Harry's POV

"Neville...what the....how-?" I began but Neville had spotted Ron and Hermione, and with yells of delight was hugging them too.

"I knew you'd come! Kept telling Seamus it was a matter of time!"

"Neville, what's happened to you?" Hermione asked, looking at the disheveled state of the boy.

"What? This? This is nothing, Seamus is worse. You'll see. Shall we get going then? Oh," he turned to Aberforth, "Ab, there might bea couple more people on the way."

"Couple more?" repeated Aberforth ominously. "What d'you mean, a couple more, Longbottom? There's a curfew and a Caterwauling Charm on the whole village!"

"I know, that's why they'll be Apparating directly into the bar, just send them down the passage when they get here, will you? Thanks a lot."

I muttered a gracious thanks to Aberforth before setting down the tunnel with the others.

"Is it true? Did you break into Gringotts? Did you escape on a dragon? It's everywhere, everyone's talking about it, Terry Boot got beaten up by Carrow for yelling about it in the Great Hall at dinner!"

I nodded and Neville laughed gleefully. "What did you do with the dragon?"

"Released it into the wild," said Ron, "Hermione was all forkeeping it as a pet-"

"Don't exaggerate, Ron-"

The conversation shifted to Hogwarts and Neville started talking about how the school had changed. The Carrows were in charge, their specialty was punishment. They supposedly made Umbridge look tame - I wonder how that old hag was doing. Defence Against the Dark Arts had change to the Dark Arts and disturbingly the Cruciatus Curse was practiced on people who had detention. Muggle Studies had also taken a dark turn, with Alecto teaching it and preaching about how all muggles were awful.

Hermione beamed with pride when Neville informed her that the Galleons used for previous DA meetings were still being used ow to communicate. The DA had fallen off slightly though, the loss of Ginny and Luna made it harder for Neville as that trio were the leaders.

"The Carrows seemed to know that I was behind a lot of it, so they started coming down on me hard, and then Michael Corner went and got caught releasing a first-year they'd chained up, and they tortured him pretty badly. That scared people off."

"No kidding," muttered Ron, as the passage began to slope upward.

"We do get some information from the inside though. F/N visits us sometimes-"

"F/N?" Hermione asked, her eyes lighting up slightly.

Neville nodded. "Not often, but he comes when he can and gives us updates. I think he joined his lot...I doubt he had a choice. S'pose his parents probably forced him alongside Draco."

I nodded but internally I knew there was a much longer story behind it.

We turned a corner and there ahead of us was the end of the passage. Another short flight of steps led to a door just like the one hidden behind Ariana's portrait. Neville pushed it open and climbed through. As I followed, I heard Neville call out to unseen people.

"Look who it is! Didn't I tell you?"

As I emerged into the room beyond the passage, there were several screams and yells.

The next moment, we were engulfed, hugged, pounded on the back, our hair ruffled, our hands shaken, by what seemed to be more than twenty people. It was like we had just won a Quidditch final.

Upon Neville's command, the group calmed down and I was finally able to take a look at our surroundings. It was enormous, multicolored hammocks were strung from the ceiling and from a balcony that ran around the dark wood-paneled and windowless walls, which were covered in bright tapestry hangings. I saw the gold Gryffindor lion, emblazoned on scarlet; the black badger of Hufflepuff, set against yellow; and the bronze eagle of Ravenclaw, on blue. There were bulging bookcases, a few broomsticks propped against the walls, and in the corner, a large wooden-cased wireless.

"Where are we?" asked Ron dumbfoundedly.

"Room of Requirement, of course!" said Neville. "Surpassed itself, hasn't it? The Carrows were chasing me, and I knew I had just one chance for a hideout: I managed to get through the door and this is what I found! Well, it wasn't exactly like this when I arrived, it was a load smaller, there was only one hammock and just Gryffindor hangings, but it's expanded as more and more of the DA have arrived."

"And the Carrows can't get in?" I asked.

"No," said Seamus Finnigan, "it's a proper hideout, as long as one of us stays in here, they can't get at us, the door won't open. It's all down to Neville. He really gets this room. You've got to ask it for exactly what you need."

"Tell us what you've been up to, though," asked Ernie Macmillian from the group in front of us, "there've been so many rumors, we've been trying to keep up with you on Potterwatch."

We briefly filled them in on what we had been up to, but I didn't want to get too comfortable. We were still on a time limit and we still had a job to do.

"We need to get going." I said quickly.

"What are we going to do, then, Harry?" asked Seamus. "What's the plan?"

"Plan? Well, there's something we - Ron, Hermione,and I - need to do, and then we'll get out of here."

Neville looked confused. "What d'you mean, 'get out of here'?"

"We haven't come back to stay." I said, rubbing my scar because of the pain that soared through my head. "There's something important we need to do."

"What is it?"

"I can't tell you."

There was a ripple of muttering at this.

"We-we can't tell you. We've got to do it...alone."

"Why?" asked Neville.

But before I could answer, there was an incredibly familiar voice that spoke from behind us. "Because Potter wants to play hero...again. Come on now, are we even surprised anymore?"

Y/N's POV

It seemed like I had mastered the art of dramatic entrances because as everyone turned their head at me quicker than the speed of lightning, I smiled. "Hello everyone."

I scanned everyone's face, everyone looked happy to see me. Harry seemed confused but Ron seemed fuming.

