***Nursie Note-*** Ok, everyone... with all the reviews I couldn't help but go ahead and post this. Supes is usually so quick with these things. Although there was a small delay, both parts are now edited. I figure He probably got tied up in the tinsel with his girlfriend. There's a thought now *lol* (Or maybe it's just me, out here in Vicodin Land. To quote what's his name on Blue Collar TV)If anyone can help me with that, please do... IT'S driving me crazy trying to think of the guys name. Anywho, this part is probably the most graphic thing I've ever written and for those of you familiar with my other stuff (you know who you are) that's saying something. I probably should be too embarassed to post this! Oh well, most of us are looking for something like this to read so here ya go... let me know if it's too graphic though... I'll tone it down a bit next time. For now though enjoy the show...
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Nursie
PS: for those of you that think that Hermione is slightly out of character here, just remember she's not thinking about anything but Harry right here. Put yourself in her shoes.
Part 13: Joy
He took a deep breath, inhaling her scent. He could see the soft light glistening off of the wetness that still channeled from her opening. He wondered where to taste first. After all, he had never done this before, from here on out he was in new territory. He briefly thought maybe he should ask if he was allowed to do what he needed to do, but then thought better of it in case she wouldn't let him. He was nervous, he had never touched a girl this way before. In fact, Hermione was the only girl he had touched this intimately and he wondered if he would be able to please her this way as he had with his fingers.
However, before he could overthink his situation, Hermione bucked her pelvis upwards, sending his tongue into her. She squealed as his tongue took one long lick from her opening to her rosy pink flesh that was alive with sensation. One taste wasn't enough though. He found her intoxicating. Driving his tongue into her, he lapped at her, spreading her folds open with his fingers and getting his nose a bit wet in the process. He could do this forever, he thought wildly, swirling his tongue around her, his head locked in place with Hermione's knees as she arched against his face, abandoning all of her senses. He sank a finger into her as he sucked on her hardened pink flesh, causing Hermione to jerk ferociously against him. Momentarily, he forgot about his own pounding arousal pulsing against his belly, until he heard her gasp and start to shake.
"Harry!" she cried, loosening her vice grip on his head. His instinct took over as she reached her peak, plunging his two fingers inside her roughly and sucking vigously at her. She became incredibly slick as her first orgasm hit her hard, his finger sliding over her hot flesh instead of returning to her warmth. He hadn't been paying much attention to his actions, but more to her reaction to his attempt at pleasing her. Only once he heard her crying out his name did his mind slip back into reality. He found himself looking up at her, one hand around his length stroking it gently, while the other had ran over her entire sex, spreading her essence all around. She still trembled a bit with the aftershocks of her orgasm, her hands still clenching his hair tightly.
"Merlin... Harry... What made you do... Why?" she finally choked out, releasing his hair. He smiled at her, licking his lips and running his chin across his forearm to wipe it off a bit. She watched him stroke himself gently as he settled between her legs and leaned down to kiss her.
Harry paused for an instant before taking her mouth, hoping she would kiss him back. He hadn't thought about it being awkward for her to kiss him after such an act until that very moment. Yet, she grabbed his head and traced his lips with her tongue before pulling him into a kiss that made the other kisses they had shared looked nothing more than platonic.
He knew what was next and his heart skipped several beats as they kissed until he could no longer taste her wetness on his tongue. He felt her rubbing against him gingerly, feeling the heat between her legs against his swollen erection. He groaned her name.
"Hermione... Do you know what you do to me?" It was more of a statement than a question. He turned his head to the side, her mouth against his ear.
"Do you have any idea what you just did to me?" she answered back to him. He hugged her close. His arm went around her back, lifting her just enough to pull his shirt from her body. He sent it sailing across the room. Harry had forgotten about Buckbeak being in the room until he heard him yelp, startled by the shirt landing on his head and waking from his nap.
Hermione wrapped her arms around Harry's back and held him close as they laughed together at the hippogriff's mild irritation. Buckbeak discretely turned his body away from them after flashing them a haughty look. He ruffled his feathers, then stomped his hooved foot a couple of times before wiggling himself into a comfortable position.
