Best Friends with Benefits

Chapter Six - Lonely

Hermione was on her side, Harry behind her, thrusting slowly inside her body as one of his arms pillowed her head and the other squeezed her breast, her own hands touching his as they moved together in a dance of passion. The room warm and cozy with candles lit and some music on.

'Hermione...' Harry whispered in her ear and she moaned his own name. 'So good... and mine, only mine,' Harry whispered again and Hermione turned her head the best she could to kiss him softly.

'Only yours, forever yours,' Hermione replied in a whisper before they could both moan and climax at the same time, crying out each other's names.

'I love you...' Harry's whisper in her ear made her smile tiredly.

'I love you more...' she whispered too. She was ready to move in his arms but found herself alone in her bed, she looked around, the room was suddenly cold and dark, the music gone, Hermione shivered as she felt cold air hitting her body.

She moved from her bed and wore her gown hastily, searching for Harry, the moment she moved out of her bedroom she saw a dark form on the floor, around it there was a pool of something as dark. She summoned and illuminated her wand only to see Harry, in a pool of blood, his throat slit open.

'HARRY!' Hermione woke up with a scream, sweat running down her face and chest as she heaved breaths. She sat up on the bed and looked around the dark but not cold bedroom of hers and her hands moved to her face in her try to gather herself. It was a dream, just a dream, one more dream like the ones she had been having for the past three weeks that Harry was on the mission.

She tiredly looked at the clock by her nightstand, 5:03 a.m., too soon to wake Morgana and start yet another hectic day to take her mind off Harry's prolonged absence. She collapsed back on the mattress, her gown tangled on her sweaty body but she didn't care. She reached for the small piece of parchment sent by Harry about two weeks ago, she sighed and read the small letter he had hastily wrote down.

It'll take more than expected, I'm fine, do not worry your little head over me, give a kiss to Morgana.

These were the only words she had gotten to have from him ever since he had left, she had waited for him to contact her first, too afraid to send something and possibly expose his location to anyone that shouldn't take the letter so she waited and when she had expected him to return, only his small letter had arrived, only saying that he would need more time.

Her heart had been squeezed for the past days in worry for him. It had been two weeks ever since that letter and he was still nowhere to be seen, the Prophet never reported some mission going bad or some Auror dead and that was a relief, yet Hermione wanted desperately to see Harry back, safe and sound.

November needed two more days to be over and Hermione was still waiting for Harry, never realizing how quickly the time flew by in her haze of teaching at Hogwarts, taking care of Morgana and waiting for him, all she knew was that she wanted him to return and never go back to missions that could cost his life.

She was doing her best to remain composed but it wasn't always easy, she wasn't eating too much, her sleep was plagued by nightmares that had been gone away for years and now had decided to return. It wasn't like Harry hadn't been on a mission before, it was that Hermione had gotten used to be with him everywhere, like back in their school years and she didn't like to have him away, without her protecting him.

Ron had been in suffocating contact ever since Harry was away until Hermione sent him a holler to stop sending messages of demanding how she is doing every single day, as if she could have any true news between the twenty four hours, his reply was that he did his best to follow orders... and that made Hermione even more depressed as he had been trying for Harry's sake to make sure she's not alone...