Hey, here's another one-shot I wanted to do. And it's my 1st 2-word title. Awesome!

Anyway, it takes place after Ron leaves and Harry and Hermione are stuck in the tent by themselves and Harry tells Hermione he is not stopping her from leaving, but he doesn't want her to go.

I don't know if the tent they were in has all of this stuff, but when I saw the Goblet of Fire, it looked like it did.

Rated for language and content.

Don't Go

Harry stared at Hermione from across the room. He was leaning against the back of the couch with his hands on its edge. She was in the kitchen spot, cleaning some dishes. She had a blank expression on her face, showing early signs of depression. She hadn't smiled in days, more like weeks, or was it months? Harry didn't know. He wasn't sure what day it was. He lost count. Hermione cleaned the dishes and put them in the cupboard where they belonged. They clinked loudly and Harry just stared as she gripped the sides of the counter. She bowed her head, squeezed her eyes shut, and sighed. She slammed her hand down with a smack. "Fuck!" she hissed in anger.

Harry widened his eyes for a bit. Hermione Granger never cursed, but it was kind of hot when she did. However, he wasn't about to admit that to her. He looked down from where he was standing with a sad look. She wanted to leave. He knew it. And he didn't want her to. However, he wasn't going to stop her. If she wanted to be with Ron, who was he to stop her from being happy?

He knew he was in love with her. He had been in love with her since he had first laid eyes on her on the first train to Hogwarts. However, he wanted her to be happy and not sad for the rest of her life. He wanted her alive and well, instead of on the verge of dying. When he looked back up, she was turning around. When she saw him, she stopped and sucked in an air of breath sharply. "Harry..." she said.

Harry opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He couldn't say anything. He just stared at her beautiful face, mouth opening and closing like a fish. He eventually stopped and just stared again.

The next night, they sat at the table eating a small dinner they had found. Harry had cautiously went hunting and killed a deer. He saw it and it saw him. It saw him, but didn't run away. It was like it was giving up its life for him and Hermione. He figured that deer had more loyalty than Ron did. He levitated it back to the tent and Harry cooked it, putting it in a stew. Hermione was grateful they had meat to eat now.

Harry stood up and went do the dishes. It was his turn tonight. With his back to her still at the table, he said, "You know, I'm not stopping you." He finally said what he wanted to say the night before.

She was confused and turned around in her chair to look at him. "What?" she asked.

"I'm not stopping you from leaving," he repeated finishing the dishes, but not turning to look at her. He didn't think he could face her or he might just break down. "I'm not stopping you."

Hermione chuckled half-heartedly. Harry figured it was in relief. "What did you just say, Harry? Did I hear you right?" There was no humor in her voice. No relief. No happiness. It was cold and dripping with malice. "Stopping me from leaving you?"

Harry realized this was a mistake. He whipped around to face her. Big mistake. Tears were forming in her eyes. "How could you even say that?! How you even think that I want to leave you here?!"

"I can see it in your eyes. In your face. In the way you act. You're always pissed off. Always angry. Ever since Ron left. You miss him. And who am I to stop you? I'm good as dead anyway. You don't need to follow me to your death. You have a lot to live for, Hermione. I don't! You don't need to be here. And I can clearly see that you don't want to." He walked quickly away from her, not wanting to hear another word from her. Because if he did, he knew he wouldn't be able to let her go. He went into his room and shut the door. It was dark, but he didn't care. He kicked his trunk with a scream, which rest in front of his cot. His toe hurt, but he didn't care about that either. All he cared about was Hermione.

He sunk to the ground in front of his trunk and pulled his knees up towards his chest. He took his glasses off to pinch the bridge of his nose. He heard a noise. The door opened and he sensed Hermione come into the room. He knew what was coming. He didn't smile at her. He didn't look at her. He didn't acknowledge she was there. He just knew it was coming. She knelt down in front of him and placed a hand on his cheek. It was soft and Harry wanted to give into it, but he knew it was coming.

Smack!

She slapped him across his face. He didn't flinch at all. He just kept looking straight ahead, never at her. "You hurt me, so I hurt you," she said with a broken voice. Harry looked at her and his heart broke. She had been crying. He had made her cry. "Why would I leave you, Harry?!"

