Nursie Note- Hey there... I promised an update shortly so here it is. I hope you all like it... I'm working on Part 15 now and hope to post that sometime soon.
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Part 14:
Need
It had to be near midnight, Harry reasoned, tilting his face towards the streetlight shining through the windowpane. He slowly glanced downward, watching the rise and fall of Hermione's chest as she breathed. He had been watching her sleep for a while now, contemplating what he should do next. The peaceful expression that remained on her face while she slept made his heart flutter. Somehow, though, knowing she was safe in his arms right at this very moment wasn't quite enough for Harry.
He squeezed his eyes shut, forcing himself to look elsewhere. Afraid that if he thought too much on what had happened between them, somehow, some way, Voldemort would find a way to take it away from him. He tried to calm the images that started to spring to his mind as he gently removed his arm from under her head and softly began inching his way to the side of the bed.
Wrapping a discarded blanket around his waist, he reached for his glasses. Quickly placing them on his face, he felt for his wand on the bedside stand. He shot another look at Hermione's sleeping form and smiled. His eyes skimmed over her body tangled up in the sheets. Her leg was visible from just above her knee down and it took every ounce of control he had not to touch her shoulder just to make sure she wasn't cold.
He shuddered from the cold himself and briskly began rubbing his bare arms with his hands. Again his eyes went directly to the rise and fall of Hermione's chest and Harry damn near panicked waiting for her to breathe. In that fleeting moment, his eyes stung from the need to blink, and his brain conjured images of the memory he had seen inside Professor Warren's head.
His hands started to tremble and just as he was about to call out to her, he heard the strong intake of air and the gentle sigh as Hermione slowly let out the breath she had taken. Harry stood stock still, forever it seemed to him, and when he finally blinked, he wanted to scream. The image of Hermione tied to a stake, her hands and feet tied behind her and her head hanging downward frightened Harry more than anything ever had.
~ She looks dead...~ He heard his voice inside his head tremble and he blinked hard to erase the image from within. ~ She is dead...~ He heard the words escape his mouth in a whisper as a look of horror crossed his face.
Suddenly, he found it hard to breathe himself. Stepping backwards almost clumsily, he reached behind him for something to steady himself. His hand braced against the back of the couch, helping him regain his balance. His heartbeat pounded in his ears as he tried desperately to catch his breath. His face lost color as he found his way to the front of the couch and slowly sat down. He drew his legs up close to him, folded his arms on his knees and dropped his head on his forearms.
Some time later, Hermione slowly opened her eyes. Turning, she could see the sun making it's way into the sky. As she began to stretch, she remembered where she was and instantly brought her hand down to the side of the bed Harry had been sleeping on. Her hand skimmed the covers for him and when she did not find him asleep next to her, she jumped from the warmth of the bed and cried out his name in near panic tones.
Harry's head shot up at the sound of her voice calling his name. Startled, he looked straight at her and could not recall a time in all the years they had known each other when she had ever looked at him the way she was right then. His heart jumped as a look of obvious relief washed over her and she smiled lovingly at him.
"Harry!" she said as she took a step toward him, feeling a bit light headed from relief. "What are you doing?" She yanked at the sheet and it freed itself from the bedding. Dragging it with her, she held it together at her chest. She sat down beside him with a thud and smiled brightly at him. "Did you sleep well Harry?" she asked, watching him lean his chin back on his forearms.
"For the most part I did," he answered, averting his eyes from hers. His mind was spinning in all directions and his heart was breaking in his chest. He couldn't look at her because if he did, he knew she would see right through the glass wall around his feelings.
Hermione shifted uncomfortably. She had seen Harry close himself off like this before and it scared her now more than ever. "What's the matter?" she asked, reaching a hand out to brush the hair from his eyes.
"Don't, please," he said in a soft choked voice. "I can't... I don't deserve..." He couldn't finish his words. Tears ran down his cheeks, spilling from his lower eyelids. Hermione brushed what she could from his skin with her thumb.
"I won't leave you, Harry. So stop trying to push me away. If you think I would go after last night, then think again. I know you're frightened Harry... So am I. But if we let him do this to you... then he's already won." She leaned in and kissed his forehead, right on his scar. She pulled away just enough to look him in the face, and she pulled him to look back at her.
"He will try to kill you Hermione. I've seen you dead in countless nightmares and visions. He takes everyone I love away from me. If you stay away from me now there's a chance you won't die. I could go on from this day forward with just the memory of last night. The gift you gave me and the knowledge that you loved me then."
Hermione shook her head. "You silly man..." She smiled at him. "Even if that is true, you are
forgetting one thing..." She paused, forcing him to look her
in the eye. "Without you, I wouldn't want to live. Especially in a world where Voldemort rules."
