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Thank you's: MononWalker (Hi, *waves*, such nice reviews you send :)) asked about waxing being fun. No it's an evil little torture device, I wish sarcasm was easier to get across but that's what it was. Debby Your question is answered below but damned if I don't wish there was some running like a scared rabbit now. Pottergranny I love your reviews they are always so detailed and nice. Thank you. And someone asked about 'Hogwarts Exposed' I haven't read it but apparently it's about the escapades of Harry and Hermione the nudists. As much as I love Mr Murphy I have not used him although I think at some stage I must, to torment our dear Mr Potter some more .

Author's Note: I promised more words and I delivered with a huge chapter. I decided to finally be nice and all the Quidditch Cup match and the *ahem* aftermath is here.
It's wrong that I gained some pleasure from making you wait for this part right? I'm sadist and a review slut so its all good, anyway I wanted to thank everyone who reviewed the last parts regardless of length and to everyone who reviews this part, I hope you enjoy.
Author's Note 2: You know once upon a time I could only write angsty stuff, even my fluff was angst and now I can only write sappy stuff, and smutty sap at that. I wonder which is better?
Author's Note 3: After putting up Armageddon which I admit is in no way my best work I feel a little battered but there are also some really nice people out there. Therefore I have a request, if you have a problem with my stories then tell me why, don't just tell me it sucked. Also, apparently I'm not supposed to write anything ever again but ha that's just silly, I much prefer writing to paying attention to insults in a language I don't understand.

Hermione was still eating breakfast when Harry, Ron, Ginny and the rest of the team had to leave. Hermione gave the boys their traditional hug and good luck wishes and watched Harry leave; he had a cute bottom in those Quidditch pants. She finished her breakfast and sat back trying to contain the nerves making her feel giddy and nauseous at the same time. After a few minutes she finally began to feel calm. She stood and made her way out of the Great Hall, down towards the Quidditch pitch, telling herself that what she was about to do was not stupid, or bad or anything else.

Hermione made her way up into the stands like she always did. Like always she sat towards the back with no one occupying the row in front; she didn't know why no one sat in front of her anymore but today she was happy for it. It may have something to do with the large man thundering up the stairs though. Every game Hagrid would come and sit next to her regardless of the expectation to be in the Teacher's Stand. He always told her since Ron was now playing she should have someone with her; and she always did thanks to him.

Hermione took off her cloak and didn't hear any gasps from Hagrid so the spell was good, keeping the robe on the seat and partly around her, she looked down at the ground as the teams filed onto the pitch and after being announced took off. Harry looked good as usual, and that was all she saw of the teams; she wanted to know when he saw her - what his first reaction was.

Harry looked over at the stands, trying to find Hermione; she always made him feel calmer. It had nothing to do with being able to stare at her without worrying that he'd be spotted, so long as his eyes darted around regularly nobody even noticed. Even she didn't and she noticed everything. Harry looked for a second but a flash of colour that didn't belong in the Gryffindor stands distracted him, he looked again but couldn't make out who it was.

Harry almost his lost grip on the broom. He grabbed a tight hold with one hand and screwed up his eyes; he did not just see that. He counted backwards from ten and took a few deep breaths. When he opened his eyes he felt the air rushing past him but barely registered that his broom was darting forward, down towards Hermione and the bikini…no it was underwear that she appeared to be wearing. But it couldn't be; Hermione would never walk around in underwear. Besides, no one around her was looking at her shocked; so she couldn't possibly be wearing only a bra and knickers. Underwear that seemed to be getting brighter at that. Harry tore his eyes away; he should not be looking at Hermione like that, as though she were a piece of almost naked girl meat.

Hermione smiled. Harry's reaction, while not as caveman as she was sort of hoping for, was promising. He looked shocked but not disgusted and there was something in the way he was looking at her that made her want to smile.

Harry took another deep breath; he had to be seeing things. He looked over at Hagrid, sitting next to Hermione, but he didn't seem to notice anything different about her so it must be his imagination. Harry took his eyes off Hermione, he knew he was in love with her and it seemed that not telling her had finally driven him insane; really it was the only possibility. Comforted by this thought he looked, but Hermione was still in her underwear and they seemed to be brighter than before, but that was impossible - this was all impossible. Harry shook himself, he just had to turn the broom around and it would all be fine; he'd stop hallucinating. So that was what he did, he turned his firebolt around and looked around the pitch, anywhere but behind him. He searched for the snitch, Draco hadn't seen it yet and he was looking at Harry questioningly, but was back to looking for the little golden treasure again before Harry could react.

Harry kept his back to Hermione and began seriously looking for the snitch. He figured that if he gave his mind a chance to figure itself out maybe he would stop seeing her like that. She had looked good though, maybe just one more look. Harry turned and spotted her easily - not that it was hard since her clothes seemed to be glowing blue. He tried to look away but found it even harder than it had been the last time. Finally he dragged his eyes away from Hermione and back to the game. He had to concentrate; he looked over at the score and saw that Gryffindor was still ahead by thirty points. Now all he had to do was find the snitch and end the game then he could go and see Madame Pomfrey and see what was wrong with him.

Harry tried his normal routine for finding the snitch but his mind was on Hermione not the little golden ticket to his salvation. He wasn't even thinking about the fact that she was wearing very little, though that was nice, he was focussed on everything about her. He found himself drifting more and more lately, thinking about something she said the week before or the way she'd hugged him after he got a good grade, or gave him a kiss on the cheek when she'd received 102% for her Transfiguration test - how did she do that anyway? But regardless of what he was thinking about he was finding it harder and harder to pretend like he wasn't in love with her and that he could blame the guys who indicated they wanted to ask her out. He found himself more and more sympathetic to these guys, she was amazing and she was what any man could hope for, but his jealousy always won out and he scared the guys into backing off.

