A/N- Here is my new story, y'all, another Harmony. I seem to be on a Harmony kick even though I ship so many different couples. This is an a/b/o story but it will closely follow canon. There will be chapters that seem to drag because I'm trying to follow what J.K.R. did. I've read stories that followed canon and those that haven't, however, I feel this is the best path for this story. Of course, I may get halfway through the story and change everything up. My muse a bitch and has a mind of her own. It's happened before and I wouldn't be surprised if it happened again. Don't be surprised no matter what happens.

There are thirty-eight planned chapters in this story and I'm going to write them while I'm also writing Blinded by Lies. It's going to make for slow updates and I can only apologize for that. I have a lot going on in real life as well, a family, and full time job. Blinded by Lies is my priority at this moment, mostly because I hate having unfinished stories. This was always going to be my next project, I'm just publishing it a little earlier than I had planned. Therefore, please be patient. Updates are going to be very sporadic.

I do want to say that while I love reviews and love constructive criticism, I don't want to read your reviews if they are flames. If you're pointing out plot holes, that is welcomed and appreciated. However, if you're attacking my plot and how I'm writing this story, don't bother leaving a review. Just quietly move on and read something else. I can give you numerous recommendations if you need some, please just ask. I'm not trying to be a bitch here but after the level of hate I had through some of Blinded by Lies, I'm just over it and don't care.

If a/b/o's are your thing, hopefully you enjoy this story. It will start to move from canon just a little once Ron leaves them in the tent and from there, anything can happen. I hope you all join me down this long and twisty path, I can't wait to write this story!

Disclaimer: I think for this story, I'm going to make this my one and only disclaimer. I usually write one at the beginning of every chapter but I find that it just jacks up my word count on pointless chatter and I really hate that. I don't own the characters and I don't own the plot line. All those belong to our queen, J.K.R. I merely own the little twist I've put on the story. Big thanks to our queen for letting us play in her sandbox. Life would be so much more boring if we couldn't. I haven't made any money off this story or any other. Trust me, my bank account balance proves I'm a broke bitch. My kids claim any extra money I have. They're soul-sucking demons like that, hahahaha!

Chapter 1

July 31, 1997

Harry yawned as he woke, stretching on the camp bed that was in Ron's room at the Burrow. He had arrived at the Burrow the night before and he was excited to see his friends. Ron and Hermione were both there and they were getting ready for Bill's wedding. Even though they were going to have to leave to go hunt horcruxes right after the wedding, he was still happy to see everyone. Honestly, it might be the last happy event he got to attend before he was killed. Voldemort most certainly wanted him dead.

Today was his seventeenth birthday. Hermione had been seventeen for almost a full year and Ron had turned in March of that year. He was the last and even though he had been impatient for it to happen, now that it was here, it was as though now he had no reason to not face the future that everyone knew was coming for him. Harry wasn't stupid. He knew that the prophecy was valid, if only for the fact that Voldemort believed that it was. The dark wizard was coming for him and nothing was going to stop him. That meant that Harry wasn't safe and nobody around him was going to be safe either.

This was the very reason he had broken things off with Ginny after Dumbledore's funeral. After watching his mentor fall to his death after Snape had cursed him, Harry knew that he needed to keep those that he cared for as far away from him as possible to keep them safe. Anyone he loved would be a target for Voldemort and that had been what had prodded him into breaking things off with Ginny.

However, he had thought that he would be more miserable without her. She had been like a bright ray of sunlight when they had been dating and now that she wasn't there, it was as though she had never existed. He survived; he didn't pine for her, he didn't miss her and he surely didn't want her back. It scared him and he couldn't help but wonder why it was that he didn't want the girl that had given him her virginity and taken his as well back in his life.

After opening his eyes, Harry realized that Ron was already gone from their shared room. He had probably smelled breakfast and couldn't even be bothered to wake Harry to make sure that he got some. He would have to rely on Hermione to save him some as she always did when he slept late. He had never thought that he would enjoy bacon sandwiches as much as he did but when she delivered them to him, he wasn't sure if it was the fact that she brought them or the fact that they were absolutely delicious that made him love them instantly.

