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Hey guys! Someone had asked me to write a NC-17 and like I said earlier I was working on one! Well, here it is! It won't be a one shot, but it shouldn't be that many chapters, but you never know with me. Needing You was suppose to be a one shot and now look at it! Hehe. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

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A Night To Remember

Chapter 1

Harry Potter stared at the empty wall where the door to the Room of Requirements should be. He didn't really know what he needed, his mind was a complete blank. All he wanted was to be alone and.....just think. Granted, he had a lot to think about since just five days ago Harry had finally finished off Voldemort. The war was over and many lives were lost and many people had to suffer for them to finally get where they were.

Parties were going on in the common rooms, even some of Slytherin's were celebrating the victory over the Dark Lord. Harry didn't feel like there was a reason he should be celebrating. He didn't blame the other students for wanting to celebrate, it was a happy time, however they didn't go through what he went through. Most of them didn't loose people they loved during the war, most of them didn't go through the pain he went through, along with his friends. All he wanted was a place of solitude....a place where he could finally find peace.

A door finally appeared in front of him and he turned the knob and pushed it open. His footsteps echoed as he walked into the medium sized room. Nothing....there was nothing in the room except three tall windows that looked out towards the lake. Guess it made sense really, his mind was blank, so the room was, too. It was just what he needed. He sat in the middle of the room and sat Indian style and let his mind go. He closed is eyes, took a deep breath and tried to feel peace....comfort or some kind of closure.

Dumbledor was gone. If it wasn't for Dumbledor, he wouldn't be here now. If it wasn't for him, he would have never defeated Voldemort. He had sacrificed his life for Harry's....just as his mother had done for him long ago.

Professor Snape was killed during Harry's sixth year. It was during one of their Hogsmead visits and Draco and himself had ended up close to the Shrinking Shack, prepared to have a little duel. Draco had gone too far and had insulted Hermione and although she begged him to stay behind, he didn't listen. He chased after him and together they were confronted by masked Death Eaters. To Harry's surprise the Death Eaters went after both him and Draco. He had thought Draco was in with Voldemort and his gang, however, he was very wrong. They hit Draco with the Cruciatus Curse and Harry then stunned the Death Eater, but then was hit with the same curse by another attacker. Snape had eventually showed up and stood in front of him and Draco, protecting them from any attacks. It had cost him his life.

Draco was devastated. He had cared for Snape, more so than he ever did with his father. He swore that he would revenge his death and help bring down the reign of Voldemort. Harry was shocked the day that Draco became a part of the Order and granted they didn't get along, they had one common goal. And that was enough for the both of them. Draco had ended up falling in love with Ginny Weasley of all people and that was a shock in itself. She had fought in the war and was one of the lucky ones. She wasn't even admitted into the hospital ward, but she sat by Draco's side until he had finally woken up.

Ron and Hermione were lucky. Ron was knocked out unconscious at the beginning and Hermione was able to remain by his side till the very end. Voldemort had managed to capture her, but didn't dare harm her, because he was clever enough to threaten her life in order to get his way. In the long run, it didn't work out and thank Merlin, Hermione was never harmed. Or should he say, thank Dumbledor. He was the real hero... not him.

He didn't remember much after he finally used the killing curse on Voldemort....he had blacked out soon after. Next thing he knew he was waking up in the hospital ward and Hermione was the first person he saw. She had flung herself on top of him, crying hysterically and Harry couldn't help but smile. He had looked over to see Ron and Luna standing at the end of his bed, giving him the same smile.

Harry sighed as he looked out the window towards the lake. He couldn't believe it was their last night here at Hogwarts. Tomorrow they would all be going away, starting new lives and beginnings. He still was serious about being a Auror still and Hermione was as well. No doubt she'd be fantastic at it, she was brilliant at everything she did. He would see her during training of course, but Ron had been signed to play professional Quidditch. He was happy for him, but also knew that he would probably see less of him. At least he would be with Hermione, he already felt so alone.

"I thought I'd find you here."

Harry spun around at the sound of a very familiar voice to see Hermione standing just inside the doorway. She was dressed in her white thin cotton night robe, which was tied securely around her waist. She wore her hair down and it loosely spilled over her shoulders, framing her face nicely. "Hermione? Why aren't you at the party?"

"Probably the same reason you're not." She shuffled her way in and sat down beside him. "Not really in the partying mood I suppose."

He nodded looking down at the floor. "Where's Ron?"

"Off with Luna. Some room you conjured up Harry....what exactly were you thinking about?"

"Nothing," he mumbled.

"Obviously," she said as she looked around the bare room before finally looking back at him. "How are you doing?"

He shrugged. "I'm okay."

"Harry," she said flatly. "It's me...you don't have to do that with me."

She had a point. Out of all his friends, he knew that he never had to put on a brave face with Hermione. He would try, countless times since he didn't want her to worry, but most of the time she saw straight through it. "I honestly don't know what I'm feeling, Hermione. It's like I'm all empty inside and it's almost frustrating. I want to cry, I want to be scream, I want to laugh....I want to....I don't know, let out...some kind of emotion and I just can't." He looked at her hopelessly. "Is that weird?"