Harry had once tried to work out exactly when he had started liking her but he couldn't provide a date he just knew when he woke up most mornings that his day didn't really start until he saw her smile. At night he didn't think of going to bed until she had - just to make sure she did. He did not get pleasure out of watching her walk up the stairs - really, he didn't. But he had found himself unable to sleep one night because she hadn't told him goodnight. He had spent the rest of the night tossing and turning as a result. Since then he had found himself kissing her on the top of the head before going to bed, she always said goodnight now.

When he looked back he could remember feeling so in debt to her in third year when she willingly flew up to save Sirius even though she hated flying. When he looks back on that night he remembers other feelings too; complete terror at the possibility that she might die when the Dementors trapped them. The way he had felt calm doing all those things that night because he knew she was there and she always made sure he was all right and that things worked out; she'd done it in the third floor corridor and she had done it even while petrified. Harry thought perhaps that was when he began to have a crush on Hermione, but then he remembers the way she caught all his attention on his very first Hogwarts train journey and the way she made him feel okay even when telling him hearing voices was not good. Maybe, he figured, he's liked her since he met her and just in the last few years has he come to realise it.

The night that Voldemort was resurrected she made him feel safe, more so even than Mrs Weasley as she fussed over him. Then in fifth year she was the one who convinced him that he could teach Dumbledore's Army and without her he wasn't sure who else they would have lost that night in the Department of Mysteries. After though, after Sirius was gone and he felt so lost she had been there everyday showing him exactly where home was and that everyone who was still with him loved him. Without her and Ron he would have run then, left it all behind. Regardless of Voldemort he would have left. He knew she and Ron had talked a lot that summer trying to work out why they fought so much and they finally came to the conclusion most people did. The two were so similar personality wise and yet so different priority wise that they couldn't help but clash. They worked so hard that summer to work past that and find comfortable, civil ground and when they had all three were happier for it. Harry loved to see them bicker now, it was playful and it helped that Luna had appeared and showed Ron how to be a little less serious about his life.

Then there was sixth year, his hardest; there was no Sirius to be the light at the end of his tunnel - he didn't have a reason to go kill Voldemort, except revenge. The whole war seemed hollow without some silver lining at the end, but there was Hermione and Ron through it all. Hermione had helped there again, as his feelings for her became harder to ignore he began to find the purpose he had lost. By the end of that year he was ready to face Voldemort even if he still felt unsure about how to kill him. All through that time he'd trained, harder and longer than anyone else had and yet Hermione and Ron were there every step even though they didn't have to be. Then in the final battle when it was him and Voldemort and Voldemort had raised his wand at Hermione Harry had felt something in him, break and then he had no problem killing Voldemort, ending the fight, the war. Then after when he wasn't sure what to do now that Voldemort was gone, and his reason for being was gone, Hermione was there to slap him upside the head and inform him if he ran he better run well because she would chase him down and drag him back by his ever messy hair. All in all he wasn't sure when he'd fallen in love with her but knew she had intrigued him since she told him "I know all about you" and he had loved her since she had lied for them to Professor McGonagall.

Harry spotted the snitch and dived downward, it was buzzing near the Gryffindor stand where Hermione was. Hermione in her underwear! Harry's concentration moved momentarily as he relived the mental picture and when he refocussed he saw that the snitch had disappeared. After casting an eye over to Draco and seeing that he had lost sight of it too he sighed, he had to do something. His eyes darted back up to Hermione without him noticing but he forced himself to look away after seeing that he was still seeing things.

Harry called a time out and flew after his team down to the pitch. Once he landed he ran over to Ron and dragged him away from the team.
"What is Hermione wearing?"

Ron looked at Harry as though he was as mad as he felt. He answered anyway,
"A skirt and shirt."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure, I'm looking at her. I saw her in it in the common room and at breakfast and now up in the stands." Ron said reaching over to feel Harry's head for a temperature.

Harry batted Ron's hand away and grabbed a hold of his shoulders forcing the taller boy to look him in the eyes.
"Listen closely," once he knew he had Ron's full attention he continued. "Hermione was wearing a skirt and top in the common room this morning?" Ron nodded. "And at breakfast?" Another nod. "And now?" Ron's eyes rolled but he nodded regardless. "And at no time during this was she wearing a long, black robe?" Ron shook his head; Harry had definitely gone nuts.
"This morning when I came down from the dorms I saw Hermione sitting next to you wearing a cloak. She was wearing it when she was eating breakfast and when those girls glared at her in the halls and when we left to come down here and well, all morning."

"No, she wasn't."

"But I saw her." Harry couldn't wrap his mind around this.

"Well so did I and I can tell you she was wearing a skirt and shirt. Ask anyone."

"Ginny," Harry yelled. The girl ran over to them and looked at them quizzically. "This morning when Hermione was at breakfast what was she wearing?"

Ginny looked at both boys oddly but plunged on anyway; this was Harry there had to be a good reason behind all this.
"A lovely blue, pleated skirt with barely noticeable purple plaid squares and a white shirt. A little tighter than she would normally wear but she pulled it off brilliantly. Oh and the cutest little mary jane's."

Both Harry and Ron looked at her for a moment before shaking their heads. Ron smiled at her; Harry looked like his brain was about to explode.

"So up in the stands at the moment she isn't wearing a bright blue bra and matching knickers?" Harry asked with a tortured expression. Both Ginny and Ron's eyes flew up to the stands, they searched for Hermione. They looked for a few moments before bringing their eyes back to Harry. Ginny reached over and felt his head mimicking Ron's earlier actions. Ron just stared at him in shock; Hermione in anything not schoolish was a slight shock to his system. He had had a crush on Hermione at one stage in fourth year but he could honestly say he had never thought about her without a strict expression and all of her clothes.

