Rain

A/N: I don't exactly know what possessed me to write this story, but I guess you could say that the challenge was somewhat appealing. A few of my friends who are more experienced in writing these kinds of stories say it takes some talent to be able pull one off and have it be enjoyable. So I guess you could say that this is my attempt at it. I hope you enjoy the story.

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Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter characters. They are the property of J.K. Rowling, Warner Bros., etc. No money was made from the creation of this story.

Rain

Harry rested against the stonewall that fenced around the roof of the astronomy tower. He leaned his head against the rough stone and looked up into the night sky. He could see the clouds gracefully moving above with the soft breeze, subtly blocking the light of the full moon. He released a heavy sigh and took in a deep breath, the scent of rain gradually saturating the air.

He liked the rain. He liked the sound it made when it made contact with the earth. He liked the feeling it sent through his body when it landed his skin, almost like a gentle massage. He liked the rain for it made him feel clean; washing away the troubling thoughts that constantly consumed his mind. It hadn't rain for quite sometime, and he was desperately overdue for his therapy.

Harry then heard something rustling near him and he instinctively reached into his robes, extracting his wand. His eyes focused on the large wooden door that led to the stairwell, his wand trained on it, the incantation of a curse ready to be spoken. He watched the door slowly open and with a sigh of relief, he lowered his wand and placed it back inside his robes.

She walked cautiously out towards him; a look of concern covered her face. She took a seat next to him and took in a nervous breath. She pressed her knees against her chest, and wrapped her arms around them, as if trying to maker herself as small as she could. She rested her chin on her knee and looked out of the corner of her eye at him.

“Are you feeling all right?” Hermione asked softly.

“I'm feeling okay,” he replied.

“Are you sure?” she asked again, lifting her head to look at him. “Dumbledore told you a lot of information tonight.”

“I'm feeling okay, Hermione,” he answered in a reassuring voice while he gave her a firm nod. “Believe me, I am.”

“But Harry,” she exclaimed, urgency growing in her voice. “Aren't you worried at all? You're supposed to face V-Voldemort tomorrow…and you're supposed to go alone.”

“I know, Hermione,” he replied in a calm voice. “I understand what I need to do.”

“Then how can you be so calm?” she asked timidly, the urgency still lingering in her voice. “How could you sit like that? Don't know what could possibly happen to you tomorrow?”

Harry knew exactly what could happen. He knew this day would inevitably come. If fate were on his side, he'd be able to return to Hogwarts and try to live a seemingly normal life. If fate weren't on his side, he'd finally get a chance to reunite with his parents. Though for some reason, he wasn't entirely sure why he couldn't explain his reasoning to her. But even if he could, he knew she wouldn't accept it. He opened his mouth and attempted to several times, but eventually, a gentle lopsided grin formed on his lips when he realized its futility.

“How could you smile at a time like this?” she cried as she quickly stood to her feet, her body shuddering. “You could die tomorrow? Don't you realize that? Don't you realize that tomorrow could be your last day? Don't know realize that tonight may be your last night? Don't you realize that this could be the last conversation we ever have? Don't you realize that tonight…that tonight….”

She turned her back to him, her body trembling even harder. She wrapped her arms around herself and tried her best to regain whatever composure she had left, but failed in doing so. Her emotions wouldn't allow her to. Her emotions refused to allow her to. She couldn't hide her fear that this could be the last time she would ever saw him.

“I'm sorry, Hermione,” she heard him whisper from behind her as his arms wrapped around her stomach, gently hugging her against his chest. She released a trembling sigh as she rested back against him, leaning her head against his shoulder.

Harry affectionately rubbed the side of her head with his cheek, enjoying the feeling of her soft bushy hair against his face. He noticed a delicate aroma emanating from her hair that he never noticed before. He couldn't quite place the fragrance, but was surprised that he had never noticed it before.

