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Over the Edge

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Over the Edge

Chapter Ten- Simple Attractions

The kiss had only lasted a second before Hermione almost threw herself off the table and onto her feet. That she was doing was wrong, at least, that's what she tried to tell herself. Harry sat up as she backed away, closer the wall.

" Oh god" she gasped, " oh my god! I can't believe I just did that, fuck!" Hermione carried on as thought Harry couldn't hear her, which she believed was true as an effect of the potion. " Fuck! What the hell is wrong with you Granger? He doesn't know what you're doing!".

Harry sat up, " yes I do".

She stopped, gaping, and gripping at her scalp. " What?".

He stood up and began walking towards her, shrugged, " I guess the potion didn't kick in or something".

It only sent her into panic again, " oh no! It's not working! No we'll never know what's wrong! You'll keep killing and then end up in Azkaban" he kept walking, " and".

Harry pressed his lips against hers, backing her entirely to the stone. Hermione held out her hands, being caught off guard. The tip of his tongue glided along her lips. Hermione returned the kiss, hungrily, letting their tongues duel with the other. She clutched at the back of his cloak, Harry grabbed the side of her nightgown. Hermione brushed her right hand against his cheek.

They separated, only for a second to regain oxygen. Gazing at each other, they didn't say a word before she captured his mouth again in another deep kiss.

With her back to the wall, Hermione grinded his body into his, feeling arousal. She slid her hands under his shirt, massaging his torso. Earlier, she was right about how he was physically built. It's amazing what six years of non-stop Quidditch could do to a seventeen-year-old body.

Harry let out a moan into her mouth, pressing his tongue deeper into her mouth. Hermione worked at the ties on his robes while still feuding, she slid the cloth off his arms as it fell to the floor. Slipping away, he brought both hands to her shoulders, freeing her of the long sweater over the nightgown.

Hermione pulled him closer from the hem of his shirt. For the longest moment, they stayed in each others gaze, with no words, no movements, just looking. Not for anything specific, maybe wanting to know what the other was thinking, or feeling.

In a swift, yet slow, motion Hermione pulled his shirt over his head, randomly dropping it on the floor. With one hand still near her arm, Harry slid the satin upwards on her thigh. She jumped, her body being pressed between Harry and the brick, her legs wrapped around his waist.

He had his arms around her. " You're not wearing any underwear, is that part of you're plan?" he whispered in her ear.

Hermione was too lost in the feeling of where his hands were to concentrate, " just an advantage" she grinned. Reaching her hands between her legs, Hermione quickly unfastened his pants, pulling the zipper down.

She leaned forwards, sliding her hands down her side, placing her lips on the flesh of his neck. He groaned deep in his throat.

" Harry" it was a silent plead he could not ignore.

Holding her hips, he slowly entered her. Hermione whimpered against his skin, tickling his nerves. It was two sensations neither could describe.

Hermione leaned back where she was facing him. " Hermione" he spoke between thrust and coarse breathing, " please, tell, me, that, this, isn't, out, of, pity".

She ran a hand through his untidy hair, " this isn't out of pity".

Hermione pushed herself onto him so he'd go deeper. She tightened her clutch on his waist, running her hands down his back, feeling every strain on each muscle. Harry tenderly kissed her forehead as Hermione twirled her fingers in the hair on the nape of his neck, grinding her back against the rough wall.

After a final deep breath, Harry placed his lips smoothly on hers. The cries from her release were muffled, only vibrating across his mouth. The balance in his knees went, both gently gliding to the floor. He was still in her arm, breathing hard in recovery.

Near the waist of his back, Hermione saw the blood on his skin, dried. It most likely wasn't his, but it would be at great risk if anyone else saw it.

" Harry, you've got blood all down your back" she warned, their breathing now at a normal rhythm, " you should go wash it off, just to be safe. I'll stay here and see where the potion went wrong".

After he left, she noticed it was really a suggestion to be alone, so he wouldn't see how scared she was. At the same time, she had sex with her best friend, a murderer. And yet, she never felt so safe.

Usually, Harry found the dozens of faucets in the prefects bathroom to be entertaining, but a lot has changed. He simply filled the large tub with water and soap. Not even bothering his clothes, Harry just slid into the water, floating on his back, trying to pretend that the world had come to an end and there was nothing left to worry about. Unfortunately he wasn't that lucky. Removing his cloak to his bare back, Harry tried to reach around to wash away the blood. A sudden touch made him jump.

Ginny had dipped into the water without him noticing, a damp wash cloth in her hand and a smirk on her face. " What are you doing here?" he asked, the impression that he and Hermione were the only students left behind was suddenly broken.

" What does it look like I'm doing?". He went down in the water a bit to hide his back as Hermione had warned. " You should be at Hogsmeade".

She shrugged, " so should you".

Harry sunk so only his head was above the surface, " I, uh, wanted to stay behind".

" With Hermione" Ginny's eyes turned cold, " is that her reason too? Some lame excuse. But I'd really like to know yours for lying, you told me that no matter what, you'd never leave me to be with another girl".

" Ginny, we broke up over six months ago, I said that when we were dating. But I meant it then".

She swam closer, " are you saying there's nothing between you and Granger?".

He didn't answer right away, instead stared at her. Watching every flicker in her eye and every twitch of her lips. " No, I'm not saying that".

" Come Harry" she leapt forward in the water, encircling her arms around his waist, " what's six months?".

Harry tried to push her off, " a long time" but she wouldn't budge, " come on Ginny, get off".

Her smirk grew, " no" she grabbed him tighter, " maybe I don't want to let go this time".

He was having a hard time breathing, which was made no better when Ginny pressed her lips against his. Maybe just one kiss, one little kiss wouldn't hurt, anything to get Ginny to let go.

The door closed, breaking the two apart. They both looked to see who it was, it could only be one person who walked in on them.

Hermione.

Authors Note- This is my first attempt at this, so please go easy on me. There's only two chapters left after this one.