Harry and Hermione looked at each other, their laughter dying down Hermione hugged Harry to her, not wanting their time together to end.
"Harry," she said, searching his eyes. He looked down upon her as the reality of what they were doing sank in. He pushed against her, reminding her of his arousal, and took her mouth, kissing her again. His arm glided down her body and he lifted her up, placing his hand between them to guide himself towards her. Even with the faint glow of his lighting spell he had trouble seeing, due to the fact that he had shed his glasses. His anxiety mounted, and he wrapped his fingers around his swollen base and rubbed the tip through her wet folds. The destraction of Buckbeak had settled her down somewhat but she was still warm and responsive as he clumsily sought out her opening with the tip of his erection.
"Hermione..." he whispered. "Are you... Do you really... want?" He tried to get out his question but he found he had no voice. Hermione looked at him, trying to reasure him.
She placed a hand on his cheek. "Remember, for tonight, nowhere, or nobody matters outside this room. Nothing. Nothing at all. I love you Harry. Tomorrow you can think about that and forget tonight if you need to, but for now, forget tomorrow and think of tonight." She ran her thumb over his eyelid.
Harry ran his erection against her once more and her eyes closed.
"Hermione... I do love you. Please don't ever forget that no matter what happens."
She smiled up at him. "Shut up Harry... you're ruining the moment. Less talk... more action."
Harry chuckled low in his throat and swallowed a cry when she pushed up against him, the tip of his sex finding the opening.
Every nerve ending south of his stomach fired electricity up his spine as he felt the warm tightness surround his most sensitive of areas. He didn't bother to hide the growl coming from his gutt as Hermione gasped at the feeling of his invading body.
He clenched the sheets around her and her nails ran down his sides, her hands landing on the mattress and gripping the sheets herself. He pulled his body from her and prepared for another slow, excruciating thrust. His hand ran down the mattress onto her hip, resting on her leg. Sitting up on his knee, he pulled her leg up onto his shoulder as he had seen in a magazine Dudley had under his bed. Hermione looked somewhat confused until he softly bent down to kiss her mouth quickly whispering comforting words to her. "If it hurts let me know, Hermione. I don't want to hurt you."
"Just... just... don't stop Harry. I can handle the pain." She winced, feeling him invade her a bit further.
He was bigger than she thought. She realized while the foreign feeling of what little of him inside her came to the forefront of her brain. It wasn't painful... not yet anyway. Just weird. It was definitely odd, and there was a fair bit of pressure from Harry pushing himself inside her. He was being wonderful about it, going slow, trying to accomedate her, but somehow she was still nervous. She knew biology, it was supposed to hurt the first time a girl had sex. But she loved Harry... how could something so special between two people be painful? If this was as uncomfortable as it was going to get, she saw no reason for Harry to suffer. She could tell he was restraining himself by the look on his face. His teeth were now drawing blood on his bottom lip. Instantly she wanted him inside her, all the way, his weight against her and to hold him close to her body, connected together as one person.
"Harry...do it now." Harry looked at her, confused for a second, until he saw the look in her eyes. "Now I said, damn it Harry, I can't wait anymore!" Her words were urgent and straightforward in fear she wouldn't be able to express them correctly.
He couldn't believe what she was saying... if he wasn't the hardest he had ever been before, he was now. He pulled back away from her, aligning himself with her entrance while running his other, less occupied hand up and down her leg to soothe her. In one swift motion, he pushed forward into her warm walls and past the part of her that was growing used to him. He wanted to scream out in ecstasy. She felt as though she was made for him. Her insides hugged him inside of her just perfect in all the right areas, and he was sure he would come before he was all the way in. The tip of his sex felt resistance but broke through it with a thrust of his hip sending him straight into her waiting womb.
