Chapter 17 - Hermione's Gift
Harry thought about the deepness of Hermione's statement - "Not even… me?". It might've been the fact that he still was upset with her that she read his diary, or the fact that they were alone in the secret common together with her forehead pressed firmly against his, which was something they did on a regular basis when they were a couple; something that he hadn't done with her in a long time. He couldn't help but stare and found himself getting lost in Hermione's deep brown eyes.
"What do you mean, 'not even me'?" gulped Harry, feeling a stirring in his stomach that was so familiar to him.
"Harry…" whispered Hermione, her eyes locked with Harry's. She still had a few tears in her eyes and she put her lips just inches away from his. Her breathing began to get slightly deep and heavy, making Harry feel a shiver go down his spine as he felt her warm breath on his face. "What… were we supposed to do on my birthday Harry…?"
"Get ice cream and cake?" he whispered back stupidly, inching his face a bit closer to her, now making their noses touch. His breath began to get heavy too.
"Try again Potter," she whispered back in her heavy breathing, "then you might… get a reward…" Harry swallowed hard. He had a real answer in his head, but he was too embarrassed to say it. Hermione knew what he was thinking; his eyes never lied to her. She too gulped before speaking in a soft whisper. "Just say it Harry. I want to hear you say it. What were we supposed to do on my birthday?"
By now, Harry felt himself get really hot on the inside. He just decided to just say it. The look in Hermione's eyes told him that the answer in his head was right.
"What were we supposed to do on my birthday?" she repeated in a whisper, but it had a bit more commanding tone in it.
"M… make… l… love?" whispered Harry, almost choking on his words. At that instant, he felt a rush of energy flow in his body. Something inside of him somehow told him, 'she's ready…'
"Uh huh…" nodded Hermione as she closed her eyes and moved her lips closer… and closer… until their lips met.
At first the kiss was soft and sweet, just brushing against one another. Harry waited for a reaction from Hermione, for her to take it a bit further or rather wanting her to take it a bit further. But, he figured out after just brushing their lips against one another that he was the one to make the first move. Hermione had somehow told him that, even though she didn't say a word. Their feelings and connections for each other were beginning to come back as the kiss continued to go.
Harry pushed his lips harder against Hermione's, making her moan through the kiss. That made Harry's insides squirm as he withdrew slightly, paused for a split second, and came back again with an open-mouthed kiss. Hermione knew what he was getting to and she responded with an open-mouth kiss as well. Once again for the first time in a long time, their signature kiss was being initiated.
There was something very unique and special about this signature kiss though. Sure, it was a very passionate way of kissing and it never got very aggressive; the gentleness and sweetness was there just the same. This particular time just felt… different.
For one thing, the open-mouthed kisses lasted for a very long time, far longer than any other time they had done it. For another, the kiss was symbolic, as if it was a gateway or a foreshadowing of things to come.
Hermione was the one to feel it first as she absentmindedly removed Harry's glasses and tossed it aside on the coffee table without breaking the kiss. Harry didn't even seem to notice or care that she removed his glasses; not even glancing to see if it had broken. Still kissing like passionate lovers, Harry snaked his arms around Hermione's slim waist and began to back her up slowly until she slammed into the door of her room. Even that didn't phase her and Harry from the kiss. He fumbled with his hands to find the doorknob, turned it, flung the door open, and continued to back her slowly into the room; the both of them still engaged in the kiss.
Though neither of them said it, they both knew very well what was going to happen: they were about to make love. Hermione took the initiative and slid her hands from Harry's chest up to his shoulders, sliding his robe off. As it fell to the floor, she undid the buttons of his shirt one by one to expose his chest before placing her soft hands there to feel his firm chest muscles.
It was Harry's turn to work as he too removed Hermione's robe and unbuttoned her shirt, exposing her white lace bra. Since Hermione didn't take his shirt off, he took of Hermione's and tossed it behind him as if telling her to take his off too. Hermione got the idea and slid off his shirt as well, feeling his firm biceps in the process. For the first time, since they started, Harry broke the kiss, took a deep breath of oxygen, and looked down at Hermione.
Even though they were going out for a long time before, this was the closest to naked Harry had ever seen her. She looked up at him, her cheeks a bit wet from tears, stood on her tiptoes and planted a soft and succulent kiss near his lips.
"What?" she asked, as she felt herself getting hotter by the minute.
