Hermione grabbed Harry's face and mashed their lips together. Her hands ran up and down his body, and he groaned deeply into her mouth. Hermione pushed his robes off his shoulders, and his arms went slack to let it slide off. Harry reciprocated as he lifted her off the bed and pulled off her robes. His eyes narrowed at seeing her jumper stretched quite appealingly across her breasts.
"By Merlin, I want you, Harry!" she nearly screamed. Despite his boiling blood, he would not let a stupid potion ruin her first time.
"Patience Mione, all in good time," he murmured softly.
Hermione grunted in disappointment, but only until he lowered his body down on top of hers. Harry's fingers began undoing her blouse, and his hand snaked underneath to stroke her stomach.
"Damn you, Potter!" she growled. Her nails raked down the front of his chest, and he was shocked when she tore his shirt open.
"Hmm, very nice, lover," she cooed and squeezed his firm abs.
Harry would not be deterred from his objective, and despite her exquisite hands, he finally finished undoing her shirt. He pulled the material off her shoulders and let go of her swollen lips. He kissed each bare shoulder, and Hermione leaned up to slip her arms out of the sleeves.
'Bloody hell, she's gorgeous!'
Harry knew that she filled out her clothes well, but he nearly fainted at seeing a white, lacy bra encasing her full, round breasts. Hermione giggled seductively and trailed her fingers down his cheek.
"Like what you see?"
The young wizard was trying with all his might to hold onto his sanity. He just wanted to drop into her arms and let the desire sweep them away. When he didn't answer her, Hermione decided to turn up the heat.
"Well…maybe you'll like this better…" and she reached behind her and undid the clasp.
Harry's eyes were glued to her chest as he watched her slide the lace material from her body. A simple tug, and she lay open and unbidden for his hungry eyes. Harry couldn't resist and cupped her right breast in his hand; it fit perfectly in his palm. He squeezed the firm mound, and Hermione gasped in pleasure. His thumb brushed over the hard, rosy tip, and she nearly tore his hair out.
"Take them, Harry, please!" she begged.
The last of his restraints fell, and he replaced his fingers with his eager mouth. He drew the bud into his mouth, and Hermione arched towards him in delight. She pushed his head against her breast and nearly mewled when his tongue came into play.
'By Merlin, how can she be so sweet?'
Harry couldn't help himself as he feasted on Hermione's body. He'd never felt such wanton desire towards anyone, and it wasn't because she was under magical influence. This came from deep within his soul - a desire to be with the one that he truly loved with all his heart.
"Harry…the other one…take the other one too!" she gasped. He didn't dare argue with her; he was completely addicted to her taste.
His mouth swept across her body and fastened onto her left breast. Hermione held his head in place as he suckled her gently. His free hand ran down her smooth stomach and reached for the zipper on her skirt.
"Ah, frisky tonight are we?" she giggled and licked her lips.
Harry pulled off her skirt to find a matching pair of panties underneath. He continued working on her supple breasts as his left hand brushed across the front of her panties. Hermione's hips snapped forward, and he drew his hand back.
"Do it again, Harry!" she gasped.
This time, he pressed his palm firmly against her junction, and he immediately felt the warm moisture underneath.
"Mione, you are truly breathtaking!"
"Thank you, but now, it's my turn!"
She suddenly pushed him off her and flipped him onto his back. Harry was completely surprised and offered no resistance. Hermione pulled off his ripped shirt, and her nails raked down his chest.
"Ahhhhhh!!!" he groaned, and his head fell back.
"Time for me to give you some special treatment too!"
Hermione's eyes were nearly glazed over with lust, and she quickly unbuckled his pants.
"Up!" she ordered, and Harry immediately lifted his hips to aid her.
"Oooooh, silk…I like it!" Hermione ran her fingers along his silk boxers and found a prominent bulge right in the center.
"Mione!" he cried out as she squeezed him firmly.
"My goodness that must be painful for you, love…" Her lips quirked up into a sly grin, and she grasped the waistband of his shorts, "…let me help you with that!" and she pulled them off his legs.
Harry blushed bright red as he was now completely exposed to her burning, brown eyes. If anything, the fire in them was twice as bright as before.