"No, not at all," she assured him as she placed a hand on his back. "I know how you feel. I was sitting in my room and I could hear the party and....people were laughing and jabbering away, music was playing..." She shook her head. "I wanted to feel happy...I wanted to feel all those things, but I just couldn't. All I could think about...."

"What?" he asked when she trailed off.

"You," she finally answered looking into his eyes.

"Me?" He shook his head not understanding. "What about me?"

"Oh Harry, I was worried. I just couldn't help but think of you sitting all alone, which I knew you would be. This is not the time for you to be by yourself, you should be with your friends."

"I don't feel like going to the common room...."

"No, that's not what I meant, It's just....I don't know maybe I'm being selfish, but...."

"But what?" he urged her bending his head slightly so he could get a glimpse of her face.

"I don't want to be alone," she said barely in a whisper and was forced to look back in his speckled green eyes. "I wanted to see you."

He didn't know what to think anymore. He thought he wanted to be alone, but now that Hermione was here with him, he found himself not wanting her to go. He opened his arms out to her and she leaned into him, wrapping his arms around his waist. She didn't cry....like himself he couldn't express any kind of emotion, but he continued to hold her. It felt good...surprisingly good. He held her more closely and she rested her head on his shoulders and he could feel her breasts pressed up tightly against his chest. A feeling swept through him....a very unfamiliar one, but at least it was a feeling. He found himself wanting to get even closer to her, but he didn't dare move. He didn't want to scare her in anyway and have her run off....not when he needed her. He just wanted to be with her....they didn't have to say another word or do anything. He wanted her company....he didn't want to be alone anymore.

Then, all of the sudden, they felt something against their backs and they both leaned up and looked back. They was now a four poster queen sized bed behind them, with a wooden headboard behind it. The comforter was fluffy and white with tons of matching lacy and silk pillows set perfectly against the headboard. Harry couldn't fathom where it came from, but then remembered what he was thinking and blushed.

"Just what exactly were you thinking about, Harry Potter?" Hermione asked amusingly.

"Er....I...I didn't....I mean, I would never...."

"Never what? Think that way about me?"

"No!" he said a little too quickly. "That's not what I meant.....I mean, you're my friend and....all I thought was how I wanted to be with you and.....er....I think the room took it the wrong way."

"Did it?" she asked with a slight smile. "I don't know, Harry, I think this room is fool proof."

He swallowed the extremely large lump in his throat. He was so busted. "I...I...I.."

"Harry," she said cutting off his ramblings by placing a finger against his mouth.

"Hmm?" he murmured against her finger looking at her with wide eyes.

She pulled away her finger. "I think I found a emotion that can finally help us out."

Wow. Who was this woman and where was my Hermione? She was always shy when it came to relationships and boys, at least he thought she was, he never would imagine Hermione being this brazen and forward. He found himself getting excited, however, and decided to play along. Maybe she was right....this was what we both needed. "Really?" he finally asked with a little more confidence. "What would that be?"

She gave him a sly grin as she reached up and brushed his bangs away from his face. "Passion," she stated.

"That's....that's a good emotion," he agreed and touched her cheek softly with his fingers.

She closed her eyes at his touch. "Lust," she whispered.

"Even better," he breathed as he leaned against the bed and pulled Hermione towards him.

Hermione chose to straddle his hips and face him directly head on. "There's also a certain feeling that starts with an H and rhymes with corny." She then jerked her hips against his, causing immediate friction between them.

Harry gasped as his hands flew to her waist to keep her still, but it was too late. He was definitely aroused and by the smug look on her face, he knew she could feel it. "Hermione," he groaned when she moved again, despite the firm grip on her hips. "You're killing me."

"In a good way or bad way?" she asked as she circled her arms around his neck.

He leaned up and wrapped his arms around the small of her back, bringing her closer. "Good way," he whispered brushing strands of her hair off her neck, gazing down at her soft skin that reflected in the moonlight. "Hermione?" he whispered as he pushed aside the lapel of her robe until it dangled over her shoulder. "Hermione?" he said again and leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on the tip of her shoulder.

"Hmmm?" she asked trembling.

He nuzzled her neck. "Can I kiss you?"

"Harry," she sighed as she dove her fingers in his hair and forced his head up until he was looking directly into her eyes. "You can do a hell of a lot more than kiss me."

His stomach dropped to the floor. He couldn't believe this was happening, he couldn't believe that he was about to become intimate with Hermione......but Merlin, did it feel right. "Duly noted," he finally said and then swooped his head down capturing her lips with his own. The softness of her lips was what first caught his attention and a warm tingling feeling spread through out his belly.

He pulled back only to come back from more and started to tease her with his lips, making sure they started out slow. He felt her lips open slightly under his, so he took that as a invitation to explore. His tongue reached out and touched hers and the taste of her lingered. More. He plunged again, but this time much deeper, running his tongue along hers in slow lazy strokes. He felt her fingers leave his hair and travel down his back, before she gripped handfuls of his shirt, yanking it upwards. He tore his lips away long enough for her to pull the shirt over his head, then continued where he left off and attacked her mouth once more.

