The Best Birthday Ever

WARNING: This fic is NC-17. For those of you who are offended by content of a sexual nature, please click the back button on your browsers now.

Well, as it was Harry’s birthday yesterday, I thought it only fitting to write this smutty little one-shot which takes place on that night in Part II of my story (those of you who have read The Path Ahead, you’ll know what I’m referring to). I want you all to keep in mind that this is my first attempt at smut, so please keep that in mind during your reviews. I will delete flames, although I’ll listen to constructive criticism, even if I don’t like it. The first part is a little bit from the story, there does need to be some background to all smut ;) .

Now I know it's pretty short, but let's not forget that it was my first attempt (not to mention Harry and Hermione's first attempts) at stuff of this nature. If I do decide to write more later on, it will be longer, because Harry and Hermione will know more things about each other that they won't have known this time. Now if that didn't make sense to you, well too bad :P .

So, no more babbling from me, hope you enjoy this, written in honor of Mr. Potter’s birthday.

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The Best Birthday Ever

“I did promise you your birthday present early, didn’t I?”

Harry’s brain began reeling with what the implications of that sentence could be. Sitting in his bed with only his boxers, having Hermione tell himTHAT while she was wearing her sheer, red silk nightgown made his blood pressure rise. The only action he was able to make in response was to swallow and force the lump in his throat to shrink slightly. Hermione noticed this and chuckled.

“Unless of course, you don’t want your present?” Harry’s mind immediately snapped back into focus.

“N-n-n-no,” he said trembling slightly. “I just....just....” He trailed off as he saw Hermione was giggling at him.

“You are adorable when you stutter,” she said smiling. Harry felt the blood rush to his cheeks and looked down. “Oh come on, you can’t still be embarrassed in front of me, can you?”

“You’d be surprised,” he muttered.

“You do know that I’m not embarrassed about anything with you anymore, right?” she asked regaining her business-like tone.

“Well, yeah. I’ve just never really had a person before that I could feel so secure with,” Harry replied still facing away from her. Hermione lifted his head to that their gaze was even.

“I know,” she said. “But I love you enough to trust you with my life and then some. Do you not feel the same way?” she added arching her eyebrows.

“I would die for you, Hermione,” he replied taking her hands in his. “There is no one else I would rather be with than you.” A silent tear rolled down Hermione’s cheek as Harry finished this and he wiped it away.

“I know,” was her response. Then a smile flickered onto her face as she cleared her throat. “So...are you ready to stop being embarrassed in front of me?” Harry couldn’t help but blush, but he made sure his eyes stayed focused on hers this time.

“I think so,” he said smiling. This time it was Hermione’s turn to blush slightly.

“That’s more like it,” she said. With that she grabbed her wand from the nightstand and flicked off all the lights.

Harry didn’t have time to react. In one deft move, Hermione had replaced her wand on the nightstand and captured Harry’s lips with her own. He was a little hesitant at first, but all of that went out the window when she opened her mouth to him. Not missing a beat, he opened his mouth in response, their tongues entwining in the most passionate of kisses. True, they had experienced this before, but it was different now. This time it held so much more, with the knowledge of what was to come.

“Harry...” Hermione moaned into his mouth softly. He couldn’t help but smile at this. Here they were lying in Harry’s bed doing nothing more than snogging, and she was already moaning for him. Somewhere in the back of his brain he managed to entertain the thought that perhaps she wanted it as much as he did, but that thought was quickly replaced with fact when she grabbed hold of him through his boxer trunks.

“Hermione,” said Harry pulling away hesitantly. Hermione instantly recaptured him, barely giving him time to breathe.

“If you ask me one more time whether I’m okay with this,” she said into his mouth. “I swear I will give you the worst case of sexual frustration known to man.” Harry smiled as his last ounce of reason left him. In one quick move he had his left hand (which had been resting on her hip) up her nightgown, caressing her breasts softly. She moaned her satisfaction into his mouth and he became more firm with his kneading, though not so much as to hurt her. Using his other free hand, he pulled her closer so that now their bodies were pressed up against each other. With the sheer fabric of Hermione’s dress, and the poor job Harry’s boxers were doing of concealing his arousal, this caused them both to become very aware of each other.

“This won’t do,” said Hermione breaking off the kiss. Harry looked at her questioningly, but dismissed his apprehensive thoughts when Hermione pulled her nightgown over her head and threw it in a heap on the floor. This time, instead of pulling close to him, Hermione flipped Harry on his back and straddled him. He immediately became aware that she had been wearing absolutely nothing under her gown.