"Are… you sure?" asked Harry, feeling a lot hotter than Hermione could ever be.
"Uh huh," she nodded, pressing her chest against him. Harry gulped, before Hermione had captured his lips again.
Harry's hands were moving absentmindedly on Hermione's lower back, allowing his fingers to slide into the top of her skirt. He backed her slowly to her bed, held one arm around her waist and his hand from the other arm behind her neck for support as he gently lay Hermione down on her bed with her head on a pillow and lay on top of her, instantly covering her in a mating possessiveness. Immediately, Harry became aroused and Hermione sighed through the kiss he was giving her as she felt him press it against her.
Harry's kiss moved from her lips and to her neck, planting deep and succulent kisses there. Hermione gasped and ran both hands through his hair as he kissed, gently nibbled, and softly sucked on her neck. From her neck, he kissed his way down her body, past her collar bone and paused, planting a few kisses on the sensitive skin right above her lace bra before continuing between her chest, down to her stomach, and ending right by her navel, gently swirling his tongue around it.
Hermione had never felt this sort of sensation in her life. She moaned with pleasure and her body kept buckling. Harry had to literally hold her body to the bed as he continued to pleasure her. Though he had not really received anything from her, he was turned on to the max by the sounds he was hearing from her. While kissing the sensitive skin on her stomach, he caressed and played with her thigh muscles through her skirt, which looked so mangled with, that Hermione saw no need for it to still be there.
"Take…it off…all…of it…" she gasped between breaths. "And… take yours… off too…" Harry obliged to both commands and slid her skirt off in one smooth motion, exposing her in white lace panties and removing them too, before unbuckling his belt and exposing himself completely. Though Harry was completely nude and Hermione only wearing her bra, he never felt so comfortable with anyone. And by the look of passion on Hermione's face, she was comfortable too. After tossing the skirt and panties to the side, Harry made his way back up Hermione's body as she unclasped her front-clasping bra making the cups part, exposing her nicely and well-developed breasts. Harry didn't even seem to notice her chest was bare as he kissed between her breasts and moved his mouth straight to her lips in a passionate and loving kiss as he once again covered her in a mating possessiveness.
After a few moments of a signature kiss, Harry pressed his forehead to Hermione's. The both of them were breathing heavily for air.
"Harry…" Hermione whispered out of breath. "I'm cold…"
Harry was so out of breath that he couldn't even answer. He nodded, reached above Hermione's pillow, and grabbed a blanket. Because of the position where Harry was on top of Hermione and because they remained in that position, it was difficult for Harry to unfold it and cover the both of them with it. Nonetheless, Harry did get it (though very sloppily) done. After taking a few more breaths for energy, Harry gave Hermione a quick kiss and looked deep into her eyes.
"You sure…?" he managed to say in a whisper, to get final confirmation with Hermione. Her eyes began to tear a little right when she nodded slowly.
Harry took a deep breath and closed his eyes before taking his erection in hand and guided it toward her opening. He slid the head in a little before he let go and propped his elbows on each side of Hermione's ribs. Knowing the pain that was coming for her, he let one hand softly creep on her nape and pulled her into another passionate kiss. After locking his tongue with hers, Harry slid in gently.
As slow and carefully as he slid in, Hermione still felt a sharp pain. She grunted in sort of a displeasure as she flung her arms around Harry's neck and kissed him harder, almost bruising their lips, and trying to do anything to take the pain away that she was feeling. Harry felt a tear drop from her eye and he knew automatically what she was trying to do. He continued to enter her as he tried to kiss her back in a way so that her mind would come off the pain she was going through.
After all, this was her first time. And this was Harry's as well. There was a feeling in his stomach that felt so bright knowing that her first time was with him and his first time with her. There was not one other woman in his life (not that he had many to choose from) that he could have imagined having sex with. This was because Hermione was it; the perfect person to give himself to.
When Harry had entered all the way into Hermione, he moved his head back from the kiss just enough so that he could see all of her face. She looked flushed under her rosy cheeks that were still wet with her tears, but nonetheless, she was smiling. Not the wide grin that Harry loved especially, but a cute no toothed smile.
"You ok…?" he whispered to her, looks of concern for her state of being on his face. Hermione did nothing but nod weakly.
"Uh huh," she said back in a whisper, "go slow…"
Harry nodded and bend down to the side of her face to plant kisses there and worked his way down to her neck. Hermione gasped at the feeling of his lips on her neck with him inside of her. Harry kissed his way back to her lips and once again initiated the signature kiss. After resting his forehead once again on hers, their eyes locking, Harry began to move slowly against her.