Hermione screamed. She felt as if she were literally on fire and being torn in two. The pressure was magnified by the pain as he ripped through her virginity, causing a small tear in her entrance. Her first impulse was to scream for him to stop... but that wasn't what she wanted or what she cried out for. Her scream sounded through the room past Harry's eardrums as he finally found himself buried inside of her, his pubic hair grinding into her. The sensations each felt were totally different. Harry found himself elated. Never in his life had he had such pleasure. He was engulfed in heat, surrounded by soft, firm but yeilding walls that caressed every inch of him. There weren't words to describe what Harry felt as he became one with the only person he truly loved in his life, but his brain registered it the best it possibly could. Somehow bloody brilliant just didn't explain the moment, so he let it go, hoping to let it be what it was. To Harry, it was as close to heaven as he thought he'd ever get.
Hermione was forcing herself to take several long breaths. Having Harry pull out of her was the last thing she would ever want. He had collapsed onto her once he was inside her, placing his arms under her shoulders while ducking his head into the crook of her neck. He was being painfully kind trying as best he could to remain still for her to adjust to him. The burning began to subside as well as the ache of being spilt in two. Although it was still somewhat odd, she found having Harry so close to her, even having him inside her, was comforting. There was no other person she would ever be this close to. She inhaled his sweaty scent greedily, raising her knees upward and planting her feet firmly on each side of his bum. She could still feel slight discomfort but wrapped her arms around Harry tighter. She tilted her hips up to him, squeezing her inner muscles around him, finding the feeling of something so thick inside her amazing.
Harry seemed to catch on. Taking shallow strokes, and not quite to the point of being ready to exit her body before thrusting into her again, he barely pumped his hips into her, biting his lip to control himself. He already felt the telltale spark from his spine sending the pleasured feeling from where he joined her to the rest of his body. He was ready to explode deep within her if he kept up like this. He didn't want it to end so soon though. He had just entered her body, and from what he had ever seen, most of the time the motion he was doing so very shallow and soft was a bit faster and harder. He loved every bit of this, he couldn't very well complain. He knew he wouldn't die a virgin... he had actually made love to the person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with... His brain had lost all thought with the vision of the computer porn Dudley downloaded with Uncle Vernon's credit card, and he found himself pulling back further and further and everytime, thrusting into Hermione a bit faster but restraining from being too hard. Her nails raked the back of his neck and shoulder blades, telling him he was doing something right. Her entrance that had started to dry was now beginning to become slick and wet once more. He began to slide in and out of her with ease and she started to moan and arch into him with every push. He was definitely breathless but moved into kiss her anyway. He knew a few more thrusts and he would lose it.
One stroke plunging into her wet opening, the walls clinging to his every inch, he groaned, his eyes litererally rolling back in his head. His breath growing more and more staggered and his muscles clenching up, readying his body for the release that was immanent. Two strokes. He grunted into her ear, his teeth together as he tried to tell Hermione his one coherent thought.
"Her-mi-one..." he grunted breathlesslly, his forehead resting on hers and his hands now holding her head, fingers intertwined into her caramel brown curls.
"Yessss. Ha-rry." she answered him in the same fashion, her inner walls spasming around him.
"I can't... HOLD... on..." he managed to say. "I need to know are you... did you do the spell... Can I?"
"What Harry?" she asked, her eyes closing as she was finally enjoying his moving inside her. She was confused at his babble right then. It wasn't exactly something she would expect him to say at this particular moment. She wasn't thinking about anything at the time except for how wonderfully sweaty Harry was on top of her and how he managed to fit inside of her just perfect.
Harry gritted his teeth. He couldn't speak anymore. Besides, he had lost the thought he had. He could barely manage the words that came from his mouth as he pulled out of her on his third and final stroke and thrust into her as hard and fast as he could, crying out her name as he exploded with the most unbelievable feeling he had in his life. Nothing would compare to it as he emptied his life force into her womb.
Harry collapsed on top of her. For several long moments, both laid there silent and still except for their heaving chests and labored breathing. Finally, once able to catch his breath, Harry rested his weight on his elbows. Still breathing deeply despite himself, he pushed her sweat soaked hair from her face and smiled at her. Her eyes stared up at him as the wand light reflected in her wonderous big brown eyes. She smiled back at him, touching his scar once more.
