Hermione rolled to her side, breathing heavily. Beside her Harry was also panting.

“Fuck, every time you get better.” He breathed.

Hermione nodded her head but didn’t turn over. Harry didn’t notice.

“Ginny comes home tomorrow, so be out by 7:30 alright?”

Hermione nodded again, willing the tears to not fall out of her eyes. It hurt so much.

Harry took a deep breath and then he started biting her on the neck.

“Hermione please . . .”

“No more tonight Harry.”

“Please.”

Hermione had never been able to resist him. She blinked by all the tears and turned over, running her fingers up into his hair. She stared deep into his green eyes and wondered why. Harry merely looked at her, waiting, like always.

“Love me.” She whispered.

And as it all started up again, she tried to convince herself that he did. As the feeling overwhelmed her she put aside her pain and focused on pleasure, telling herself that this would make everything better. And for a moment it did.