“Wow,” he whispered pulling her down so that he could kiss her.

“What?” she asked with a smile.

“You’re amazing.”

“We have a problem though,” she said softly.

“What’s that?” Harry asked gruffly. Hermione sat back up and rocked her hips on his arousal, still contained in his boxers. She gave a loose tug on the waistband.

“Rectify this,” she commanded in a sultry voice. Harry hadn’t ever heard her use such force towards him in a lustful tone, but he quickly decided he liked it. In a move that surprised even Hermione, he managed to get his boxers off in under a second while she was still on top of him. She bent forward to kiss him again, making sure she rubbed up against him with her nether regions on the way there.

“Hermione,” Harry gasped as he felt her clit rub against his stiff member. The gasp was quickly stifled by her lips, and as they were kissing, he felt her position herself in way so that it would be easy for him to enter her. His hands moved to her chest and softly squeezed her breasts in such a way that made her moan in pleasure.

Breaking off the kiss, Harry looked her in the eyes, seeking permission one last time. Hermione only smiled in response. Taking that as a good sign, he flipped the two of them over so that he was on top, and placed his tip on her already wet folds. Rubbing her hands on his chest, she smiled and that was all he needed for him to sink down into her.

Both of the lovers gasped when they became united for the first time. Hermione’s was due to the slight pain in her lower abdomen, Harry’s was due to the immense pleasure and completion he felt at being surrounded by her. For fear of causing her pain, he stayed stock-still, but Hermione began to rock her hips back and forth as if begging him to move.

“Move,” she begged, abandoning subtle hints. “Please.” Harry complied and began to thrust in and out of her slowly, so he would last. He had almost lost his control upon entering her, the feeling had been so great. Hermione moaned softly under him as he bent his head to kiss her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him in deeper in response to this.

This was everything either of them could have ever wished for. It was completion in the highest form. Hermione pulled Harry down on top of her, so that there was no space between them. With the need to support himself no longer an issue, he wrapped his arms around her naked frame and buried his hands in her hair, not stopping his thrusts even for a moment all the while.

“Faster,” she moaned into the kiss. Harry quickened the pace never breaking contact with their lips, and found the pleasure start to build in his stomach. He sensed that Hermione was reaching that point too, because she was starting to shudder in ecstacy under him.

“Hermione,” he grunted. “My god...”

“Please Harry,” she moaned, her muscles starting to tense.

Harry could feel her inner walls tensing and vibrating slightly. Determined to make them both reach their breaking points at the same time, he started to thrust even faster, causing a sharp gasp from Hermione.

“Ohhhhhhhh,” she moaned loudly. Her back arched and her body started to quake as waves of white-hot pleasure began to ripple through her. That was enough to send Harry over the edge. Thrusting several more times, Harry found himself spasming and drawing quick breaths, emptying into Hermione a few seconds later who was still writhing in pleasure as her orgasm began to subside. With a few more pushes, Harry found that he was spent, and relaxed on top of the woman who, in his opinion, had just sacrificed everything for him.

“Oh my,” breathed Hermione, Harry’s full weight on her.

“That was -“

”Amazing,” Hermione finished for him. “I didn’t think that much pleasure was possible.” Harry couldn’t help but grin at this. “What?” she asked.

“I just take pride in knowing that I can make the smartest witch Hogwarts has ever seen writhe in ecstacy,” he said smugly. Hermione gave a little wiggle in response, making them both quite aware that Harry was still buried deep inside her. He quickly felt himself growing hard again, which caused a grin from Hermione.

“And I take pride in knowing that I can make the greatest seeker Hogwarts has ever seen buck wildly in pleasure,” she responded. Although he was now fully hard, Harry withdrew, causing a confused look from Hermione.

“What?” he asked. “I didn’t think that -“

”Whatever you were thinking,” she began. “You thought wrong.” She pulled his hips back towards hers with her ankles and the two of them vaguely registered a slight beep from next to them. Looking over her shoulder, Hermione saw that the clock on the nightstand now read ‘12:00’. Turning back to face him, she smiled as she arched her back to meet his now throbbing member. “Happy birthday Harry,” she whispered in his ear. “I hope it’s your best one yet.”

“I daresay it will be,” he said as he captured her lips and entered her again.

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Well I hope you all liked it, remember that it was only a one-shot (though there might be more ‘interludes’ at some point). Please let me know how I did, I’m interested to see what you all think at my first attempt at smut. That’s all for this now (and yes, Chapter 10 is still being written, you may expect it at the usual time; it will not be delayed), hope you enjoyed it.

-G.S.