A Night in Hawaii
by HHRLVR

Rating: NC17
Ship: Harry & Hermione
Canon: Books 1 - 5
Genre: Romance
Status: Complete
Length: 1,263 words in 1 chapter
Published: 15 Aug 2004
Last updated: 15 Aug 2004

A companion piece to 'The Bachelorette'. What Harry and Hermione did in their fantasy suite...

From the Unofficial Portkey Archive: https://portkey-archive.org/story/2788/

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1. Fantasy Suite Happenings

(Here’s the wonderful smut you’ve been looking for! This pretty much starts where the stars are at the end of Chapter
13. It should be seamless-I typed it all together and then cut and pasted this into a separate document. Hope you like!)

All too soon he ended the kiss and took her hands in his. He looked deep into her eyes, silently asking permission to
take things further. When she smiled at him, he took it as agreement and led her into the bedroom. Once inside, they saw
more candles on the bedside tables and every surface available. The bed in itself was even more beautiful than she could
have imagined. It was a luxurious four-poster with a sheer canopy. She didn’t have much time to consider her
surroundings before his lips were on hers again and she didn’t have enough room in her mind for Harry and her own
thoughts. She let herself drown in his embrace, and thought of nothing but him.

He walked her toward the bed and once the backs of her knees were pressed up against the mattress pushed her down,
landing over her but never once breaking their kiss. They allowed their hands to roam freely, enjoying the feel of their
bodies pressed tightly together.

Hermione suddenly felt an overwhelming need to feel his skin against hers. She reached down and pulled his shirt up,
running her hands up and down his back, losing herself in smooth skin stretched over tight muscles. She pulled the shirt
up a bit further and broke the kiss to take it over and off.

Taking her move as a sign he could take things a bit further, he reached down and grabbed the hem of her dress, pulling
it up slowly so as to give her plenty of time to protest. When no such protest came, he pulled it up and over her head
and ran his eyes down her small frame.

“You’re beautiful,” he told her as he leaned in to taste her once more. He was so entranced by her, he barely noticed
her reach down to work on the button of his shorts. She had slipped the button out of the hole in no time and slid the
zipper down. She started to work the material down past his hips and waited as he pushed them off and onto the floor.

Taking him by surprise, she snaked her hand past the waistband of his boxers and took his length into her hand, stroking
him slightly. She heard him moan into her mouth and took that as a hint that she was doing the right thing.

After a few moments of sweet torture, he pulled back and looked her in the eye.

“You are wearing entirely too many clothes.” He smiled at her and began to reach around to work on the clasp of her bra.

“But I’m hardly wearing anything,” she told him with a smile.

“Exactly. It’s the ‘hardly’ that’s getting to me,” he replied with a chuckle. He successfully unclasped the bra and
brought it around, slipping it off her and tossing it to the ground. He covered one of her exposed breasts with his
hand, massaging it gently. He wondered how it would taste, and decided to satisfy his curiosity by bringing his mouth
down to the hardened tip and sucking gently.

She gasped quietly at the sensation and brought her arms around him, tangling one of her hands in his hair and pulling
him closer. He rewarded her by twirling his tongue around the tip and nibbling gently. Deciding that it wasn’t fair to
give one more attention than the other, he replaced his mouth with a hand and went to work on the other.

After a moment, she decided he definitely needed more attention and rolled over, sitting up and straddling him. She
pulled down the last bit of material covering him and threw it down on the floor with the rest of their clothing. Once
he was freed, she studied him for a moment, surprised. She hadn’t done anything with anyone for awhile, and hoped that
she would be able to accommodate him.

She stroked him tentatively while raining kisses on his chest and stomach, working her way to the real prize. Just as
she was about to test the length with her mouth, he stopped her.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you or this will be over before it starts,” he told her, sounding a bit strained.

She agreed although she was a bit disappointed. He quickly turned her back over and began to kiss her soundly again as
he worked her knickers down her legs. He mimicked her earlier actions by raining kisses along her stomach and down
toward the Prize. Not wanting to give her what she wanted too quickly, he went past her soft curls and ran kisses up her
legs, sucking softly on the sweet flesh of her thighs.

He could feel her heartbeat quicken and her muscles tighten each time he got closer to where she wanted him to be, and
each time he would back away she gave a little frustrated sigh. Chuckling lightly, he decided to give her what she was
waiting for and pressed his tongue to her sensitive nub. He was rewarded with a gasp from Hermione. He then proceeded to
run his tongue around her most sensitive spot and after he was sure she wasn’t expecting it, he thrust his tongue into
her, drawing a larger gasp from Hermione.

“I need you now!” she commanded, pulling him up and over her. She crushed her lips to his, tasting herself on him and
finding it slightly erotic. She felt him pressed up against her opening and wiggled a little to let him know what she
wanted. He was only too happy to oblige her and began to inch himself slowly in, not wanting to hurt her by going too
fast.

She sighed when she felt him enter her, loving how he filled her so completely. Once he had pushed himself in all the
way, he was still for a moment to allow her to grow accustomed to him. After what seemed like an eternity he began to
move, slowly at first but gaining speed as the pleasure increased.

He held her tightly as he moved over her, wanting to feel her against him. After a time he felt her tense and the
shudder of her internal muscles surrounding him. He continued to move in and out of her, allowing her to ride the waves
of her orgasm. He followed soon after, her name escaping his lips softly as he came.

He rolled over and pulled her atop him, wrapping his arms around her tightly and allowing them to remain intimately
joined. As he held her, he watched her eyes flutter closed and her breathing become regular. He kissed her forehead and
closed his eyes, content to lay with her this way forever, his love for her threatening to burst from him. As he felt
asleep, he allowed his feelings to escape in a whisper.

“I love you,” he said into the night as he succumbed to sleep.

At his heartfelt declaration, Hermione’s eyes opened sleepily. She smiled at the statement she knew he meant to keep
secret and closed her eyes again, happy to be in his arms. Whatever the show dealt them, she knew nothing could change
what she felt for him at that moment.
