With Closed Eyes

Title: With Closed Eyes
Author name: Feron Sanchez
Author email: neknekmo18@aol.com
Category: Romance
Rating: NC-17
Summary: . "Let me see you, please?" His breathing was erratic and his heart was pounding against his chest. She smelled of sweet peaches and tasted like berries. Her slightest movement caused his senses to accelerate and his body to respond intimately.

DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author notes: Thank you to my beta MDiezel for her neverending patience. Watch out for her fics, she's an amazing writer. I love Stripper!Harry!

One-Shot.

"No! Don’t move," a mysterious feminine voice whispered. Her soft hands were pinning his arms above his head.

"What?" The sleepy voice of the pinned man asked.

"Just close your eyes and relax. Let me do this for you. You need this," she replied.

Impulsively, he reached for her hands. Her hot breath tickled the side of his neck. His phantom lover came back again. As he lay there, thinking of several ways to ravish her, he hoped that this encounter would continue on forever. He wished for her return every night after their first night. He never opened his eyes when they were together. The effort would be futile. Only their seductive touches and sounds articulated everything they wanted to convey.

"Let me see you, please?" His breathing was erratic and his heart was pounding against his chest. She smelled of sweet peaches and tasted like berries. Her slightest movement caused his senses to accelerate and his body to respond intimately.

"I can’t. It’s not the time. Someday, when everything’s just the way it supposed to be."

"That time will never come," he snorted.

He felt her hands grip him harder. This was ecstasy. This was heaven. This feeling was his Utopia. The unseen weight above him was intoxicating. Even if he could not see her beauty he knows that she is exemplary. No words can describe her. And it all started the first week of seventh year when he felt someone draw his hangings from the bed.

Flashback

It was late at night and everybody else in the room was either snoring or making gurgling noises while they slept. He tried to grab for his wand but was beaten to it. His hangings were shut tightly with a locking spell and he discovered that he couldn’t move his body. He tried to scream but was also hit with a silencing spell. He was helpless.

Of all the times he would get caught by a bad wizard he was wearing just his novelty boxers he got from Gred and Forge. Oh yes, he thought he would duel with Voldemort in just his snitch boxers. He thought he was going to get killed or taken by one of his supporters.

Devastating thoughts ran in his brain until soft lips surprisingly met his. She felt him respond to his kiss and whispered the counterspell on him. She pulled away and saw that his lips were still puckered. The seductress felt herself redden and empowered at the sight of a flustered Harry Potter.

"If you move or scream I will stun you again," the invisible force said. The surrounding air was definitely glowing and it smelled fruity.

"Who are you? What are you?" He asked breathlessly.

"Promise me first what I said earlier," she demanded.

"Don’t have a choice, do I? Fine, I promise not to move or scream," he said sarcastically. She gingerly sat on his lower stomach "…And don’t get too comfortable." The added weight on his body was straining him and not in a bad way. If she moved a little lower she’d realize what her actions did to him.

"Ooh… nice boxers," a soft delicate voice said. She moved a bit to find a better position then felt the bulge inside his boxers.

"Uhh…can you please move a bit? This is really embarrassing," he groaned.

"You’re cute when you get all nervous and embarrassed," she kidded.

"Who are you? How come I can’t see you?" He reached out to seize her when his fingertips felt something soft and silky. She giggled when he accidentally brushed her chest. He mumbled a hurried apology and just dropped his hands on his side contemplating about the mysterious figure on top. He was getting painfully aroused and she wasn’t helping by rubbing against his groin.

"It’s a secret, Harry Potter. No questions. Just you and me on the bed, half-naked, tempting, ssshhh…In order for this to work, just lay back and try to relax. You’re so stiff,"he snickered at the double entendre.

"What do I call you?" he asked the invisible being. She leisurely ran her fingernails on his lightly muscled torso--an action that made his insides melt.

"Call me your secret every night I’m with you," she answered gently. The word ‘every’ became instilled in his mind.

She trailed butterfly kisses on his face and neck. This was it. At last, her plan had worked. She was in his bed and was invisible, which made her become more confident in the task at hand. She felt dominant and inwardly leapt for joy when she saw his immediate reaction.

Even if he couldn’t see her, he knew she was feeling the same way he was. Immediate desire went through their veins at the initial contact of their skin. Bare touches and caresses left electric shocks inside their bodies. Their minds clouded with lust as their light touches progressed to evocative clutches.

"Yes…," he hissed.