The feel of her soft hands caressing his bare back and shoulders made him shiver. It made him worried that she might get cold in this drafty room and wished they had a fire. The room sensed it and a roar of fire erupted and crackled from a fireplace that wasn't there a second ago. "Good thinking," she mumbled against as the warmth started to envelop both of them.

"I was worried you'd get cold," he whispered as he traveled tiny kisses along her neck as his hands started to tug on tie of her robe. "I want this off." He pushed the lapels apart and shoved them over her shoulders and was stunned to find out she only had a sheer white bra underneath. "You didn't have a nightgown on....this whole time?"

"I was in the middle of changing when I decided to come see you and I was too anxious to change. So I threw a robe on."

"Hmm...." His hands moved up her torso and then gently cupped both breasts with his hands. "So you weren't coming down here to seduce me?"

Her eyes fluttered close as he rubbed his thumb along the tips. "That wasn't...my agenda no....I wasn't aware that you felt this way."

"Honestly, neither did I." He nuzzled her neck and nipped at her earlobe. "But I do....very much." His hands swooped around to her back and with a flick of his fingers the bra came unloose and Harry immediately pulled it off.

"You've done that before, Harry," she said slightly teasing.

"Guilty," he murmured against her neck as he touched her again, this time skin against skin. "I'm a man of many talents."

"So I'm finding out," she said and then gasped when her nipples responded to his delicate touch. "Merlin, that feels good."

He bent his head down and replaced his hands with his mouth and she cried out his name, arching her back like a bow. Her fingers were tangled in his hair once more as he moved to the other, flicking his tongue over her sensitive nub. "You're perfect," he whispered as he moved back up to her lips. "Bloody perfect."

"Harry," she gasped tilting her head back causing her hair to fall flow down like a waterfall of curls. Harry pulled her hips closer as he kissed his way back up, playfully nipping at her collarbone, then the tip of her chin, before finally discovering her lips once more.

"How come..." He started between short kisses. "....that for seven years..." He gently sucked the bottom of her lip. "....you've said my name many times..." His hands were back at her breasts...caressing them....teasing them. "....but just now....when you said my name..." He groaned as he lifted his hips urgently up to hers. "...you made me harder than I already am..."

"Harry," she groaned and started to grind her soft spot between her legs against his bulging arousal.

"Merlin....see, you did it again," he breathed and then in one swift moment he lifted up and had them both on their knees. He spun her around and lifted her up forcefully with his strong arms until she bounced firmly on the bed. Harry stayed kneeling between her legs as he kissed her hungrily, his hands sliding up her smooth legs, pushing any part of her robe that got in his way aside, until he reached his destination. "Lie back, Hermione," he mumbled against her lips. "Lay down for me."

Out of breath, Hermione looked into his eyes, fully knowing what he wanted to do. Harry kissed her neck and her eyes fluttered closed again, letting him slowly push her gently down on the bed. As she descended down he ran his mouth down her front. Stopping at her breasts, giving them his full attention again, kissing, nipping and suckling her until she was writhing with underneath him. He continued down her body, dipped his tongue into her belly bottom as his hands ventured closely near her white silk panties. "Hermione," he pleaded before sliding his tongue just barely disappearing under her panties.

"Yes," she cried lifting her hips in approval. "Please..."

Not waiting another second he slid her panties off her hips and down her long legs, until she finally pushed them aside. He grabbed her right ankle and kissed in gently, teasing her as he slowly maneuvered wet kisses up her leg, getting closer and closer to his destination. Harry draped her leg over his shoulder as he sucked her inner thigh, teasing her endlessly.

"Harry James Potter," she groaned in frustration. "If you don't bloody get on with it!"

He grinned against her skin and playfully bit her, causing her to yelp. "Don't rush me."

"Fine," she hissed as she lifted her hips urgently towards his face. "But I'm definitely getting you back later..."

"Definitely looking forward to it," he said before finally spiraling his tongue between her soft folds. He loved the sounds she made escaping from his mouth as he tasted her, especially the husky groan she made from the back of her throat. It made him want to devour her even more, so he opened his mouth wider...sucked harder and dove his tongue deeper into her until he finally felt her fall. He continued to taste her as she rode out her long and hard climax, extremely pleased that he was the one that gave it to her.

Finally, her she collapsed on the bed from exhaustion and her whole body went slack. He listened to her catch her breath as he kissed his way back up her body until he kissed her slowly and deeply, causing her to groan into his mouth. "How's that for an emotion?" he asked with a lopsided grin.

"We're just getting started, Potter," she said and then fumbled with the fly of his jeans. "And you are way behind."

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Stay tuned to see how the rest of Harry and Hermione's last night at Hogwarts goes! *wink*

A whole lot of fluffy fluff and sex, sex! That's what!