She saw the change in his green eyes as they softened and felt his arms slowly begin to travel up her arms to her back. She closed her eyes as she felt Harry's weight shift next to her. His arms tightened around her and she felt as if she were being pulled up into a standing position. She opened her eyes, feeling him steady her against him. She grabbed onto his arms as his face descended towards her.
"If anything ever happens to you Hermione, you know I'll blame myself don't you?"
"No, Harry. It's Voldemort's twisted agenda. I am not going anywhere away from you."
He nodded his head to show her he understood. He softly touched his mouth against hers, drowning out the images in his head. He felt the tightness in his chest start to dissapate, but he could still feel the nagging notion in the back of his mind that if Voldemort knew his love for Hermione, he would use Harry's own emotions against him. After all, killing those Harry loved and cared for seemed to be Voldemort's whole purpose.
Harry had to do something to distract these thoughts from his brain. Harry pressed Hermione against him even harder than necessary. The need to feel her against him was overwhelming. The scent of her hair overpowered his nose while the heat in his belly traveled south. Harry groaned against her mouth as the euphoria of arousal began to cloud his welcoming brain, realizing he had never needed or wanted someone so badly. Hermione was his world and he knew this. He had known this for a long time, longer than he could ever admit to.
He could feel the heat between them growing feverish as he slowly backed them both towards the nearest wall. Hermione's head hit with a thud but she didn't notice. Her heart was busy recovering from the near fatal words Harry had spoken. Relief washed over her and all she could do was lock her arms around him to keep him close. Her fear of losing him faded with every pass of his tongue against hers. She closed her eyes, noticing the difference in Harry's demeanor. Hours ago, he had been shy and almost clumsy. He was gentle and uncertain. Now, for what ever reason, he was none of those things. She could see the dark, clouded look in his eyes when he pulled back to look her in the face.
She quickly found herself seated on a nearby writing desk, with Harry standing above her, her legs hooked around his middle. Her breathing became almost difficult as she looked up at him. "Harry?" she whispered, her eyes searching his.
Harry stared down at her for some time before he seemed to have heard her say his name. He blinked before running his eyes down her body beneath him. "It's almost morning. The others will be looking for us," he replied, turning his head towards the door.
Hermione raised her hand to his cheek, turning his face back to where it was. "Let them look," she stated simply, running her hand from his cheek downward, past his neck and onto his chest.
"Come here." His words came out in a wonderfully sexy breathless sentence.
Hermione smiled as she felt her body being lifted from the hard wooden desk.
Harry's arms wrapped around her, holding her as close as he possibly could.
Hermione found herself once more on her back, looking up at Harry. Only this time, her head fell against the softness of pillows from the bed. She could feel Harry's heartbeat against her chest as his knee nudged at her legs, opening them so that his hips fit against hers.
One of his hands tangled his fingers into her tousled hair and the other ran down her body, pulling the sheet knotted at her chest open. She reached down, touching his stomach muscles, and pulled at the material covering Harry from his narrow waist down. It was only then that she realized that the knot against her thigh wasn't the sheet tied together.
Harry didn't wait for Hermione to touch him. His hand quickly dove between them, grasping his erection, and he began to brush his arousal against her heat. He clenched his teeth, letting out a slow hissing breath through them as the memory of the first time clouded his brain.
He felt her legs open futher and her knees bend slightly. Without any futher words or action, he let go of himself, being careful to line his body up with her opening and bent his face to capture her mouth. The second their lips touched, he pushed into her in one fluid motion, grinding himself against her. The groan escaped his throat, echoing through the air as he sank into the tightness of her flesh. Every inch of his erection jumped with electricity. The spark of pleasure igniting in his spinal cord sent impulses to his brain and finally, Harry started to move inside her.
"You're so beautiful, Hermione," he whispered. "You feel so good... please let me... let me..." He tried to make out his words but he was incoherent through his breathless attempts at speaking. He closed his eyes reveling in the sensations and picking up speed as he pulled out of her only to thrust back in harder and harder.
Hermione's head moved against the pillows as her body followed the rythmn of Harry's. She was suprised that it was only mildly uncomfortable the second time, after the feeling of being split in two the first time Harry had pushed inside. She clamped her inner muscles around him as he filled her completely. She was starting to get used to the rapid movement of Harry's thrust when he lifted both of her legs onto his shoulders, bracing himself with his own knees. She let out a small cry of suprise when the tip of his erection touched a certain spot inside her. Instantly her inner walls began to contract around him, caressing him in a different yet excellent way.