Wet kisses and gentle nips on his neck were more than he could handle. Chaste kisses on his lips were still safe but when she moved to his chest and licked his nipples he could no longer maintain his resistant efforts. He flipped themselves over so he was on top and she was pinned underneath him. He felt his way to her lips and captured her mouth intensely. She deepened the kiss and wrapped her arms around him. He honestly didn’t know what to do in a situation like this so he just followed his instincts. He didn’t know how to respond to an invisible woman. He was a capable seventeen-year old boy and to be oblivious in certain areas wasn’t acceptable. He didn’t even know if this was the right thing to do but it felt so right.

Harry wasn’t sure on who this was but she was making him forget everything. His troubles and worries were gone the instant she kissed him. His entire focus at the moment was centered on this mysterious being. He didn’t care if she was dangerous and vague. This was different. He felt whole and loved at the same time—feelings he didn’t usually experience.

If a casual observer saw him they would think the boy was losing his marbles. He was floating and looked like he was kissing air. His tongue was making these lurid motions. If only he could see her then everything would be much easier instead of groping haphazardly. He felt he was violating her but her response assured him of the opposite. His secret was welcoming him into her arms. Of course, she wouldn’t deny this since she was the one who seduced him in the first place.

He felt through her obscured silk slip and pulled her to him tightly. She felt his erection next to her thigh. His hands were everywhere. They went from her legs to her sides to her stomach then to her breasts. She moaned in satisfaction, pushing against his hand. Her nipples were hard in his fingers. He couldn’t get enough and pinched them lightly. She sighed against his lips and whispered his name.

"I would want to respond to that but I don’t know yours," he huskily whispered before kissing her again.

His hands were stroking every curve of her body he can convene. Gasps and groans and sweet nothings added to the silence of the night. They were hungry. They were hungry for every taste exposed between them, hungry for every bit of fulfillment that night promised to give. His hands struggled against the silk covering her body, trying to rip it away. He was getting frustrated at their current state.

She could be a goddess and he couldn’t see her. He wanted to see her breasts. The color of her nipples haunted him. He wanted to know if it was pink or light brown or brown. He wanted to see her bruised lips that he caused. He wanted to see what makes her different from the other girls he’d been with. He knew she was different, but any assurance would still do. Physical beauty wasn’t a priority for him but it would still help. He will not be a hypocrite when fronted with this topic. Being blind would be an issue but since he was almost half-blind without his glasses this would be his reward. He wanted to see the color of her slip that she will soon have to shed.

"Can I see you?" he said breathlessly.

"No," she kissed him and lightly bit his upper lip.

"Then I can I rip this off?"

"Is that your fantasy, Harry Potter? To rip the clothes off a woman?" she asked.

"It is now," he growled. He didn’t wait for her answer and tore at the offending slip. In the next moment she was completely naked. Cold air reached the tips of her breasts and she felt wetness surround it.

"Oh…."

He continued to assault her body with sizzling licks. He was sucking her nipple and he was sucking hard. This wasn’t just a passing feeling for him. Her hardened nipples were enticing him without mercy. They were firm and he resisted the urge to bite it. Her hands ran through his tousled black hair. She felt everything and anything at once. She wrapped her long legs around his waist. This was her goal. To make her forget, to make him forget. To just have passion between them even for just one night.

"You’re so luscious," he moaned.

He continued towards her navel and felt him swirl his tongue inside. He was savoring. He was memorizing her every extent. He wasn’t satisfied until he reached down. This action made her unconsciously opened her legs for him. She gasped when she felt his shivering fingers against her wet folds. He was teasing and gratifying at the same time. She felt his tongue leave a wet trail from her navel to her waiting sex.

"Harry!" she yelled.

He was sucking, rubbing, brushing, caressing, and fighting for her orgasm. His fingers were playing--playing with her clit. He knew she was agonizing in desire. This was his revenge. No one had the right to come to him in the middle of the night and demand. This was his territory. This was his domain. She has to be punished. She was writhing, he could tell because of the creases on his bed sheets. The sheets were being pulled off from under her.

"Please stop!" She pleaded. What she didn’t expect was for him to really stop.

"Too much for you?" he questioned smugly. He opened his eyes but was met with only his soft pillow with a crease on the middle. His eyes moved around a bit then eventually gave up. She was still invisible.

"You! You can’t! You can’t just stop like that!" she replied back harshly.

"You just told me to stop. So I did," he felt a hand swat his chest at his remark.

"You prat!"