There were many things that he had failed to notice about his best friend. Well in actuality, they were things that he refused to acknowledge. He refused to acknowledge how beautiful she had grown over the past few years. He refused to acknowledge how much he appreciated her friendship. He refused to acknowledge how wonderful it felt to be around her. He especially refused to acknowledge the electricity that ran through his body when he touched her.

Harry knew that he was in love with Hermione Granger. The feeling had grown within him for the longest time; however, after learning of his prophecy and the impending doom that it brought about those he loved, he knew he could never subject her to such risk. He tried his best to distance himself from her during their last two years at Hogwarts, but she would never let him go, constantly being there when he needed her most. She was the voice of his conscience, the keeper of his heart, and the key to his happiness, even if she wasn't aware of it.

“It's raining,” Hermione whispered, causing Harry to snap out of his daze. He looked up towards the sky and felt the little droplets fall onto his face. “Do you want to go back inside?” she asked as she gently turned in his arms so that she was facing him.

“Would you mind if we stayed out here?” he replied, the rain gradually falling harder.

“I don't mind,” she said with a smile, her eyes were locked on his.

She loved staring into his eyes. He had always tried to keep his emotions locked up inside him, but no matter how hard he tried, his eyes would always give them away. By looking into his eyes, she knew what he was thinking, she knew what he was feeling, but most of all she knew what he needed. However this time, she saw something within them that she never seen before. She saw a raw emotion that she couldn't describe but knew exactly how it felt for she felt the same emotion burning inside her.

Harry lowered his head to hers and gently captured her lips in a soft, but brief kiss. Harry wasn't entirely sure if he done something he shouldn't have. He had let his guard down and for the first time since Sirius' death, he allowed his emotions to take control. He looked into her eyes, hoping to find a sign, but was completely taken aback by what happened next. Hermione Granger had closed the few inches that separated their lips, and kissed him fully, her arms wrapped around his neck, holding him desperately.

Harry ran his hand through her now damp hair and gently caressed the back of her neck. She gently opened her mouth and released a moan into his. He took this as his opportunity and softly pushed his tongue into her mouth. His tongue lightly grazed her, causing her tongue to retract slightly at first. Though on a second pass, she accepted him, allowing their tongues to caress in her mouth.

Harry broke the kiss, realizing that the two had forgotten to breathe during their exchange. He noticed that her cheeks were now a bright pink. He wasn't sure if it was because of the kiss they had shared or because of how much colder it had gotten, but he was willing to accept a compromise of the two. He gave her a grin and she returned it with one of her own.

Hermione then closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, knowing that she had to make something clear before anything else happened. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. She was terrified for such a step could destroy the friendship that they had built for the past seven years. She opened her eyes and looked into his. She could always find her confidence in his eyes and she knew she had to muster some up.

“I…I love you, Harry,” she whispered so quietly that Harry wasn't able to hear exactly what she said. Though he didn't need to; he knew exactly what she said.

“I love you too, Hermione,” he whispered back with a warm smile as he gently rested his forehead against hers. Her arms tightened around his neck, buying her face into his chest. He felt her shudder against him, a muffled sniffle escaping her. He responded by tightening his hold on her. Now it was his turn to be nervous.

“Um…Hermione…can I ask you something?”

She pulled her face away from his chest, revealing her reddened eyes, and looked up at him. “Anything,” she replied.

“Will you…er…stay with me tonight?” he asked her nervously.

Hermione pulled herself out of his arms and looked sincerely into his eyes. Harry took in a deep breath, utterly worried that he had just ruined the one friendship that mattered most to him. He gazed into her eyes, searching for her response. A soothing smile formed on her delicate lips as she gently slipped her robes off, allowing it to fall to the ground, revealing her lavender nightgown to him.

Harry stood there speechless, his eyes fixed on her nightgown. The rain, which he once adored was now cursing him, for each drop caused a portion of her nightgown stick to her body, allowing her beautiful body to take form before his eyes. His restraints were being tested and he knew that it wouldn't be long before he lost control.

