Nursie Note take two- 12/22/04 This is now edited!!! SQUEEEE! Thanks Supes... I luv ya. In an effort to not lose any of your wonderful reviews, I am going to post this along with chapter 13. Part 14 is currently in the works so hopefully there will be more updates soon. Thanks once again for the kind reviews! At least this way you can see what a true life saver my buddy Supes is with the editing. I couldn't tell you what a prepositional phrase is to save my life... and I was Honors English and Spanish Junior & Senior year of HS. That's been... *shudders* I don't wanna think about how long that's been. Us nursies don't write our notes in sentences anyhow... have you ever read a doctor's handwriting??? *lol* Merry Christmas everyone!
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Part 12: Comfort-
"Harry?" she whispered, a bit unsure.
"I need you to do something for me," Harry said, looking intently into her eyes.
"What would that be?" She smiled.
"Make me forget what's going on outside this room... if only for tonight."
He blinked and looked away as if almost ashamed at what he was asking but Hermione's hand was still on his cheek. She pulled his face even with hers and smiled as she leaned up to kiss him softly on his mouth.
"Harry... I... love you," she finally said, feeling her body gently being pushed downward onto the bed behind her.
Harry's whole body stiffened for a moment as Hermione's words echoed back and forth against his skull, the meaning of such a statement becoming evident to him.
Who was she to say such things to him? Was he even worthy of such a sediment? There was that voice again that seemed to always appear whenever Hermione crossed his mind, making him seriously question his own sanity once more. He didn't move, afraid he would startle Hermione with yet another bout of his own schizophrenia. He was Harry Potter after all. His entire life had gone by so far without the emotional meaning of the word being shown towards him and only recently had he realized what the physical meaning of such a word meant.
~She couldn't possibly mean it.~ He answered that cynical voice. ~She's only saying what she thinks should be said when one is in this sort of situation.~ He reasoned. ~Even so...~ He thought briefly, inhaling once more the smell of her hair and something else that seemed to fill the air suddenly. He'd noticed it before, although it wasn't all that familiar to him, he had smelled it before. It was truly a scent he associated with Hermione and only her. He could feel her heart beat against his own chest as he nuzzled her neck. He had thought he was aroused before until he inhaled the distinct scent of Hermione's own arousal. He clenched his teeth and closed his eyes tightly recalling the way his fingers had touched her that night in the common room and he had a feral urge to lick his fingers once more to taste the essence once again. He pushed his hips into her illisiting a squeal from her lungs, making him want to bite at her neck. Instead, he kissed it, licking at her pulse as he traveled down.
Her words had only been spoken seconds before and were still magically sticking to the air around them. After what seemed like an eternity of them bounding around inside his head, he finally whispered an answer. "Thank you..." he breathed, his forehead resting in the valley between her breasts and he growled in frustration. That wasn't how he wanted to respond. It wasn't what he meant... well, not really. He was thankful that she felt able to say such words to him, and he desperately wanted to tell her he loved her as well, but right then he was at a loss for words. "Damn it," he cursed, feeling Hermione tremble slightly; he lifted his eyes towards her face. Smiling awkwardly, he fought to find the right words to calm her and keep her from feeling rejected. "Hermione," he whispered in a tone just loud enough for her to hear him. "I... I do... I do love you," he finally said, breathing out in relief as her hand brushed his hair from his face and rested on his shoulder. "Right now... I just need to... I need to... show you." He hadn't noticed he was leaning on his right side and that his left hand had been slowly inching her shirt up her ribcage until the palm of his hand enclosed around her breast.
Hermione squeezed his shoulder roughly. "I know Harry," she agreed.
"No... I don't think you do." His mouth enclosed over the pink aerole and the flat of his tongue ran roughly over her pointed nipple. Hermione shuttered.
"I need ... I want... I want to fuck you ... No..." He corrected himself, hearing the breath catch in her throat. "I want to... Hermione. I need to touch you."
Hermione felt warm tears escape down her cheeks and she sniffled a bit, trying to keep her nose from running. "Ok.. Harry," she said softly. "I'd do anything for you. Don't you know that?" she asked as Harry lifted his head to look her in the eye.