"Harry are you seeing Hermione in her underwear?" Ginny asked carefully.

"Yes, and her bra is getting bluer."

Ron coughed; he wasn't sure what to say; one of his best friends was seeing the other in her underwear. He didn't mind if they got together; he rather expected it, but this was bizarre. He was happy for them if they were happy but he didn't think this was healthy.

Hermione had, quite obviously, been in love with Harry since about fifth year but Ron didn't think anyone else really suspected. He knew what the other girls said about her and what was written; he had forced Luna to tell him after he'd overheard some fifth years enamoured with the boy who lived. He had wanted to do something awful to them all, but he didn't because he knew it would upset Hermione more and probably make it worse. That hadn't stopped him teaching Ginny and Luna the spells to remove the worst of it; Hermione would get too suspicious if it stopped altogether. After that he had kept an eye out making sure that none of it got beyond whispers and crude sayings on bathroom walls. He remembered Luna's reaction when Trillion Embers, a girl in Luna's year, had thought that she could steal him from Luna. It had not been pretty and he was sure a girl infatuated with Harry would and could do worse. He felt confident about Hermione but still his older-brother genes kicked in whenever she was concerned. But could she really be sitting up there in her underwear? Was it possible that he was under a spell which made him see things differently? Was Harry the one under the spell? Or, was it simply that Harry had lost his marbles as a result of the last Quidditch game and his feelings for Hermione? Ron suspected it was one of the first two, Hermione may have been willing to wait for Harry to make the first move but she wasn't some damsel; she'd go after him if she thought he might never get his arse in gear. Ron thought perhaps she'd finally snapped - but blue underwear at the Quidditch Cup match? She had to pick today!

Harry though, was harder to pick; he played his emotions so close to his chest. It had become habit while fighting Voldemort for fear that the dark lord might find out who he cared for most. But Ron knew, he knew beyond any doubt that Harry loved Hermione, in a small way he had fought Voldemort for her, even if he hadn't realised it. That reason, that need to keep her safe was what had kept him alive and ensured Voldemort's defeat, a power he knew not. Of that Ron was sure but he would never say anything to either of them or anyone else; that little tidbit would go to the grave with him - or maybe he could write it in his autobiography to be released after their deaths. He knew the past seven years had taken their toll on Harry but Ron couldn't see Harry's lost marbles characterised by seeing Hermione in her underwear so it had to be something she had done.

Ron was torn between cheering on Hermione's brave effort and hitting Harry for looking at her in her underwear and then ensuring that Harry understood the pain which would be inflicted if he ever hurt Hermione. Given that Harry was generally the instigator of those conversations and that he had the more lethal past it felt slightly redundant. Instead he gestured for Ginny to leave and pulled Harry closer.
"To me and Gin and I think everyone else here she is wearing a skirt and shirt but I think you do see her in her underwear and while the thought is a little scary; like someone saying they've seen Ginny like that." Ron had to shake himself and move on. "Anyway, I don't think you are imagining it. You like her," Ron ignored Harry's attempts to deny it. "I know it and you know it and dammit Voldemort's dead so just go for it. Even if you are imagining it this has to be considered a sign. Now I suggest you ignore it and hurry up and find the snitch. The quicker you do the sooner you can find out the truth. Okay?"

"Okay," Harry said defeated. He had really thought he was keeping his feelings hidden, apparently not.

"Good, because Madame Hooch is glaring at us."

Ron and Harry walked back to the team and Harry told them all they were doing a great job and that they were going to win, and they were going to kick Slytherins' arse while doing so. As they all flew back into the air Harry took another look into the stands and at Hermione; she may be far away but she really looked good. He closed his eyes again and thought of Snape in Neville's grandmother's hat and thought only of the game and not Hermione's breasts or hips or legs or anything else. He was firmly concentrated on the snitch and the game, or at least he kept telling himself that.

He kept his eyes on the pitch after that, refused flat out to look over at Hermione but that didn't stop him picturing her in all her semi-naked-blue-underwear-wearing glory everytime he blinked. He probably didn't need to blink as much as he was though. Harry continued to move around the pitch keeping his back to Hermione as much as possible. He knew he must look odd but considering what Ron and Ginny were doing to the scores not many people were watching him. Harry could feel eyes on him though, and not just Malfoy; as he watched the pitch and Harry for signs of the snitch. Harry could feel her eyes on him and he wanted to turn, look at her, maybe go over there and ask if she really was wearing what he saw or maybe he wouldn't get that far and he'd just have to snog her and hope for the best.

Harry's mind wondered away from Quidditch and to Hermione again and try as he might he couldn't drag it back; he felt as though he were fighting a rip tide. He was thinking about her hair and her eyes and the way she bit her lip to stop herself laughing at him sometimes. The snitch! He saw it dart into his vision from behind him and suddenly he was moving, flying - obviously but he wasn't sure if he had ever flown this fast before. He had never had this incentive; if he caught the damn thing he could go find Hermione, not that she'd be hard to spot in a bright blue bra. But his thoughts weren't really with Hermione; his one thought was of getting the snitch, feeling its wings flapping against his hand as though annoyed at being caught. He could sense Draco behind him but he just forced himself harder down against the broom, more aerodynamic and closer to the snitch. A metre, fifty centimetres, ten, five, two and he had it. The snitch was in his hand and he felt the wings betting against his fingers and without thought his arm was in the air displaying his prize. He could vaguely hear Draco swearing and cursing him and his broom but his thoughts had returned to Hermione and finding her in the stands … she was still underdressed. Now she was hugging Hagrid and Harry felt the foolish desire to fly up there and drag her away from Hagrid, perhaps finding a way to protect her honour while doing it. He shook his head and flew up to join his teammates in a victory lap around the stands. The crowd was cheering and rousing renditions of 'Weasley is our King' and the newly developed 'Potter is our Hero' were being sung as loudly as possible, luckily they had the same tune. Harry noticed the Slytherins slinking from the stands and away from the pitch while the rest of the school flooded onto the pitch awaiting the team's arrival. Finally the victorious team flew down and was swamped by all the students.

