A/N: This chapter will be a tad bit…well, I don't really want to say angsty, but kind of in that general realm.
WARNING: Graphic Incest. Anal.
Chapter 2 – Calming the Raging Inferno
21-year-old Harry Potter let out a belch and scratched the three days' growth of hair on his jaw, taking another swig of the Jack Daniels in his other hand. He was still in a sour mood; he hadn't had enough to drink yet to drown out his depression.
Fucking Evelyn, he thought angrily. Fucked everything up for me.
No, they hadn't been found out that summer despite having fucked every chance they got. Instead, everything went perfectly. They had a summer full of sex, Eve went back off to school, and Harry took a job as an auror. When Eve had gotten back from school the next summer she had a boyfriend. Harry had told himself he didn't care, he knew what they were doing was taboo and only going to last that summer. But even then, he knew he was lying to himself.
Because his sister had been the best lover he had ever had. There was a deep emotional connection that brought him more pleasure than mindless sex ever could. They shared something that Harry had never shared with any of his previous lovers, something deep down inside that made him want to hold her and never let go. Those feelings made him scared. He tried to suppress them, to deny them, but it was no use. He had only been on a handful of dates and hadn't been in an actual relationship since he had spent that summer with Eve three years ago. He just couldn't do it. None of them could compare.
The fact of the matter was that he was in love with his sister in a way no sibling should ever be. He wanted to take her out on dates, to hold her hand as they walked through the park, to snuggle with her while watching some movies on a rainy day, to hold her and give her soft lips a sweet kiss whenever he wanted. He wanted to see her walk down the aisle to him, a smile on her face…he wanted to grow old with her.
That's why it was her fault his life was ruined. It was all because of that summer.
Now thoroughly pissed, Harry stood up and staggered to the door. His brain hurt too much thinking about this. There was only one person who could help him with his problems. After trying to put on his coat for a good five minutes, Harry eventually gave up and apparated to the house of the one person who was smart enough to help him with this predicament: Hermione Granger.
He appeared on her doorstep and immediately fell flat on his arse, the mixture of booze and apparation too much for him. He stood up and brushed himself off before raising his hand to knock on the door, stopping when he saw that it was already open, Hermione looking at him with disappointment. This definitely wasn't the first time (this week) he had shown up drunk on her doorstep.
She cast a sobering charm on him before blasting him in the face with a powerful jet of water. Harry, sputtering, pulled out his own wand and dried himself. "I understand the sobering charm," he said, "but what's with the blast of water?"
"The water was for showing up drunk on my doorstep for the tenth time this month," said Hermione, ushering Harry inside and out of the cold night air despite her obvious annoyance with him.
When Harry had been properly seated in the living room with a cup of hot tea, Hermione asked, "So what is it this time? Finally figure out the meaning to life? I'm kind of busy right now, so make it quick."
Harry immediately paled, the reason he came coming to the forefront of his mind again. When he was drunk it had seemed like a good idea, but now that he was sober it seemed absolutely ludicrous. There was no way anybody would take this news well at all, let alone prim and proper Hermione.
"Spit it out, Harry," said Hermione. "There's no way you're coming here tonight and not telling me what's up."
Harry's hands balled into fists as he stared at his lap, his urge to tell Hermione almost unbearable.
Hermione, seeing Harry's mental war going on, reached a hand over the table and gently touched the hand that he had on the table. "Harry, it's all right. I'm here to listen."
Harry looked up at her open and honest face, a look of sympathy and understanding on it. He swallowed hard, took a deep breath and said, "I…I…" He clammed up and squeezed his eyes shut in frustration, unable to force the words past the lump in his throat.
Then the last thing he expected to happen actually happened. "Harry…does this have to do with Evelyn?"
Harry's eyes shot open, surprise and apprehension making his pulse speed up. "'How did you know?" he asked, his voice scratchy as it exited his dry throat.
"Every time we have a get-together, you two avoid each other like no other people I've ever seen," Hermione said. "But before her seventh year, you two were the closest siblings besides twins that I've ever seen. I see you looking at her, Harry. I know you want to talk to her. What happened between you two?"
Harry still wasn't sure how far he could take this with Hermione. The thought crossed his mind that it might be better if she found out for herself. She might take it better.
What a coward, his mind told him. Aren't you a Gryffindor.
Harry, not looking at Hermione, hurriedly said, "I love her."