"I love you Hermione," he said softly. "I always have and I always will. Promise me that this will not change anything though. I can't lose your friendship. I want both. This and that." He leaned his forhead on hers again. Hermione could still feel him inside her. Soft and spent but long enough to have not fallen out of her body once he'd come, she tried to squeeze her muscles together to determine her level of soreness. She enclosed her walls around his flaccid member, amazed that he felt so different in this state. She almost giggled until she felt him twitch inside of her and the burning ache she now had from the tears. Harry cleared his throat and gave a teasing buck of his hip into hers.
"Are you ready for another go already? One would think you would be sore now,." he teased.
"Are you kidding?" Hermione asked teasing him back. "You've got to give me at least another minute." They laughed together for a moment until they caught each other's eye.
Their lips met as they kissed each other slowly. After a few lingering moments, Harry had to pull away from her or he really would have a problem. He was still inside her and that was more than enough to get him going again. Thinking about it would definitely not be the thing to do. As much as he hated the idea of leaving her warm tightness, he slowly and gently pulled his now semi-soft member out of her. He knew she had to be sore. Especially after that scream she gave when he broke her whatever Madame Pomphrey called it. Maybe he should have listened more in Muggle Health. He sighed, learning about the female body hands-on was definitely the better way to go. He smiled and he looked down on her body as he repositioned himself next to her.
"Are you staying in here the rest of the night?" Hermione asked, propping herself onto her hands and scooting to a sitting position. Harry nodded his head. He didn't really feel like dealing with Ron after what he and Hermione had just shared. He would much rather be alone so he could at least gratify himself if he thought about it too much. It would be even better if she stayed with him.
~ There's a thought...~
He was instantly taken out of his thoughts as soon as she moved her body upward. That was when he saw it. The wet bright red stain on the bedding where Hermione had been laying.
~OH GODS! I hurt her... what the fuck did I do?~ Harry panicked. "Hermione!" He yelped. "What did I do to you. I told you to tell me if it hurt!" He cried. "I would have made myself stop!"
Hermione sat up, leaning on her arms and brought her legs up and to the side, feeling Harry's seed beginning to trickle from her and the undeniable need to pee. She placed a hand on his cheek. "Harry, you didn't hurt me. Yes, it was painful at first but I didn't want you to stop. I wanted you to. Besides, our bodies are made to accomedate childbirth... I think I can handle your..um... well... endowments." She smiled at him reasuringly.
"That's a lot of blood Hermione, don't you think you should let Madame Pomphrey have a look at you?" he questioned, worried. A memory of what happened to Ginny flashed through his mind. His expression changed as he tried to imagine what she went through. Hermione was a virgin, as Ginny had been. He gritted his teeth in anger. If anyone tried to hurt Hermione like that... He'd kill them. No questions asked. His finger hovered over the blood as he lapsed into silence, thinking to himself.
"Oh Harry..." She rolled her eyes, not realizing his dark thoughts. She moved her legs to the side of the bed. They felt like jelly. "I'll be fine once I transfigure a lavatory in here. I'm not about to walk into the hallway 'til daylight."
"Daylight?" Harry asked. "Why daylight? You want to stay with me in here?" he asked with a fair amount of suprise in his tone. Sure, he had wanted her to stay... but he hadn't exactly expected her to do so.
"You said for tonight Harry... it's still quite early. The others know we'll show up at breakfast. And last time I checked, the night didn't end until morning." She smiled at him, pulling the sheet with her to cover the front of her body. She stood and stumbled, looking for her wand. Finding it, she quickly conjured a small lavatory in the corner, complete with small shower and sink. She walked inside and closed the door.