Harry was just about to crawl out of bed when the bedroom door opened. He was surprised to see Ginny slip inside rather than Ron and when she saw that he was watching her, she gave him a sultry smile. She was wearing the tiniest nighty he had ever seen, one that barely covered her arse and pussy, light blue in color, and made of the sheerest material he had ever seen. She walked over to him and just as he was about to ask her what she was doing there, she climbed over the top of him, straddling him, so she could lean down and claim his mouth.

Harry really had no defense. Ginny was the only girl he had ever been with and even then, only a handful of times. Her mouth was soft against his and her pussy was grinding against his cock through his boxers. He could see her nipples hardened against the sheer material of her nighty as she rocked against him. He hardened instantly and his hands gripped her hips hard enough to bruise.

Before he could say anything, her hands reached down and pulled the hem of the nighty up, peeling it off until she was bare before him. Her chest and breasts were freckled and her nipples were the palest pink he had ever seen. He sat up to take the right one in his mouth, suckling hard like he knew she liked. His hands reached around to massage her arse and she pressed harder into his cock.

He reached out and fumbled with his wand, muttering a spell against her breast, vanishing her knickers so her core was bare to him. She gasped at the feel of him and he could honestly say she felt amazing. She lifted just enough to take him inside her, her tight heat engulfing his hard cock and riding him like he was a prized pony. As she rode him, his hands rose to find her breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples to make her moan and clutch him harder.

It didn't take long before she was coming undone around him. He knew that he was well-endowed, Ginny had never complained before. After she screamed her release, she sighed and became limp on top of him, his hand stroking her spine and softly fiddling with her hair. It was several minutes before she lifted off of him and he cast the cleansing charms on the both of them. His eyes were dark with guilt.

"Ginny, we shouldn't have done that. You know that we broke up." He knew that he probably sounded pathetic but he didn't care. He didn't want to take advantage of her while she was hurting from their break up. She gave him the sweetest smile.

"Harry, we both know that it was merely a formality. We're going to get back together when you're done with Voldemort and we're going to get married. We're made for each other, " she whispered, her words almost believable. However, he couldn't help but feel that the whole situation was wrong no matter how good it had felt. Before he could say anything, Ginny rose and started to dress again.

"I need to get downstairs and help with breakfast," she stated. "I'll see you down there." She bent over and pressed a kiss to his lips and left him there by himself to honestly wonder what the fuck had just happened.

Sure, it had been the best fuck of his life but it had still felt wrong somehow. He and Ginny weren't together and he didn't like the thought that they were doing things like that when they weren't together. He didn't like thinking that she was okay with doing things that with people that she wasn't committed to; while he was still committed to her, they weren't dating. He had broken up with her to protect her from Voldemort and his wrath.

He rose from bed and started to dress, knowing that Molly would be calling for him soon to come to breakfast. It was his birthday so he would be allowed some leeway today but he wasn't naive enough to think that he would escape her smothering ways completely. However, as he moved to slip his clothes on, he realized that his clothes didn't fit at all. His shirt wouldn't even fit around his chest and while his jeans slide up and around his waist like before, his thighs were very tightly wedged in the denim fabric.

Harry reached for his wand gave it a wave, silently enlarging clothing. He wasn't sure why all of a sudden he needed larger clothing but he was sure that there was a reasonable explanation. Perhaps the twins had pranked him in some way. His mind kept straying to his encounter with Ginny and why he had let it occur at all and he wondered if there was something that the twins could have potioned him with that would cause it. If so, he would feel terrible for using Ginny like that. He vowed to ask Hermione when he saw her if anything like that existed and see what she had to say about it. She always had his back and he could count on her to help him figure out what he was looking for.

-O-

Hermione was sitting in her room at the vanity that she shared with Ginny when she stayed at the Burrow. She was brushing through her curls with the brush, combing them into obedience. It was true that while in her first few years of school they had been unruly and untamable but for the last year or so, she only needed to add a dollop of leave-in conditioning potion and her curls were as tame and frizz-free as ever. They hung long and heavy down her back, mahogany in color now with light blond and auburn highlights. Even she had to admit that her hair color was pretty, even if she thought the rest of her was only average.