He saw Hermione's eyebrows furrow in confusion. "Well, of course you do. You're her brother."
He met Hermione's eyes seriously. "No, Hermione, you don't understand," he said, his heart thumping in his chest. This was going to be the first time he ever told anybody else about this. "I love Evelyn…I love her like a man loves a woman. Like in a way I shouldn't love her."
Hermione froze with her teacup halfway to her lips. She gently, very slowly set it down, not meeting Harry's eye. But that didn't mean anything yet. Harry knew she hadn't come to a decision yet, she was thinking hard about what she had just heard. The first thing she said, which somewhat boosted Harry's confidence about this whole thing, was, "And what brought about this realization?" in a neutral voice.
"Well, actually," said Harry, not sure if he could keep going. Then he reminded himself that he had already come this far. What did he have to lose at this point? "We…er…had a pretty active summer before her last year of school," he admitted, blushing.
"I see," she said, face and voice still expressionless. "Well, I'm glad you had the courage to tell me what's wrong."
Harry swallowed. She still hadn't voiced her opinion on the matter. "Hermione," he said, his palms sweaty. "Can I just obliviate you so this never happened?"
"Harry, I think…" she said, wetting her lips. Then she picked up the newspaper sitting on her coffee table and hit him upside the head. "I think you're a bloody idiot for never telling her how you felt! How unfair to her!"
Despite having just been reprimanded and being hit on head with a newspaper, Harry was smiling brilliantly. He felt a lot better now that he had gotten that off his chest to somebody, even if it wasn't Eve. "Yeah, I guess that was a little selfish of me." He stood up, determination burning in his chest. "I better go."
But Harry was tackled by a hug from behind, Hermione enveloping him in one of her bone-crushers. "Harry?" she said, her voice muffled by his shirt.
"Yeah?" he said, looking over his shoulder at her.
"Just know that no matter what anybody else says, I'll always stick by your and Evelyn's side," she said, warming Harry's heart. "It isn't up to us who we fall in love with, and life is too short to not go after that one person who you know is going to make you happy, even if you are related by blood. But just remember Harry, if Eve returns your feelings and you guys get married and eventually decide to have kids, magic purges out any negative effects that interfamilial breeding usually results in."
If anybody else had said that to Harry, he would have been blushing and feeling a little weirded out. But Hermione managed to make it feel so detached, scientific, and proper, that it only instilled more confidence in him. "Thanks, Hermione," he said, smiling down at her. "You're the greatest friend a person could have."
"Now go get her," Hermione replied, her cheeks tinged pink as she pushed him towards the door.
He stopped though. "Hermione, she has a boyfriend," he said. "I can't just go up to her and profess my feelings to her."
"Harry, what did I just tell you about life?" Hermione said, this time pointing her wand at him. "Don't make me hex you."
Harry held up his hands placatingly. "Alright, alright!" he said with a smile. "I'm going!"
He apparated to Eve's doorstep, bringing his hand up to knock. Then the thought hit him that he had no clue what to say. "I love you?" he said out loud. Then he shook his head. "Nah, too lame."
"I have never set eyes on someone so beautiful and radiant as you?" He shook his head again. "Too cheesy. Come on, Harry, think," he said, pacing in front of her door.
"Girl trouble?" came a voice from Eve's doorway.
Harry turned and looked at his sister, his throat constricting as he took in her beauty. It was near eight at night, so she was already in her pajamas, which consisted of sweatpants, a tank top, and her hair pulled up into a ponytail. Never had he ever seen anything so beautiful.
"Eve," he choked out, realizing this was the first time they'd really spoken to each other since the last day of that summer. He grabbed her and pulled her in tight to him, glad that she hugged him back, even if it was tentatively. He had missed her so much. Missed her company, missed her feel, missed her smile. He had missed everything about her.
"What's wrong, Harry?" she asked, knowing something serious must've happened to make him come seek her out. Things had just been weird between them ever since that summer. "If you had girl trouble you could've just gone to Hermione."
Harry stepped into Eve's apartment, Eve following him into the sitting room. Harry, still thinking furiously about how to say what he needed to say, said, "I already went to Hermione."
"And what did she say?" Eve asked, sitting on the edge of her seat, her knuckles turning white as she gripped her sweatpants.
Harry stood up and began pacing, his brain pounding in his head. "She told me that life is too short to not go after the person who makes me happy."
"And you're having trouble telling her," said Eve, drawing the natural conclusion.