"I won't stop this time. I promise." He paused. "I don't think I'll be able to." His last sentence sounded faintly like a warning, but it fell on deaf ears. Hermione wasn't listening to anything anymore... she was too busy closing her eyes, feeling Harry's hand trailing down her ribcage once more. The pads of his finger tips sent tickling sensations through her skin. Goose flesh sprang to the surface as his fingers raced downward. Harry suddenly noticed the chill in the air as his fingers traveled south over her skin that was now covered in goose bumps. "Are you cold?" he asked her, looking up for an instant before looking back down at his hand that now grazed the lace on her knickers. He traced the seam with his finger and pressed himself against her leg, once more reminding her just how excited he was. She grabbed a fist full of his hair and jerked his face upward to look at her.
"I'm never cold when I'm near you Harry. You make my blood feel as if it's on fire." She loosed her grip on his hair and his face gently nuzzled the skin between her breasts. He kissed her lightly before touching the peaked nipple with his tongue. His fingers began to seek out that scent that began to fill the room. Pushing her lacy knickers downward, Hermione lifted her hips upward to aid his task.
Suddenly Harry lifted his weight off of her as her knickers dangled from her left ankle, then fell carelessly to the dusty floor. He forcefully grabbed at her waist, pulling her bottom towards him. Slowly, he leaned into her navel, capturing the ring there with his teeth. He felt Hermione's chest move up and down with each straining breath as his tongue trailed downward, stopping at the top of her pubic bone. He lifted his head once more, smiling wickedly at her.
The spell filled the drafty room with soft light as the word "lumos" escaped his throat.
"Harry?" Hermione questioned, but he just smiled at her briefly before looking down at his task at hand.
"Relax..." he said softly, removing his glasses and blindly dropping them on the old stand next to them. "I want to see you as well as touch you Hermione." He kissed her full on her mouth, his tongue teasing hers as his hand sank between her legs and a finger searched out the heat he deliriouslydesired. One touch of his finger inside her folds told him she was responding to him. He ran his finger from her opening, bringing the wetness it caused with it, and circling the bundled of nerves just hidden beneath the two folds of skin. He heard a gentle gasp come from Hermione's stomach and he smiled into the kiss which was now growing more needy on both ends. He ran his finger down again to her small opening, his fingertip just entering the tightness of her sex. He bit back his own groan as his shaft flexed between them against Hermione's outer hip. His fingers grew more impatient, as he added a second finger pushing against the small bundle, feeling Hermione move against his hand. She hadn't done that the last time, he thought to himself, trying desperately to control his own selfish need to enter her with his erection and forget about the thought of being gentle. He needed to be inside her soon. He felt as if he would explode if he wasn't inside her soon. Her body so near to him was all that was necessary to drive him totally mad, and the thought of what he was doing to her made him almost come right then on her abdomen. He drew his head back from kissing her, biting back the primitive urge to take her and mark her. Her mouth followed his, trying to capture it once again and bring it back to her lips. Her head fell back down onto the mattress as she watched Harry with dark eyes, knowing that he must be ready to enter her and was grateful to him for not being so rough.
Once he had his senses in check he smiled at her, bending down to kiss her on the lips lightly as she squimed beneath his never yeilding fingers. He watched her face as he felt the mattress shift a bit when she opened her legs wider, drawing her knee up just so for his fingers to access her better. Their eyes caught each other for an instant as Harry worked the pads of his fingers over her pink flesh, his touch growing more and more feverish with each stroke. The wetness escaping from her was making it rather slick and Harry found it quite exhilarating as he felt the little pink bundle of flesh grow under his touch. The smell of her arousal filled the air completely now and he found it harder and harder quite literally not to suck on his own fingers once again. He was sure he'd look like an idiot if he did but the need to do so was almost overwhelming. He inhaled appreciatively, knowing that he had put Hermione in such a state of pleasure. He looked at her desperately, trying to tell her every emotion he was having with just his eyes.
Her face was flushed with excitement, and the redness inched further downward as her whole body took on the color of her face. Her expression was definitely pleasing for him, her eyes closed and her bottom lip now being bitten by her two front teeth. Her head moved slowly from side to side and her knees fanned out allowing him not only to touch her more intimately but to truly see her. He couldn't wait much longer as his eyes almost jealously watched his two fingers thrust into her, clear to his knuckle.
Hermione growled and ached against his hand, whispering his name as her head thrashed from side to side. Her passage was warm... he hadn't remembered it being so inviting... so tight and...