Her teeth were no longer bucked but there was a slight space between her front teeth. She had freckles that dotted the bridge of her nose, though the rest of her complexion was clear. Her eyes were the color of firewhiskey, or so Sirius had told her one night before he had been killed when she had been down on her own looks. Her figure, in her opinion was nothing to get excited about. Her breasts were a low C cup and even though her waist dipped inward, she thought that her hips were too big. There wasn't a single boy that had paid her a bit of attention since Viktor Krum and Hermione wasn't stupid enough to ask why.

Not only was she average in the looks department, she was boring in every other department. Her friends told her quite regularly that she was bossy and that she nagged them all the time. She supposed that it was true. However, it was the only way she was sure that they got their homework done. It cost her in the relationship department but in the long run, she supposed that it was worth it knowing that she had gotten Harry into the classes he needed to become an auror.

Hermione was also too smart for her own good. She knew that she intimidated the boys and that was fine. If she intimidated a man intelligently, he would never last with her in the long-run. She needed someone that could challenge her intellectually and honestly, she could admit that she had yet to meet her match there. Of course, she hadn't let herself mingle with any students other than Harry or Ron but knew that the outcome of the war was more important.

Just as she set her brush down, Ginny burst through the bedroom door in nothing more than a robe. As soon as the door was closed, Ginny shed the robe and revealed the tiniest and sheerest nighty that Hermione had ever seen. It was clear that there was a large love bite just above her nipple on her right breast. Hermione instinctively knew that Harry had put it there and felt an unnatural swell of jealousy at the thought. She shouldn't be jealous; up until a few weeks ago, Harry and Ginny had been dating, doing everything together that a couple did. Hermione sighed unhappily to herself. She only wished that she could find a boy worth committing to so she could do the same things. After watching Harry with Ginny and Ron with Lavender, she was tired of being alone.

"I just shagged Harry rotten and he loved it," Ginny bragged, a smug smile on her lips and sneer on her face. "He couldn't get enough of me."

Hermione wanted to vomit at the thought of it and she wasn't sure why. She and Harry had always proclaimed each other as best friends and that there weren't any feelings there. If that was true, why did she feel insanely jealous of Ginny and her fabulous shag with her best friend? Rather than let her insecurities be known, Hermione smiled at her best female friend.

"I'm happy for you, Gin, I know you really love him."

Ginny started to dress hurriedly, almost as if she was late for something. Hermione wondered if she was in danger of being caught be Molly. She was just getting ready to ask and offer to cover for her when Ginny swept from the room with a superior look on her face, causing Hermione to sigh. She supposed that it didn't really matter what she felt for Harry. He was interested in Ginny, that much was clear. Everyone knew that he had only broken up with her to keep her safe from Voldemort. If they were still shagging, he was clearly still feeling the heat from their relationship.

Hermione finished dressing and left the bedroom; however, just as she stepped out, she ran into Harry and he gripped her upper arms in a desperate fashion, a way that she hadn't felt from him often. He pushed her gently back into the room she shared with Ginny and once the door was closed, he spoke quietly.

"I need your help, 'Mi. I just shagged Ginny and I swore that I wouldn't do that until we were dating again," he told her. His voice sounded desperate but she wasn't sure just what about the situation was desperate. Wasn't this normal behavior for boys and girls their age? Hermione sighed.

"Harry?" She asked. When he nodded, she continued. "Don't you love Ginny?"she asked. When she got an answering nod, she took another deep breath, finding this harder than it should have been.

"If you love Ginny, why are you questioning this? I just don't understand. I wish I had someone to love like you do." Her words were a confession that she regretted as soon as she said them. It seemed that Harry picked up on them as well because there was pity in his eyes when he opened his mouth.

"Just don't," she interrupted, "You're happy and that's what matters. Embrace it while you can." Her words were advice that he seemed to take to heart. He gave her a nod before he spoke at a whisper.

"It still doesn't feel right. Can you look into it?" Hermione lowered her head and it hurt her to think that she was hurting her best friend. She lifted her head and met his eyes.