"Correct," said Harry.
"Well then, I'd say just shut up and kiss her then," said Eve. "I mean, that way if she doesn't return your feelings at least you would've gotten a kiss out of it."
Harry stopped right in front of Eve, staring down at her oddly. It was so simple but so brilliant, she was a genius! "Who's the lucky lady?" she asked quietly, her knuckles still white on her sweatpants.
Harry swallowed and kneeled down in front of his sister, placing his hands on hers gently. He looked seriously into her eyes and she swallowed in return, the intensity of his gaze sending shivers down her spine. He started leaning in and she leaned towards him in return, thinking he was going to whisper it to her. But then he was kissing her, making her eyes shoot open. Then she relaxed and kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck.
When Harry pulled back she was close to tears. "D-Did Hermione tell you?" she asked vulnerably. "Is this some sort of joke?"
Harry looked at her oddly, not understanding what she was saying. "What are you talking about? Hermione was supposed to tell me something?"
"She didn't tell you I loved you?" Eve said, now just as confused as Harry.
"You told her you loved me?" Harry said, not wanting to add to the questions but having no other choice.
"We must've had the same conversation with her then," said Eve, frowning. "I thought…I thought Hermione had told you and you were just coming over to tease me."
"No, Eve," he said, pulling her up to stand with him and wrapping his arms around her lower back. "Ever since that summer, I haven't been able to get you out of my mind. Why do you think I've never gone on more than one date with a woman? I love you, Evelyn Potter, I love you so much it makes my heart ache. How I went this long without you I don't know, and all I want to do is kiss you and hold you and never let you go."
Eve started crying and flung herself at Harry, burying her face in his chest. "I love you too, Harry. I couldn't stop thinking about it and you at school, and I can't stop thinking every day," she mumbled into his chest. "I've just wanted to be with you since then, but I was too scared to talk to you about it, especially since things got weird between us. I thought…I thought you hated me," she whispered.
Harry's chest tightened as his breath left him, guilt clinging to every cell in his body. She had thought he hated her? "Eve, out of all the people in the world, you are the last person I could ever hate. I love you."
She smiled shyly back at him. "I love you too."
Harry leaned down and captured her soft lips with his, the familiarity and sensuality of it sending fire racing through his veins. He had missed this. He had missed her. He had missed the feeling of her skin against his, the taste of her lips, the way her stomach fluttered when he skimmed his fingers over it, the way she arched her back when she was in the throes of ecstasy. He had missed her so much.
He didn't want to take it too far, so he let her set the pace. She seemed to be eager, though, for soon she was pulling his shirt over his head, hungrily devouring his lips as soon as they were accessible again.
"Harry," Eve moaned as he slowly drew her tank top over her head to tease her.
As soon as the tank top was gone she jumped him again, sending them sprawling onto the sofa with Harry on bottom. She scraped her nails down his abdomen, making him moan, then unbuckled his belt, intent on freeing his rapidly-hardening member as quickly as possible.
But Harry had other ideas.
He grabbed her shoulders and crushed her to his chest, kissing her softly but ferociously. He skimmed his hands up her sides, making her squirm and moan into his mouth, coming to a stop at her bra. He rubbed her back a little, making her melt against him, before he finally unclasped the garment. Harry tossed the bra across the room and immediately cupped his sister's breasts, marveling that they were larger than they had been yet still just as soft, smooth, and firm. He skimmed his thumbs over her hard nipples, sending liquid fire shooting to her core.
Eve, impatient with how slow they were moving, grabbed one of Harry's hands and slipped it into the waistband of her sweatpants.
"Going commando, eh?" Harry remarked in between the kisses he was lathering her neck with, inching his right hand over her mons to her already-wet pussy lips as his left hand continued to knead her breasts. "And already ready?"
Eve was grinding her pussy against his hand, trying to get him to just shove something in her already. "Harry," she moaned, trying to whine but failing because her voice was so breathy, her face flushed.
Harry pushed one finger deep into her, making her sigh in pleasure. "Still that tight?" he asked. "If I didn't know any better, I would say I'm the last man you've fucked."
"You are," Eve moaned, her arms shaking as she tried to hold herself above her brother. "The thought of making love to another man never crossed my mind."
Harry's cock was instantly rock hard in his pants, the knowledge that her pussy was still only his a major turn-on. "For the record," said Harry, "I'm in the same boat as you."