"UGH!" he groaned loudly, feeling his own excitement start to leak from the opening of his shaft. Hermione twisted the bed sheet in her fist with one hand, but the other sought out something else, brushing past his raging heartbeat down his abdomenal walls, and into the wiry curls that trailed from his navel, ending in a triangular patch of rough hair at the base of his gender. She grabbed the base of his gender clumsily, her eyes still closed. Harry felt himself push into her grasp as his fingers gained momentum, finding a rhythm moving inside her, trying to stretch her for his entrance. He buried his thumb into that hard knot above her opening, driving his fingers in and out of her, trying to show her just how crazy she was driving him with just the touch of her hand on his own private area. At first she moved slowly, up the base, feeling every vein and inch of his arousal. She reached the crown, circling her thumb over his leaking tip, spreading the liquid down and over every inch of his length. Her actions grew faster as Harry tried desperately not to come in her hand. He clenched his eyes shut, instantly feeling the tingle in his abdomen knowing that he'd be spent very soon if she didn't slow down.
"Hermione..." he hissed, wanting to curse and pray at the same time.
Hermione's eyes flew open when his hand left her wetness and enclosed over her small hand, stilling her movement urging her to let go. She did so, and he relaxed a bit as she released him from her grip, his fully hardened length standing upright against his belly.
"Harry?" she questioned timidly watching him place her hand on the mattress.
"I warned you last time..." he teased. "I wouldn't want to make a mess of your hand now would I?" he whispered, licking her cheek and grasping her earlobe between his teeth. "Where did you learn how to do that Hermione? I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if you didn't have to chance to experience what you do to me with just a touch. Not just now... like this... but everynight... in my dreams." He paused. "I never dreamed you'd feel this good Hermione... Merlin! I have to... I want to be inside you when I come... I have to make you mine forever Mione." He leaned upright, bringing his fingers to his mouth and gently sucking on them. She watched him do this, feeling the fire in her belly begin to transform into something more. She felt the wetness between her legs as the cold air nipped at her sensitive area. Her inner wall began to contract, wanting nothing more than for him to be one with her.
After all, she reasoned, he had always been her best mate... but somehow she had known since that very first day on the train that he was her soul mate. She needed him now as much as he needed her and nothing else mattered outside that room at that very moment. He was never Harry Potter "The Boy Who Lived" to her... but just Harry, her friend, someone that was just as frightened as she was as being a muggleborn with the ability to do magic. No, Harry was much more than the world outside that room would ever see. She knew that, and hoped after that night that he would know that as well. She glanced lovingly at him lost in her own thoughts until she realized what he was doing. She remembered he had done that before as she watched him lick the two fingers that had been inside her clean. Her insides contracted once more and she clenched her inner walls together. She groaned as she realized just how much it turned her on watching him do that. She suddenly blushed even more so with the thought of where she wanted his mouth just then. But even after thinking that, nothing could have shocked her more than Harry's own words.
"Now... I think I'll see what makes me absolutely have to do that whenever I touch you." His voice sounded raspy as well as needy while he brought that same hand down onto her inner thigh, pushing her legs even further apart. He positioned himself above her, between her legs. Hermione watched him, fascinated. Her eyes fixed on his face and holding her breath, bracing herself for him to enter her in one movement... wanting him to do so as well as fearing it at the same time. But Harry's body kept inching down towards her waist, his tongue once more touched her nipples then dipped into her navel before resting his forehead on her abdomen, right between her bellyring and the soft brown curls that marked the top of her private place. His head rested for only a moment on that spot, so unique to woman where inside could carry life. He kissed her softly there wondering blindly if she would ever carry his children... if he would live long enough to marry and have children. He smirked, hiding his face and pushing the familiar thoughts that plagued him outside that cold room from his conscious thought. He had not time for stupidity... or his day to day problems. Outside in the hallway, he had nightmares, and other nuiscances to bother him. In here, where he'd stay forever if he could, he had Hermione, laying on a mattress of yellow sheets, her hair fanned out beneath her head, his shirt pulled up above her breasts and her naked legs spread and open, waiting for him to be one with her.
He hurried himself, trailing his tongue down into the golden brown hair, pushing the thought of entering her with an arch of his hip to the back of his mind. He did want her, but he also wanted to taste her. He had to know if she tasted as wonderful as she smelled. If the essence left on his fingers told him anything, it was that she tasted even better. He hunched his back, sticking his head directly between her legs. Hermione propped herself onto her elbows and looked down on him, needing to see with her own eyes what he was about to do. She was suprisingly happy that he had placed the gentle lighting spell around the bed so that she could see what he was up to, but nothing prepared her when she saw his tongue slowly stick out from his lips and journey towards her waiting body.
To Be Continued...
Part 13: Joy