Harry looked for Hermione but even in her telltale outfit he couldn't find her. Harry felt a tap on his shoulder and turned barely registering that Hermione was there, and in a cloak, before he felt her arms wrap around him and her lips briefly touch his. When she pulled back he was mildly dazed but he was still able to whisper in her ear,
"Twenty minutes, outside the locker rooms."

He felt her nod before she got lost in the crowd once more.

"She's still wearing a skirt and top," Harry heard Ron whisper.

"No she isn't, she's wearing a cloak and I'm not insane." Harry said with a smile before allowing the crowd to pull them away from one another.

Harry strode into the change rooms and looked at his team, they all looked ready to go up to the party and all he found himself wanting to do was leave and find out if he had indeed been seeing things. He decided to keep the post-game talk short.
"That was great all of you, I was slightly distracted most of the time," Harry noticed Ron was smirking for all he was worth, but Harry didn't see Ginny laughing at him, actually he didn't see Ginny at all. "However, I saw some of it and I was pleased with it all. Since this is the last game of the year and next year I will not be attending Hogwarts I'll let you get changed and have some fun rather than tell you what you need to work on. You all did great jobs, well done."

The team cheered and filed up to share their joy with Harry and to thank him for the way he had pushed them and helped them get here. After they had all filed past Ron came up and smiled at Harry,
"Go on, get out to her. I'll talk to you later. I kind of expect vague details, sort of, but if you take advantage or hurt her regardless of who you have defeated I will find a way to make you pay. Okay?"

"Okay. Tell you what, if I hurt her I'll tie myself down and break my wand then let you have a field day. That's only if Hermione doesn't get there first though." Harry said with a smile mirrored by Ron. He patted Ron's arm and turned and ran from the room.

Harry found Hermione waiting outside the rooms just as he had asked. She was leaning back against the wall, much too casually for a girl who had been tormenting him throughout a Quidditch match. She smiled at him when their eyes met and moved over to stand in front of him.

"What are you wearing under that cloak?" Harry asked not really caring to beat around the bush.

"Why?" Hermione's look of innocence made Harry want to growl. He knew he shouldn't really get angry with her but he couldn't seem to make himself calm considering what he was imagining was under that cloak.

"You know exactly why. What were you playing at? Quidditch Cup match and you choose then to indicate you have feelings for me."

Hermione allowed him the moment of anger, knowing he was scared, she herself was terrified of what this could mean, but she wouldn't let him get away with placing all the blame for this on her.
"Harry, I have been dropping hints since fifth year if you haven't noticed by now I figured I should take some more drastic action."

"By showing up to the game in your underwear?"

"Did it get your attention?"

"That would have gotten the attention of a blind monk."

"I'll take that as a compliment." Hermione was kind of confused about that statement but it was better than 'God no you're Hermione why would I want to see you half naked?'

"What I'm saying is that even from a distance I couldn't keep my attention focussed on anything else. I caught the damned snitch just to end the game to I could find you. I didn't even think about it, I'm not all that sure how I captured the snitch."

Hermione blushed; coming from Harry Potter that was a compliment; she not only caught his attention but also had managed to hold it even during a Quidditch game - even when the snitch had appeared. He likes me, Hermione thought with a smile, he really likes me. Hermione turned her smile up to Harry.
"Maybe we should move this conversation somewhere else."

"Up to the common room?" Harry asked, going for the safe place, hoping she'd say no. Not that he thought she'd say yes to what was actually running through his head.

"No. I didn't dress like this so that you'd ditch me to celebrate."

"In that outfit I wouldn't ditch you to spend time with my long lost grandparents." Harry had to kiss her; this talking thing was very overrated. Before she could respond he had bent down and captured her lips. She tasted faintly of strawberry, when had she had strawberries? As he slid his tongue along her lower lip, begging to be let in, he realised it was lip balm, very nice tasting lip balm. Then he tasted her, beneath his lips hers opened eagerly and he found himself lost. All he really cared about was the taste of her mouth and what she was doing with her tongue. He turned them around and pushed her up against the door he had just come through. Hermione grabbed his Quidditch robes and pulled him closer to her body, he fitted against her his hips between her legs as one lifted to wrap tightly around his. Their chaste kisses on the cheek and head had not prepared her for this; she had never expected this need.

Harry needed to be closer - he needed to feel her skin and taste her skin - for now though he just wanted to be closer to her body. He pushed himself further into her body and his mouth moved against hers more ferociously. He felt her body give against his, he knew he was squashing her and yet she just pulled him closer. His hands were everywhere; in her hair, sliding along her sides feeling her hips and waist and breasts through the thick material she was wearing. He knew she knew how affected he was by her but he didn't care he still wasn't close enough but he had to breathe. He pulled his mouth from hers and sucked in a deep breath, he felt her chest push against his as she took in a breath too. The movement bringing even more of his attention to her breasts. He responded by pushing her further into the wall and sliding his lips down her neck. He tasted salt there but beneath that was Hermione and that was what he wanted; he wanted to be as close to Hermione as possible.

Harry barely noticed the sound of voices getting closer but he definitely noticed Hermione pushing him away slightly.
"Harry, your broom."

"Yeah, I know but seriously how could I not react like this to yo-" Hermione cut him of with a smile.

"No, your firebolt. We fly away and no one catches me about to rip your clothes off." Hermione said in the calmest voice she could manage.

