It Happened One Night : Chapter Two
Disclaimer: Alas the characters are not mine. They belong to the fabulous JKR
Rating: R
Author's Note: I'm in desperate need of a BETA. I don't catch all of my own errors. Any takers??? Pleeeeeeease?
Their lips parted after that chaste, innocent kiss, and they both released a soft contented sigh. Harry's eyes were fixated on the way in which she licked her lips afterward, her eyes still closed. It seemed as if she were trying to burn the memory into her mind; Harry knew because he was doing the exact same thing. He pressed his lips to her once more, a bit more firmly than before and was pleased when she reciprocated.
Abruptly they both pulled apart. "I'm sorry," they said in unison, "You're sorry?" they both asked at once, unable to keep the hurt and confusion from their voices.
"Truth be told, Hermione," he said gently, "I've wanted to do that for quite some time." She smiled up at him as he spoke, causing him to smile back; he never could resist returning one of her smiles.
"That kiss was a long time in coming, if we're going to be honest about it," she said with her cheeks flaming red and her eyes downcast in a shy manner.
"Yes, it was," he agreed, using his hand to gently raise her chin so they were once again eye to eye, "And I'm happy that it finally happened."
"So am I," she whispered back, holding his hand and pulling him to his feet, away from the forgotten quills and parchments.
Without hesitation his arms encircled her waist and he pulled her into his embrace. Her arms went up around his neck as she let her head rest in the crook of his neck, savoring the smell that was intoxicating and uniquely Harry. It was a bittersweet moment; they were on the verge of something new and exciting and yet they could not help but mourn a seven-year friendship that had been forever altered.
"Are you scared, Harry?" she asked, her lips brushing his neck with every spoken word, sending shivers shooting up and down his spine.
"Terrified," he replied, "There is no one more important to me than you and I would never want to do anything to lose you."
"You never will," she promised, "Regardless of what happens tomorrow, a week from now, or a year from now; you will never lose me."
"Are you scared," he asked in turn, half hoping she was as terrified as he was. Where's that Gryffindor courage now, Potter? he asked himself wryly.
"No," she answered, "Scared doesn't nearly encompass what I'm feeling right now, Harry." She momentarily lost concentration as his hand traveled up and down her back in a soothing motion that almost made her want to purr. "Together, Harry," she continued, "We can do great things" Her voice carrying just a bit of a suggestive tone.
She made a mistake then; she looked into his eyes and was struck by a cavalcade of emotions, emotions that were mirrored in her own eyes as well: happiness, warmth, caring, love, and lust. He was looking at her like he was a thirsty man in the desert and she was glass of cold water.
"Hermione," his voice more husky and deep than she had ever heard it before, just the sound of it raised her body temperature, "I have never wanted anymore more than I want you right now."
As if her were just coming to the realization that he had spoken aloud he pulled away from her in an embarrassed manner. "Blast!" he said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that out loud. I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable."
She laughed, "Harry, you could never make me feel uncomfortable; we've known one another far too long for that to happen. I will be angry however if you don't come right back here this instant." She opened her arms to him, already missing his warmth in her embrace.
Harry was next to her in one giant step and swept her into his arms. Their lips met again though this kiss was not comparable to the others. The first had been tentative, experimental, and gentle. The second kiss had been a declaration of intentions; this kiss was neither. This kiss was passionate and laced with fire. His tongue ran along her bottom lip, asking for entrance, which she gladly granted. Their tongues dueled and they moaned into each other's mouths. Their bodies were pressed flush against one another, their hands playfully exploring one another.
Hermione gasped as his hand gently cupped her breast; she ran her hands up his back and through his raven hair. She couldn't seem to stop her hands from running over his body. This was certainly not the same boy she played Exploding Snap with just a few short years before. This man's body was well sculpted and broad shouldered. He stood at a tall 6'2, which always made her 5'7 frame seem so petite and feminine. His square jaw and luminous eyes completed the package nicely, she thought; Harry had turned into quite the gorgeous man, a gorgeous man whose lips were currently wreaking havoc upon her neck. They consumed one another with kisses, separating only when oxygen became a problem. Breathing heavily, they parted both flushed red wearing the same broad smile.
Looking deeply into her eyes he finally spoke, "I think I'm in love with you," his voice barely higher than that of a whisper, then shaking his head, "No, I know I'm in love with you. I have been for a very long time."
"Harry, if you only knew how long I've been waiting to hear you say those words," she said, a lone tear running done her cheek, "I love you, so much, Harry."
In half an instant all coherent thoughts left both of their minds as they were once again locked in a heated kiss. Before they knew what was happening Harry was seated on an overstuffed chair with Hermione straddling his lap. They were positively on fire; kissing with such fervor that Hermione was sure they would both have bruises in the morning. She could feel Harry's excitement as she grinded her hips against his in the most intimate of ways, eliciting a throaty groan from him.
"You're going to be the end of me," he murmured, holding her hips as he pressed against her with a little more force.
Her body was tingling in the most pleasurable of ways. If they kept this up for any longer she would no longer have control of her faculties or of her actions.
Harry was losing himself in her kisses; his senses knew only her. He knew where this seemed to be heading and he wasn't sure if they were ready for this.
She whimpered as he tore his lips from her, "Hermione, are you sure you're okay with this? I know it's very sudden."
"Harry Potter, I have never wanted anyone more," she said echoing his early sentiments.
Fear struck him in a way it never had before, not even when he faced Voldemorte. He wanted them to have time to think things over before they rushed into something so important. "What do you say I go make my rounds now? Give us a little time to collect ourselves?" he asked.
Not really understanding, she reluctantly got off his lap. "That sounds like a good idea. I'll take your books back to our common room while you go."
"Okay then, love," he said, smiling at the way that term of endearment rolled off his tongue of it.
She tiptoed to give him a quick kiss on the lips, "Hurry back," she said, watching him as he walked out of the common room. She smiled as she thought of the surprise she would have waiting for him when he returned.
Author's Note 2: No more teasing, next chapter will be juicy, author's honor!
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