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Title: Asleep
Author: Moonbeam
Spoilers: I'm in denial over Sirius so he may be dead but he is unmentioned. They are both 24, Voldie's dead yadda yadda.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but I own my smutty mind and my insane brain which came up with the word order you are about to read if nothing else.
Note: This is all Hermione's POV, since it's 1st person and all
Author's Note: 'Orange crush' for Hayley who introduced me to the term. This story is linked to 'Awake', in fact it's a sequel that is really a prequel - think 'Star Wars'.

Okay, I know I'm in love with my best friend, but really is there anything wrong with that? Sure he has never once looked at me as though I were a girl, no actually there was once in 4th year but I'm not sure that counts. It was more - oh my god! Hermione's a girl rather than hubba hubba I'd like a piece of that. Not that I think Harry has ever thought like that but still one little look from the guy isn't too much to ask for is it? Yes I suppose it is given that we've been friends for thirteen years, but it's still rather depressing.

Why have I never told him? I ask myself that sometimes but then I imagine it. I know I would babble and run off at the mouth and then feel the need to run and Harry being the sweetie he is would be all sweet. By being sweet I mean never mention it after I'd run so I'd know he didn't feel that way but I would still hold out hope in that insane part of my heart that he did. Or maybe he'd think that I was ashamed of it and never tell me he had a thing for me, he does have love issues. Okay, fine I admit I'm scared, terrified of hearing those little words, 'I'm so sorry Hermione but I really don't feel that way about you'. I'm more afraid of him laughing at me or perhaps just running away himself … unlikely but still a possibility. But I'm mortified and terrified and most other words you could associate with these about him actually wanting me. Cause then I'd be Harry Potter's girl and there would be so much pressure and I'd never want to hurt him because I love him so much and it could end very badly.

So then why suggest going back to his place after we'd gotten Ron drunk on Tequila? Something I know he's wanted to try since he found out they put a worm in it. We'd shipped him off with a girl I know from work, Annabelle. She's heard me bitch about him so much she can't possibly think that he's on a pedestal. But she still thinks he's cute, she mumbled something about her orange crush. So I told her where we would be, I know she wouldn't take advantage of him and he holds his liquor well … I am not pimping off one of my best friends to possibly accidentally fondle the other while drunk. I solemnly swear I am up to g- okay fine - no good.

So we go back to his place and had a few more drinks. So I suggested 'Twister', if he discovers I have breasts maybe it'll shock him out of his stupor. Apparently it worked. It may have helped that I showed him exactly what years of yoga could do. My mum may be straight as an arrow but she was brought up by hippies and loved yoga - she just passed on the tradition. I might have lost my balance on purpose but it was fun. Really that boy should walk around shirtless all day; no one should feel like that.

The floor must have been uncomfortable but he hadn't appeared to mind, at least not after I kissed him. I admit, it was a mind-blowing kiss but the look on his face was priceless. He still wasn't doing anything and he definitely wasn't protesting so I just sorta kissed him again, I'm a bad person. I took advantage of my best friend but it was really good.

I think that second kiss shocked him out of wherever he was because the next thing I know Harry had just ripped my shirt off. I'm not sure how he managed that given our position but I have no doubt that magic was involved somewhere. He flipped us and held himself up on his hands looking down at me, he smiled at me and I really, really understood why he unseated Lockhart for 'Best Smile'. Dear God, that smile could very well undress a girl by itself. I needed him, propriety be damned …okay damned further. I reached up and pulled at his shirt, the black had a shimmer of green to it and it reminded me of his eyes just then, darkening, the pupil dilating to overtake the green. He breaks my shirt I get to break his and … Ohhh dear God!

I remember once watching a TV show and doubting anybody would be like that in real life, I was gloriously wrong. He was tall and lean like his father but constant Quidditch practice and running from adorning fans had defined his muscles. Not to mention all that shirtless work the owner made them do to bring in the women. But really I should stop digressing, because then he leaned down and kissed me. I could taste tequila on his tongue and salt from the peanuts we'd devoured earlier. He pulled away from my mouth and moved down to my neck, starting high and nibbling on the tendons there before following my neck down and trailing kisses along my clavicle to place a sloppy kiss in the hollow of my throat.

I couldn't help but laugh at the way his stubble tickled my neck and I pulled him back up to kiss his mouth. I moved my hands to his hair, regardless of how messy it was it felt wonderful. Absolutely wonderful, soft and cool … I'm not entirely sure I've ever thought of hair as cool before but his definitely was. Trailing my hands down his neck I felt the muscles there bunch and move as I ran my fingernails softly against his skin. He has nice shoulders, soft skin covering, however obviously, hard muscle. I can't say I've ever envied skin before but the way it moved across his shoulder blades made me want to kiss them, so I did. Contorting my body around him I planted a kiss on his right shoulder and was moving to his left when suddenly I felt the tip of his tongue begin to trace the curve of my bra. Beginning in the middle his tongue traced along the outer edge and back again. He stopped in the middle and slipped his tongue between the bra and my skin and slid it along my breastbone. I could tell I was gasping for breath but I could only hear the slightly sloppy sounds he was making.