Hermione didn't mind his stare all too much. In fact, she enjoyed it immensely. Never in her life had she ever dreamed that Harry would look at her in such a way. She never would considered herself as a person who would dominate her partner, but she truly enjoyed the power that she had over him. Though being new to all of this, it still didn't mean that she wasn't slightly embarrassed.

“Do you like what you see?” she asked somewhat timidly. By this time, Hermione's nightgown was nothing more than another layer of skin.

“I…I…um…I d-do,” Harry stuttered, incredibly relieved that he still had his robes on for it concealed his arousal. “I like it…very much.”

Hermione took a few leisurely steps forward and closed the distance between them, wanting Harry to make the first advancement. Her want was immediately answered. His mouth fitted with hers perfectly as his arms enveloped her, pulling her as close as he could. She couldn't help a shiver from running up her spine when she felt his arousal against her thigh. She couldn't wait until it came into play, but knew that she had to.

From her studies of such interactions, she knew that there was usually certain criterion that must be done beforehand. Foreplay she believed was what the action was called and it was used to heighten as well as prepare the two for their sexual interaction. Hermione broke their kiss and gently shook her head, trying to turn off her logic. Logic wasn't what she needed now; it was the man she loved.

Harry wasn't entire sure how, but the two maneuvered themselves so that he was sitting on the floor of the astronomy tower with her straddling his lap, she somehow managing to remove his robes during their movements so they could use it to protect themselves form the rough surface of the floor. Though giving their current situation, Harry didn't care for an explanation. He knew that his arousal was up against her inner thigh, and was curious to see if she would take notice of it.

Hermione did and in turn gave Harry a mischievous grin before she hungrily attacked his neck with her mouth, playfully licking, biting, and kissing it. Harry couldn't stop from shivering as she did so, never experiencing anything like it before. As she did this, her hands moved to his shirt and fumbled through the buttons, accidentally ripping one off every now and then. When she had accomplished undoing them all, she removed his shirt, exposing his chest to her.

Harry ran his hands up and down her back, teasingly caressing her soaked nightgown against her. Hermione took in a hesitant breath as she raised her arms above her head. Harry knew what this meant and proceeded to take hold of her nightgown. His eyes moved back to hers, wanting reassurance before proceeding. She gave him a soft but firm nod and Harry started to lift the drenched cloth.

His eyes traveled with his hands, focusing on the smooth fair skin that was slowly being uncovered. His eyes lingered on her white cotton knickers for a few seconds, before his gaze continued to travel up her body, mesmerized by the curve of her hips, her well-defined stomach, her tantalizing bellybutton. Though Harry's eyes and hands stopped before he reached her breasts. He knew that she didn't have any underwear covering them and desperately wanted her approval before continuing.

Hermione closed her eyes and gave him a quick nod, preparing herself for what was to come next. She felt her gown being pulled over her head and heard it fall to the floor of the tower. She wanted to open her eyes to see his reaction towards her body, but she feared that reaction. It wasn't news to her that many girls after Cho Chang had thrown themselves at him in hopes to possess him and he being a teenage boy, it was safe to awesome that he occasionally browsed through Muggle pornography. She feared that being compared to the sights that Harry may have seen, her breasts might seem small and insignificant.

Though what she felt next wasn't something she was prepared for, causing her to release a loud moan, nearly losing her composure. Harry had taken her right nipple into his mouth and started suckling on it tenderly while his arms wrapped around her. Hermione opened her eyes and looked down upon him, placing her hands onto his shoulders. Harry lovingly and skillfully ran his tongue against her nipple, teasing the tip with each stroke. He moved his right hand to her left breast and gently started to massage it, running his thumb tenderly over her hardened nipple.

Hermione wondered where he had learned how to perform so well, though she wasn't entirely sure if she wanted to know. She didn't want to think about his previous experiences. All she wanted to do was focus on their experience together. She felt his teeth gently take hold of her nipple as his tongue attacked it with a steady pattern of short and long licks. Her fingers dug slightly into his shoulders as she released another moan. She looked up towards the night sky, enjoying both the pleasures of Harry and the rain.

