Cravings by Blissfully Absent Minded

Rating: PG13
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 4
Published: 15/11/2004
Last Updated: 13/03/2005
Status: Completed

Just a little interlude that I threw together.




1. Cravings
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He had her pressed against the cool stone wall, one hand on her hip, the other in her hair, and
one leg pressed between hers, pressing against her deliciously as he ravaged her mouth, kissing her
senseless. She could feel his desire in the demanding caress of his hand, the urgency of his kiss,
and the way he pressed against her, not to mention the undeniably proof pressing into her belly.
Without her permission her hands tangled in his hair, trying to pull his mouth closer to hers and
her leg hooked itself around his even as her mind yelled at her to push him away, that any minute
they could be caught. She couldn’t find it in her to care at the moment and she met his desire with
her own urgent need, kissing him fiercely and pressing against his hard body, trying to get as
close to him as she could.

They didn’t get enough time together; they didn’t have nearly enough chances to just lose
themselves in each other like this and she endlessly craved his touch, his kiss. She knew that it
wasn’t the best time or place to be doing this, but, Merlin, she wanted him so badly, she ached for
him. He awakened something in her that she hadn’t even known had been dormant and she had never
been so turned on for such a constant period in her entire short life. It was a hard fought battle
to not jump on him and tear his clothes off every time she saw him, a battle she barely won. She
wanted to be touching him always. When she wasn’t with him she was thinking about him, the things
she wanted to do to him and with him and have him do to her. Her classes were once her favourite
time spent, but now she resented them, hated having to get out of bed and be away from him.
Sometimes she felt as though she couldn’t breath, as though there was a weight on her chest when he
wasn’t around. She needed him in a way she never had before, in a way that she’d never needed
anyone and she hated it and loved it, craved it, was addicted to it-to him. Her existence seemed to
depend on him, her happiness on his, her future on his continued presence in her life as her
partner, her lover.

It hadn’t always been this way. He’d always been indescribably important to her, she’d always
needed him, but in an innocent way, in the way that one needs their closest friends. She’d once
been able to go days, weeks even, without seeing him or talking to him, though it had never been
easy. In twelve years of friendship she had never once thought of him in any way that was even
remotely sexual, now she didn’t seem to be able to stop. For years they had been friends, only
friends, best friends. Or so they’d thought. Things had changed so suddenly. With one action they’d
suddenly done an about-turn from friends to something much more, they were suddenly forced to the
realization that at some point they’d become everything to each other. Their roles in each other’s
life changed, they were tossed across that invisible line that had defined what they were to one
another.

It had happened on her birthday. He’d handed her a gift and had leaned in to peck her cheek but
caught the corner of her mouth. He’d jerked back and their eyes met and the world tipped. One brief
moment and years of denial, years of lying to each other and everyone else in the world, years of
pretending were cut to an abrupt end. One accidental, perfectly innocent kiss and the life they
knew was over and they were thrown to the beginning of something bigger than they’d ever imagined.
They both knew it. He didn’t say anything to her and she thanked him for the gift before carefully
unwrapping it. They both tried to ignore what had just happened between them, both terrified of
what it meant for them and both nervously anticipating learning what it meant. They tried to act as
though nothing had changed, but it hung in the air, taunting them. They couldn’t stop looking at
each other. No one else seemed to notice that anything had changed in those few short seconds.

It was two days before either of them acknowledged the undeniable feelings that they’d finally
realized. Two of the longest, most confusing days of their lives. Two days of avoiding each other
while they each tried to figure out where the feelings had come from, what it meant for them, for
their future, and why they hadn’t realized before what they really were to each other. Not just
friends, never just friends.

She made the first move, inviting him to dinner at her flat. He arrived five minutes late, it
shouldn’t have worried her, he’d never been a punctual person, but it did. It had been the most
agonizing five minutes of her life as she wondered if he’d show or if she’d terrified him. He
apparated into her living room with a loud *Crack!* and she’d nearly dropped the bottle of
white wine she was uncorking. They awkwardly greeted each other, both unsure of how fast they
should move things and how much was too much. Over dinner, conversation was slow and uncomfortable
silences were abundant. The wine slowly worked it’s magic and by the end of dessert they were
joking and laughing with each other like they always had, only now there was an undertone to
everything they did, every movement seemed charged with something new.

It was nearly one in the morning when he finished his glass of wine and rose to leave. He kissed
her cheek and she smiled at him. Their eyes met and held and the mood suddenly shifted and they
were in each other’s arms, kissing like they’d combust if they even thought of stopping. That was
the first night they’d made love.

That was nearly two years ago and they still couldn’t keep their hands off of each other.

His mouth moved to her neck and he pressed her against the hard stones. She gasped for breath
and moaned softly at his ministrations. Her name escaped his lips on a gasp, inadvertently bringing
her out of her haze.

“Stop,” she breathed, tugging gently at his hair. “We can’t do this. Not here, not now. We have
class soon.”

His lips moved over the smooth column of her neck. “I don’t care. I want you.”

He nibbled at her earlobe and she gasped softly. “I want you, too, but there are students
around.”

“Don’t care.”

“We’re professors, we have to care.” She gently, reluctantly pushed him away, letting her leg
drop from his hip.

“Hermione,” he moaned.

“Later.” She told him, kissing him quickly.

“I’m going to hold you to that.”

She quirked an eyebrow. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

The sound of students clomping down the stairs towards them reached their ears and they quickly
backed away from each other and straightened their clothes. He looked at her mournfully before
turning to head to his classroom and prepare for the first class. She grabbed his wrist and tugged
him back to her, pressing a firm, lingering kiss to his lips, tugging lightly at his bottom lip as
she pulled away.

“Get to class, you wouldn’t want to keep your students waiting.” He groaned before turning away
again.

“Oh, and Harry,” she called after him. “I love you.”

A smile lit his face, melting her. “Seven o’clock, Professor Potter. Don’t be late.” He turned
and left, leaving her alone in the hall.

She let her head drop back against the wall, a soft smile touched her mouth. She couldn’t
wait.



2. Author's Note
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Hey All,

I just wanted to let anyone who’s interested know that I’m still around. I’ve received several
requests for a sequel to *This Love of Mine* and I am working on it, I plan to write it from
Hermione’s point of view rather than Harry’s. I thought it’d be neat to get her thoughts on what
happened in *This Love of Mine*. It’s looking good so far, though I don’t know when I’ll have
it up. Also, I’m writing a sort of prequel to my other story, *Cravings*. I’ve decided to
write about Hermione’s birthday and the events following that I mentioned in *Cravings*. I
hope to have this one up in a week or so, it will be a one-shot like *Cravings* was.

On a slightly separate note, I’ve started work on a longer story as well. This one will not be
related to either of the stories that I’ve posted so far. I hope to start posting chapters soon,
I’d just like to have a good start on it so I don’t keep people waiting… I hate when authors make
you wait months between posts, drives me mad.

Blissfully Absent-Minded