Harry Will Be Loved

Disclaimer: All characters pertaining to Harry Potter were created by J.K. Rowling. I own nothing here except the plot. No money is being made here as this is for entertainment purposes only. Happy reading!

Type: This is a song fic. The song is "She will be Loved" by Maroon 5. I have changed the words around a bit to make as if it is being sung about a male instead of a female. No offense meant to the awesome group!

Thanks to my beta, Charmed Nay

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Handsome prince of only seventeen

He always belonged to someone else

Harry and Hermione made their way to the library. Along the way, they met up with Draco. "Oi! Look it's Hogwarts' newest love birds!" he sneered at them. Hermione just shook her head. He always seemed to pop up especially since she and Harry started dating.

"Get lost, Malfoy," Harry said. "Just because you don't have a girl doesn't mean the rest of us can't have one." Hermione pulled Harry forward not wanting him to get into yet another round with the arrogant git. She had been in love with Harry for the longest time. He had never approached her because he thought that she and Ron had something going on. When Ron told them two weeks ago that he and Luna were seeing each other, they were both relieved. They could share their feelings openly, and not worry about their best mate. Harry had been so nervous and timid the first time he kissed her. She smiled remembering the moment.

"Well, love, here we are!" Harry said brightly. They had made their way to the back of the library to their private table. At that moment, Professor Snape walked up to them. He seemed strange.

"Potter, we have to talk," he said roughly, casting Hermione a glance full of loathing.

"Whatever you have to say, it can be said in front of her," Harry said bluntly. He hated Snape. Had hated him for ages. Snape never failed to give any of them a hard time. He was their worst professor.

"Very well, Potter. I have been forced to take a potion. It was the Dark Lord's idea of punishment. He knows that I loathe you." Snape paused to give them a hateful look. "It will supposedly make me fall in love with you as soon as you drink the same concoction. Have you drunk anything unfamiliar to you?"

Harry was laughing. "Get serious. You mean to say that if I drink some bloody potion, you will love me?"

"Stop laughing, you insolent little brat. I want this no more than I want to die although that thought wouldn't be half bad compared to this." Snape smirked. "Just don't drink anything strange in the next 24 hours, Potter, or we will be doomed."

"Hang on," Harry said. "We?"

"That's right. If you drink it, it will have the same effect on you. Voldemort says that since I failed to bring you to him on Hallow's Eve that I am cursed with the job of keeping you occupied. He will have someone slip you the potion, and when he is ready to destroy you, he thinks you will meekly follow me to him." Snape spat the words in disgust. "As you were."

Hermione and Harry broke into laughter as soon as he was out of earshot. "Goodness!" Hermione said sarcastically. "I would hate to lose you to a man. Snape at that!" She wiped tears of laughter from her eyes.

"Never. I'll always be with you, Hermione. Promise that no matter what you'll never leave me." Harry had spoken so seriously that she stopped grinning.

"Harry, I'll never leave you. I love you," she said softly. He kissed her so tenderly she had to open her eyes to make sure his lips were there.

"I love you, too," he said thickly, eating a chocolate frog. He swallowed. "This tastes strange." He popped the rest of it into his mouth.

"Where is my portion?" She pouted playfully. "I love them!"

"Sorry," he said sheepishly. "Some little first year from Hufflepuff was being roughed up by Goyle earlier. I told that git to sod off, and the little kid gave this to me in thanks."

Hermione became instantly worried. "Harry, it tasted strange you say? I mean, what if it was laced with that bloody potion."

Harry laughed. "Of course it wasn't." His grin faded. "Hermione..."

"What is it?" She became worried, seeing his dark expression. She was surprised when he shouted a cloaking spell and a soundproof spell. No one would be able to see or hear them. He must have something important to say.

"I have this urge...to see Snape. Oh my God!" Harry was panicking. He grabbed her shoulders roughly. "Make it stop, Mione. Make me not want him."

"Harry...I don't know what to say. Maybe we should talk to him." She gasped as he kissed her roughly. His fingers digging into her arms. "Stop, Harry."

"Sorry. The feeling passed. Maybe it just comes and goes then. It's like when I kissed you, I saw you not him." He began pacing.

She rubbed her arms where he'd been holding her. "Maybe we should go talk to Professor Snape, Harry." He nodded, doing the counter curse for the charms.