"I’m guessing you’re thankful I can’t see your blush, right now. And I have great respect for women. If they ask me to stop, I do," he said.

"You guessed wrong, Quidditch Captain. I’m not blushing, and I know you’re not a gentleman, Harry Potter," she retorted but smiled.

He was trying to find his way again to her sex by feeling her from her legs to her spot. It was just a light touch but it meant enormously to her. He could sense her change in reaction when he touched her again. Goosebumps flared her body and his fingers went over them smoothly. No one was guiding his hand except his eagerness.

Then she stopped him suddenly.

He raised his restrained hand to meet his eyes when he was unexpectedly flipped over. Her hair down there tickled his abdomen, her wetness still evident. He bucked his hips against her. His hands moved around to feel her. She removed his boxers ardently and paused at the sight of him. Harry James Potter was definitely endowed. If only he could see her eager lips at the sight of him. She was almost drooling at the sight of him completely naked.

He couldn’t look at her or see what she was doing but he felt it when her mouth enveloped his erection.

"Oh shit," he groaned. She was thankful that he didn’t grab her head and pushed in. This was the first time she did this and wasn’t sure on what to do. She followed her instincts and was pleased by his reaction. Although she felt guilty about all this secrecy, this was her only chance with him. She pushed her guilty thoughts away and savored the moment. He was delicious. He smelled fresh, clean and so Harry.

Harry was insatiable. He didn’t know what to do. If he moved against her she might gag. Or worse, she might accidentally bite. If he moved her head away he’d lose this feeling of pleasure. She was sucking hard, her tongue running the tip of his head and sucking again. Her hand was caressing his nether regions. He was in nirvana. An eternal place of indulgence, she was that. He wanted to see her head bob in purpose. He couldn’t take it anymore. He reached for her invisible arms and sat her on his lap. She knew what he wanted and she was going to give it to him.

He moved under her placing his penis against her folds. She felt him and shivered. They kissed deeply when he found her lips. He lingered there for a moment then pushed in. She yelled in pain and pleasure. He grounded his hips against her. She responded eagerly by moving against him.

"Fuck. You’re so tight," he moaned.

Her pain was inevitable but short. It stayed for a while but was replaced by intense heat soon enough. She seized his lips and kissed him fiercely. She was biting his lips to shift the pain to him. His thrusts were fluid yet slow. He didn’t dare put force since he felt her barrier go when he entered her. She was a virgin and he just took it. Just like that. As easy as that. In one motion both their world changed and they were fulfilled.

It was hot. It was sweaty. It was amazing. They met each other in eager thrusts. Her hands holding on to him like he was her oxygen. His arms supporting every thrust he made. The creaking of the bed was constant and seductive. It was music to her ears to hear this since it was a sign of something sensual. Every movement had a purpose. They were nearing their peak. Her walls throbbed and she felt every nerve and vein fill her void. He was doing that to her. Harry Potter was filling her with every emotion possible. She felt like crying but her tears wouldn’t come. She cried out his name in ecstasy and engulfed him in pure wetness.

"I’m coming…Oh god…!" His hips thrust hard for the last time. She felt him shiver inside her and spilled out every last drop he could muster.

He slowly opened his eyes and was met with nothing. It would be perfect if he only can see her.

Although, he was hearing their breaths he wanted to see what he did to her in a short amount of time. She was panting and her head was tucked beside his neck. Her arms splayed on both his sides were now holding his hands. They were still connected intimately and neither one wanted out of it.

"You were amazing," she whispered.

"Glad to oblige," he replied. She giggled at his cheeky answer.

"Good to know."

"You feel so good. Can we stay like this forever?"

"We can’t. We have school in the morning and you have Quidditch practices and matches. We have classes and homework. We also have..."

"Oh. Don’t remind me please. My best friend mentions it every bloody day to us. It’s like the plague coming to get us. The NEWTS are coming!! The NEWTS are coming." She giggled nervously at his reaction.

"I have to go, Harry," she said. He nodded his head in response and slipped out of her making a slick sound as he was pulling out.

"Can I see you again?" he asked.

"Well you can’t, as you can see," she alleged, her tone playful.

"Oh yeah. Can I feel you again?" he rephrased his question. It seemed appropriate enough.

"Yes," she answered. She gently untangled herself from him and gave him a chaste kiss on the lips. She felt around for her lost garment but gave up after a few moments of failed attempts.

"Looking for your slip?"

