florence pov

Harry, Hermione, Ron, Mr Lovegood and I were all sat on uncomfy armchairs in his small living room.

Mr Lovegood had agreed to talk to us, but didn't seem very willing.

"Where's Luna?" I asked, breaking the awkward silence.

"Luna? She'll be along."

Another long silence followed his response.

I took a sip of the tea Mr Lovegood had given us all. It was so dry and tasteless but I didn't want to be rude.

"So, how can I help you, Mr Potter?"

"Well, actually it was about something you were wearing around your neck at the wedding. It was a symbol." Harry began.

"You mean this?" Mr Lovegood pulled out the necklace from under his shirt.

"Yes. That exactly. What we've wondered is.....well, what is it?"

"What is it? It's the sign of the deathly hallows of course."

"The what?" Hermione and I asked in unison.

"The deathly hallows. I assume you're all familiar with the Tale of the Three Brothers."

Hermione, Ron and I nodded.

"No." Harry said, looking confused.

"I have it in here." Hermione said.

She pulled out her bag and began to rummage through until she pulled out an old looking book. She opened it to the middle page and began to read aloud.

"There were once three brothers who were travelling along a lonely, winding road at twilight."

"Midnight." Ron interrupted. "Mum always said midnight."

Hermione looked up from the book and sent him a glare.

"B-but twilights fine. Better, actually." He added quickly.

"Do you want to read it?" Hermione snapped.

"No, no. It's fine. Go ahead. You were doing brilliant."

I had to hold in my laughter.

Mr Lovegood got up and peered out the window as if he was expecting someone. Hermione began to read again.

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"So there you are. Those are the deathly hallows." Mr Lovegood said as he continued looking out the window.

"I'm sorry sir. I still don't quite understand." Harry said.

"I need to get a pen. Where's that pen I had? Ah." Mr Lovegood muttered as he searched the room.

We all gathered around him and the piece of parchment he was writing on.

He drew a straight line in the middle of the page.

He drew a circle around the bottom half of the line.
"The resurrection stone."

Finally, he drew a triangle around the line and circle.
"The cloak of invisibility."

"Together they make the deathly hallows. Together they make one master of death."

"That mark was on a grave in Godric's Hollow. Uh, Mr Lovegood, does the Peverall family have anything to do with the deathly hallows?" I asked.

"Uh, Ignotus and his brothers, Cadmus and Antioch are thought to be the original owners of the hallows and therefore the inspiration for the story. Uh, uhm." Mr Lovegood stuttered uncomfortably as he paced the room.

Something is bothering him, I can tell. But I have no idea what.

"Oh, your tea's gone cold. I-i'll be right back. Have to go down here. Sorry." He mumbled as he disappeared down to the kitchen.

As soon as he was out of sight, Ron grabbed his bag and lowered his voice. "Let's get out of here. I'm not drinking any more of that stuff, hot or cold."

I nodded in agreement. Mr Lovegood was starting to freak me out.

We gathered our bags and headed down the spiral stairs to see Mr Lovegood, once again, standing at the window.

"Thank you sir." Hermione said to him as she passed.

He turned around rather frantically and his eye began to twitch. I looked at the cups behind him. Each had a teabag in it but no water.

"You forgot the water." Ron said as pointed to the cups behind him.

"Water?" He asked in confusion.

"For the tea."

"Did-did I? H-how silly of me." He laughed awkwardly.

"It's no matter. We really should be going anyway-" Hermione started.

"No, you can't!" He yelled as he slammed down the teacup in his hand.

I jumped. Mr Lovegood pushed past us all and stood in front of the door, blocking our exit.

"Sir?" Harry asked cautiously.

Mr Lovegood's lip began quivering. "You're my only hope. T-they were angry, you see, about what I'd been writing. So they took her. They took my Luna. My Luna."

If someone took Luna, why would he lie about it when we first got here?

He began moving closer to us. We backed up to the stairs behind us. Harry pulled me behind him and Ron put his arm in front of Hermione.

He reached out to touch Harry's scar. "But it's really you they want."

Harry moved his hand away from his face. "Who took her sir?"

Mr Lovegood looked at me and leaned in. "Voldemort."

Everyone knows by now that saying my fathers name somehow summons deatheaters to the location of whoever said it.

This explains all of the anxious looking out of windows. It only means one thing.

He ratted us out.