I drove for miles and miles

I want more

Harry and Hermione silently made their way to Snape's personal chamber door. Before they could even knock, the door opened, and Snape pulled Harry in roughly. Hermione walked in behind them in shock. The door slammed shut of its own accord. "What are you doing to him?" She heard herself yell at Snape. Snape had a handful of Harry's hair, and was jerking him back and forth in anger. Harry placed a hand to Snape's cheek when he stopped to look at Hermione. Snape took Harry's hand to kiss it.

Hermione couldn't believe what she was witnessing. Snape was pulling Harry's face to his for a kiss. "No!" she yelled. "You two hate each other. There has to be a counter potion." She ran in between them. "Please...make a potion, Professor."

"Ten points from Gryffindor for standing between my lover and me!" Snape roared.

"Did you just hear what you said? Your lover. It's Harry! You hate Harry." She was trying to make him see sense.

"How dare you?" Snape bellowed. "I love Harry!" Then she saw him pull at his hair wildly as if trying to fight off an inner demon. "Potter! Why did you drink it?"

"I drank nothing!" Harry retorted angrily. Then he added softly. "I ate a chocolate frog laced with it, love." In horror, Harry slapped a hand over his mouth. He'd just called Snape his love! Hermione felt dizzy. Her boyfriend had been cursed to love their most hated professor. Where did that leave her?

"A candy then? How sneaky!" He stepped back from Harry as if he was a disease. "I will be working on an antidote, Harry."

"Professor? Why is it that when I am close to Hermione the feelings seem diminished?" He looked at her softly then narrowed his eyes at her. "When I kissed her earlier, I was like a mad man trying to rid myself of your face, and it worked until we came here."

"I can only imagine it is because you love her," Snape said thoughtfully. "I, though, have no other interests. It will be rather hard for me. We have to keep up an act. This cannot get out. I will be ruined here at Hogwarts. You will be ruined in the public's eye. We need to have their support when you finally take on the Dark Lord."

Hermione spoke immediately. "I will do what I must to help you, Harry. I know this isn't what you really want deep down, and he's right. No matter what goes on between the two of you, this can't get out. He can make the antidote, and we'll never look back." Harry nodded, but he looked to Snape to see if he agreed.

"Miss Granger," Snape began. "Until this potion is created...he and I will have...er...needs. Can you handle that?" He raised an eyebrow.

She looked from Snape to Harry. Harry seemed to want what Snape wanted. She couldn't let him down. She loved him. This was not his fault. It was that dirty, rotten Voldemort's fault. "I'll never leave him. We'll find a way to get through this. It won't last forever."

"I'll never leave you either, Mione. No matter what." Harry's eyes misted over. "I love you...and him. Strange, really." She watched as he moved to Snape for a tight embrace. It hurt her more than she could express. Snape hugged him back just as intensely.

"Harry?" she asked, trying to break the spell. He looked at her, eyes full of grief. He knew he was hurting her, but he couldn't withstand the desire. She nodded. "I'll go on then."

"Good bye." Snape said acridly with a smirk, trying to hurry her out. She walked out feeling rejected, disappointed, and like she'd just lost the best thing that ever happened to her...forever.

I don't mind spending everyday

He will be loved

Hermione sat out in the corridor down the hall from Snape's door for nearly two hours waiting for Harry. Draco happened to walk by. "What are you doing down here, Mudblood? You waiting for a real man to make a woman out of you?" The look on his face told her that he would be all too happy to show her the way to womanhood.

"Not at all, git. Just trying to think about things," she said a little too nicely. She noted how his expression changed. If he wouldn't have been Malfoy, she would have thought he was concerned.

"Potter give you the heave ho, then?" His eyes were narrowed.

"Of course not," she said sharply. "Things are just...oh, sod off!" She realized she was about to confide to him that she was unhappy with Harry. He of all people would not need to find that out. It would be all over school.

"Suit yourself." He grinned mischievously. "Offer still stands you know. Come on down anytime you want a real man." He stalked off before she could think of a reply.

She was about to get up when Harry finally rounded the corner. His lip was bleeding and his robes were torn. She gasped. "Oh, Harry! What has happened to you?"

