Knowledge
Rating: NC-17.
Genre: Romance/None.
Summary: They knew each other more than they thought. It was time to take it to the next level. My first time with smut. PWP of sorts.
A/N: This is dedicated to my muse (and my love) Liv.
He heard the door of his bedroom open. Through a small gap in the closed curtains around his bed, he saw Neville leaving the room, and someone coming in.
As he heard the slow steps getting nearer to his bed, he was sure it was her. He knew her too much. Even the way she tentatively walked to him, whenever he was feeling bad.
He wasn't surprised to see it was really her. He lowered his head, trying to cover the tears that were falling from his eyes.
She saw him lower his head, and she knew he was trying to hide his tears. She knew it from experience of the many losses he had endured until now. She also knew that all of the previous losses were nothing near this one.
He had lost his best friend to Voldemort.
She had also lost her best friend, but she was trying to act strong, maybe for the sake of her other best friend. She knew he was feeling guilty. And she also knew he wouldn't want her to cry.
She knew him way too much.
He felt her arms wrapping around him, in the same comforting hug she would always give him when something was bed. He felt her sweet fragrance as their bodies came closer one another.
His tears subsided. He knew it was because she was here. It had always been like this.
They pulled slightly apart. He looked into her eyes.
She knew what he was asking with that look.
"Ginny is feeling a little better, so she stayed down there to comfort Luna."
He nodded. They both knew Ginny had also wanted her to check on him.
He looked into her eyes again, asking another silent question. He knew she would understand him again.
"I am feeling fine, as much as one can be after losing a best friend."
She looked back at him, mimicking his last actions.
"I am fine too."
He looked away when he spoke. She knew he would never look away, unless he was lying.
"You are lying."
"I can not hide anything from you, can I?"
"No."
They both knew where this conversation was going. Harry was going to keep saying he was fine, and that he just needed some rest. Then, he would stay on his room for days, blaming himself for what happened. Hermione didn't want that to happen again.
"I know you are probably thinking it was your fault, Harry, but it was not."
He knew she was going to say that.
"Whose fault is it, then? You won't tell me that Voldemort killed Ron just because he didn't like red hair."
It sounded a lot worse than he wanted. He immediately regretted talking like that to her. He knew she was feeling hurt.
"I'm sorry, Hermione, I didn't mean to…"
"It is okay, Harry. I know you did not mean to."
Realization dawned on her, and she realized they both knew this whole conversation. It was just like the same movie, replayed every time someone died.
"I knew you were going to say that."
She was surprised to notice he had realized the same thing.
"We know each other too much."
He nodded. She gave him a forced smile and got up from his bed.
"I think you want to be left alone, then."
She didn't want to leave him alone, but that was the way it always ended. She had never been able to take him out of his dorm when someone died. She would never give up, but he would always stay locked up there.
At least, she could be proud that she was the only one he would answer too, even when Ron was alive.
"I don't know me as well as you think, then."
His answer surprised her, and it showed on her face. She saw the shadow of a smirk cross his face, but it faded soon.
"I'm amazed the mighty Hermione Granger doesn't know something."
She opened her mouth to reply, but he didn't let her. He wanted to finish what he had started.
He had started to tell her about his feelings for her.
He hadn't planned on doing this. But the loss of Ron was too much. He didn't want Hermione to go away. Not now.
"The mighty Hermione Granger doesn't know how much the Boy-Who-Lived needs her."
She wasn't expecting him to say that. Surprised really didn't make justice to her current status.
She gathered her courage, and once again looked straight into his eyes. She knew he would understand.
"Yes, I'm saying exactly what you think I'm saying."
He moved closer to her, and gently pulled her again into the bed.
"Like you said, we know each other too much. I just want to know it all."
She smiled slightly at his joke. It was just too weird to smile at that time, when her best friend had just died, but she couldn't help it.
After all, her other best friend, and secret love of three years, was now kissing her.
He was surprised at his own boldness. He had never given any indication of his feelings for her, since they had awakened. He had never kissed a girl other than Cho Chang, and that was a kiss he definitely wanted to forget.
And here he was, kissing Hermione. On his bed, nonetheless.
She could feel the passion stored in that kiss. She could feel years of hidden feelings passing through their lips. She just didn't know those years tasted so good.
It's a shame the human being needs air to survive.
They pulled apart. When their breaths recovered, they stared at each other silently.
He was wondering what he had done. The sudden burst of courage had gone away and now he was afraid. He was afraid that his feelings could put Hermione in danger. He remembered that was exactly the reason he had never confessed to her.
"I was right back there."
Her voice snapped him out of his thoughts, and looked at her questioningly.
"You are not a bad kisser."
Before he could reply to it, she had covered his lips with hers again. He wanted to stop it. He didn't want to put her in more danger. It was enough that Ron had died.
He couldn't understand why he found himself unable to pull his lips apart.
She had never wondered why God had the stupid idea of making people breathe.
"Hermione, we can't do this."
She knew what he was going to say. He thought he was going to put her in danger if they got together. She remembered that he tried to push Ron and her away, at the end of the fifth year, because he was afraid their closeness to him could put them in danger. She and Ron had refused the idea, obviously.
The hell she was going to let him do it now.
"Harry… You said you wanted to know it all. And that is exactly what I want, too."
She pointed her wand to the door, and he heard her muttering some kind of charm. He even thought about complaining. But he quickly dismissed the idea.
'Just try to get near her, Tommy, and you'll learn the meaning of the word trouble.'
She saw his eyes darken, before his lips crashed on hers again in a forceful kiss. Their hands worked on each other, trying to divest them of their clothes. She moaned when his hands pressed against her breasts, and jerked her hips on his in response. He groaned, and she did it again. She felt his hips going up in response this time.
The sight of her breasts was too enticing for him, and when she removed her bra, he instantly attached his mouth to her already erect nipple. Her moans gave him a strange sensation of power, and he thought he could spend the rest of his life doing that. But he wasn't going to stand that much.
He pulled his mouth away from her breast, and looked at her, asking for permission to finish it. She nodded. She guided him to her entrance, and he slowly entered her. He felt the barrier, and looked at her again. She nodded again, and he did it.
She whimpered as he broke her hymen. He felt very guilty at causing her pain. She kissed him, as if telling him it was not his fault. They stood like that, until she moved against him, and he moved back.
He kissed her neck, and moved his hand on her belly, while the two of them were trying to find a rhythm together. She moved her hands on his hair, as if trying to bring him even closer to her. He started to pick on his pace, and felt her hips moving to meet his. He was near it, but he knew he wasn't supposed to go alone. She had to feel it too.
She opened her eyes, and looked at him. Sweat was falling from his brow, and the messy hair was even messier. Even like that, she had never seen him so beautiful. It was strange how they had come to be like they were now. But it felt right.
He opened his eyes, and saw her looking at him. They both knew what that meant. They knew each other completely now.
And then, he let himself go. And she went with him.
She opened her eyes first. He was still within her, but she didn't move. She kept looking at him, until he moved.
"That was most unexpected."
She had said to him exactly the same thing he had thought.
"Took the words out of my mouth."
"That shows how much I know you, Mr. Potter. I would not doubt my knowledge of you now."
"I don't doubt it. But I think you still need to know something else."
She raised an eyebrow at him.
"I love you."
She smiled as he leaned in to kiss her again. They took their time with it, before pulling apart.
"I love you too, Mr. Potter. Do you think you can handle that knowledge?"
He moved his hips against her again, and she unconsciously responded to his movement.
"Yeah, I think I can handle that."
A/N: Smut is too hard to write. I give up. Take it easy on the flames. * goes back to PG-13 fanfiction *