"Good," panted Eve, rocking her hips to get some friction going. "We can rediscover everything."
Harry slammed three fingers into his sister's pussy, arching them just a bit to hit her most sensitive spot, pressed her clit with his thumb, and nipped her pulse point simultaneously. She cried out, her arms giving out and making her collapse on Harry as her orgasm hit her with the force of a tidal wave. She came all over Harry's hand, coating it with her glistening cum as her pussy walls tried to milk his fingers like a cock.
"If I recall correctly," said Harry with a smug grin. "We learned a lot that summer."
Harry dragged his hand up Eve's body, spreading her juices up her stomach and chest as she panted into his neck. "We did indeed," she said, sucking the remainder of her juices off his fingers.
Eve went for his pants again, but Harry stopped her, sitting up so he could reach his hands behind her head. He grabbed the band holding her ponytail up and she said, "Wait! My hair's a mess!"
Harry pulled the band out anyway, letting her straight, smooth black hair fall down her shoulders and back. "You look more beautiful like this, though," said Harry.
Eve smirked at him and grabbed her wand, vanishing the rest of their clothes off of them. "You kept stopping me," she explained. She ran a single nail up the length of his shaft, making his erection twitch. The first time it had been touched by someone other than himself in three years. "You say I'm more beautiful this way," she said, bending over so the bottom of her breast just brushed the swollen head of his cock, making him gasp. "Does that mean I'm not beautiful with my hair up?"
"Eve, you know what I meant," Harry panted, unable to believe that he had been able to concentrate enough to speak a coherent sentence.
Eve stroked his cock lazily, her warm, soft hand sending pleasure coursing through his body with ease. "I don't think I do," she said, teasing him. "Enlighten me."
"Well, what I meant was…" he stopped as his sister licked the head of his cock, making sure to get the clear precum beaded at the tip.
"You were saying?" she said, panting on his cock as she pumped it with her soft fist.
"You are very beautiful with your hair up, it just…it…just…" Harry trailed off, Eve now sucking the head, her lips wrapped tightly around it. "Cheater."
"So you don't want me to suck your cock?" Eve asked, letting go of him and batting her eyelashes at him playfully.
"You're always beautiful!" Harry cried. "Even when you're stupid enough to think you aren't!"
Evelyn closed in on his cock, giving the shaft an open-mouthed kiss. "I think I'll let the 'stupid' remark slide since the rest of it was so sweet," she said, kissing her way up his shaft until she was gently kissing his crown.
She lowered her mouth on him, not stopping until he was as deep as she could take him down her throat, which gripped Harry's cock perfectly. She then began bobbing on him, her tight lips and soft, wet tongue moving up and down his hard, thick shaft. She stroked the remaining bit in tandem with her mouth, giving him her world-class head. Saliva rolled down Harry's cock as Eve continued to bob on it, deepthroating it with every few passes.
"Eve…I…I'm…" Harry stuttered, fisting the fabric of the couch cushions as his balls tightened.
"Cum?" she panted, strings of spit still connecting her lips to his cock as she furiously pumped his shaft. "All over my face, just like you know I want it?"
Harry grunted and thrusted his cock into Eve's hand as his hot, sticky cum shot out of the tip and coated Eve's face, hitting her cheek, nose, chin, and finishing with a thick spurt directly into her mouth, which she happily swallowed.
She wiped the cum off of her face and licked it off her hand, moaning at the taste in an effort to get Harry hard again as soon as possible…and not to mention the fact that she loved the taste of his cum.
Harry was hard again in no time, especially after a crazy-hot kiss that left his head spinning. She smiled against his mouth as she felt his cock pushing against her pussy lips, begging for entrance. And entrance she allowed him, smoothly sliding down his thick shaft until she had completely impaled herself on him, her soaking walls providing perfect lubrication. Harry grunted and gripped Eve's hips, keeping her still on him as he reveled in the fact that he was actually fucking his sister again. But then she pulled off of him completely and turned around, bending over the armrest and presenting her fine arse to his greedy eyes.
Harry grinned and immediately positioned himself behind her, grabbing her hips and using them as leverage to push his cock against her tight anus. He pushed until the head popped into her body, holding her steady as he slid the rest of his shaft into her. There was almost nothing better in this world than watching sweat make his sister's smooth, flawless back shine as he fucked her arse until she came hard. Almost nothing better.