Harry pulled her lips away from her nipple, causing a soft whimper to escape her lips. He gave her a devilish grin as he gently kissed top of her chest, leaving a trail of kisses behind as he traveled to her left breast. His hand tenderly squeezed her breast, causing her nipple to grow in sensitivity, before taking it eagerly into his mouth. Harry then moved his left hand forward to continue stimulating her right breast, wanting to make sure that he gave each breast the same attention.

After a few moments, Harry pulled his lips away from her breast and looked deeply into her eyes. She gave him a warm smile before lowering her head to his and taking him in another passionate kiss, their tongues wrestling. His hands returned to her back and he gently lowered her so that she was laying on his robes, letting her use his left arm as a pillow. She snuggled up against him, feeling his right hand mischievously caress her stomach.

Hermione released a soft moan into his mouth when she felt his hand migrate towards her inner thighs. She knew where he was moving and her embarrassment got the better of her, causing her close her legs tightly, denying him access. Harry broke their kiss and gave her and pleading look. She gazed into his eyes and after what seemed like a silent conversation she hesitantly opened her legs. Harry gave her soothing smile before devouring her lips, returning his hand to her inner thigh.

This was much more than Hermione had ever bargained or wished for. She had come up to the astronomy tower with the intention of expressing her true feelings for The-Boy-Who-Lived and comforting him if he needed it. She was prepared for a rejection, but what she received was far beyond her wildest imagination. She was going to make love to the man of her inner most dreams; her unicorn, the man she believed with all of her heart and soul that she would never ever catch.

Hermione took in a quick breath when she felt his fingers gently rub her through her knickers. Her body stiffened slightly, but soon relaxed as she got used to the pleasure she was feeling. She has masturbated in the past, but never before had anything she ever did feel as wonderful as what Harry was doing now. The wetness between her legs started to grow with each pass of his fingers, her deep breaths slowly turning into low, throaty moans.

Harry was very gentle with his movements, knowing that where they had ventured into was uncharted territory. He wanted to take it slowly, allowing her body time to adjust to the stimulation. When he felt that it was appropriate, he increased the pressure and speed, feeling her grow more and more aroused through her knickers. Though his slow pace was starting to get the better of him, eating away at the restraint. He then took in a deep breath as his fingers pulled her knickers aside, allowing him to insert two fingers into her.

Hermione shut her eyes tightly and released a cry of pure ecstasy, her back arching slightly. Her mind was spinning. Never in her dreams could she have ever imagined the pleasure she was experiencing to be so intense. Harry was incredibly pleased with her reaction, but took another hard hit to his restraint when he learned how hot and wonderful she felt inside. He needed to take his mind off it, so he lowered his head and gently started to kiss and suck on the soft flesh of her neck, adding to the unbelievable sensation that she felt inside her.

Harry slowly started to move her fingers in and out of her, causing her to let out moan after moan. She steadily moved her hips with the beat of his fingers, grinding them into her, making love with them. Harry gulped hard as he watched move her body, her hands gripping his robes so tightly that her knuckles turned white. His eyes traveled down her beautiful body and came to focus on his fingers. He felt his mouth water at the sight and he knew what he had to do next.

He gently removed his arm from behind her head and started to shower her body with kisses, slowly making his way south, never once breaking the motion of his fingers. Hermione couldn't help but show a radiant smile as she watched and felt his mouth make wonderful contact with her skin. She released her grip from his robes, a tingling feeling rushing through her hands as she ran them through his wet hair, lightheartedly massaging his head.

Harry stopped his fingers and slowly pulled them out when he reached the top of her knickers. He playfully gave her navel another juicy kiss before proceeding to take the elastic band of her knickers with his teeth. Hermione giggled as she watched him struggle with her knickers; he looked simply adorable. She raised her hips to make it easier for him, but he was struggling. He read about this in one of the Romance novels he borrowed from Ginny, but never did he imagine that it would be this difficult. After a few failures, he gave into his frustration and quickly pulled her knickers off with his hand.