I could hear the sound of the deatheaters apparation smoke whooshing outside. Hermione screamed as one of the deatheaters burst through the window. I immediately dove under the table to avoid being seen. If my father finds out I'm alive, they'll find me and then find Harry.

"Stop! I've got him!" Mr Lovegood yelled.

I looked around frantically, trying to find Harry. He was crawling his way over to us from the other side of the room.

Pots and pans flew throughout the room and broken glass covered the floor as we all crawled towards each other.

Hermione grabbed Ron and I's arms. I reached my hand out for Harry and the second our fingers touched, Hermione apparated us out.

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"That treacherous little bleeder." Ron muttered as he sat on his bunk in the tent. "Is there no one we can trust?"

"They kidnapped her because he supported me. He was just desperate." Harry snapped.

Since we got back to the tent, Harry has been in a foul mood. He tries to hide it, but like I've said before he ain't very good.

"I need some air, going for a walk." Harry muttered before leaving the tent.

Ron stood up and Hermione pulled him back down. "I think, maybe Flo should go, Ron."

"Right, right, yeah." He said as he got comfy in his seat.

"Wish me luck." I said sarcastically before leaving the tent after Harry.

He was standing beside some trees and looking out to the lake in front.

"You okay?"

No answer. He began slowly walking through the trees. I followed after him.

"Harry."

Still nothing.

"Harry, where are you going?"

Nothing.

"Harry." I repeated, louder than last time.

"What?" He snapped as he turned around.

"Hey, don't get mad at me. If you need space just say so, but don't ignore me. I asked if you're okay."

"Yes. I'm brilliant, just brilliant." He answered sarcastically with a harsh tone.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked as I stood beside him.

He shook his head.

"Okay."

He began silently walking and I hurried beside him to keep up. Nothing but the sound of twigs snapping beneath our feet could be heard.

"It's just another dead end. Another person who's willing to let us get killed. Another person we can't trust. I'm bloody sick of the constant not knowing, and the moment we figure it out, it doesn't work or we almost end up getting killed." He ranted.

"It's like you said to Ron, none of us expected anything like this, but we're doing it anyway. We'll figure it out, okay? We've just got carry on."

"Easy for you to say. You ran off the second you got the chance. You got a break."

"What?" I stopped on the spot.

He turned around to face me for the first time. "With Ron. In France. While you were drinking firewhiskey in a big expensive house, Hermione and I were here, trying to figure out these horcruxes."

I took a deep breath, battling frustration and hurt. "I didn't run off, Harry. I was making sure Ron was safe. Did you expect me to let our best friend go out there with no idea where he's going with a splinched arm? Do you even know me at all?!"

"We both know you stayed for much longer than you needed to. You could've come back after he was safe!" He stormed off towards the lake.

I stormed right after him. "And just leave Ron in France?! Are you hearing yourself right now?" I exclaimed. "Look, I get it. You're pissed about this whole situation we're in, believe me, I am too. But don't take it out on me! The only person who's here right now, trying to make things better for you!"

"Oh yeah? You want to make things better for me?" He asked walking towards me. He lowered his face down to mine. "Leave me alone."

I looked up at him, holding back my tears, my face red with anger. "Fuck you, Harry. Fuck you and the foul fucking mood you're in."

He looked taken aback. I was too. I'd never had an outburst like that around him. He briefly looked sad. Briefly.

He didn't say a word, he just began walking again. He stopped at the lake and began taking his clothes off.

I stormed up beside him. "What are you doing?" I asked angrily.

"Going for a nice swim. Go back and see Ron or something. Merlin knows you like him more than me."

My heart gave a dull thud as I wished he'd take that back. "What's that supposed to mean?!"

He turned to me. "The way you've started looking at him gets me fucking jealous, Florence."

"What?! There's nothing to be jealous of! Don't be stupid! Nothing happened between us Harry, I swear it!"

"Whatever." Harry stripped until he was just in his boxers.

He's just saying this out of anger. But it really got on my nerves.

"I won't let you push me away just because you're mad." Hurt bubbled up inside me, making my fists ball with frustration.

Wordlessly, he turned around to glare at me before jumping into the water.

"We're finishing this argument now, so if I need to come in there, I will."

He ignored me and began swimming around.

"Fine."  I muttered as I walked up to the lake. "Can't believe I'm doing this."

I looked down at the freezing, endless darkness beneath me, I took a deep breath, and jumped in after him.

"Wait- Florence no-" His voice cut off as I landed in the cold water.

It felt like a shock. The cold stung my skin like a thousand bees. 