"I'll try to look into it, Harry, though I'm sure it's just because you love each other." Her words were spoken with as much sincerity as she could muster.

Harry nodded and turned on his heel to leave. Hermione waited a full minute before following after him.

-O-

Harry couldn't get over how obscenely attractive he found Hermione when he went to her room to talk to her about the scene with Ginny. In fact, where he had always found Hermione easy to talk to about any topic under the sun, even sex, it had been extremely hard for him to admit to her that he had just shagged Ginny. He wasn't sure what it was but it hadn't felt right.

He had noticed how beautiful her curls were and how they hung heavy down her back, aching to be pulled to expose her throat to his teeth. He had noticed how her breasts strained against the tank top she was wearing, begging to be released. Her curves were plentiful and he wanted to run his hands over all of them, feeling them in their entirety and reveling in them. It wasn't something that he had ever experienced before and the fact that he was feeling these things for his best friend now scared the life out of him. Ginny was the girl that he loved, not Hermione. Why was he so suddenly attracted to her? He just didn't understand.

He found Ron, Ginny, and the twins in the living room when he went downstairs. They were playing exploding snap, probably sent there by Molly since she was still cooking. It was clear that they weren't going to help her cook; he always thought that the Weasleys were a bit spoiled in that way. None of them ever stepped foot in the kitchen and none of them had the slightest clue how to cook. It was a skill that while Harry hated having it, knew that it was mandatory to surviving on his own. He was proud that he could take care of himself if need be. Deciding that he would go offer his services to Molly to make up for her children not helping, he started for the kitchen. He heard hushed tones that instantly alerted him to the fact that something secretive was happening.

"Here, dear, your potion is ready. Just take a few swallows and all will be well," Molly crooned. Harry peered around the corner and saw that she was feeding Hermione a potion in a small cup, one that she was drinking willingly. Since he wasn't sure what was going on and if Hermione was willing or not, he kept quiet and out of sight. After the potion was gone, Molly took the cup and put it in the sink, vanishing the rest of the potion. She waved her wand at Hermione and his friend seemed much more aware. He wondered if it was a form of the Imperious that she had been under but he just couldn't picture Molly putting her under that spell to make her take a potion.

"Is there anything else you need, Mrs. Weasley?" Molly smiled at Hermione and patted her cheek.

"No, dear, you go find the others and enjoy time with your friends. I have a feeling that we won't get much more of that in months to come." Hermione looked troubled at her words but nodded as she slipped away. Harry decided to follow Hermione and when she didn't mention the potion she had taken, he took Ron's elbow and pulled him to the side for a quiet word.

"Mate, I just saw your mum cast a spell on Hermione and give her a potion. Do you know what's going on?" Harry knew that his words sounded desperate as he questioned his best mate.

"Harry, we all know what happens to witches in war. If they're caught, they're raped. Mum has been feeding Hermione and Ginny contraceptive potions since You-Know-Who was resurrected. She has to put Hermione under a spell to get her to do it because Hermione thinks that she'll never get caught. Mum knows it's wrong but she's going it to keep Hermione from getting pregnant." Harry felt a deep stab of betrayal at Ron's words. This was so wrong but when he paused for a second, he could slightly understand. If Hermione were raped, she would never abort a baby and it would be a constant reminder as to what had happened to her.

"I don't like it," Harry told his best mate. Ron nodded.

"I don't like it either but the adults are the ones doing it, not me. I just caught Mum doing it last summer. I don't want Hermione to get pregnant if she ever gets caught and raped so I've kept quiet. I'm sure she'll hate me if she ever finds out but if it saves her in the long run, I'll reckon it's worth it." Harry nodded, not sure he could agree with that. He decided to be honest.

"I'm not sure I can agree with that. I'm going to have to think about it." Ron nodded.

"I get it. Let me know if you need help telling her." Harry was saved from giving a response by Molly calling them from the dining room, telling them that it was time from breakfast.

