Something tickled Harry's nose. He brushed it out of the way, but it tickled his nose again. Slightly irritated he opened his eyes to see what it was. His vision was encompassed with hair. Brown hair. Bushy brown hair.
He sat bolt upright. The owner of the hair was sleeping next to him in his bed, naked. She was naked. Hermione Granger was next to him, naked. She was on her side, with her bare back towards him. His eyes followed her back all the way down to the soft curves of her ass. His mind raced trying to figure out how she came to be in his bed, let alone naked. It was his bed, right? He looked around the room. Yes, this was indeed his room at Grimmauld place. His mind was still racing when he spotted the pile of clothes next to the bed, and a robe closer to the door.
He hit his forehead with his hand at the realization that last night wasn't a dream. She had really snuck into his room, it wasn't another of his hormonal fantasies. But he couldn't figure out why she came and did... The full weight of the situation hit him like a bludger. Not only had she came into his room, kissed him, but they had-shagged.
Wait, she said that she wanted it. In fact, she said she wanted it "too." How had she known? He didn't put it in the journal. He never told a single soul, not even Hedwig. He must have said something in his sleep.
What to do about the situation? He had to wake her. Instantly a very naughty thought came to mind, one he couldn't resist, especially after what they did last night. It would be worth the risk.
He bent over and swept the hair away from her neck He put his face down and breathed her in. He could smell her vanilla shampoo that he had come to associate with her, but her could also smell what was left of the sweat that had glistened on her skin during their activities last night. The smell didn't put him off, in fact it intoxicated him, it flamed the desire that was already building inside of him. He let his lips brush against the skin of her neck, planting soft kisses along the way. Her skin had a slightly salty flavor, a flavor he soon wanted more of. His kisses grew firmer while he extended his tongue so he could taste her. He made his way up to her ear, his nose caressing the outside before his tongue flicked and captured her lobe. He eagerly nibbled on her flesh, feeling her sift under him. A soft moan escaped her lips and it sent electric shivers down his spine.
He turned her head so he could kiss her on the lips. Her lips meet his and they began to dance. He granted her access when her tongue ran across his lips. The kiss grew deeper, filling with desire, as their hands found each other's hair. Suddenly he pulled away from her.
"Good morning 'Mione," he said cautiously, looking for any signs of anger, but found her only smiling back at him.
"Yes it is Harry. I know you must have some questions, but first things first. You wake me like this, you need to finish what you started," she said with desire saturating her voice. She pulled him back into another passionate kiss. Harry felt her hands start to wander along his back, playfully squeezing his arse. His eyes went wide when her fingers wrapped around his already hard member. She began to stroke him up and down. He couldn't hold back the low groans coming from his throat. His mouth pounced on sensitive center of her breasts. She was now moaning with him. She shifted until he was between her legs. He looked into her eyes when she guided him to her entrance. They urged him to slip inside of her.
She let out a small gasp when he sheathed himself within her. He deliberately kept the pace slow, not just to make it last, but also to show her how much he loved her. He gingerly rested his weight on top of her, enjoying the sensation of their bodies sliding against each other. He wrapped his arms behind her shoulders, pulling her to him with every stroke, and nuzzled his head against her neck so he could lightly kiss her. Soon, her breathing started to quicken, sending shivers down his spine as it hit his ear. He felt her shudder and clamp down on him and he quietly exploded inside of her.
He leaned up to kiss her and felt himself pull out of her with a small 'pop.' The kiss was deep and full of passion, but the urgency had been replaced with satisfaction.
"How did you know this is what I wanted? Did you hear me talking in my sleep?" he asked when he broke the kiss.
"In a manner of speaking. I'm pretty sure that you've been entering my dreams."
"Your dreams?! How?"
"My best guess is that you've worked so hard on your Occulmency defense that you flipped it into Leglimency and entered my dreams. Exactly how I don't know."
"I've been concentrating on your face, especially your beautiful eyes, when I've been going to sleep for about the last week. I felt consumed by them. I didn't have nightmares when I did it the first time, so I keep doing it," he said softly, afraid she would be mad.
"Somehow you created a conduit to my dreams that way."
"So my dream with you and me in that candlelit room?"
"Was one of my, um-normal--snogging dreams," she said as she blushed.
"I'm sorry, I feel like I invaded your privacy somehow."
"You didn't know. Besides, we probably never would have found out how we really felt about each other if you didn't"
"And the rest?"
"The tropical hut was what I always dreamed our honeymoon would be. But it had changed from the way it always happens and it suddenly stopped. I was worried about you after that night, so I had my nightmare about you dieing, and me helpless to prevent it. Again it had changed, you had confessed your feelings towards me. The next day I noticed something you said from that dream. You called me your snitch. I couldn't help it, but it turned me on all day long and that night I had the most vividly sexual dream I have ever had." She blushed again. "I was beginning to think that you were actually in my dreams. But the way you said you didn't want me to be around you the next day hurt and confused me. Don't worry, Harry. You've already more than made up for it.
"Anyways, I started thinking about everything we've been through, trying to figure it out. I wanted to know if I was just imagining that you were in my dreams, or if it was real, by trying to sort through my memories to find the truth. That must have manifested as the library in my dream, the place I go for all the answers. When you showed up, I simply had to ask you. If you remember, I was a little overjoyed by your answers.
"Yesterday, as I watched you write in your journal, happier than I saw you in a long time, the pieces seemed to come together. I decided to act. I risked everything last night when I came to you. Believe me Harry, when I say it was worth it."
"I thought you were another dream," he said before kissing her softly on the lips.
"It doesn't have to be anymore," she said looking deep into his eyes.
He bent his head, looking at a spot on the sheets he had been playing with. He sighed deeply then looked her in the eyes.
"Hermione, it's time I tell you about the prophecy..."