Harry barely registered her words but the last bit spurred him into action, picking his firebolt up from where it rested against the wall with the rest of the teams, he climbed on dragging her up with him and sitting her on his lap. Before he could kick off she turned straddling his legs, wrapping her legs around his waist. He didn't care if this would make it harder to fly just so long as he got her somewhere else; the pitch, it was close and under the stands was all that free, flat surface. Harry pushed off and headed towards the pitch.

Harry flew onto the pitch and towards one of the stands, he heard a feminine moan coming from within and decided not to go into that stand. He pulled on the handle slightly and they rose, he steered them to the next Gryffindor decorated stand and slid between the decorations and the scaffolding. Flying to the ground he let Hermione off before stepping off himself. Before he had both his legs off the broom she was kissing him again. He let go of the firebolt and wrapped his arms around her. He slid his hands along her back, one reaching up to tangle in her hair and the other trailing down below her hips to settle for a moment on her behind before moving back up to pull her body closer.

Suddenly Hermione pulled away from his body and took a few steps back. He stood panting trying to regain his breath when she unfastened her cloak and took it off again. Laying the robe on the floor she muttered a spell over it before standing back as it inflated and turned into a robe-shaped mattress. Taking her shoes off she muttered spells over them to clean and transfigure them into pillows. Throwing them onto her robe she turned to him.

Harry had been watching her detached somehow, he couldn't really believe what he was seeing; Hermione was telling him that they were going to have sex and thirty minutes ago he'd been freaked out about seeing things. But there was calmness to everything that she was doing and it made him calmer; this was Hermione and he knew she wouldn't do this unless she was ready and he'd been ready for quite some time.

Harry was barely refocussed on the situation before him when Hermione moved over. She was wearing exactly what he had seen from up high but the picture was so much better up close. Her legs were longer than he'd have thought even if she was still head and shoulders shorter than him. Her hips were flared out and he decided that was definitely better than anything he'd ever seen in those magazines that Dean had brought a few years ago. And her skin was pale and she had the cutest little triangle of freckles on her abdomen near where the blue material seemed to still be getting brighter. Then there were her breasts, they looked very good. He felt himself tearing his eyes away from them attempting to actually look her in the eye. When his eyes were finally looking into hers he noticed she had a rather bemused look on her face, well really what could she expect when she was standing there looking like that. He was only human and an average teenage male at that.

Hermione took one more step towards him and reached out untying the fastenings holding his Quidditch robe together. The damp material slid off his body easily once she had the ties undone. When he looked down he found her tugging his jumper off as well, he was suddenly very happy that he still wore Dudley's clothes to play Quidditch; they came off much easier than anything that actually fit him. He watched his jumper fall to the floor to his left and felt her hands pulling his top out of his pants. He should be helping, right? Moving his hands around even though he couldn't actually feel them he saw her bat them away while she kept removing his top, that too dropped to the floor. His detached feeling left when he felt her hands settle on his pants, the shock causing him to jump. She ignored him and undid the button and zipper pulling the fabric down over his hips and let it settle at his knees. Standing back up she looked him over, he was still a little too small for his frame but slowly and surely he was filling it out, adding muscles that Hermione really liked to his collection. But his body was so long and thin she often wondered if he'd always be lanky. Ron had filled out some looking more like Bill all the time but Harry, she thought Harry would always look like this; always in need of a good meal.

Hermione tugged at his hips, making him turn and with the constriction around his knees, fall onto her transfigured mattress. While he lay there she tugged off the last of his clothes leaving him only in his boxers, now they were even. She followed him onto the mattress and as soon as her body hit the soft surface Harry had rolled over and trapped her beneath his body. His lips slid briefly over hers before they moved to her neck trailing sloppy kisses down the column of her throat. Trailing his tongue along her collarbone to gently nip at the hollow between them, he listened to her breathing deepen slightly. Hermione's hands spread along his body, roaming along the smooth skin. He felt so good up against her; his skin so soft and the muscle beneath hard. He didn't weigh much but she liked the way his body pushed hers into the mattress. Just like before; outside the change rooms, she felt like she wasn't close enough that she had to touch more of him, taste more of him.

Harry moved down and began trailing kisses along her skin moving down to where the fabric of her bra met her breasts. He nibbled along the flesh exposed by them and smiled up at her as his hands snaked around her back and undid the clasp. Pulling the material down her arms he pulled away from her body and knelt above her, he looked down at her and a cocky grin spread across his face; he'd been right she had very good breasts - perfect even. Leaning back down he placed a kiss on the slight red marks he'd made earlier before pulling back up. Rocking back on his heels he slid his hands from her waist up cupping both her breasts, he massaged them gently liking how they felt slightly heavy to his touch and gave against his ministrations. Hermione looked up at him, her lids dropping more and more as his fingers drew closer to the darker flesh around her nipple. When her eyes closed fully he bent his head and captured one in his mouth while taking the other between his fingers. He didn't really know what he was doing, going with instinct and desire instead of any real knowledge. However, unless he was reading her extremely badly he wasn't doing a bad job.

He pulled his head away from her breast and immediately Hermione's hands were in his hair attempting to bring him back down. He fought against her and moved to the other breast instead; he didn't think one should receive more attention than the other. He had thought that his mouth back on her skin would make her ease up against his head but she seemed to be pulling him more fully down towards her. She tugged at his hair and he let out a sigh against her wet skin and received a low, sweet moan as a result. He liked that sound and decided to try for more like it.

He needed to breathe first, so he pulled up against her hands and found himself looking down at a Hermione he had never imagined. Her hair was covering her transfigured pillows and her cheeks were flushed, her mouth was hanging open and she was panting softly. When her tongue darted out to moisten her lips it appeared to move in slow motion, as a result he felt his boxers get even tighter than they already were.