He was shaking while wiping the blood from his mouth, and he looked as if he was about to cry. "Not here. Astronomy Tower." He pulled her along with him toward the winding stairway that would lead them to the roof. He was walking so fast he was nearly dragging her along. She thought she saw a black cloak slip into a dark corridor at the bottom of the stairs, but when they passed by, she saw nothing.

tap on my window knock on my door

It doesn't matter anymore

"Harry, what did he do to you?" she asked in horror. He was unlike she'd ever seen him.

"I love him. I hate him. I hate myself for loving him. I hate myself for hurting you. I love you. I'm a mess, Hermione." Harry broke down and cried. "How can I have done this? Only death could have kept me away tonight."

She pulled him down to a sitting position with her. "SShhh..." she soothed. "I'll do anything I can for you, Harry. What would help you?"

His watery green eyes met hers. She saw his eyes close, and when they opened, they were glazed over.

"Your arms and your body can quench my desire for him. You could make me forget what I have done." He sounded as if he would have her whether she agreed or not. She'd never imagined her first time to be like this, but she loved him. If he wanted to bed her here on the top of the Astronomy Tower, then so be it.

"All right, Harry." It was all he needed to hear. He pushed her back roughly and kissed her mouth. He'd never been so rough with her. Instead of soft nibbles, there were rough bites. It was as if only through violence could he forget. He quickly pushed her on her back and was over her in an instant. He reached under her robes, pushed her skirt aside, and ripped her panties down to her knees.

"Wait, Harry," she said in panic. He was being too rough. Her head was being pushed into the hard wall. Hermione was most uncomfortable. He didn't acknowledge her words. He just set about his task of lowering his trousers just enough to expose his middle section. "Harry...not like this..." she pleaded.

His eyes bore into hers. "You keep quiet." It was not his voice at all. "I have to concentrate on your face to get rid of his. Don't break it."

He roughly pushed himself inside of her, and she screamed. Not only had he taken her virginity, but he'd also taken her dignity. She sobbed, trying to look at anything but him. She felt so terrible. He didn't even care that she was uncomfortable. Far above them, she heard something streak by. Probably a threstal. "Stop crying," he hissed. This only made her sob harder. What had become of her Harry? She felt a hand close over her mouth to stifle her cries. Finally she heard him cry out, and he fell almost lifelessly on top of her. She struggled to push him aside, and was able to slide away from him. She curled up in a ball and cried, rocking herself back and forth. What had she let him do to her?

"Oh, my god. Hermione..." Harry touched her shoulder. She cringed. He pulled her to him anyway, and he forced her to look into his eyes. "I love you. I don't know what took over me." He wiped her eyes with his fingers. She saw that his fingers were bruised. Had Snape been just as rough with him?

He stood up quickly and said, "I can't live like this. I hurt you. I hurt him. He hurt me. I'm sorry." He walked to the tower's railing and began to climb over. He was going to fall to his death!

"Harry, no!" she screamed, running to him. She pulled him back to her chest. He was standing one inch from his death. "Snape will find the antidote. I can handle this. Please don't leave me." She helped him climb back over.

"What have I done to deserve you?" he asked quietly.

She kissed his nose. "You lived." He smiled.

"I feel at ease right now. I don't feel like going to him. You might just be my antidote, Mione." He shuddered. "You drive him from me."

She gave him her most brilliant, fake smile. "I'll never leave you, Harry. We can beat this."

It's not always rainbows and butterflies

You can come anytime you want

A couple of months passed, and Snape had still not found the antidote. Hermione wondered if he was really trying very hard. Things had not changed for her or Harry. Around everyone else, they were the same super couple, but when they were alone, things would be very different. He would do what he had to do to her to make him forget about Snape, and she would let him. She would never admit it to him, but she hated the nights when he would pull her up to the Astronomy Tower. She would just concentrate on something else while he did what he had to do. Sometimes he would get really rough, and she learned to fight back a bit to bring him to his senses. After they would always cuddle until Harry seemed himself again.

She would always go straight to the prefects' bathroom, to think, and to wash away her aches. He left many bruises on her. She didn't know if he realized exactly what he did to her, but she had seen some of his bruises as well. Snape was probably rough with him to punish him for loving him. It was a twisted relationship they had. Ron never noticed that anything was wrong. He just figured that they were off to have a shag. To her knowledge, Harry had not been with Snape again completely. When he got the urge to go to Snape, he'd find her instead to relieve his lust. She could only imagine what Snape was having to do to keep from attacking Harry the moment he'd see him.

