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Okay I hope this is like up to peoples standards and stuff and for now I'll just post the prologue. Just to say it starts of very soppy but this is simply because I am trying to get a point acriss that Hermione NEEDS Harry or lese her life is in pieces{you'll know why later in the story]. Also at the top of each different post I will have somrthing like - [Harry's POV or Lunas POV].This is becuase I will keep changing the point of veiw so you can get a bit of everyones. sorry if you don't understand. Oh and I'm not an aouthor I'm just a kid who loves to write so don't expect miracles lol.

Harrys POV

It was dawning upon midnight as I lay on the kingsized bed beneath the heavy patterned blankets diving in and out of my own thoughts slightly irratated by the constant scratch of the nearby quill yet none-the-less rather peaceful as my head ache began to calm. I wrapped the covers tight around myself as a cold chill ran down my spine. I took in a deep breath as I delved into my thoughts over next week. Wednesday to be precise. My eyes then opened as I gazed over at my soon-to-be wife who sat at the nearby desk writing silently. He long curls bounced upon her head and her eyes shone in the light of the candle. She was beautiful.
''Aren't you almost done?'' I moaned awaiting her presence beside me.
The quill paused, slightly on a slant and Hermione met my gaze smiling weakly whilst tucking her locks behind her ear. After a moment or two of silence she rolled up the partchment and placed the feathered quill back into the ink well which sat neatly in the corner. It was easy to tell which side of the room was mine and which was Hermiones. For everything Hermione owned sat neatly orgoanised or folded on the right hand side of the room each in colour co-ordanated boxes or otherwise hung on shiny polished pegs which glistened in the moonlight. Where as my clothes lay across the left hand side of the room with scrunced up peices of partchment littering beside the bin which had never been emptied and on my desk sat a leaking ink well which had been carelessy knocked over and a quill lying peacefully on the floor beside a few other pieces of junk. Hermione had always insisted on tiedying it but for some reason I enjoyed my side the way it was.
Once Hermione had finally changed she blew out the candle and soon I felt her presence beside me. I smiled wrapping my arms around her whilst my eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room. For although I could barely see her I could sense her. The smell of her lavendar perfume drifted up my nose and her long sonft curls ticked my neck as her lips found mine. Although I was now nearing twenty-six years of age and had been dating this woman for over seven years I still receieved the usual butterflys in my stomach each time we shared a kiss. For each time my lips met hers we connected. We shared something so deep. So loving. I simply felt so lucky to be able to hold her in my arms each night and each day.
''Harry?''
I soon snapped back to life finding Hermione smiling at my as I stroked her cheek.
''Sorry,'' I smiled gazing into her deep chocolate eyes.
Hermione said nothing more about it and leant her head on my chest. My hands ran through her hair as I relaxed my body my thoughts simply circling the day. My eyes the flickered to the window. Although the long cream curtains were closed I could just make out the shape of the full moon. I smiled. I knew many had suspicions about a full moon. Both muggles and wizards yet although I knew that this statement was true I had always found a full moon a sign of love and affection. Hermione made an odd jerk again awakening me from my thoughts and my eyes wandred over to hert resting body. As i closed my eyes I felt her slowly move upwards kissing my neck until reaching my ear, her breath tickling my neck.
''You do love me don't you,'' she whispered, although still pitch black I knew her eyes were on mine.
I sighed rubbing my nose against hers.
''Of course,'' I whispered my arms now running up and down her body.
She smiled weakly as the two of us kissed for a few moments. She then lay back beside me my arms still around her soft skin.
She burrowed her head into my chest and I felt something warm yet wet trickle down my torso. I lit a nearby candle with the help of my wand and found that she was crying. I couldn't help frowning in utter confusement. What had I said?
''Hermione?''
She glanced up at me tears tricking down her cheeks. I couldn't help thinking how beautiful she looked even when she sobbed like this.
''You'll never leave me will you?'' she asked now blinking back the tears.
I kissed her forehead smiling weakly.
''Oh Hermione, for a smart girl you can be awfully stupid at times,'' I whispered as the two of us giggled.
''I just don't know how I will ever be able to live without you,'' she sobbed her smile fading as quickly as it had come.
''Well you won't have to worry about that,'' I said holding her close. ''Because I will never leave you,''
She smiled yet I couldn't help feeling it had been heavily forced. A cold silence fell over the room as the two of us seemed deep in thought both thinking the same thing. I took in a deep breath inhaling the air around me.
''Just hold me Harry,'' came a soft whisper. ''And never let me go,''