His hands moved around my back and slid under the material, lifting the clasp from my skin. He tried for a few moments to unhook it and I felt him mumble something against the sensitive flesh he had just wet which caused a shiver to run up my spine and my bra to disappear. With free reign he set about tormenting me, drunk or not this boy had some skills. He ran his tongue along the path it had taken before and slid again down between my breasts before moving and placing a soft kiss on the underside. Then he trailed along the outside, kissing, nibbling and finally sliding his tongue along my flesh. He continued to make passes around my breast refusing to move towards the centre. I tried to move to catch him out, but either I was too slow or he just knew exactly what I was doing, I'll never know. Just as he made his smallest circle and I thought I would finally feel his mouth where he had been leading too he moved, his mouth kissing my other breast exactly where he had began before. I couldn't take that again I felt restless, I needed to feel him so my hands moved and captured his head, pulling him back up my body. I moved my head around and growled in his ear,
"If you keep doing that I will torment you later until you willingly bring Voldemort back if it means I'll let you come understand?"

I felt him nod against me before his mouth descended on mine, I groaned and he smiled into the kiss. But I forgave him as I felt his hands sliding up my sides and gently cupping my breasts. I pushed against his hands and in response his thumbs ran over my nipples, oh thank God. But I wasn't satisfied, I had to make him pay - but perhaps not on a Twister mat; after all it was beginning to stick to my skin. Any thoughts concerning location left my head the second I felt his tongue flick along my nipple, I know that sounded like a scream; did it come from me?

He pulled back up and whispered in my ear,
"God, you taste wonderful."

Given a respite from his ministrations I noticed he was much more clothed than I would have liked. I wanted to remedy that, quickly. I reached down and pulled at his pants, undoing the button and pulling down the zipper before he seemed to realise what I was doing. I continued, ignoring what he was saying, instead tugging at the pants pulling them down his legs, so he could kick them off. But he didn't seem to want to do that, instead he pulled me to him, up slightly off the floor and wrapped his arms around me. Now he could reach the back zipper on my skirt. I was suddenly glad I'd chosen that one, it was a longish, flowing skirt and without much difficulty it was easily pushed down my body leaving me in a pair of hot pink knickers. Harry looked down and his gasp was enough to make me smile as I kicked the pooled fabric away and pulled him back to me.

"Do you like them?" I felt myself whispering in his ear. I can't remember ever feeling this sexually free with a man.

"Good god yes." His voice came out low and breathy.

I couldn't help but smile up at him, I think that smile finally got through his brain because suddenly he seemed to realise we were basically naked and exactly what he could do with this situation.

"Perhaps we should move to somewhere with say pillows or a mattress or the couch I don't mind."

"Alright," I said as he stood up offering a hand down to help me.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his lips down to mine, the gentle kisser I had felt earlier was gone; this one more demanding and forceful. I know I heard him groan as I evaded his tongue instead running mine along his lower lip and nibbling on it. He lifted me so suddenly I tried to find the ground again, but I was much happier when I found my legs wrapped around his waist instead. He moved carrying me and walked me over to the nearest wall. He pushed my body against it using his and held me there with his hips, pushing into me, making that ache low in my stomach more pressing. He dropped his head to my chest and used his mouth to torment my nipple again. Though the pleasure haze I was able to remember to torture him. Using what little leverage I could get I pulled myself up and ground down against him. I love that groan, and I didn't mind the way the air felt leaving his mouth either.

He lifted his head to my mouth and again began to kiss me senseless as his body pulled mine from the wall and began our journey out of the lounge room and through his house to the bedroom. We all had a room here, but he took me to his and dropped me onto the bed. I bounced and when I looked up he was mesmerised by my chest. I chuckled and allowed myself to fall back against the mattress, I was inviting him and the look in his eyes made me feel suddenly hot. He didn't take too long making his way onto the bed. He stalked towards me on all fours and I felt like prey and all feminist instincts be damned I liked the feeling.

I pulled him down to me and was pressed down into the bed by his weight but I didn't really notice, I was too occupied with the way his skin felt against mine. I ran my hand along his back feeling the muscle bunch and move as his hands travelled up to frame my face and brought my mouth up to his. I love the way he kisses, sweet and soft and hungry and it just makes my blood boil in my veins. Not that I think it could get much hotter.