Their group scarfed their breakfast quickly, all in a hurry to get it down and get the day started. Even though it was his birthday, they were still all assigned chores to do for the wedding and they were quickly dispatched to finish them in hopes that they could finish early enough for a quidditch match before his party.

However, this wasn't meant to be since he had just finished setting up the tent and all the chairs and tables when he saw Hermione start for the house after manually pulling weeds all day. She looked exhausted and sweaty, something that Harry wasn't. He couldn't help but realize that none of the Weasley children were worked nearly as hard as Hermione was either. It bothered him more than he could say but when he approached Hermione before she could reach the door to go inside, she refused to meet his eyes and just dashed inside with a quick "I'm fine" over her shoulder.

Since they had all missed lunch because of their work for the party, Mrs. Weasley called them all inside and bid them to shower and change. Even though Hermione had been the first one inside, she was still working inside in the kitchen, her work day still clearly not done. It wasn't until they were almost done showering that she was released from her job to go shower and clean up. Harry couldn't help but wonder how that was fair to the muggleborn witch; Ginny had spent the whole day lettering the placemats for the reception while the boys had been placed outside doing odd jobs that weren't difficult at all.

Harry decided to be a gentleman and when Hermione dragged herself up the stairs, looking like she was more ready for bed than a party, he offered to let her shower first. She staunchly refused, telling him that it was for his party and he needed to be there on time, that it wouldn't matter if she was just a little bit late. He could see that she wasn't going to budge so he went ahead and showered, though he felt terrible that she had to go last.

By the time he made it downstairs, the party was already in full swing; since it was technically at an Order base and they couldn't invite any Hogwarts students, Harry was thrilled to see that the Order members he was close to had arrived. Remus was there, Tonks on his arm, her ring shining brightly on her finger. Kingsley was laughing deeply at something that McGonagall had told him and Hestia Jones and Dedalus Diggle were looking like they were scared to sample the punch, even though Hagrid and Slughorn looked as though they were fine after drinking it. Harry couldn't help but think that Jones and Diggle knew the twins better than the professors did.

The Weasleys were scattered all over the house and he was happy to see that Luna and Neville were also there. He quickly greeted the pair and he briefly wondered if there was something there besides friendship. It was just something about the way the pair acted that made him sure that he was seeing things. Ron was quick to come and greet them as well, though he ignored Luna after the initial hello. Neville, however, rated a full-on quidditch assault conversation, one that Ginny joined as well.

Harry noticed when Hermione finally arrived wearing a skirt that wasn't the fanciest he had ever seen but was most assuredly nicer than she wore to school. It was light yellow in color and was paired with a grey tank top that had yellow daisies along the neckline. It was very refreshing and age appropriate, unlike the sexy dress that Ginny had donned. Even though Neville was paying her no attention whatsoever, he had seen Slughorn take a peek or two at her cleavage and he wondered if that had been her aim from the beginning; she knew that he didn't like it when she dressed super sexy like that, he had been sure to tell her that from the beginning.

Hermione made her way around the room, making conversation with everyone that talked to her. It was confusing to realize that he couldn't keep his eyes off of her but know that he loved Ginny and wanted her more than anything. It made him feel dirty and lecherous and even though he scolded himself numerous times throughout the night, he couldn't help but to continue to watch the sway of Hermione's hips as she danced with everyone that asked her.

Finally, in the last half hour of his party, Harry gathered his nerve and left the others that he had been standing around with and talking about quidditch with. He had danced numerous times with Ginny, Luna, and Molly, even once with Tonks and McGonagall. However, not once had he gathered the nerve to ask Hermione, even though McGonagall had clearly called him out on it.

"You haven't asked Miss Granger to dance. Isn't she the one witch you wish to dance with more than anyone?" Harry had fumbled for an answer that was vague but truthful at the same time.

"I wanted to dance with Ginny." His Transfiguration professor had screwed up her face and glared at him like he was stupid.

"Maybe so. However, we both know that it's Miss Granger that matters most." After that, she hadn't said another word and left him to his own devices.

