AN: it's really been an eternity, hasn't it? Anyway, enjoy!
Oh, and for the people wanting to review in Dutch (Nederlands) or French (français) go right ahead! I appreciate you trying to leave a note in English, but if you're not sure of it, just write it in those languages, I'll understand! I know reading and writing are two completely different things… Any other language is going to be a problem though…
Ok, a little bit of warning: I know the scene following here does not appear in the movie at all. It is maybe a bit questionable about ethics and consensus on certain parties… Especially in our days. The period that this takes place in, though, would never acknowledge this as an assault. I'm taking a leap here, because I don't consider this rape at all… But experience taught me that some people will take offence in everything, so I come prepared. This is a warning for very sensitive people… Some actions described in this chapter could offend them…
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Chapter 28
Harry sensed an hesitation on Hermione's part while they were kissing. He knew something was on her mind, but for some reason she wouldn't tell him. It irked him, since he didn't think she'd try to pull this façade of strict and proper woman on him… Maybe he wanted to know what she was thinking, not just because of his curiosity…
As much as he wanted her right now, he felt doubt about taking her to bed… It felt like she didn't really… She wasn't really there… It felt odd, and wrong, and painfully irritating.
Groaning, he pushed away. Looking into her startled eyes, he thought he saw fear in her expression. Not really caring at this moment, he frowned:
"There is something on your mind, I don't know why you won't admit it…"
Hermione looked away, but stayed silent.
"Very well, I'm gone…" Without a glance back at her, he vanished.
Harry felt tired once he apparated into his room. While he disrobed, he wondered what irked him so much. She seemed distant, and part of him wanted nothing more than to make her feel something. Not physically hurt her of course, more like pounding a part of him into her, making her scream of pleasure, making her unable to think of anything but him, making her lose all of that bloody restraint, once and for all!
Of course, these thoughts did nothing to appease him, making him ache for her all the more. Cursing his luck, he concentrated on probing the magic in the house, realising she still had the locking and silencing spell intact on her room. Apparating back, he took her by surprise.
She was standing in front of the fire, the book on the floor evidence of her startled reaction out of her chair. She had been reading… reading! While he had been going nearly crazy, she had been able to read quietly in front of the bloody hearth!
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Hermione was startled quite thoroughly when she heard the pop again. She had changed into her nightclothes, sorry about her inability of overcoming her fear. To ease the emotions coursing to her, she had taken a book she had loved to read since she'd started working here. It was 'Hogwarts, A History'
It lay on the ground now, testifying of her startled response to the second arrival of Harry… A much more uncovered Harry…
Blushing she saw that all he was wearing were his underpants… and his glasses… Well, of course, she had seen more of him, obviously, but never just like this… They were always close and… busy at the time… And more importantly, never outside of the firelight… He must have been in the middle of undressing when he decided to come back… and he didn't seem very happy to see her…
Ahem, well, to be correct, at least one part did seem eager to be meeting again. Shaking her head, Hermione frowned upon her own thought process: it wouldn't lead anywhere productive… Rationally speaking of course… Oh, nothing made sense! Like always when she didn't know the perfect thing to say or ask, she remained silent, waiting for him to explain himself.
This didn't seem to calm him down though, but he headed on anyway.
"For Merlin sakes, say something! Anything! Be mad for me interrupting your privacy, for example… Blame me for something, but don't just say there's nothing bothering you when obviously, there is!"
Hermione couldn't… She wanted to tell him everything that was on her mind, but she knew… She'd hurt him, and that was the last thing she wanted to do… Besides, everything was just such chaos in her head right now, she couldn't tell him anything, even if she wanted…
Uttering a sound of frustration, Harry took a step towards her, and involuntarily she took a step back, hitting the wall next to the hearth. He didn't seem to notice her surprised expression, her eyes wide open in apprehension, or if he did, it only fuelled him more. Crashing his lips on hers, he intoxicated her with a fiery kiss.
At first, Hermione tried to escape, not feeling capable of tolerating such passion. But soon it consumed her, making her melt against him, and letting him control her body as long as the fire in her veins burned continuously. He pressed into her, making her swoon with the hard warmth of his body. Gripping her wrists that had been raised to his chest to push him away, he pulled away.
His hold was firm enough not to let her escape though, and she watched him through warm eyes.
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Harry couldn't restrain this burning longing, when he looked down at her deliciously ravished lips. Her whole expression was such a testament of everything she was not to the outside world. There she was a sober Muggelborn witch. With pride and strict decorum. Showing off everything to become a perfectly respectable spinster.
But here in front of him, she was a being of passion, of losing restrains gradually. Her wet gaze, pleading for Merlin knows what, held the definition of desire… Her hair, glittering gold, loose, just like he liked it most: as wild as ever…
With just a glance, he extinguished the few candles still burning, reverting to the safe harbouring magic of Firelight. This show of wandless magic again made her surprised, but he knew now he wouldn't get anything out of her this evening, not even questions. Obviously, she didn't want to talk.
Irrationally, Harry wanted to punish her for this. Why, he didn't know… Hadn't he hated it when she'd spoken before, out of place… Hadn't he hated it when she was right, when she showed him his faults in raising Lily the way he was? So it probably was best if she kept silent.
Unable to let his rational thoughts sway his mood, he brought her to her bed, dropping her on it. Insanity… That was what was becoming of him. He had her every night now, in the firelight, since that first encounter. But still it wasn't enough. Why did she consume him so?
Lowering himself to her also, he watched her breathing a tad more rapidly. If it was from fear or excitement: he couldn't be sure. Deciding she wouldn't tell him anyway, if he were to ask, he would use a different way to get his answer. Smiling darkly at her, she saw her eyes widen a bit, but she didn't move.
Giving her one last kiss on the lips, one she didn't refuse, he slid of the bed, kneeling in front of the bed. Grabbing her hips, he dragged them to the edge. Still she didn't say anything… Lying there without reacting to anything he did, except for her breathing speeding up, made Harry's irritation flare again.
He sat in front of her knees, his hands pushing them slightly apart. She still didn't resist, nor said anything to make him stop. Grabbing the hem of her night robe, he decided to see once and for all if she was this compliant out of fear, or if her silence was out of sheer stubbornness. Ripping the thin cloth, until he could clearly see what he wanted to, he felt surprise… This wasn't what he expected. It was much more…
His hands laid on her thighs which were quivering lightly. And it was more than clear now, that they were quivering from desire… For him… Unable to tear his gaze away, he was transfixed by the vision in front of him.
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Hermione scrunched up her eyes, damning her body. She prayed for the strength not to want him this much, but her heart was supporting her compliance, and there was nothing she could do.
Sparkling feelings had been warming the regions between her hips the moment he had kissed her the first time that evening. The short reprieve from his presence had barely suppressed those feelings until he'd apparated back.
Since then, her body had been as liquid, barely holding everything together. She had felt like little bolts of lightening, pleasurable bolts, had been striking at her private parts, when he attacked her as a starving man would a feast. When he'd made her lie down on her bed, she'd had no idea what he was going to do next.
His actions surprised her, and she laid still, staring up unseeing, as she didn't know what else to do. When she heard him rip her old night robe, she surprised herself by feeling a very pleasurable shiver run through her. Even the imaginary echo of the tissue ripping made her heart jump, and liquid pool even more between her thighs…
Being exposed to air like this was a slightly different sensation, and made her feel like a bit of a harlot… scarlet woman, but at the same time, it made her want to scream at him to do something, anything, because his halting of actions made her feel torturous pleasure…
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