He pulled out of her slowly and pushed back in, making her moan. He began fucking her arse softly, using long, slow strokes that made her gasp and whimper. Harry ran a hand up her spine as he continued to thrust his cock into her, her breathy grunts sending lances of pleasure straight to his balls. The sound of their slapping skin filled the room as Harry's hips slammed against her soft arse, her pants as she gripped the arm of the couch music to Harry's ears. He felt something touch his balls as he continued to pound into her and found that Eve was doing her best to try to shove what looked like a clear dildo into her soaking canal. Harry grabbed it for her and slammed it in, making her cry out as it stretched her out.
"Harry," she panted as he held the dildo in place, the pressure against his cock feeling strangely pleasurable. "Harry, will you hurry up and cum already so I can get the real thing?"
"Oh, you want to be filled with my cum that badly?" Harry asked, slowly pulling the dildo out before slamming it back in, making Eve cry out again. "My baby sister wants every hole to be fucked and filled with hot cum? Tell me you're a slut."
"Only your slut," she gasped, squeezing her eyes shut as a few tremors of pleasure wracked her body. "Only your cock. Only your cum."
"Tell me how badly you want it," Harry said, his balls tightening as his sister's asshole tightened sporadically around his hard shaft.
"I would do anything for it!" she cried, bucking her hips as Harry pulled the dildo out of her.
"Tell me you love me," Harry said, gritting his teeth to keep his orgasm at bay.
"I love you!" Evelyn shouted, her back arching as her orgasm hit her, her clear cum running down her inner thighs while ecstasy exploded throughout her body.
Harry leaned over his sister, grabbing one of her breasts and sucking her neck as his hot, ropy cum rocketed through his shaft and shot deep into her body, his cock pumping her full of his load. Harry then collapsed backwards onto the couch, pulling Eve with him so her back landed on his chest and his cock slipped out of her.
Eve made to roll off of him, but Harry wrapped an arm around her stomach, holding her against him.
"I love the feel of your skin," he said, his breath tickling her ear. "Let's take a breather."
"What's the matter, Harry?" Eve asked teasingly as she let her head rest on his shoulder. "Becoming an old man?"
Harry grinned, sneaking the hand up that wasn't holding her to lightly brush her nipple, making her squirm on top of him. "Not quite," he said. "I just wanted to spend some time with you tonight and talk to you in a manner other than whimpers, grunts, and dirty talk."
"What did you want to talk about?" Eve asked, turning her head to look at him.
"Anything," Harry replied, turning his head to face her, their noses a hairsbreadth from touching.
Eve smiled warmly, though it quickly slid off her face. "What are we going to tell mum and dad? What are we going to tell all of our friends? What if they don't like us anymore?"
"True friends stick by you no matter what the circumstances," said Harry. "Like Hermione. And mum and dad…they'll come around eventually. They love us too much to leave us alone for long."
"That's best case, Harry, and both you and I know it," she whispered, worry in her eyes. "What if they all hate us?"
Harry remained silent for a minute, thinking hard. Then, finally, he said, "Do you really want to know what I think?" he asked rhetorically. Eve nodded quickly. "I think that I love you," he said softly and earnestly, "and I think that I don't care what anybody else thinks as long as I have you," he finished, leaning his head forward a little to brush her lips with his. "I think you're worrying too much," he whispered, kissing her bottom lip, which she still hadn't moved. "Come on, Eve, let's get back to it," he said, kissing the corner of her mouth.
"You're right," she whispered, making him pull back. She was looking deeply into his eyes. "You're right, Harry. Everything is alright in this world as long as we have each other."
"Then come on, Eve," Harry whispered. "Let's make the world right."
He kissed her softly but deeply, hardening as she kissed him back with just as much passion. She grabbed his hands and pulled them up to her breasts, prompting him to knead them. He hardened even more as he groped her, her soft skin smooth and perfect to the touch.
They continued to kiss, Harry kneading his sister's breasts as she lightly touched her outer pussy lips, which were growing moist, until Harry was completely erect, his shaft pressing against the length of her pussy. Eve was rubbing the bottom of his shaft, pushing the top harder against her pussy.
She rolled over so she was lying stomach down on her brother, her breasts pressed against his chest as she continued to kiss him. Her soft, delicious tongue was doing wicked things to Harry, making him painfully hard. He reached down and began massaging Eve's lower back, dipping his hips down as she simultaneously pulled hers up. Eve reached down and lightly grabbed his cock to guide it into her pussy, Harry moaning into her mouth as she slid down his length, her pussy walls gripping him just as tightly as her asshole, only warmer and wetter.
