Their kiss was deep, passionate and highly arousing. Time crawled by and Harry could feel his trousers getting tighter by the second. He moaned in Hermione's mouth, and she responded by pressing herself harder against him. He could feel her stiff nipples against his chest, and had no doubt that she could feel his erection pressing against her soft thighs.
They broke off the kiss when they both needed air. Hermione ran her hands lower and lower, and she rubbed his throbbing arousal through the linen of his pants. He gasped, and after an eternity, she unbuttoned the fabric, freeing him from all constraints. Slowly, she lowered her mouth to the head, licking the salty liquid that had already accumulated, and sucking lightly. He tangled his hands into her hair as she toyed with his head.
Finally, she took pity on him and took the entire shaft into her mouth. He arched his back and had to bite back a scream of ecstasy, lest anyone hear them.
He was on the brink of exploding when she lifted off, meeting his glazed, emerald green eyes and licking her lips. He pounced, flipping her onto her back and inverting her skirt. He ripped open her blouse and kneaded her breasts desperately, sucking savagely on each.
"Harry," she moaned, "I want to feel you. Now."
He growled in her ear and reached down, forcing her legs apart with gentle pressure. He swept the thin band of white cotton aside and guided himself to her entrance. As soon as she felt him, she wrapped her slender legs around his hips and pulled him to her, crying out once he was buried in her body. He pounded into her as fast as he could, her hips rocking with all of the force she could.
Within minutes, he reached his peak, and exploded inside of her. Seconds later, she followed, and they both collapsed on the bed in a heap of tangled clothes, limbs and sheets.