He smiled down at her but it only lasted a moment before her eyes opened and she suddenly flipped them, straddling his waist. She bent down and dropped a kiss on his lips before pulling back and staring down at him with a mischievous smile on her face. Placing her hands just below his collarbones she used them as leverage to slid her hips down his body, he let out a long, low groan as she moved closer to his erection. She stopped moving when his hands gripped her hips, her smile grew and she dragged her hands down his chest letting her nails scrape over his skin. He let out a long hiss that reminded Hermione of him speaking Parseltongue as her nail drew over his flat nipple. Suddenly her smile grew devious and Harry was worried for a moment before she bent down and blew against the scratched area. The hiss deepened and turned into a low groan. She continued to blow against his nipple until his eyes fluttered shut then she dropped her mouth down and slid her tongue over the flesh. His eyes flew open and he bucked up against her. Keeping contact with his eyes she bite down gently on him and then pulled back to blow against the area, Harry growled and bucked his hips up against hers. This time both of them let out a low moan.

Hermione pulled back from his chest and moved her mouth down his stomach and to his abdomen, stopping to kiss the flesh at his navel where the beginning of his snail trail was. Sitting back of her heels between his knees she could grab a hold of his boxers. Pulling them down and off she was shocked with the sight before her, it wasn't quite what she had expected but she was fascinated with it all the same.

Harry watched her face; there was the look of deep concentration and interest she got whenever she was presented with a new piece of interesting information. He wasn't sure if he liked that particular look when directed at him but he decided it was good as her hand moved down towards him. Her finger moved along the top of his shaft and he let out a hiss and felt his body jump towards her. Hermione let out a shocked gasp and pulled her hand away looking at him in confusion and fascination for a moment. Tilting her head to the side she slid her hand back up along his thigh. Harry couldn't help the grin that passed over his face at the look of pure determination on Hermione's.

Hermione stopped her hand were it rested on his inner thigh and looked up at him, she smiled at him and watched his eyes as she slid her hand off the hairy flesh of his thigh and onto the smooth, soft skin of his shaft. She was shocked at the feel of his skin beneath her hand; there was a silkiness to it that she would not have expected. Keeping eye contact with Harry she checked to ensure that she wasn't hurting him, but from the look on his face she'd guess he'd be happy for this to go on all night. She dropped her eyes back down to him, really it wasn't all that nice to look at but there was something fascinating in the way he was responding to her. She moved her hand down running it over the thicker base and to the dark hair covering his skin, he gasped when her fingernails ran against his flesh and Hermione couldn't help but smile. She slid her hand back up his length and grinned down at him when he let out a long, low moan as she tightened her grip. Hermione continued to stroke him, alternating her rhythms and patterns, seeing what he'd respond to.

Harry was barely holding onto any form of coherent thought but with the last vestiges he was torn between ecstasy and agony; either way he was thoroughly enjoying Hermione's attention. He was thinking maybe a prize was in order when he felt something warm and wet wrap around the head of his erection. He bucked up in surprise and let out a small shout not really believing what he was seeing; he could see himself disappearing into Hermione's mouth. He was lost in the sensations as she alternated between moving down to take more in and sucking gently against his flesh. He fought against a need to buck up into her mouth and grasped the robe-mattress to stop his hands from wandering down to grip her head.

Hermione was surprised at the slightly salty taste on her tongue, she'd listened when the girls talked of these things but had always assumed they were talking codswallop, but now with first hand experience she wasn't so sure. She let her tongue slid further along his penis, noticing the way he moved into her mouth and that the muscles in his thighs were taunt; he was holding back. When she let her teeth rub his skin she was pleased to find he bucked up against her causing her teeth to graze his skin more forcefully. She knew that she should feel more self-conscious about this or maybe nervous but the new sensations and the ability to play - experiment with him made it too exciting to think about fully. Were all guys this willing to let a girl take the lead, allow them to get comfortable with the male body first? Hermione may not have much experience but she felt pretty sure that Harry was unique like this, or maybe he was just really enjoying this.

Hermione pulled away from him and looked at his face, noting the pure ecstasy on his face. Looking back down she noticed the heavy sack behind his penis, she let her hand out tentatively to touch it, and again his body jumped at the contact. This time though a bead of milky liquid seeped from the slit in the head of his penis. Using one hand to slid around the back of his balls and lifting their weight she used to other to dip into the fluid on his head. Sliding her finger through it she was surprised to find the substance was thicker than she had expected. Hermione lifted her finger away and stared at it for a few moments before bringing it up to her mouth.

Harry's eyes followed her hand, watching as she raised her finger to her lips and slid the very tip between them. Seeing her rosy lips closed around her finger seemed to make him harder - knowing what was on that finger. He felt the tightness in his lower back that always proceeded his orgasm. He wanted to let her know but he seemed to have lost his capability for speech, instead it came out as a moan and brought Hermione's attention back to him and his erection.

Hermione smiled at him and lowered her mouth back down to him, she slid her mouth around his head and continued until she didn't want to go any further. She closed her lips around him and breathed in before letting her breath out against his skin. She sucked in another breath allowing the air to flow against his skin and his groaned, whispering her name again and again. She closed her lips around him again and sucked.

Harry almost leaped out of his skin and he knew he was close, he had to let her know.
"He…ione…I'm…stop…come…now."

Hermione giggled around his penis and he was undone, he came suddenly and his head snapped back letting out a long, loud scream as his body seemed to empty into her mouth. Hermione struggled against him for a moment before allowing her mouth to work naturally, swallowing everything she could. She pulled away from him and looked up into his eyes, not quite sure what his reaction would be, was she supposed to have done that? It must have been what he'd been trying to tell her, but at the time she didn't care. Even now as she felt unsure about his reaction, given his attempt to stop her, she felt good about it. There was something about it that made her feel kind of empowered; she could make him do that with just her mouth. Now she wanted to have him inside of her, she wanted him.