'Hmm mmm, what a site!' Hermione giggled silently.
She could just imagine how many girls would kill to be in her position right now - to know what Harry Potter kept under those loose robes. She had no complaints - particularly about a certain piece of anatomy that was long and hard.
"Harry…" she cooed softly and slid her body up his legs.
He looked down and immediately regretted it. There lay Hermione between his legs; her perfect breasts brushing against his stiff rod. He fisted his hands in the sheets trying not to moan as her soft flesh pressed up against him.
"Dammit Hermione!"
It excited her to know that she could do this to him and barely even be touching him. Her small hands eagerly reached for their target, and a thunderbolt ran through his body when she grasped him firmly. Her fingertips stroked up and down his length, and Harry ground his teeth together trying to endure her torture.
Hermione looked at his member twitching in her grasp, and her eyes narrowed. Licking her lips hungrily, she slowly lowered her head.
Harry thanked God when she stopped moving her hands, and he managed to look down at her once again. His eyeballs nearly exploded as he watched his manhood disappear inside her mouth.
"By all that's…uh…Hermione…"
She drew him in, guiding more and more of him inside her. Her soft, wet tongue traced the contours of his shaft, and Harry's heart nearly stopped. He couldn't help it as his hands came up to tangle in her hair.
"Mione…you're so good…so good…" His words echoed in her ears as her head began to bob up and down.
Hermione slid him in and out of her mouth, making love to him with her lips and tongue. Harry was ready to explode in a matter of seconds, but she pulled away from him.
"Na uh…not this time, lover, I want you inside me."
"Oh gosh, Mione, come here!" Harry pleaded and reached out for her. Hermione made one last detour and slipped off her panties before letting him pull her back up on top of him.
"Hermione!" he growled and devoured her soft lips.
Their hips rubbed together, and her sensitive opening teased his overheated shaft with its simmering wetness.
"Harry…take me now!" she cried out.
He grasped her tiny waist and lifted her hips into the air. Hermione positioned herself right over his quivering manhood; all she had to do was drop her weight down. She looked down into his eyes, and he groaned at the desire and lust in her glossy eyes.
That was when it happened. Harry watched as the glazed look disappeared from her eyes, and her pupils refocused. Her mind was regaining control.
Hermione felt herself coming out of a haze of sexual pleasure when she saw Harry lying underneath her. She looked down and saw that she was poised on the tip of his manhood - ready to take it inside her. His hands were on her hips, holding her steady.
"Mione…you're back," Harry sighed as he tried to control his traitorous body.
"Harry…I…I…" He could see the nervousness in her eyes and lowered her down onto his hips. She straddled his waist, but he did not penetrate her.
"Hey…" he whispered and cupped her cheek, "…if you want to stop, just say so, and it's done. I promise!"
"I know, Harry, I know that you'd stop if I said so. I could feel everything; everything you did to me and made me feel. I've never felt anything like it before; it felt strange but wonderful at the same time."
"You weren't too shabby yourself, Mione," he groaned. She blushed slightly.
"Sorry, I couldn't help myself. Did I do something bad?"
"Hell no, you were incredible! I swear, I was gonna explode in another second."
Hermione pressed her hands against his chest and felt his heart pounding against his ribcage. She pushed herself up and raised her hips once again.
"Harry…I want this…I want to make love to you…to feel you inside me. I've always wanted you to be my first because I…I…I love you so much!"
His heart screamed in triumph, and Harry's face glowed with a smile of warmth and relief. The last of his guilt faded away at the look in her eyes.
"Mione…I want you to be my first time as well. Now, let me make love to you."
Harry's hands grasped her hips once again, and Hermione brought herself back into position. His shaft had lost a little steam while they were talking, but it immediately jumped at the first touch of her heat against it.
"Be gentle with me," she whispered.
"I would never be anything else," he answered.
Hermione guided him to her entrance and gasped as he split open her channel. She felt a strange pressure inside her as Harry pressed more and more of himself into her. He reached her maidenhood a moment later and pushed against it slightly. She nodded at him and braced herself. Harry thrust his hips and at the same time pulled her down onto him. He tore through her hymen and plunged into her body.