She loved Harry...truly she did. She had promised to never leave him no matter what. She would endure this. Hopefully one day soon, they could go back to the way things were. She didn't know though if things would ever be the same. He'd been so soft before Voldemort did this to him. They'd never had the chance to make love like normal couples. It almost always felt like rape even though she was consenting to it. She was left feeling used, battered, and dirty.

"Mione," Harry said. She tensed up. Surely he wouldn't want to go back to the tower again so soon? "I have been given detention by Filch. He is making me serve it tonight...with Snape." Harry waited for her reply. When she had none, he went on. "You know, he and I alone..."

"Do it, Harry. It's what your heart craves anyway," she said bitterly. He looked wounded. She didn't care though. "I won't ever be him. Maybe you should start shagging him regularly. It would spare me this." She lifted her sleeve to show him the horrible bite he'd left on her the night before.

"I'm sorry. I love you." It was all he said before he walked away. He was headed down to Snape's office. She watched him until he disappeared. She felt relieved, disappointed, and broken. Before she turned to go her own way, she saw Draco walk out of the shadows. He looked to her for a moment, and then took Harry's path. She wondered if he was following them. He seemed to be everywhere. But, no, his dorms were that way. She ran as quickly as she could to the library. It was the only place she could go to and think...alone.

I don't mind spending everyday

He will be loved

Snape opened his door to find Harry standing there. He had been yearning for him to come here. He had to practically beg Filch to let him serve his detention with him this night. That Granger was always joined at his hip, and he could never have many private words with him. Apart from a few heated snogs and rough embraces, they'd not been together since that first night. He smirked at Harry. "You're early, Potter."

"I couldn't stay away any longer," Harry replied.

Why try to fight this? Snape asked himself. Potter was willing. So was he. They were grown men and could make their own decisions. Poor, Ms. Granger. He knew she had the rough end of the deal. True to her word, she had stood by Harry though. That was her Gryffindor bravery, he knew. He would have Harry this night. All night. He pushed her sad face out of his mind.

"I've had no luck with an antidote as of yet," he said softly.

Harry smiled. "Good." And, it was Potter who kissed him. Snape lifted him easily, shutting the door behind them.

Harry left Snape's office near dawn the next morning. He thought guiltily of Hermione. She'd understand though. She always did. What was wrong with him and Snape having a little shag now and then? It's not like it was another woman he was drawn to. He loved her though. Hated what he was doing to her, but he could not deny this. Had he wanted this all along? Of course not! An angry voice said in his mind. Snape had told him over and over that he loved him. Harry had felt safe and happy. It was the only time he'd not been looking over his shoulder, waiting for someone to attack him. He knew Snape would never let that happen. Voldemort had made a big mistake when he did this to them. Hermione always told him that she loved him as well. He had the best of both worlds.

I know where you hide

Comes back and begs me to catch him every time he falls

Hermione was sitting in the library at her table crying quietly when Malfoy pulled up a chair. "Tsk tsk, Mudblood. Fail an exam, did you?" She didn't reply. She just stared at him. "No, that must not be it. Oh, I know. Potter, who you thought to be the man of your dreams, doesn't quite measure up to say...me." He grabbed her arm to pull her up, and she whimpered. He jumped back. "Easy. I didn't try to hurt you on purpose."

She looked at him angrily. He was invading her space again. Why did he always have to show up when she was at her worst? She hated it. It was like he had some device that told him when she was at her worst. "Can't you just leave me in peace for once? I promise we can fight tomorrow. Just not right now. I haven't the energy."

He was pulling up the sleeve to her robe. "What the fuck is this?" He was gawking at her large, purple and yellow bruise.

"I fell off a broom," she said quickly.

"You don't fly," he pressed. How the hell did he know that? Was he always spying?

"I know I don't. It's why I was trying. See what happens to me? I should have known better. Now get the fuck out of here!" she screeched.