Harry slowly came back down to Earth and the first thing he saw was Hermione looking down at him with a small, sly smile; she looked pleased with herself. He was very pleased with her.
"That was…well…let me show you."

Before Hermione could react Harry flipped their positions finding strength in what he was about to do. She lay beneath him now and he was the one wearing the cocky grin. She looked up at him and seemed a little confused until he slid his hands down her arms. He moved his hands up to cup her breasts, kneading them gently before leaning forward and taking one nipple and then the other into his mouth. He continued to alternate between her breasts, working them, making them more sensitive to his touch.

Hermione was lost in the sensations Harry was drawing out of her body, she had curiously fondled her own breasts but it had never felt this exciting. Harry seemed to be able to touch her in a way that made everything she felt magnified.

Harry slid his hands further down her body while his lips continued to tease her breasts. He let his hands slide out to grip her hips, he flexed his fingers, feeling her skin give beneath him before he slid a finger into each side of her panties. He took another look at this amazing material, now he was sure that it was in fact getting brighter; he'd have to ask her about it later…much later. He hooked his fingers around the material and began to slide it down her body. As his hands trailed down her thighs carrying her panties with him he let his mouth trail down her stomach. He feasted on her flesh; nibbling, licking and kissing her skin making her writhe beneath him. Finally he pulled the material off her feet and leant down to drop a kiss on each foot as he tossed the material in the general direction of the rest of their clothes.

Hermione watched Harry as he kissed his way up her right leg, dropping a sloppy kiss behind her knee then moving to her other leg. He repeated the motions until he reached her knee where he licked her skin, she arched away from the robe-mattress and he reacted by nibbling on the tender flesh he'd found.

Harry moved on from her knee, kissing up her thigh, nibbling on her inner thigh and then soothing the skin with his tongue. He took his cues from the sounds Hermione was making, and the low moans told him she was happy with his attentions. He switched legs again, moving up her skin finding she made a mewling sound when he neared the apex of her legs. He could tell she wanted him to touch her already, but he was enjoying tormenting her.

He loved the way she looked at this moment, carried away with feelings, passion. She looked like those pictures he'd seen of Greek temptress gods; wild hair, flushed cheeks and a look of pleasure on their faces; eyes at half-mast and lips parted in a sigh. From what he had read in the few illegal magazines that passed through his dorm he now understood the term sexy; Hermione was his temptress, his siren, everything that could call out the sexual being that Harry had willing kept hidden from the fan girls who had tried to sleep with him.

Harry shook the thoughts from his head when he felt her hands fist into his hair, trying, in vain, to pull his head up; closer to her. With a final kiss to the sensitive skin on her uppermost thighs he let his hands trail up her legs. Sliding up past where his lips had gone, he watched his hands, past the creamy skin of her thighs to the dusty pink skin beyond. He sucked in a breath, he'd looked at the women in the magazines but some things were so much better when they were seen in person.

Harry slid his finger up her soft flesh, mildly surprised to find it was so hot and wet. As he slid his finger over and around a little nub she gasped and Harry smiled. He lowered his mouth now, flicking his tongue out to touch her, with the first taste of her Harry's erection came back; seemingly harder than before. He moved closer to suck the little nub into his mouth and continued to use his tongue to caress it while his finger slid back down and into her body. She was tight around his finger, but he was able to slide a second finger in, which caused her hands on his head to push him further into her body.

Hermione wasn't sure what to do, one part of her wanted to drag him up her body and have him inside of her and the other wanted to feel everything he was doing, for as long as he would do it. Hermione was lost in the sensations he was creating; she had had no idea that anything could feel quite like this. It felt as though the inside of her body was trying to be on the outside and that she couldn't get Harry's skin, his tongue, his fingers, him, close enough. She tried to pull him closer to her, not really aware that she may suffocate him, just wanted the release that was building up in the base of her spine, in her legs and up through her abdomen.

Harry took her hints and twisted his fingers inside of her, marvelling at the juices that came out as his tongue flicked down to his fingers and back up to the nub that made her scream and tug at his hair. He slid his tongue around the little ball of flesh as he began to move his fingers out of her, then back in spreading them; widening the entry, making her scream just a little lower - more like a moan. Each time she made a sound Harry hardened further, brushing against the robe, he wanted to be inside of her to feel all of this properly. He had read somewhere that it was easier though if the woman was relaxed, so he planned to make her as relaxed as possible. Maybe he could make her as relaxed as he had been when she had finished with him.

All of his actions sped up; Harry tried different angles, moving his fingers within her applying more pressure when she bucked up against him. He never stopped suckling on her clit though, always pulling it in and out of his mouth, and tormenting the flesh with his tongue. He wanted this to be great and the way she was pulling at his hair and the sounds she was making were telling him that he was achieving his goal.

Hermione knew she was close, her whole body felt tight and unnatural, she needed release, she wanted her body to have that relaxed feeling she knew was coming. All her energy, passion, and pleasure seemed to have entered her muscles and Harry was making her feel tighter and tenser than ever before. She vaguely felt her legs closing around his head, trying to keep him there, ensure he made her come. She wished he knew just what he was making her feel.

Harry was mildly surprised to find that she was tightening around his fingers and yet it was getting easier to slide into her body. He also noted absentmindedly that she tasted sweeter. He was concentrated on making her feel what he had felt, making her body loose and relaxed. He didn't want to her to lose the pleasure he was bringing her, so he felt as though he was moving faster than humanly possible. Even as he felt that he couldn't keep this up for much longer he could sense that she was close, he just wasn't sure how he knew. He felt like he had more energy each and every time she pushed herself down onto his face.