'Oh thank you…thank you…' Harry repeated over and over in his head. He had never felt anything so wonderful in his life; she was so hot and so tight inside. It was as if she'd been made just for him.
'That hurt quite a bit, but…it's getting better now,' Hermione said silently. She felt full and complete with Harry embedded within her.
Bracing herself on his chest, Hermione gave an experimental thrust with her hips, and Harry moaned as her warmth stroked his straining manhood.
"You okay, Mione?" he asked, seeing her eyes stilly clenched tightly.
"Yes…" she sighed and opened them, "…I wasn't sure you would fit, but oh, it feels so good like this."
"Come here." Harry pulled her down and kissed her deeply.
Hermione wiggled her hips, and he caught on to what she wanted. With his hands on her waist, he guided her back and forth as she slid up and down on his hot column. They started out slowly, getting used to one another.
"Oh Mione, you're so good…so sweet and hot…" He kissed the words into her mouth, and she thrust herself down onto him even harder than before.
"Yes Harry…fill me…I can feel you deep inside me…"
Her lover gazed up into her eyes, and he gasped in surprise. The lust-crazed, glossy-eyed look that she'd had earlier never returned. All he saw was Hermione's beautiful, brown eyes shining down at him with love and desire. Harry was overjoyed; he was making love to her for real!
The lovers clung to each other as their bodies gave and took from each other until they were both panting against one another's faces.
"Mione…I can't…I can't stop…can't wait…" Harry could barely speak.
"Don't stop…Harry…don't stop…keep going…" Hermione managed to croak out.
As he watched her body slide back and forth on top of him, Harry was captivated as he watched her lush breasts bounce with each thrust of her hips. His hands swarmed to the beautiful targets, and Hermione cried out in pleasure.
"I wanna taste you again, Mione."
Harry pulled her body down, and he closed his mouth over her swollen breast. That was all Hermione could stand. Her entire body shuttered, and her skin buzzed with an electric charge.
"HARRY!" she called out as her being shattered into oblivion. She was drifting up in the heavens and felt like she could touch the stars themselves.
Harry tried to keep moving, but her heat had doubled in intensity, and she pulsed violently around his member. He didn't have a choice in the matter and gave in to the inevitable bliss.
"MIONE!" he cried out.
Hermione had thought that she was at her highest peak, but Harry suddenly erupted inside her, and she skyrocketed to the farthest stars and beyond.
The lovers hovered up in the heavens, just basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking and the long-repressed emotions that had exploded to the surface.
Hermione drifted down from low orbit to find herself wrapped in Harry's arms. She lifted her head and saw his eyelids slowly opening.
"Harry…"
"Mione…"
They just gazed at each other, letting their hearts communicate without any need for words to be spoken. Their bodies were still joined, and neither wanted to ever break the intimate contact.
Harry trailed his hands through her soft, brown curls, and Hermione listened to the quiet, thumping of his heartbeat.
"Harry…thank you for this night." He gently withdrew from her body and kissed the top of her head.
"Don't worry, Hermione, there will be many more like this, I promise." She looked up at him with a bright smile.
"You mean it?"
"With all my heart."
"Then would you tell me something?"
"Name it."
"What happened to me?" she asked with a serious look in her eyes.
"You sure you want to know?"
"Harry, I went from trying to seduce you, to flirting with every seventh-year Gryffindor, to making incredible love with you all in one night. Now, what happened?"
"All right, I'll tell you. Someone put an Eros Potion in your hot chocolate back in the library; it happened before I got there."
"An Eros Potion…I think I've heard of it, but I can't recall it off hand."
"That's because it's not taught anywhere. It's a very evil potion. Whoever drinks it… well…their sex drive increases by a factor of ten!"
"Are you serious? So that's why I…I…I just grabbed you like that."
"I guess so," he chuckled, "Maybe you just thought I was cute?"
"You're more than cute," she giggled and kissed his lips.
"I wonder who put it in my cup."
"I already know," he answered.
"You do?"
"Yes, it was Malfoy."
"Are you serious?" she gasped.
"Yes. The sick bastard had the gall to gloat right in front of me. He showed up right after you ran out of the library. He admitted to spiking your hot chocolate and said…"
Harry's jaw clenched, and he was trying very hard not to get angry.