"F/N!" Neville said happily, running up and giving me a hug. I looked different again. After what had happened at Gringotts and after clearing that entire mess up I had to return to Hogwarts after the rumors I heard from the other Death Eaters. I began in Hogsmeade and encountered the trio but then made my way back to the school. My hair was blonde again as I assumed the identify of F/N Malfoy.

Before Harry could counter me or Ron could antagonise me, the painting opened up yet again and we were joined by Luna and Dean. Soon after, they were followed by Ginny, Fred and George, Issac and Lee Jordan. It was like a whole bloody family reunion. Just as I thought everyone had arrived, Cho Chang walked in alongside Cedric Diggory.

"So what's the plan, Harry?" said George.

"There isn't one." said Harry, seeming disoriented by the sudden appearance of all these people.

"Just going to make it up as we go along, are we? My favourite kind." said Fred.

"You've got to stop this!" Harry told Neville. "What did you call them all back for? This is insane-"

Protests erupted from the remaining members of Dumbledore's Army and at last Harry caved. As he spoke, my attention was focused on Hermione, she looked tired but nonetheless beautiful as ever.

"All right," Harry said quietly, "there's something we need to find, something that'll help us overthrow You-Know-Who. It's here at Hogwarts, but we don't know where. It might have belonged to Ravenclaw. Has anyone heard of an object like that? Has anyone ever come across something with her eagle on it, for instance?"

Luna answered. "Well, that's her lost diadem. The lost diadem of Ravenclaw."

"Yeah, but the lost diadem," said Michael Corner, rolling his eyes, "is lost, Luna. That's sort of the point."

There was a sense of disappointment that filled the air, but in the end Luna offered to escort Harry to the Ravenclaw common room to see what the diadem looked like.

Once they had disappeared and Hermione approached me timidly. "F/N...can we talk?"

I looked at her, straight into those brown eyes of her and nodded. This was the most emotion I had felt in a long time. Almost as if by command, I noticed a small room in the corner of where we were. I ushered Hermione in and locked the door. It was a small quaint bedroom, nothing fancy. I sat on the edge of the bed and Hermione sat next to me.

"How have you been 'Mione?" I asked, looking at the girl.

She looked at me and smiled. "I've been better, how about you?"

I sighed. "I've been better too."

"I've missed you." she said quietly and I swore my heart fluttered ever so slightly.

"I've missed you too."

I looked into her eyes and we began moving dangerously close to each other. I was just about to give in and then I remembered, Nick.

"What about Nick, Hermione?" I asked, moving back from her.

"It didn't work out." she replied plainly. I couldn't help but feel elated by this news. After so long, the girl I loved was back. She had made her way back to me. In the past I would've stopped myself because I knew it would only put her in more danger. However, this was it, I knew the battle would begin soon and all hell would break loose. If I could enjoy this moment with Hermione before everything went to shit of course I would.

Warning: a mature scene starts now and will last until the end of the chapter. Just go to the next chapter if you want to skip.

I looked at the girl hungrily before pressing our lips together. I had to just hope that this room was noise-proof as I was consumed with such desire I knew this had only one possible outcome.

Our lips met and we were both filled with such passion. Almost immediately, my tongue entered her mouth and started exploring her, started tasting every single inch of her mouth. I had missed this desperately and ached for her to be near me again. Of course I had participated in such activities with Madison but Hermione was different, she was the one.

Hermione pulled my shirt hastily over my head revealing my torso with bruises and scars. She took a minute to look at them before reconnecting her lips, her soft hands brushing over my body sending waves of electricity through my body.

I fell back onto the bed with her on top of me, still kissing passionately. I gently pulled her top over her head revealing her bra, I reveled in her beauty before kissing her again. My hands trailed down her back and she let out a soft moan in my mouth, turning me on even more.

She then pulled away and I looked into her eyes, they were filled with passion, lust, desire, and even a bit of mischief.

She looked at me before placing kisses down my torso whilst unbuckling my belt and pulling my trousers down. My erection was prominent through my boxers and Hermione looked in awe. Without hesitation she pulled my underwear down and I let out a small groan. With no warning, her mouth teased the tip of my manhood. I let out a groan feeling the warmness of her mouth over me, it had never felt this good before.

I used my hand and grabbed her hair, pushing her down into me. Her mouth immediately took all of me and I threw my head back in pure pleasure.

"Fuck baby, you feel so good." I mumbled, Hermione enjoying the praise as she moved herself up and down. It felt so blissful, so perfect.

And when I was just about to unload, Hermione didn't move back, she stayed there. When I came, she took it all and swallowed. She swallowed it all and then seductively licked her lips.

"You taste good." she said with an innocent smirk.

That was enough to set me off again, I grabbed her by her waist and kissed her again. I simultaneously removed her undergarments, leaving the two of us
naked. I admired every inch of her, she was perfect. I was so stupid to ever let her out of my sight.

As we continued kissing, I placed her gently above me. I looked at her, almost to ask her if it was ok and she gave me a nod. She began to lower herself gently onto me, letting out a moan in the process. It was truly a euphoric feeling, her walls clenched around my manhood.

Once she had lowered herself, she moved up and down tentatively before she began to move forwards and back. This seemed to do the trick as she let out moans that were like a symphony to my ears. I guided her with my hands on her hips, moving to a rhythm that suited the two of us.

With this amount of pleasure, I knew I wouldn't be able to last long and looking at Hermione, it seemed like she was near her climax too. Eventually we both peaked and collapsed breathlessly next to each other. Surely this had to be a dream? It was too good.

I turned to the girl next to me.

"I love you 'Mione, it's been you and it will always be you."