except each other not caring if they could be heard from outside too lost in the pleasure

They're so lost in the feel of each other that they don't realize that they forgot to use protection but it's already too late, the damage has been done and they have to live with the problem they created.


A/N: Hello my loves, this is a new chapter sorry it's late but I've been busy, anyway this scene was ok I didn't want this story to be smut so that's why it's limited, hope you enjoyed🥰

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