Rain by Zanarkand

Rating: NC17
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 31/05/2004
Last Updated: 31/05/2004
Status: Completed

Hermione finds Harry sitting on the roof of the astronomy tower on the eve of the final battle
with Voldemort. The two realize that this is may be their last opportunity to express their true
feelings for each other. Will they take that chance and finally say what has been on their minds
for the past several years?




1. Rain
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**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.