"Because you want to be with Ron. I can see it in your eyes, Hermione," he said plainly.

She laughed coldly again. "Why would I want to be with Ron?! He fucking left us! The reason I'm pissed off and always angry is because he left us! He left you! He abandoned you when he said he wouldn't. I have never liked him. I knew he couldn't be trusted. I knew he couldn't be counted on. That's why I've been so angry all the time! Not because I want to be with him!"

Harry felt like a downright git. He just made the love of his life even more mad for no reason. He looked at her with tears in his eyes. She stood up and began to leave the room. "Don't go! Please, don't go, Hermione! I'm sorry!" She stopped in her tracks and turned to look at him. "I'm so sorry, Hermione! Please, forgive me! Don't go! I love you!"

Harry thought she was gone, but then he felt his chin being lifted. He looked at her with tears in his eyes and he didn't have time to wipe them away before her lips descended on his in a kiss.

He was shocked, but responded quickly. He grabbed her waist and lowered his legs to pull her onto his lap. She grabbed the sides of his face as she slipped her tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss and she began to straddle his lap, grinding her pelvis into his. He moaned as he began to have a reaction to that. He felt Hermione smile against his mouth as she had felt it too. He broke away.

"Maybe we shouldn't do this," he said and gently pushed her off of him, standing up and going into the kitchen. Hermione followed him.

"Harry, what is your mind telling you to do?" she asked him.

He stopped and thought about that. "To not kiss you and...go further," he responded with a blush.

"Okay, now what does your heart tell you?" she asked. He felt her right behind him.

He blushed at his answer. "To throw you on this table and take you."

"Excellent," she said with a smirk. "Then stop listening to your mind and start listening to your heart! I love you."

Harry whipped around and grabbed her waist, pulling her flush against him, forcing his tongue into her mouth. "I love you, too." He moved her to the table and hoisted her on top of it. He slipped his hands inside her blue, plaid shirt, feeling her warm skin against his cold hands. She slipped her hands inside the collar of his turtleneck sweater. It was getting kind of tight, so she grabbed the hem of it and pulled it off. Underneath, he was in a t-shirt, which she pulled off as well, leaving his muscular chest bare.

She moaned as he moved from her mouth to her pulse point on her neck. She roved his tense and taut back with her small, soft hands. Hermione wrapped her legs around his hips pulling him forward. She could feel the bulge in his pants on her thigh. She ground her pelvis into his again to add friction. He broke away from her neck to pant a bit. She giggled and reached down in between them to cup him. He hissed in pleasure. "Oh, my God!"

"You have too much clothes on," he whispered in her ear after a minute. She let go of him and let him unbutton her blue plaid shirt. His hands roved her flat, warm stomach, sending tingles all over her body as he kissed her mouth. Hermione could not stop moaning in his mouth. Harry's hands went lower and lower until he got to her boot-clad feet. He pulled one off, then the other and took her socks off with them. Tossing them over his shoulder, his hands went to her belt buckle. Fumbling for a bit, he finally unbuckled the belt and slid it out of the loops and onto the floor. He unbuttoned the button on her jeans and unzipped the zipper. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he lifted her up to pull the top part off of her ass. Then he set her back down and she unraveled her long legs and he pulled her jeans off of her, baring her creamy, soft legs.

Harry slipped out of his socks and shoes and Hermione unbuckled his belt and jeans and mischievously stuck her hand inside his jeans and boxers, grabbing a hold of his erection. He hissed again and closed his eyes in pleasure. "Hermione..."

She grinned and lowered both bottoms down, over his hips and he stopped her, grabbing her arms. He reached around her back and unhooked her bra, releasing her breasts from their prison. She looked away shyly. "I know they're not big..."

He silenced her with a passionate kiss. When he broke away, Harry said, "They're perfect." And he took one nipple in his mouth, sucking it and licking it, making her moan. She smiled and moaned as he wrapped his big hands over her ass, stroking it. He placed his hands on her red silk panties and slipped a finger inside. She bucked into his hand and broke away from his mouth with a sexy moan. He peeled them off of her, leaning her stark naked right in front of him.

Seeing her there writhing in ecstasy, sent him towards the edge and he doubt he would make it in time. "Harry..." she moaned. "...please, I need you inside me now!" He didn't even pull his pants down all the way. He just released himself and slipped into her. She gasped in pain and he stopped. "Are you okay?"

