A Night in Hawaii

(Here’s the wonderful smut you’ve been looking for! This pretty much starts where the stars are at the end of Chapter 13. It should be seamless-I typed it all together and then cut and pasted this into a separate document. Hope you like!)


All too soon he ended the kiss and took her hands in his. He looked deep into her eyes, silently asking permission to take things further. When she smiled at him, he took it as agreement and led her into the bedroom. Once inside, they saw more candles on the bedside tables and every surface available. The bed in itself was even more beautiful than she could have imagined. It was a luxurious four-poster with a sheer canopy. She didn’t have much time to consider her surroundings before his lips were on hers again and she didn’t have enough room in her mind for Harry and her own thoughts. She let herself drown in his embrace, and thought of nothing but him.

He walked her toward the bed and once the backs of her knees were pressed up against the mattress pushed her down, landing over her but never once breaking their kiss. They allowed their hands to roam freely, enjoying the feel of their bodies pressed tightly together.

Hermione suddenly felt an overwhelming need to feel his skin against hers. She reached down and pulled his shirt up, running her hands up and down his back, losing herself in smooth skin stretched over tight muscles. She pulled the shirt up a bit further and broke the kiss to take it over and off.

Taking her move as a sign he could take things a bit further, he reached down and grabbed the hem of her dress, pulling it up slowly so as to give her plenty of time to protest. When no such protest came, he pulled it up and over her head and ran his eyes down her small frame.

“You’re beautiful,” he told her as he leaned in to taste her once more. He was so entranced by her, he barely noticed her reach down to work on the button of his shorts. She had slipped the button out of the hole in no time and slid the zipper down. She started to work the material down past his hips and waited as he pushed them off and onto the floor.

Taking him by surprise, she snaked her hand past the waistband of his boxers and took his length into her hand, stroking him slightly. She heard him moan into her mouth and took that as a hint that she was doing the right thing.

After a few moments of sweet torture, he pulled back and looked her in the eye.

“You are wearing entirely too many clothes.” He smiled at her and began to reach around to work on the clasp of her bra.

“But I’m hardly wearing anything,” she told him with a smile.

“Exactly. It’s the ‘hardly’ that’s getting to me,” he replied with a chuckle. He successfully unclasped the bra and brought it around, slipping it off her and tossing it to the ground. He covered one of her exposed breasts with his hand, massaging it gently. He wondered how it would taste, and decided to satisfy his curiosity by bringing his mouth down to the hardened tip and sucking gently.

She gasped quietly at the sensation and brought her arms around him, tangling one of her hands in his hair and pulling him closer. He rewarded her by twirling his tongue around the tip and nibbling gently. Deciding that it wasn’t fair to give one more attention than the other, he replaced his mouth with a hand and went to work on the other.

After a moment, she decided he definitely needed more attention and rolled over, sitting up and straddling him. She pulled down the last bit of material covering him and threw it down on the floor with the rest of their clothing. Once he was freed, she studied him for a moment, surprised. She hadn’t done anything with anyone for awhile, and hoped that she would be able to accommodate him.

She stroked him tentatively while raining kisses on his chest and stomach, working her way to the real prize. Just as she was about to test the length with her mouth, he stopped her.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you or this will be over before it starts,” he told her, sounding a bit strained.

She agreed although she was a bit disappointed. He quickly turned her back over and began to kiss her soundly again as he worked her knickers down her legs. He mimicked her earlier actions by raining kisses along her stomach and down toward the Prize. Not wanting to give her what she wanted too quickly, he went past her soft curls and ran kisses up her legs, sucking softly on the sweet flesh of her thighs.

He could feel her heartbeat quicken and her muscles tighten each time he got closer to where she wanted him to be, and each time he would back away she gave a little frustrated sigh. Chuckling lightly, he decided to give her what she was waiting for and pressed his tongue to her sensitive nub. He was rewarded with a gasp from Hermione. He then proceeded to run his tongue around her most sensitive spot and after he was sure she wasn’t expecting it, he thrust his tongue into her, drawing a larger gasp from Hermione.

“I need you now!” she commanded, pulling him up and over her. She crushed her lips to his, tasting herself on him and finding it slightly erotic. She felt him pressed up against her opening and wiggled a little to let him know what she wanted. He was only too happy to oblige her and began to inch himself slowly in, not wanting to hurt her by going too fast.

She sighed when she felt him enter her, loving how he filled her so completely. Once he had pushed himself in all the way, he was still for a moment to allow her to grow accustomed to him. After what seemed like an eternity he began to move, slowly at first but gaining speed as the pleasure increased.

He held her tightly as he moved over her, wanting to feel her against him. After a time he felt her tense and the shudder of her internal muscles surrounding him. He continued to move in and out of her, allowing her to ride the waves of her orgasm. He followed soon after, her name escaping his lips softly as he came.

He rolled over and pulled her atop him, wrapping his arms around her tightly and allowing them to remain intimately joined. As he held her, he watched her eyes flutter closed and her breathing become regular. He kissed her forehead and closed his eyes, content to lay with her this way forever, his love for her threatening to burst from him. As he felt asleep, he allowed his feelings to escape in a whisper.

“I love you,” he said into the night as he succumbed to sleep.

At his heartfelt declaration, Hermione’s eyes opened sleepily. She smiled at the statement she knew he meant to keep secret and closed her eyes again, happy to be in his arms. Whatever the show dealt them, she knew nothing could change what she felt for him at that moment.