"You can have it. I don’t need it anymore." She whispered the incantation on his hangings to unlock themselves and slipped out quietly. He saw his hangings part on one side and the added weight on his bed lift after they shut themselves again. He fell back on his bed with a huge grin on his face .

End Flashback.

"Don’t say that. Let me do this for you," she fiercely demanded. She was kissing his mouth now, her tongue dueling his in unparalleled lust. Hot, wet, sensual kisses consumed their lips. If oxygen weren’t a necessity, they wouldn’t stop at all. After several long moments of kissing, he reluctantly pulled away.

"Tell me your name," he hissed against where he thought her lips would be.

"No name," she brushed a gentle kiss on his lips. His eyes were still closed because it mattered not whether they were open or closed. He still couldn’t see her.

"Would it be fair to say that I love you?" he murmured with no hesitation. Her demeanor sagged and her hands let go of his arms. He felt her sit on him, her legs on both sides of his hips.

"You don’t even know me," she replied albeit sadly.

"Then tell me!" She shifted in her position silently thanking that she put a silencing charm on his four- poster. She wickedly thought of putting the charm on him.

"No, Harry. It’s not the time. Don’t tell me you love me. Please don’t. You can’t love a person just because of this."

"You can tell me that I don’t know anything about love and you can also tell me that I can’t love you but you can’t be unfair about this too," he retorted. He sounded like a little kid at that moment. A kid born out of love yet hasn’t experienced it until now. He wanted it and he was determined to get it.

"You’re right. I’m sorry. I started this and you might think I’m leading you on but I’m not ready for you to know me," she placed her hand on his chest for reassurance. He put his hands on top of hers taking in her motion.

"I love you. I would still love you even if you have a boyfriend or a husband. I would love you even if you have a wart at the end of your nose. I would love you even if you were in Slytherin. I would…" A finger on his lips cut him off.

"Stop. I’m not in Slytherin"

"Whoo…thank Merlin!" She chuckled at his relief.

"Hey! I thought you would love me even if I’m a Slytherin?" she said indignantly.

"But you’re not are you?" he smirked at her.

"Honestly! You’d think that whatever the great Potter says is true all the time!" she protested.

"You sound like someone I know," he said, surprised at the way her reaction gave off her identity. Several thoughts went into his mind. He didn’t know what to think. Was he right? He had a vague idea who she was but he laughed inwardly at the thought of that person doing this to him. It can’t be, right?

"Really?" she asked timidly.

"Yes," he said seriously. She sounded guilty and uneasy. She slowly moved out of his lap and made towards his side. The imprints of the sheets and blankets gave away where she was going. He was wondering for a while on who this stranger was and little clues she left confirmed his suspicions.

Peaches and Cream lotion on her dresser drawer

Honestly!

Soft long bushy hair

Her voice (make the recognition of voice the last…since it could possibly be the most obvious clue that he’s overlooked)

Her touch

Even if she played dumb, her intelligence and stubbornness would still eventually show itself

Her bit down nails

He felt stupid. How could he not know? This was her all along. He loved her or was this all for sex? He was confused. No! It can’t be just for sex. Yes! He loved her. He didn’t need to see her to love her. He didn’t need to touch her to love her. She showed two different sides and he loved both of them.

"Tell me about her," she inquired in a quiet voice.

"How much time do you have?"

"I have all night," she replied. She put her head on his chest near his heart so to hear it beating. His left arm was supporting his head and his right cradling her.

"Well, she’s been my best friend for almost seven years. You may have heard about our legendary rule breaking and adventures. We have our ups and downs sometimes but it’s part of our friendship. She’s the smartest, brave person I know. She never backs down on challenge. I think she might’ve gone out with that huge arse Bulgarian seeker our sixth year after two years of pining for her. I don’t know the details about that but the next time I see him he wouldn’t know the difference between a fish or a snitch," she laughed at his sudden outburst.

"She has these mesmerizing eyes you could drown into. It’s brown, by the way. She’s very persuasive and modest. Even until now she doesn’t conform to trends or whatever’s new. She doesn’t know how beautiful she is and hides herself in any way possible. I know a lot of the other girls think she’s a tomboy but she’s not. It’s just the way she is. That’s what I like about her. She’s not only one of you but also one of us…err minus the Johnson, of course.

"I know others may think that she’s an annoying know-it-all but then she wouldn’t be Hermione if she weren’t. I admit I’m daft and such an insufferable git at times and she puts up with it! Even if I’m still not getting it her patience for me is longer than she has with Ron. Thank Merlin for her! Basically, she’s one of a kind. She’s important to Ron and I.