Hermione moaned softly as he started his slow thrusts. She was afraid at first from the feeling of pain that was coming and she was right… in a way. There was a pain that she felt when Harry first penetrated her, but once he had a slow rhythm going, the pain slowly went away and was replaced with something that she had wanted to feel from him for so long: pleasure. She herself didn't know what it was, but the fact that it was Harry who was making love to her probably contributed to the pain going away a lot quicker than it should have. The mere thought of Harry actually making love to her was also surreal. After years of waiting, months of misunderstanding, she was finally getting it. Though his thrusts were slow and delicate, it was enough to make Hermione feel more turned on than anytime in her life.
Harry closed his eyes and continued moving against her, his forehead still pressed firmly on hers, concentrating immensely on keeping his steady thrusts. His thoughts soon became clouded. When Harry had imagined making love to Hermione long ago, it was much different from the way he thought it was going to be. Having the state of mind of any sex-crazed male, he thought that it would feel best if was going to be wild and crazy sex: Harry thrusting madly into her with no remorse; an erotic whimper coming from Hermione every time he thrust back in again.
What he was doing with her now was the complete opposite.
It was slow and controlled, yet it was greatest sensation that he had ever felt in his life. His main concern, however, was Hermione. He didn't want her to feel pain and to hate her first time, especially if it was with him. Harry drew his head back slowly and opened his eyes to get a better view of her face.
Deemed beautiful everyday of his life, it looked even more beautiful in the special bond that he and she were in. Her head was back with her hair spread wildly over her pillow, her eyes were closed, and her mouth was agape. From the heavy sounds of breathing he was hearing from her, he could tell that she was enjoying it too, just as much as he was.
Harry's breathing got heavier as he studied Hermione's expressions underneath him. It was very tempting for him to lose control now - seeing her with her head back, her eyes closed, her mouth open, and her hair wild was enough to make him thrust faster. Add the fact that she was breathing heavily and clearly enjoying his love-making, and it was certain he would lose control. However, even during those circumstances, Harry maintained his composure.
He was impressed with himself that he didn't go ballistic and start speeding up. His mind and body wanted nothing more than to thrust into her roughly, over and over, but his heart - being the greatest thing that he had - had somehow taken complete control of everything. It stopped him from going out of control, stopped him from going to fast, and helped him to make love. It dawned on Harry that they were having sex like "real people", not like porn stars. He wouldn't have it any other way right now.
Hermione soon found Harry's unique rhythm and their bodies fit perfectly together as they each matched each others movements. If Harry was unsure if Hermione was enjoying it, this told him that she did when she began to move her hips with his thrusts. She instinctively snaked her hands around his waist and caressed his lower back, moving them up until they were planted on the back of his firm shoulders. Harry couldn't help but lean in again and capture her lips with his into another kiss. This time, Hermione kissed him with a little more aggression than before, but still with the passion and love their kisses always had. This of course, persuaded Harry to do other things, but he still kept himself in control.
"Mmm…" moaned Hermione through the kiss, "go… faster…"
This was all Harry needed to hear. As much as he wanted to "go faster" - which in his dazed mind meant going about as fast as a piston would in a car would - he did.
Though he didn't speed up as fast as a piston would, he did speed up a bit; about as fast as his heart would allow him. Hermione groaned and moaned under him as he went into his new speed. She pulled him close to her body tightly and inhaled his scent in reaction, pressing her breast against his lower chest.
"Oh Harry…" she sighed, as her body was starting to get accustomed to his new thrusts. Harry reacted to her words by kissing the side of her neck. "Oh yeah…Harry…"
Harry gulped at her choice of words. Just hearing them escape her mouth as they made love was sending shivers down his spine. And it was driving him nuts! Still, he managed to maintain his speed. Hermione took the initiative to lower Harry's head back down to her into a kiss. For the first time since their love-making began, this was their first really aggressive kiss. Harry's eyes crossed in ecstasy as Hermione went even as far as to suck greedily on his tongue. Harry groaned as Hermione continued and his eyes crossed even more when she bit his lip before releasing the kiss.