He now approached Hermione as she left the dance floor from dancing with Kingsley, something that she usually laughed through. This last dance had been a slow one and her cheek had rested on his chest; she was a tiny thing after all. Harry hated to admit that he felt a twinge of jealousy as he considered just how perfectly she fit in Kingsley's arms. When she caught sight of him approaching, her face went impassive and he almost lost his nerve. However, he was a Gryffindor and there was no backing down now.

"Hermione, would you do me the honor of dancing with me?" Her eyes were shuttered as she took his outstretched hand and for the life of him, he couldn't figure out why. He hadn't done anything to hurt her, to harm her. Why was she looking at him so distrustfully?

"You finally decided to ask me? Did Ginny finally give her consent?" Her voice was almost cold as she spoke and he suddenly understood. She thought that he had been avoiding her all night and that he hadn't asked her to dance because Ginny hadn't wanted him to. He pulled her close, relishing the feeling of her breasts against his chest and his erection against her belly. His hand tightened around her waist and he couldn't help the forceful tone of his voice when he spoke.

"You are mine to dance with when I please. Nobody gives me permission. I told you that Ginny and I aren't together. I wanted to dance with you now and here I am." He was worried that he had said the wrong thing when she pulled away from him and looked at him angrily.

"You just now want to dance with me and you expect me to jump when you say so?" She asked him, hurt edging into her voice. It killed him to know that he was the cause and he made his voice soften.

"I wanted to dance with you earlier but you always had a partner. I didn't want to ruin your good time," he told her. He could see her eyes were full of some sort of emotion but he wasn't sure what it was. She pulled away from him and gave him a sad smile.

"Thank you for asking me to dance, Harry. I had a great time. I'm going to go to bed now. I don't want to get in the middle of whatever you have going on with Ginny. Not only are you my very best friend, she's a friend as well. It would hurt you both and I can't have that on my conscience." Harry sighed, irritated.

"Hermione, Ginny and I aren't together." Hermione shoved him away from her angrily.

"She thinks you are. You're still shagging her. I deserve better." He didn't get a chance to say another word before Hermione disappeared into the crowd, probably headed for her room. He instantly felt terrible. He had all but told Ginny that they would get back together when Voldemort was dead and they were still shagging. Why was he flirting so hard with Hermione? Why did he even find her attractive? He never had before. It wasn't fair to Ginny and it certainly wasn't fair to Hermione. He vowed to make it up to her room to apologize to her.

Since the party was winding down, he made his excuses and told everyone that he was heading for bed, that he was tired and worn out from a long day of work and then a party of top of it. Really, he just wanted to tell Hermione how sorry he was. He hadn't seen Ginny in ages and Ron was still with the twins. He slipped up the stairs and stopped just outside Hermione and Ginny's bedroom door. He knocked on it lightly and was surprised when Hermione opened it in a robe. She gave him a cold glare.

"Ginny isn't here."

Harry sighed and figured that he deserved it. He reached out and took her hand, bringing her hand up to his mouth so he could kiss her knuckles. Her eyes softened slightly.

"I'm sorry, Hermione. That's what I came up here to tell you. I know that Ginny and I aren't together but she thinks that we are. You do deserve better and I'm sorry for thinking that you would get in the middle of that. You're a great friend to the both of us and neither one of us deserve you. Please forgive me for putting you in that position," he pleaded with her. Her eyes were soft so she was going to say yes but that didn't mean that he didn't still feel bad. Finally, after almost a minute, she gave him a soft smile.

"Alright, I forgive you. I love you, Harry, you're my best friend. I don't want to ruin things between you and I or between you and Ginny," she explained. He nodded and leaned over to kiss her forehead. It was an overly familiar gesture he had never done before but it somehow felt right. She smiled when he did it so that was also a plus.

Harry had just released her hand when Ginny appeared and shoved him into the bedroom and grinned. Hermione's face went impassive again and he watched her step back and away from the pair of them. He wondered if she realized that she did that or if she did it on purpose. However, he wouldn't blame her if she did it on purpose when he heard Ginny speak.

"Hermione, would you mind if I cast a silencing spell? I want a little privacy with Harry." Hermione's gaze dropped just a little and she quickly shed her robe to show him that she had the most perfect tits he had ever seen even though they were still encased in a shirt. She hurriedly climbed in bed and faced the wall, knowing that she wouldn't want to see what they were about to do. Harry spoke before the silencing spell went up.