Hermione felt her body tighten almost to pain and then suddenly release, all of her energy flowing out of her body. She knew she was screaming; could faintly hear it through the din of blood rushing through her ears. She could also feel Harry still moving his tongue against her and she was glad, it felt so good she didn't want this to stop, the sensations making her whole body convulse. She felt as though she could feel everything, Harry's fingers, his tongue, his gentle breath against her skin, his teeth scraping against her and his hand cupping her breast and yet the rest of the world felt like a distant and confusing place. Right here, right now with these sensations and Harry everything felt good, everything felt very good.

Harry sighed against her, loving the taste of her, and the way she tightened around him, against him. She gave herself completely over to the sensations moving through her body and he felt so pleased to have created these feelings in her.

Hermione felt vaguely as though the pleasure coursing through her body would never stop and she was beginning to think that someone could easily die from this when she felt Harry move away from her body.

While she was still riding out the waves of pleasure hitting her body Harry lifted his and slid into her, he knew it would hurt he just wanted it to hurt as little as possible. The pain and pleasure merged and as Harry lay still above her he felt her body reacting to both. He stayed exactly where he was ignoring the overwhelming urge to move, to sink further down into her body, by reminding himself that it would hurt her. Finally her body calmed down and she looked up at him, her eyes were slightly glassy but she smiled none the less. With a push to his back he let himself get closer to her body and captured her lips again while he pulled out of her. Hermione surprised him, moving slightly and when he plunged back in, with all the finesse of a dragon in high heels doing ballet, he let out a low moan, he seemed deeper than before. His attempts to ignore the way her body gave beneath him before were lost as he felt her now, tight around him and wet allowing his body to move within hers so fully. He pulled on every trick he had ever used to calm down so that he didn't make this terrible for her. Snape in a bikini, Snape in a bikini. Even that image couldn't kill the feelings she was invoking within him and he felt himself moving as though it were vaguely someone else's body. He felt everything though; the way her body moved beneath him, cradling his hips and pushing up against him, the feel of her legs wrapped tightly around his hips. As he continued to move he noticed other things; she kept pushing up slightly to the left so he moved his downward movement and was rewarded with a low moan that turned into a scream when he rolled his hips. His movements responded to her now without thinking, he wasn't sure when anything had ever felt this natural - even flying seemed clumsy compared to being with her, being inside of her.

He felt her getting tighter and he knew that this wouldn't last much longer, but he felt that she was close too and that maybe he'd be able to make her feel as good as he did. He kept moving within her, pushing trying to still get deeper and yet struggling to hold in his orgasm trying to make her come first. Suddenly her body stiffened and she bucked up against him her body tightening, he felt his control lost and let go with her allowing his body release within hers.

Harry wasn't sure how much time had passed but he found his body laying completely on Hermione's when he came back down to Earth. He tried to lift himself up but, between her arms wrapped around his body and his complete lack of strength, he gave up and lay there. Loving how she felt, her body still wrapped around his. He lay there as her breathing calmed down as he felt his own slow to somewhere near normal. He pulled his head away from hers and looked down at her, her eyes opened slowly and he was rewarded with the prettiest smile he had ever seen when she had them open. He lent down and kissed her nose. She responded by pulling his head down and kissing him hard. When he pulled away he pulled away completely, pulling out of her body and moved next to her. She glared at him for a moment before shuffling over and stretching out against his side. He smiled and wrapped his arms around her.

Harry felt her shiver. "Accio robe." Harry's robe flew over to them and landed on them.

Hermione was about to pull it down off her head when Harry grabbed her hand and kissed her. She smiled beneath the robe, it smelt like Harry and air and sweat she was finally kissing him, yes they had just had sex but still this was new. Hermione decided she really liked Harry's lips, especially the bottom one. She pulled away and pulled the robe off her head and snuggled further down into Harry's chest. She didn't even care that they were on the Quidditch pitch; they were hidden and Harry was comfortable.

Harry pulled Hermione closer to him and wrapped his arms around her body. She rested her head on his chest and took a few deep breaths. He felt the air passing over his chest as she did so and he smiled at the sensations. Harry hadn't expected this, regardless of what he'd been thinking whenever he'd looked at Hermione today. He felt glad though; it felt natural almost, as though they had been waiting a long time to do this. He supposed they had in a way, he'd been dancing around his feelings for a long time now. Whatever reason lay behind it though he felt happy that it had happened and that she was in his arms.

"I didn't really expect that to happen." Hermione said with a smile.

Harry was worried; "Do you regret it?" What if she did, what if he had pressured her into it since he was so affected by her today?

"No," she moved her head and dropped a kiss on his smooth chest before wriggling to get comfortable again. "I just didn't really expect it. I know how could I not given what I did today, I never really thought you'd want me. But really that was just to shock you into doing something."

"I did." Harry said with a grin.

"Yes you did."

"Hermione?"

"Yes?"

"I love you. I have for quite some time, first I was afraid because of Voldemort and then I was just afraid. I've lost everyone I have loved and I have gotten through it but I couldn't if I lost you. I don't want you to ever think I don't want you, you have no idea how hard it was to not fly over to you during the game and whisk you off. I don't want you to think I don't love you more than anything, because I do."

Hermione pulled herself up completely and kissed Harry, sliding her tongue along his lip and moving against him until she couldn't breathe. She knew Harry had never been especially comfortable with emotion, growing up with the Dursleys had done that to him. To admit what he just had would've taken more courage than facing Voldemort all the times he had put together. When she pulled back she looked into his eyes,
"I love you too, and I will do everything I can to never get lost. I promise."

Harry moved down and captured her lips for a brief, gentle kiss before settling back amongst their robes.
"I'll hold you to that."

"You won't have to."

With a smile Harry closed his eyes pulling her more tightly against him, listening to her breathe.