Summary: His happiness nourishes me. He surrounds me, swallows me, tears me apart and puts me back together, and makes me feel more alive. He is my fire. I am his, to the last breath. Nothing exists without her. She is my infatuation, my fetish, my fixation, and my drive. I cannot let anyone else have her. Harry and Hermione slowly descend.
Amazing! I always imagined Harry and Hermione's bond to be deeper than anything imaginable. This fic was great!!