"Ginny, this isn't funny, it isn't appropriate -" He was cut off but her wand waving through the air and he was surprised to realize that it was George's. The silencing spell fell into place and she fell to her knees, jerking his trousers down before he could utter another word. Her hands closed around his cock and he hissed in pleasure as he felt his member grow. The warm heat of her mouth was like heaven, calling his cock home.

Harry knew that Ginny was doing this for a reason but with his cock in her mouth, it was hard to concentrate. Her nose was burying in his curls and she was swallowing around his cock, taking him down as far as she could. He wondered briefly where she had gotten all the practice since she had only done this for him once before and it hadn't been this great. Her hands came up to tug on his balls and Harry hissed in pleasure, his hands burying in her hair so he could fuck her mouth faster. It was at the very last moment that he felt a graze of her teeth and it sent him over the edge.

Harry exploded in her mouth and even though her eyes were watering, she looked triumphant. Her throat was swallowing around him and in that very moment, with Hermione only three feet from them while he came down her throat, he felt like a complete and total piece of shite. He wasn't sure what was going on between Ginny and Hermione and he was completely clueless as to what was going on between himself and Hermione but in that moment, he knew that Ginny had just used him to make the whole situation worse.

Hermione was probably lying over there crying her eyes out, knowing that he had just done who knew what with Ginny only feet from her after he had been trying to do he wasn't sure what with her only an hour before. It made him feel dirty in a way he didn't like and it wasn't acceptable. There was no way that he could talk to Hermione about it right now, she would die from embarrassment. Truthfully, even though he wasn't sure what was between himself and Hermione, he knew that he had just ruined his chances with her. No self-respecting man did that to a girl that he liked. He had treated Hermione with complete and utter disrespect and he didn't deserve her.

Harry couldn't help the surge of anger as he shoved Ginny off his cock; she had been lovingly licking him clean. She landed on the floor and the look on her face was shock. He waved his wand and cancelled the silencing charm. He knew that his anger had overridden his common sense but at that point he didn't care. Hermione was his very best friend, the one friend who had never deserted him, and he had just hurt her immeasurably.

"We aren't getting back together when Voldemort is dead. I know you just used me for something, I just don't know what," he spat at her. She just shrugged her shoulders.

"We love each other, Harry. You've told me more than once that you love me. I didn't use you, you're just tired. You're stressed out because of Voldemort and the war. Come see me tomorrow and I'll relieve your stress," she whispered to him in a sulty, honeyed voice. Harry hated it and wondered how he had never seen it before.

"Trust me, after fucking you this morning, I'm not stressed. I'm serious. Don't think I'm kidding because I'm not. Move on, Ginny," he stated but he doubted that they made a dent. She was clearly living in her own little world and that world meant that she and Harry were together. Harry didn't bother to speak to Hermione, mostly because he didn't think that she would accept anything he had to say at that time.

He turned and strode out of their room, headed for Rons. Once there, he quickly changed and crawled into his camp bed. For the first time since realizing he was going to have to go search for horcruxes, he wished that they were already gone. Sure, Hermione would be something to deal with but it would be nothing like dealing with Ginny.

It was almost an hour later that Ron entered and Harry pretended to be asleep. The last thing he wanted to do was discuss the situation with his best mate. How could he possibly do that anyways? Once Ron had settled for the night, Harry rolled to the side and closed his eyes, determined to get a little bit of sleep.

After all, the did have a horcrux hunt to go in the next few days. It was going to be exhausting.

A/N- There you go, guys. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I just want to remind you again that this story will update sporadically since Blinded by Lies is my priority. When I can eek out the time to write a chapter for this, I'll post it. Anyways, it's kind of a slow start, I don't think Hermione and Harry get together until chapter fifteen or so I think. Don't quote that. Anyways, leave me a message after the beep and let me know what you think. Reviews are love.

Next chapter, Bill and Fleur's wedding.

Love,

Alicia