He felt her clamp around him and instantly knew he was done for. Her wiggling and spasming around him made it clear that she had reached her peak, but he was still trying to hold out just a bit longer. He was amazed that she had come so fast but he was also grateful that she was enjoying this as much as he was. He could feel himself leaking from the tip and he bit his lip to distract himself from the inevitable. He finally gave up as he started to pull out of her to thrust into her once more when her inner softness grabbed him, causing the familiar tingling in his belly telling him that he was going to lose it. Quickly, he ran his hand down her leg and looked down, watching the connection of his body and hers. He tried his damndest to hold back right then... but the sight of his erection swallowed by her pink flesh was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. His fingers began to touch just above where he was making slow mechanical thrusts, just to watch himself going in and out of her slowly. He sucked in his breath through his teeth, saying her name. He pushed his fingers into the hardened pink skin and began a circular motion using the wetness from where their bodies met to aid in his task.
"Hermione..." he managed to say her name just above a whisper, noticing her head was thrashing side to side. The flush on her skin traveled from her face down her chest and he knew she was close again. "Come with me... I can't... hold on... I need to let go. I can still let go inside you right?" He leaned in towards her head, hearing the muffled cries of pleasure she was trying with difficulty to hold back through pursed lips.
When she didn't say anything to stop him, he let go, slamming into her and releasing his orgasm into her. He shook as she cried out. Her legs falling from his shoulders limply. He fell on top of her, still buried inside her. Finding her mouth, he kissed her with everything he had left, his tongue meeting hers and her arms holding him tighter than he could remember her ever doing.
They laid there for a fair amount of time before one of them moved because a limb had fallen asleep. The prickling sensation of pins and needles brought both Harry and Hermione back to the present. With one last tender kiss, they realized that not only was Buckbeak eyeing them curiously, but the sun was definitely peaking in the sky outside the window.
Harry reluctantly pulled out of her, immediately feeling the loss of her body. "I suppose it's time to get back," he replied almost sadly.
"I suppose so," she agreed in the same tone as she propped herself up into a sitting position with her arms.
Harry stood and began collecting his clothes. Hermione did the same. Neither looked at each other as they dressed. Harry undid Hermione's transfiguration, turning the loo she had conjured back into the corner wall. Placing his glasses on his face, he turned to her, and watched as she ran her fingers through her hair, pulling it up and into a rubberband.
Once the room was as it was when Harry came in, both looked around once more. Harry glanced at his feet, trying desperately to find words to say. He didn't want her to think he was using her, and most of all, he didn't want the feelings he had when he was with her to ever end.
Quickly, without another thought, Harry reached out and touched her hand, interlacing his fingers with hers.
"Hermione, even though last night had to end..." He paused and she looked up at him. "I'll always want you with me."
"I know Harry..." she began shyly. "We are friends."
"That's not what I meant. " He leaned in and kissed her softly on the mouth. Her eyes widened with hope that she hadn't allowed herself to have. "I'll always want you as my friend Hermione... but now you're so much more. I love you Hermione. No matter what happens with Voldemort or in the future... don't forget that. No matter what I end up doing."
Hermione squeezed his hand in hers. "Never Harry. Never."
They stepped out of the room for the first time since the night before, and Buckbeak raised a wing at them as if saying goodbye. Harry closed the door behind them and they began to walk slowly towards where they knew their friends would be.
They neared the landing where Hermione shared a room with Ginny. Harry looked around briskly before allowing them to go towards the bedroom door. He watched intently for anyone that would catch them, not really in any mood to explain what was going on between them. He knew that they could have split up and both gone to their respective bedroom but Harry felt it was only right to escort Hermione to her room, especially after the wonderful gift she had given him. The thought of anyone else touching Hermione so intimately caused Harry to frown. Finally, they found themselves at Hermione's door. Neither wanted to let go of the other, fearing that they wouldn't be able to find each other in this way ever again. Hermione smiled at him, noticing his frown.
"What's the matter, Harry?" she asked as he reached for her other hand. She beamed up at him, glowing.
He couldn't tell if it was his imagination, or if she truly was glowing. Never the less, she was beautiful. He kissed her lovingly on the cheek, and then on the mouth, running his tongue along her lips. She responded, kissing back.
"Well, Harry?" she asked again when he pulled away.
"It's stupid..." he admitted.
"Yah?" She paused, letting out a sigh. "I guess I should go in."
"I guess so."
"I'll see you at breakfast then," she added, the hope rising in her voice.
"Every morning for the rest of your life," he promised, letting go of her hands slowly, stepping back towards the staircase behind him.
Finally, he pulled away from her. She watched as he walked slowly backwards to the steps, his eyes never leaving her.
To be continued...
Part 15: Holiday