Harry gazed down at her opening in awe; completely surprised to see that she had shaved her pubic hair. Though his eyes soon moved down to her delicate folds, the watery feeling in his mouth immediately returning. Hermione rested her head back against his robes and anxiously waited for him to say something, his persistent silence causing her to grow nervous. She was on the verge on barking an order at him when she felt his tongue and fingers furiously attack her. Harry was on the verge of losing control, his arousal throbbing within his pants.

Hermione gritted her teeth as she tried to suppress a scream. Even though they were located on at the top of the astronomy tower, her exclamations of passion would certainly attract the attention of at least half the school. The combination of his fingers, twisting and turning in and out of her, and his tongue, fiercely striking her sensitive nub, was too much for her to handle. She gasped and moaned uncontrollably, occasionally screaming his name into the night. Her hands held his head tightly, ensuring that he wouldn't be able to pull away from her.

Harry's mind was racing. He had never experienced such a rush in all of his life, and the feeling grew more intense and more exciting with each moan that escaped his lover's lips. Her bittersweet taste was like nectar to him, the warmth and wetness of her depths, beyond invigorating. He wanted her to fall over the edge. He desperately wanted her to fall into ecstasy she had never dreamed existed. He wanted to show her how much he loved her.

Hermione felt that edge approaching very quickly. Though she didn't want to fall over just yet. There was a part of him she badly wanted and she wanted him to use it to bring her over. Harry knew what she was thinking without needing her to explain and a very bright mischievous grin formed on his glistened lips. He kissed his way up her body, she trembling slightly with each kiss. He gave her a warm smile upon reaching her lips and he gave her a soft kiss. She couldn't explain it, but being able to taste herself on him increased her arousal even more.

Hermione quickly snuck a peak down to the quivering object in Harry's pants. Harry noticed his gaze and without her needing to ask, he swiftly removed his pajama pants and boxers, tossing them hazardless over his shoulder. Hermione's mouth dropped when she finally saw his erection. It looked undoubtedly very delicious, but she was shocked by its size. It was a lot larger than she had previously expected and she was fearful of it not being able to fit inside her.

Harry noticed her hesitation and he took her delicate hand in hers and brought it to him. He released a low groan when her fingers wrapped around his erection, ever so softly squeezing it. It was also a lot harder and hotter than she previously expected, a powerful desire in her wanted to examine it more thoroughly. Harry was pleased to see that his erection was starting to look more welcoming to her, but the glint in her eyes confused him. He wasn't entirely sure if her stares of that of a pleased lover or an intrigued scientist.

Hermione looked up into his eyes and gave him a firm nod. She was ready. Harry carefully positioned himself on top of her, using his arms to prop himself up. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist as her free hand held onto his shoulder, her other hand guiding him towards her opening.

She let out a gentle sigh when she felt the tip of his erection against the smooth folds of her entrance. She released him and gripped his robes, preparing herself to what was to come next. Harry moved his lips to hers and the two kissed wildly as he slowly entered her. He felt her barrier against him and he knew that the next push would cause her some pain. He broke their kiss and looked into her eyes. She knew this as well. He lowered himself, allowing her to wrap her arms tightly around his neck, her face buried into his neck. Harry took in a deep breath and with one hard motion; he pushed his entire length into her, destroying her barrier.

Harry moaned her name loudly. She was incredibly tight, incredibly wet, and it felt so good and so right to be inside her. Though he immediately ignored his pleasure when he felt her warm tears against his neck. Harry gently lowered her head and found several tears streaming from her eyes. He cursed himself for being so consumed with his own pleasure to not take notice of her pain sooner and kissed her tears away. Though despite the sharp pain she felt and it's lingering aftermath, she urged him to move. She wanted him to make love to her.