"What?" Hermione prodded. He looked down at her with sad eyes.
"…that by the time the potion wore off, you'd be the premier tramp of the entire school!"
"The slimy piece of…" Hermione was the one growling now, but Harry quieted her down.
"Don't worry, Mione, I shut him up good!"
"Do tell!" she cooed at seeing the evil smirk on his lips.
"Basically, I used his head for a sandwich between a bookcase and my fist. Knocked the scum flat on his ass!"
"So, did he tell you the antidote for the Eros Potion because I don't feel any of the effects anymore," Hermione stated. Harry's face was filled with relief.
"No, to be honest, there is no antidote to an Eros Potion; however, there is a way to undo it. The person who was infected must sleep with the person who gave it to them."
"You mean Malfoy and I would've had to…" Hermione nearly turned green.
"Yes, that's why the Eros Potion is never taught. It is actually considered a form of rape in the magical world."
"But, I feel fine now. What happened?"
"Well, after I dealt with Malfoy, I raced back to the Common Room to look for you. As you know, I found you flaunting this sweet body of yours in every guys' face. I put an immobilizing charm on you, and then Ginny and I brought you up here. After that, we went to see Madam Pomfrey. When we told her what happened, she immediately took us to see Professor Dumbledore."
"Goodness, if she was worried, then that potion must be really serious."
"When we told Dumbledore about what happened, he reiterated that there wasn't a known antidote for an Eros Potion."
"So, what did you do?"
"Dumbledore reminded me that my mother's love protected me from Voldemort's dark magic. He also said that love is an ancient and powerful counteragent against evil spells and potions. Therefore, he concluded that if you were to sleep with someone who loves you then the potion would become nullified!"
"And that was you," she sighed and stroked his cheek. Harry blushed sheepishly.
"Yes, but I didn't want to do it originally. I didn't want to use you like that; I was afraid that you'd hate me. Plus, in order for it to work, you would have to love the person you were with as well. I didn't know how you felt about me."
"So who convinced you?" she prodded.
"Believe it or not, it was Ginny. She told me to stop fighting my feelings for you and tell you how I really felt. I kept saying we were just friends, but she reminded me that we're closer with each other than anyone else."
"I see your point, Harry, we know each other so well."
"Yes, and we would give up anything to protect each other. The clincher was when I said that you were wonderful and could have anyone you wanted. Someone would have to be an idiot to not want you. Then she came back and said, 'Then look in the mirror idiot!'"
Hermione giggled happily and nuzzled her face into his neck.
"And so you finally came to your senses."
"I didn't know how you felt about me, but I couldn't stand to see you like that. I had no choice. If the effects of the Eros Potion are not met, the effected person will be driven insane by the sensations."
"Harry…" she hugged him tightly, "…thank you, my love, you saved me from a fate worse than death."
"Mione, I will never let anything happen to you…" he cupped her chin in his hand and lifted it up.
"…you're a part of me; you're my heart and soul."
"I love you, Harry."
"I love you too, Hermione."
"What about Malfoy?" He pulled her closer and tucked the blankets around them.
"Don't worry, he'll be punished for his crimes; I'll see to that. Let's just get some rest now okay?"
"Um…Harry?" she asked sweetly.
"What is it?"
"Didn't you say that the effects of the Eros Potion should be neutralized by now?"
"They should be. What's wrong?" he said worriedly.
Hermione slithered her arms up around his neck and pressed her body up against him.
"I'm getting hot again, love, I think I need you again," she purred seductively.
Harry grinned wryly, and he cupped her breasts in his hands. It wasn't the potion doing it; it was just Hermione's own hunger for him.
"Well then, we must make sure that we get rid of all of it, right?" he snickered.
"Most definitely, make sure and be very thorough," she sighed as his hands stroked her curves.
"I plan to be, Mione, trust me," and he pulled the covers over them.
Hermione couldn't stop giggling, but it soon changed to moans and screams of ecstasy as Harry took into the heavens another four times before the night was over.
Author's Notes: Finally got this story posted right. Thanks a lot to portkey's moderators for their help. I'm not sure yet if I'm going to continue this, but I'm thinking about it.