She saw a triumphant look in his eyes as he smirked. "Make me." She picked up a heavy book, and she lugged it at him with all of her might. He caught it in his hands. "Poor, Mudblood. Can't even hit someone four feet away." She reached for the chair, and he scampered away. She laughed loudly. If someone would pass at that moment, they'd think she was mad. She made her way back to Gryffindor Tower in better spirits than she had been. At least the git is good for something.

Tap on my window knock on my door

I want to make you feel beautiful

"Hermione, what will I do this summer? I will go mad on Privet drive! I can't believe that we haven't found a damn antidote yet." Harry was ranting. Inwardly she was a bit relieved to have a break, but he would never hear her speak those words.

"I love you," she told him. He kissed her then. "You'll be ok, Harry. Molly will invite you over, I'm sure, and me as well. You can have me sooner than you think." She kissed his cheek. The Hogwarts Express was pulling into London to release the students for the summer. She waved eagerly to her parents. She'd never been happier to see them. She'd use her time away to heal herself completely, and to research possible antidotes. There had to be a way to break this.

I don't mind spending everyday

And he will be loved

A few weeks had passed. She'd received yet another letter from Harry. Hedwig waited patiently for her reply. She wrote to him that she would come the next day. His letters were always the same-short and demanding. I miss you. I need you. Come to me. She was ready for him again. The break that they'd had was glorious, but she did miss him as well. This was her Harry after all. She had found that their hex would be broken when Voldemort was killed. There wasn't much hope otherwise unless Snape had come up with something.

As for her, she had taken up a strange hobby. She'd started fantasizing about Draco Malfoy. She had a dream about him the first night home. It was a bit erotic. She'd bet that he didn't know that most times only his ugly words made her feel like herself. She was able to release pent up emotions by having a row with him. It kind of made her think of him as her own private evil, little hero. She grinned wickedly. She had nicked a picture of him and kept it in her diary. The picture would mostly smirk at her, but she didn't care.

Harry was waiting for her beside the kitchen fire when she got to the Weasley house. Before she could greet anyone, he pulled her to him for a long kiss. The kiss was so tender she nearly melted. "I've missed you, Mione," he said. The twins started to make fun of them, and she looked around sheepishly. Everyone seemed embarrassed to have witnessed such a kiss. Everyone except Ron of course. He was just grinning broadly.

"Bout time you got here. Prat wont shut up about you," Ron said thickly. He was, of course, eating something. They all took the time to catch up and have dinner before it was time for bed.

She saw that Harry looked like he would explode if he didn't have her. He was probably actually only wanting her badly because she was simply the next best thing to Snape, but she didn't mind. Anything for Harry. She loved him, didn't she? But, it was no longer his green eyes she would see shining at her when she closed her eyes. It was a vision of cold, blue-gray eyes. Draco's. She told Ginny she'd be up in a bit after she did some reading. Ginny just smiled knowingly. Harry went up with Ron and his parents, but he was back in his invisibility cloak minutes later.

He led her outside far from the house, and he released all his pent up energy on her. She felt the familiar aches coming back slowly as he worked hard to relieve himself. She wondered how it would be with Draco. As cold as he was, she'd bet he wasn't as rough as this. In fact, he was always bragging how he was a real man after all. He talked a good game though. Surely he wasn't interested in her in that way. He just enjoyed taunting her. "Love you," Harry said gruffly, cleaning himself with a charm.

"Love you," she echoed, sipping from the vial she carried in her inner robe pocket. It was a pregnancy potion. She would be sure to take care where Harry obviously wouldn't.

And he will be loved

And he will be loved

Many months had passed. Harry had found out that Hermione and Draco had been seeing each other. It bothered him only a little. He had Severus after all. She deserved to have something on the side as well. Even if it was Malfoy. But, at least if Malfoy had Hermione, his secret would be safe. Nobody would ever know. Both he and Snape knew that the spell would be broken when Voldemort died.

On the night that Harry finally bested the Dark Lord, he went back to Hogwarts with Snape. They shared a brandy in the professor's office to celebrate. "To the destruction of the Dark Lord," Snape saluted.

"Cheers," Harry said. He downed his drink. It burned his throat going all the way down. The spell had been lifted. He knew that much. The throbbing ache for Snape was gone, and he was able to stand next to him without attacking him. All that he had felt for Hermione before came rushing back to him. Unfortunately, he seemed to have developed true feelings for Snape, and he needed to know if Snape felt the same. "Are you glad?"