My hands slipped down and over his boxers, they were soft and well worn and very nice to the touch but I was more interesting in what was below. I slid my hands back up and under the material, trailing over his skin and down to the soft swell of his backside. While standing it may look like he was devoid of one but regardless of that it was cute and definitely sqeezable. So I did; I gave the taunt flesh a gentle squeeze, and in response I felt Harry's hips thrust down against mine.

Moving my hands back up his back, playing with the small pebbles of bone that ran down the middle I moved my mouth along his neck and began nibbling on the tendons sticking out. He gasped and pulled my hips towards his, his fingers dug into my hips but I didn't mind and he relented when I'd securely wrapped my legs around him. And what nice hips they are too, all bony and hard but they seem to yield when my hands began to knead them later.

His hands trailed along my sides and down my legs, there was something frantic in his movements and I couldn't blame him. I wanted this; the gentle part, slow, sweet lovemaking but I needed him. Now. I pushed myself up off the bed crushing my whole body against his. He groaned in response and mumbled something else under his breath. Suddenly, just like my bra, my underwear and his had disappeared. Now I was pressed tightly against his erection, this felt new and yet I'd been here before - maybe it was Harry that made this all feel ten times as good.

He pulled back a bit and looked into my eyes, I knew the look I had never seen it on him but something deep inside of me knew exactly what he was asking. He might have been drunk, and so was I but he was still asking permission. In response I smiled up at him and tightened my grip on his hips. My hands trailed down his sides as his did the same to me. I felt his move between us and slide along the top of my thigh, stopping just before his fingers slipped inside of me. His eyes had never left mine and as my hands rested on his hips he moved forward, sliding his fingers against me, he sighed and I moaned as his finger slid into me. I knew he was testing but it felt like he was tormenting. I felt myself gripping his hips, digging my fingers against the flesh. I knew it would bruise but I was on fire and he didn't seem to understand.

He grinned down at me and removed his fingers, my hand slid around the front of his body and gripped his length. I couldn't help sliding my hand up and down just once, maybe more than that. I wanted to feel him and I wanted him to know how he had tormented me. He groaned and I felt the sound moving through his chest into mine, so I stopped and simply helped him slid into me. As he slowly did his eyes closed a second before mine and the low, loud moan that rang through the room was indecipherable as male or female.

This was how I wanted him, inside of me and I was going to show him that, I tightened the muscles in my lower body and felt him jerk against me. I couldn't help but smile at the look in his eyes as they shot open. Maybe now he would understand that this need he seemed to be feeling was more than mutual and that I wanted him to hurry up. He knew what I was saying and pulled from my body, I couldn't feel the loss since before I knew it he was pushing back against me with a force and speed that made me want to voice my pleasure to the neighbourhood. He continued to push into me, pull against me and fill me. I was in heaven but I knew I wouldn't stay there his body was creating feelings in mine that were familiar but more powerful than I could imagine.

His hands slid along my legs pulling them from around his waist and pushing them back against me. I know I screamed now; he seemed to be deeper and I still wanted him closer. I pulled at his back trying to ensure that no atom would be able to pass between us and I moved against him harder, pushing my body up to met his with all the force I could muster.

I knew I was close and he seemed to be too, when he pulled out again he almost left my body before suddenly turning and slamming down into me. My world exploded, and I felt his exploding within me. I never knew anything could feel like this. And I hoped that I would never come down. But I felt my mind returning and his hands running along my sides while he placed gentle kisses on my face before capturing my lips seconds after he had my eyes.

With our lips still locked he pulled out of me and I groaned slightly, I didn't want him to leave. But, then he flipped us over and pulled my body flush against his. He pulled back from the kiss and he smiled up at me. I felt safe as he snuggled me down against his chest. With his arms around me I felt sleep claiming me as I felt his breath evening out in his chest. This was where I wanted to stay, wrapped in his arms; feeling loved.

So I'm in love with my best friend, and I just slept with him. But that's okay because I'll worry about it when he wakes up and freaks for now I'll be happy sleeping in his arms and maybe if I'm lucky waking up there.

A response to a couple of the reviews I got for 'Awake'
SilverFoot - The sequel was written about half-way through the first. I got inspired.
Sarmi - At some stage I will definitely explain the 'Say, Cheese' comment I juts have to work out the funnest way of doing it.
Auntie B - I haven't read 'Hogwarts Too Exposed' at all but I might have to check it out.
Jane Doe - With the proposal I was a bit shocked with it myself. All of a sudden I looked at what I'd written and there it was but I liked it. Oh and the Rocky Horro reference was extrememly obsure but whenever I hear the phrase 'Heavy Petting' I think of Brad and Janet.
Thanks everyone who reviewed.