Harry was unsure at first, but after receiving a firm nod, he slowly retracted his erection and pushed it into her again. Hermione released a strained cry of pain as she felt herself expand and contract, though within moments, the pain had completely subsided and all that was left was her deepest desire. Harry was ecstatic to hear moan in pleasure again, incredibly happy that the pain had passed.

She tightened her legs around his waist, drawing him even deeper to her. His erection fitted perfectly inside her almost as if he was created specifically to make love with her. Harry increased his tempo, moving back and forth and harder and harder, slapping his hips against hers when he buried the full length his erection into her. He tried to control his moans, but all shreds of restraint that he had had left were gone. His cries into the night easily matched hers and soon all that could be heard from the astronomy tower were the slapping of their hips, their shared moans, and the rain showering upon them.

Hermione found it difficult to comprehend at first, the pleasure completely overpowering her ability think, that she was making love with Harry Potter. The wonderful man she met seven years ago on the Hogwarts Express. He was so adorable, but even more so when she first met him on the train. His hair was tossed messily about, something he's never tried to train to this night, his clothes were several sizes too big, and he had the look of pure innocence in his large green eyes. They were both innocent then and when looking back, she would have never in her wildest dreams predict that they would end up like this, both in complete rapture, ravaging each other.

Harry felt Hermione clench her inner walls around him, nearly causing him to lose himself. He tried his best to gain control, not wanting to end their pleasure just yet. He tried to focus his mind on anything but Hermione, but his thoughts always found a way back to her. Studying in the library…Hermione, visiting Hogsmeade…Hermione, the falling rain…Hermione, the hard floor…Hermione. He gritted his teeth has he moaned her name yet again, knowing that at any moment he would explode.

Hermione felt herself returning to the edge. In fact, she felt like she was already standing over it, teetering erratically on one toe, ready for release. She suddenly shut her eyes and unleashed a series of high-pitched wails. Her hands quickly went to his robes as she arched her back, trying with all her might to control the merciless convulsions that ran through her entire being. Her inner muscles clenched even tighter around Harry's erection, not wanting him to pull out just yet. She was there and it came so hard that her body refused to let her take in a breath; it only wanting her to focus on the pleasure that was coursing to every inch of her body. And when it was over, she collapsed against his robes, taking in quick shallow breaths as she tried to calm her racing heart and aching muscles.

Harry felt an awesome sensation building up inside him near the base of his erection, and he knew that it was coming. However his control over this sensation was completely decimated when he felt her inner walls clench around him during her height of passion. Harry screamed her name, his voice cracking, as he released shot after shot of his hot liquid deep into her, his body jerking with each shot. When he was empty, he lowered himself onto her, allowing her to feel his full weight on top of her. He buried his face into her warm neck and desperately took in breath after breath of air, trying his best to regain some of his lost strength.

Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tightly against her. Her legs were still wrapped around his waist, his now subsiding erection still buried deep within her. She didn't want them to move just yet. She wanted to saver every second of their union for she didn't know if they would ever have a chance to experience it again.

“I love you, Hermione Granger,” he whispered into her ear after what seemed like a long silence, he noticing that it had stopped raining. “I love you with all of my heart.”

“I love you too, Harry Potter,” she whispered back, she feeling heated tears form around her eyes. “I will always love you.”

Harry released a soft snicker as he propped himself back up with his arms, causing a warm smile to form on her face. He lowered his lips to hers and they kissed tenderly. After breaking their kiss, he lowered his head and gently nudged the side of hers with his, gently taking in the aroma of her hair once again. His eyes then suddenly grew wide when he finally recognized the smell.

“Vanilla,” he muttered softly with a grin.

“Pardon me, Harry?” Hermione asked, not quite hearing what he said.

He raised his head so he could look into her soft hazel eyes. “It's nothing, Hermione,” Harry replied with a lopsided grin. “Just realized something that I should have noticed a long time ago.” With that, he lowered his head and kissed her lovingly once more.