"Yes. You've rid the world of he worst man that ever walked on it," Snape replied evenly, as if guarding his words.

"I mean, are you glad about us?" Harry asked bluntly.

Snape's calculating eyes burned into his. He downed another drink before answering. "Do you know that while I was under the influence I told you I loved every chance I got?" Harry nodded. "Well, I know the curse has been lifted now. I don't have the urge to tell you that."

It wasn't exactly what he had wanted to hear. Apparently, Snape was above such a thing as crushes. A year earlier, Harry would have been mortified to know he'd have a male lover...and like it. Now he was quite sad to be putting his life at Hogwarts behind him. He'd not be seeing Severus quite as much. Harry poured himself another drink not replying to what Snape had said.

"Aren't...aren't you glad, Harry?" Snape asked awkwardly.

"Oh, I'm glad he's dead, yes. Am I glad that I am leaving Hogwarts? Not really, no. It's the only place I truly feel at home. Am I glad to be rid of you finally? Definitely..." He saw Snape lean forward in anticipation. "Not. I am afraid that I love you anyway. Curse or no."

He saw that Snape had wanted him to say that. He reached over for his hand. "Harry, I know. I feel it too, but Hermione has been waiting all this time for you. She deserves her chance. You need to try to make it work with her first." Snape sighed. "And, if that doesn't work, the world be damned. You come back here to me."

Please don't try so hard to say goodbye

Please don't try so hard to say goodbye

Harry watched the heartfelt good-bye between Draco and Hermione. It tugged at his heart. All that he'd done to her this past year was terrible, but Severus was right. She'd never wavered from his side. She'd taken another lover, but she deserved it. Draco had been able to give her what he couldn't. Undivided attention. Gentleness. He dared a glance back to Hogwarts. Snape was out on the grounds near the gate. He could just make out his form next to Dumbledore's. Harry would go on, live with Hermione, and play Quidditch for England for as long as they'd have him. He'd try to make things work with her. Try to make up all that he'd done to hurt her.

But, in his heart he knew Hogwarts was where he'd always feel at home. Knew he'd miss Snape. Just as Hermione would miss Draco. She'd confided to him that Draco had made it clear that he could never be with her openly, and she would never ask him to. She knew her place was with Harry. She was going to try as best as she could to make things right between them again. Harry watched them sadly, and he noticed that he wasn't alone. Lucius Malfoy was there as well. He had a shocked expression on his face. Then Harry saw him do something he'd never thought possible. He wiped a tear from his eye. Something about the scene had touched him.

He held out a hand as Hermione made her way to him. "Love you," he said. She smiled. Her smiles were genuine now. Ever since he'd learned to be gentler with her, she seemed happier. He'd try harder. If Malfoy could do it, so could he. She took his hand, and they made their way to the train.

Yeah

Out on your corner in the pouring rain

Harry put her trunk next to his in their compartment. Ron and Luna stumbled in to sit across from them. Hermione was curled at his side with tears in her eyes. Harry had tears in his eyes as well. They were both leaving something important behind. A part of their hearts.

"Good God!" Ron roared. "Haven't you had enough with the books already, Mione! And, you, Harry! Unbelievable. You can come visit Hagrid and Dumbledore any time you want to!"

One day soon, he'd have to tell Ron everything about the past year. He knew that his friend would not like it, but he was loyal. He'd never turn Harry out. Somehow Harry thought he'd feel better telling him. Maybe Ron could help make sense of things.

When they settled into their newly refurbished house at Number 12 Grimmauld Place, an owl came to deliver a note to Harry. It was from Snape. All it said was that he hoped everything was going well, and he also hoped that Harry would remember what he'd told him. Snape's door would always be open if Harry found that he had no place else to go. That comforted him. He hadn't signed the note, but Harry would know the writing any place.

Try so hard to say goodbye

That first night back was quite awkward for both him and Hermione. They tried to get things going, but both seemed to be fumbling about aimlessly. He had to suppress the urge to be rough with her. He'd not hurt her again. Purposely.

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A/N: I have the sequel ready as well. It's called Draco Will Be Loved. It shows how things end for them all. I know this had more Harry than Draco in it, but I thought it was important to post as it showed how Hermione became attached to Draco.