She took a moment or two before replying. "Yeah, now I am. I forgot to tell you to go slow as it hurts women the first time. I'm fine now. You can move."

He kissed her one last time before going in all the way. She sighed and bucked against him, wrapping her legs around his hips. "Go, Harry! Move!" Harry granted her request, pumping in and out of her slow, not wanting to hurt her. "Harry, faster! Faster!" she urged him. He moved his hips faster at her wish and was almost over the edge. She smacked his ass a few times playfully. He came inside of her and she tightened her walls around him, milking him out. Once he spilled his seed into her, he picked her up and moved over to the long cabinet by the sink. He threw her on it, making her grunt loudly. Then, holding her up, he pounded into her at a rapid pace, hitting that spot repeatedly. Both teenagers could hear the slapping of their sweaty and juice-covered hips smacking against each other. That was what brought her to the edge and came all over his organ inside her. She panted as she came down and rested her head backwards on the cabinet. Harry lapped at her sweat-covered neck.

"I'm covered in..." She couldn't finish her thought as she lost the will to think. Harry knew what she was saying. He looked down and saw. Her juices were running down both of their legs, mainly hers. He decided to do something about it.

He withdrew from her and set her down. His penis was COVERED in her. It was shiny and dripped. Hermione took care of it before he could take care of her. She grabbed his member and engulfed it in her mouth, tasting herself on it. It was foreign, but very erotic. Harry started to get hard again when she was cleaning his "weapon". He moaned and grabbed her hair and he began to fuck into her mouth. It wasn't all the way in to where she would gag, but far enough. Soon enough, he came in her mouth and she swallowed, licking up everything he offered.

He widened his eyes as she swallowed. What happened to her?! He liked this side of her. It was his turn now to pleasure her. He picked her up again and set her on the counter. Leaning down, he licked the escaping come as it traveled down her legs on her calves. He made his way up to her thighs and spread her legs. Removing his glasses, he teased her by licking everywhere but there. "Harry..." she moaned trying to move her hips to get him in the right place. He resisted, licking almost at her folds, but not quite, licking up her juices.

Finally, he ran the tip of his tongue along the fold, just barely touching it. She squealed and yelled in ecstasy. "Harry!" Instead of putting his tongue in, he ran a finger along her folds, just like he did with his tongue and jammed it inside. She yelped and grabbed the edge of the counter with her hands, holding on for dear life. He finger-fucked her over and over again, slipping in another finger. She was almost there and then he pulled them out, bringing them to her lips. He pried her mouth open and she licked his fingers clean, wrapping her over one and then the other.

Then, Harry lowered his face again, burying it in the apex of her thighs and satisfying her by immediately slipping his tongue into her folds. "HARRY!" she yelled grabbing his hair and urging him forward. She spread her legs even further and ran her fingers through his hair as he ate her out. He hit that button, her nub, and she gripped his trends and pulled, making him jump. She slowly released her firm grip on his hair, but did not let go. He began to tongue-fuck her nub, hitting it over and over again. She came hard and he lapped up the juices she produced.

When he was done, she brought his face to hers, cupping it, and licked up whatever was left on his face. With whatever strength he had left, Harry lifted her into his arms and brought her into his room. Putting her in the bed and slipping in bedside her, he wrapped them both up with the covers. He spooned against her and kissed her cheek.

"Thank you for not leaving me. I love you," he said.

She turned her head and gave him a passionate kiss. "I'll never leave you. I love you, too."

And they both fell asleep.

That night, they forgot all else. That night, they forgot everything. That night was dedicated to themselves. No one could separate them.

Hermione couldn't leave him.

The end (maybe!)

Well, that was hot! Haha. Here's another little one-shot I wanted to do. It was only supposed to be snogging but then turned into heated sex. Haha. I may continue this because, well, they forgot protection...

That could be a good short story. No abortion tho! I'm TOTALLY and 100% against that! But should be dramatic.

Just say if you want this to continue. It won't be long if you want it to continue. Just maybe a few more chapters.

I will be updating the other stories soon.

All I need is 9 words to make 3,000. Haha.

Pleez review!

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