"I think other boys wanted to go out with her this year but then Ron had this long tirade he would set upon them. I was the one holding their arms against their backs or have my wand out on them. Depends on who it is actually. You could almost see them wet themselves. Sometimes I admit I wonder if we never met her. If Neville didn’t lose Trevor or we didn’t save her from the troll but I rather like the outcome now." he finished.

"Hermione sounds like an amazing person coming from you," she mumbled. She shut her eyes trying to control her emotions. She sounded such an amazing person to him.

"Of course she is! I love her. I’d do anything for her," he replied, wondering why she said that.

"Glad to hear that you love your friend that much"

"Yeah, umm… I’m actually grateful to have her. As a friend that is, if that’s what she wants," he moved his hand to her hair and twirled a lock in his finger.

"Oh," she sobbed. He could feel something wet on his side where her face was turned. She was shaking a bit and he could hear her muffled cries.

"I’m not going to say your name if you don’t want me to," he murmured. He searched for her hand and held it firmly.

"Of course," she replied. She squeezed back. He heard her quiet sniff.

"I still love you. I’m not changing my mind on this. If you think for one moment I love you for being who you are in the morning and love you differently at night, you’re wrong. I love you because it’s you," he took a deep breath and continued, "Don’t be scared. Please? Come back to me?" he begged.

He reached with both arms and hugged her tightly then shut his eyes. She was still shaking with silent sobs. He held on to her until she was calm. He whispered sweet things in her ear reassuring her that everything would be fine. That nothing would change if she wanted to. That he would accept any decision she would make. He opened his eyes and was shocked to see the very person he loved before him.

"Hermione?" he whispered. She looked at his deep emerald eyes and smiled shyly. She was naked and glowing. Her bronze skin was contrast to the moonlight that was seeping through a crack on his hangings.

He blushed at the sight of her. He reached for a stray hair on her face and carefully pushed it aside.

"I can’t believe I’m doing this," she said after a long while of silence. She didn’t cover herself up but rested comfortably in his arms. This was the time to come clean and so she did. He felt so suddenly exposed to his best friend and shook his head at the thought. He was sure that she felt the same way.

"It was a disillusionment charm then?" She nodded.

"I can see you. I can touch you and see you at the same time," he said still shocked but tightened his arms around her.

"Harry, I love you too," she replied.

"You don’t know how long I waited for this! How I had to put a face on your body every time you come to me," he exclaimed.

"I know! I’m sorry. I wasn’t sure if you would like me for me. I had to come up with something for you to notice me! You imagined that it was me all that time?" She asked shocked at his words.

"Umm.. yes I actually did. Does that make me a sick person? You didn’t have to make me notice you. I’ve loved you from the start. I just didn’t know it was, well it for me," he reassured her.

"It was supposed to be a one time thing but it was addictive. You were addictive. I couldn’t bear not touching you again that way. And no, you’re not sick just a lovelorn prick," she laughed.

"My mornings were tearing me apart because of you. I can’t help but think of you and ponder who you are really. I was looking forward for the days to end just to let me have you again. Come to think of it, I became an obsessed maniac because of you! I looked at every girl in school just to seek for the similarities between the woman at night on my bed and the student in the morning."

"You missed one."

"I know. You weren’t actually Miss Seducer in the morning. You’d kill me or hex me into oblivion if you knew what I was thinking every time that invisible girl was with me. I just didn’t think it was really possible. I’m sorry for not realizing soon that I was in love with you. They don’t call me daft Potter for nothing," he kidded.

"Oh yeah fame isn’t everything. I know you’re daft," she smirked.

"Just don’t say anything anymore. I’m not going to push you away. You have your own mind and you can make your own decisions. I’m just here for the ride of my life," he whispered. He tightened his arms around her.

"So what do we tell Ron and the others tomorrow?" she asked.

"Nothing. Just let them see for themselves," he joked.

"Harry! You’re kinky side is showing again!" she laughed at him.

"Only for the naked, ex-invisible, smart, bookworm, Muggle-born, screamer!" he countered. He tickled her sides and laughs echoed through the night.

They looked each other in their eyes and perfectly understood each other. They made love that night staring into each other’s eyes. It was slow, sensual, and fulfilling. The missing gap was filled with sense of contentment. They weren’t thinking of anybody or anything else at that moment except for themselves. You could hear the audible click of the missing puzzle when they found each other that night.

"I love the color of your nipples," he murmured.