"Oh Hermione…" moaned Harry as he stopped his thrusts to let his head drop to the side of hers and bury his face into the mattress to catch his breath a bit. It was no surprise that Harry didn't speed up; Hermione had made him wither under her influence. Not more than a second later, Harry felt something wet and moist on the tip of his ear. He gulped as he knew what it was: Hermione's mouth. She licked and nibbled his ear, making Harry squirm in the latter. He reacted by going back to kiss her again.
After the kiss had broken, Harry went back to his rhythmic thrusts. Hermione reacted by moaning softly, closing her eyes, tilting her back again, and biting her lip. That was definitely it and Harry could take it no longer.
Forgetting completely about everything, he immediately started to thrust a bit faster than usual, waiting to see how Hermione would react. All she did was bit her lip harder and arch her back, making him go deeper into her. This gave Harry the notion that she didn't mind at all so he moved subtly faster. Hermione had nestled back into the mattress as Harry continued his thrusts and with her eyes still closed, she muttered under her breath.
Unable to make out what she was saying, he leaned a bit toward her, moving a little faster in the process. Hermione then could be heard.
"Oh yeah…Harry," she moaned, almost in a whisper. "Oh… that's it." Harry's mind raced through thoughts as he heard her. It was a terrible feeling really; half of him wanting to stay controlled, and the other half of him was losing control.
"Oh God…oh Harry," she moaned again, a little louder than the first time she spoke. "Ah yeah…faster Harry…"
He did what she asked him and began to thrust like mad - not as fast as a piston - fast enough to get erotic, but slow enough to remain true to what he believe in.
"Yes Harry!" she said, the loudest she had spoken since they started. "Oh yeah…just like that!"
Harry couldn't believe the words that were coming out of mouth. Add that to the way she was squirming under him and how he thrust into her, and a climax was inevitable.
"Mmm… yes! Yes! YES!" she screamed getting louder and louder with each shout. "Oh God Harry!"
"Oh Hermione!" groaned Harry, feeling his insides tightening up.
"Yeah Harry that's it," she said. "Keep going Harry… it feels so good…"
"Ahhh, Hermione…" moaned Harry, as he thrust into her over and over again.
"Oh God Harry…!" she moaned so loudly this time that he was sure someone would hear, but he didn't care. "Ugh…ah yeah… oh Harry…OH HARRY..!"
He knew what was coming…she was. And in any minute, he would too.
"Oh God Harry! Yeah, YEAH, OH GOD… Harry…I'm coming…" she said. It sounded like she didn't want to say it. Like she didn't want it to happen…yet. To a sex-crazed man with a reputation to uphold, hearing her say she was going to come was music to his ears. To a romantic and passionate lover like Harry, it was distressing, because their love making would be over soon.
Hermione's hands went crazy as she came closer and closer to climax. She went from caressing Harry's body, to caressing hers, then back to caressing Harry's.
"Ugh…HAARRRY!" she screamed in ecstasy, "I'm…COMING…!" Harry felt a sensation of her muscles clamp around him, making it a bit harder to him to slide, but feel a lot more pleasurable. She wrapped her legs around him, arched her back, making him go deeper into her, and screamed a scream that Harry had never heard before. It was pitching, it was erotic, and it was beautiful. She had reached orgasm.
It was inevitable that Harry was soon to follow. There were many things that was leading him toward it: Hermione squirming under him, the way she bit her lip in pure ecstasy, how she moved perfectly with his thrusts, and the fact that she had just climaxed because of him. If there were more reasons, he didn't care, because he was coming too.
"Ugh…I'm coming too Hermione…" he groaned under his breath.
"Oh Harry," she stated, in a half lustful, half loving sort of way. "Yeah Harry…I'm waiting for you…"
He continued his rhythmic thrusts as he felt himself get closer…and closer…
"Ugh…I'm coming Hermione…!" he grunted as he snapped his eyes shut and bit his lip in concentration. His final stroke came in one full and hard thrust, releasing himself in her. He continued his movements into her, releasing a little more of him every time with each thrust. Hermione could feel every bit of him shoot into her and pulled him down into a kiss, knowing that a new life was just beginning for the both of them.
"Mmm… mmm…" moaned Hermione through the kiss, gently probing her tongue with his.
Harry gave her a few more open-mouthed kisses before pressing his forehead to hers again and collapsing on top of her, once again their eyes locked and their breathing still a bit heavier than normal.
"I love you Hermione…" whispered Harry, his lips just brushing against hers.
"I love you too Harry…" she whispered back, and pulled him right into another signature kiss.