Eve began rolling her hips on her brother's cock, breaking their kiss to look into his eyes and whisper, "I missed this."
Harry lightly thrusted into her, only enough to make her body rock on top of his a bit. "I did too," he said, capturing her soft lips with his as they continued to slowly fuck. After a bit more of the slow fuck, Eve captured Harry's tongue between her lips and sucked it as she pulled off of it, mimicking exactly how she sucked the head of his cock as she pulled off of it after he blew his load down her throat.
He moaned her name and she smirked as she sat up on his cock, her face and body flushed and sweaty. She began bouncing on his shaft, letting herself be impaled again and again, the tip of his cock just barely brushing her cervix with each bounce.
"Still fits in me perfectly," she said breathily, her eyes closed.
"Of course," Harry said, holding her hips as he thrust into her a little. Oh, how he loved it when she rode him. Watching her tits bounce as she rode his cock was right up there with making her cum while he fucked her arse.
Eve, who was on her knees while she bounced on her brother, braced herself using his lower stomach, her nails digging into his skin every time his cock hit the right spot in her. The pain sent more waves of pleasure radiating throughout his body. Her wet, velvet pussy walls would randomly tighten and twitch around his hard shaft, sending even more pleasure radiating throughout his body.
Harry brought a hand over to rub his sister's clit, the initial contact making her hips buck and her eyes shoot open as her rhythm faltered. "C'mon Eve, don't slow down," Harry said, rubbing her clit in slow circles.
"Right," Eve panted, riding her brother's cock with renewed vigor.
He was thrusting up into her, too, making her moan and pushing the breath out of her each time she slammed onto his cock. He was rubbing her clit in fast circles now, alternating how hard he pressed down on it.
Surprisingly enough, it was Eve who reached her limit first. She let herself slide down his cock and stayed down, crying out and thrusting out her tits as Harry felt her warm cum coat his cock. "Eve, keep riding me," he ground out, trying his best to thrust into her, his orgasm tingling in his balls.
She rode him at a much slower pace, her eyes unfocused as she did her best to concentrate on the task at hand. Then Harry sighed and held her all the way down on his cock, pumping her pussy full of his hot, thick cum.
Eve moaned and collapsed on top of him even as her inner walls continued to milk him for every last drop of his seed, her face buried in his neck. He still couldn't stop marveling at how good it felt to have her soft, smooth skin against his own again.
He sighed against her ear and kissed her temple softly, smiling into her hair.
Merlin, how he loved this woman.
"We have to thank Hermione," Harry said softly, wrapping his arms around his sister as his cock slid out of her body.
"We do," she mumbled softly, the vibrations caused by her voice tickling his neck.
They remained in silence for a few minutes, Eve's breathing slowly evening out.
"Eve," Harry whispered, getting no response. "Evelyn," he said a bit more strongly this time.
"Hmm," she mumbled groggily.
"You tired?" he asked, wrapping her arms around his neck as he sat up.
"Mmhmm," she replied, her head resting in the crook of his neck.
"Can you wrap your legs around my waist so we can go to your room?" he asked.
He felt her nod into his neck and her legs slowly wrapped around his waist. He stood up and cupped her arse, holding her up. Eve snuggled into his neck even more, her nose brushing it. He managed to find her room on the first try and gently set her on the bed, detaching her arms and legs from him for her. He closed the door and climbed into bed with her, pulling the blankets over them and kissing her cheek as he spooned her.
"Good night, Evelyn," he whispered into her ear. "I love you."
"Love you," she breathed back before slipping into unconsciousness, the warmth of Harry's body making her feel thoroughly loved and protected.
Harry grinned and closed his eyes, draping his arm over his sister's smooth stomach. Then, unconsciously, out of sheer, unforgotten habit, her hand came to rest on top of his, her fingers intertwining with his own.
Then, a small smile on his face, Harry followed his sister into the realm of dreams.
He was never going to let her out of his sight again.
A/N: Wow, I churned this one out pretty fast. It was all due to you awesome reviewers, thanks!
DarthMittens (my boyfriend; check out his profile for some awesome Harry/Hermione stories!) and I are working seriously hard on a collaborative piece(s), a longer story. I also have a longer story of my own that I just started working on, a Harry/Lily Evans Potter fic. Just thought I'd give you all an update in case you were wondering.
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