Harry smiled widely to himself. Sighing, he stood to find his own wand to clean up the mess on the sheets. He heard the water running and figured she was cleaning up as well. He hesitated, placing a hand on the bottom sheet where Hermione's blood still stained the yellow fabric a bright red. He brought his hand away from the mattress, looking questioningly at his blood stained hand. Without thinking, he touched his wand to his hand and traced a line across it. His own blood started to spring from the gash he had made. He hissed at the pain, but knowing bloody well that her pain had been greater. He closed his eyes trying to think of a spell he could use that would protect the promise he had made. He couldn't think of anything strong enough to do what he wanted. He flexed his hand a few times to get the blood to come to the surface of the cut.
Touching his wand to his cut once more, he uttered the words that would prove to be his greatest spell.
"My blood..." he said, his blood touching the tip of the wand. "Your blood." He then placed the wand into Hermione's blood stain. "Our blood." He then placed his hand palm down onto the blood stained bedding, mixing his and Hermione's blood together.
Inside the small room, Hermione felt the wind as well. She found it strange when the light of her wand went out. She also was confused by the suddenly stillness of everything around her. What frightened her was the sudden feeling in her belly. She placed a hand on her abdomen as she sat down on the toilet, watching the light flicker back on, the air become normal and the weird feeling in her belly subside.
Outside at the same time, Harry felt a stong wind blow through the room, blowing the fire out from the fireplace. The light from his lumos spell simply disappeared, without him ever saying the counter spell. Harry almost worried what he had done until the fire roared back to life in the fireplace hearth and his wand glowed soft yellow, reinstating the lighting spell. He released the breath he had unknowingly been holding. He wondered how exactly his spell would work, but he didn't dwell on it for long. He shrugged off the unnerving feeling in the pit of his stomach before he cleaned up the mess on the bed. He stretched then tossed himself onto the four-poster bed face down. Rolling over onto his back, he placed his arms behind his head.
"I don't care what Professor Warren says. Voldemort will not win... I won't let him," he vowed under his breath. He glanced at the door as the water shut off. "I wonder what our kids will really look like," he wondered in spite of his current problems, and sighed, closing his eyes.
~ All I know is what is inside this room. I love you Hermione... I won't let him have you... He won't destroy our future together... I won't watch you die again.~
The door opened and Hermione stepped out of the lavatory. "Harry? What is it? You looked so serious for a second there." She sat down next to him, debating on asking him if anything had happened to him as well. Seeing his face, she decided against it. He didn't need another worry on his mind at the moment. Besides, tonight was supposed to be about them. Instead she took on her scolding tone that made Ron shutter. "You weren't thinking what we did was a mistake were you? Because if you were, let me just tell you this right now, Mr. Potter. If you think the bloody lip I gave you last time was bad, just wait til I get through with you this time!" she scolded. He looked at her, noticing something different about her, but not being able to put his finger on it. He wondered idlely if she had sensed his spell.
"No!" he cried a bit too defensively, being brought out of his thought. "I'd never regret being with you like that. I was just wondering what our children will look like in the future is all." He laughed nervously, trying to forget about what he had just done.
Hermione giggled. "Silly git." She pushed him playfully, shaking her head. "We aren't even out of Hogwarts, yet nor are we married." She rolled her eyes.
"Maybe... but we have already consumated." He arched his eyebrows up and down. "OH you!" she cried, attempting to hit him again. Harry grabbed her waist and pulled her on top of him.
"So you want to spend the rest of the night with me... Just what should I do with you Miss Granger?"
"Hold me," Hermione said, her voice quivered for an instant but Harry noticed it anyway.
"I plan on doing that forever, Love. You don't ever have to ask." He leaned in and kissed her sweetly. "But now, I think we should get some rest. We have our whole lives to be together now, and for once, I'd like to know what it's like to have someone sleeping beside me. Maybe that will keep the nightmares away."
They climbed up into the bed and underneath the bedding Harry had charmed to stay warm. They maneuvered their pillows just right and shifted around, getting comfortable. Hermione snuggled into Harry, pulling his arm around her waist. When Harry finally closed his eyes out of exhaustion, he nuzzled her hair with his face, and began drifting to sleep peacefully for the first time since finding out about Voldemort.
To Be Continued...
Part 14: Holiday at Number 12