I tried swimming up to the surface.

I couldn't.

I was still wearing my clothes and the layers were weighing me down. I felt my trainers fill with water as I was dragged further down from the weight of the  water.

I struggled, frantically moving my arms and legs as I began to sink. Panic arose within me as I tried to get Harry's attention from underneath.

I felt a pair of hands grab my waist and drag me back up to the surface. I tried to catch my breath as we floated in the water.

We didn't say a word.

The two of us just floating there facing each other. I watched as a drop of water run down his face.

Suddenly he touched his hand to my face and I gasped lightly under my breath.

I bite my lip, cursing myself for reacting to his touch so easily. We're meant to be fighting.

I longed to throw something at him. A chair. Myself.

He smirked as if he could read my thoughts like an open book. I feel so utterly exposed to him as his eyes explore my body. My wet clothes clung tightly to me, outlining every curve. And of course, being the smart person I am, I'm wearing a white top.........with a black bra.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, every inch of his voice filled with guilt and meaning.

I slapped his face, wanting him to feel bad for the way he spoke to me. I could tell he did. It's not like him to be so horrible to me, but, he still did it.

I'm annoyed at him for thinking I'd fancy anyone else other than him, and I want to stay annoyed at him. I want to be able to hold a grudge, but I can't help but crave his touch every second of the day.

He looked back up at me, the side of his face slightly pink, the water dripping from his eyelashes and he clenched his sharp jaw.

His hand trailed over my chest and down my stomach.

Then, even though I was soaking wet, a longing feeling grew over me. One I had not felt before.

Harry must've felt the same.

He pulled me through the water and into a kiss. One sudden movement, no warning.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, allowing my hands to tangle in his hair as his hands moved down to my waist. Still kissing, I swung my leg around him, feeling him instantly get hard.

I smiled to myself. It was that easy.

He began taking my wet clothes off until I was in my underwear like him. He threw them onto the solid ground.

With each passing second, our wet kisses became more and more heated. This was when I realised how messed up this was. This is no way to cope with our problems.

"We should stop." I said inbetween a long kiss.

"Probably."

The next thing I knew he pulled me underwater and kissed me. His lips felt warm around the freezing cold water. I felt the bubbles around us tickle my skin as our bodies pressed together.

It was unlike anything I've ever experienced. It was like magic, and not the kind from our wands.

Wait.

We're not in our right minds.

I pulled away and swam over to the side and pulled myself out the water. I couldn't decide whether I wanted this to happen or not.

I lay on my back with my feet still dangling in the water as I tried to catch my breath.

We're out of our minds, surely.

I felt Harry's lips slowly kiss my legs and trail up to my stomach. He slowly pulled himself out of the water while kissing every inch of me.

I felt his fingertips trace over my hips as he removed my underwear. Okay yes, I do want this to happen.
Goosebumps rose all over me. His tongue dived into my mouth and my back arched as the familiar taste of him filled my mouth.

Then his hand trailed down my stomach until I felt a finger inside me, then two. I moaned in pleasure as he stroked me in a rhythm.

The knot in my stomach only grew tighter as I knew I couldn't contain what I had for him. I should've known once we start we can't stop.

I pushed him off me and looked up at him. Both of us were panting hard as we stared into each others eyes.

"This isn't a good idea." I said breathlessly, trying to convince myself to stop.

"I know." He said, breathing hard. "It's something about you. You're so fucking good at it you know."

"At what?" I panted.

"Fucking with me. You fuck with me so good."

"Don't talk about fucking until you fuck me."

The corner of his mouth curled into that boyish smirk that he knows I can't resist.

I closed my eyes, waiting for it, waiting for the feeling. He groaned as he put himself inside of me. I gasped with pleasure. He was so gentle yet so rough as the same time. He knew exactly what I liked.

"Oh fuck Flo." He groaned.

There it was again. That feeling that I hoped would never go away.

He pounded into me like it was his last ever time. I screamed as he thrusted into me mercilessly, bringing me closer and closer to my climax.

"Do you want to stop?" He asked, panting quickly. "We can stop whenever you want."

"No!" I moaned loudly. "Don't stop!"

Harry grinned and dove in for another kiss. Of course neither of us wanted it to stop. Why would we?

I clench around him as my legs start shaking.

He groaned. "Do that again."

I did it again.

He moaned as he got closer to finishing.

The kiss was only broken one more time.

And it was to say,

"Muffilito."