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Chapter 5
She took the keycard from her pocket and opened the door quickly. He scooped her up into his arms and carried her through the door as she giggled and struggled against him. "Put me down before you hurt us both," she said through her laughter.
"If you'd stop struggling against me you wouldn't have anything to worry about," he replied laughing with her. She instantly stopped struggling and wrapped her arms around his neck as he pushed the door closed with his foot. The minute the door closed she tossed her keycard to the floor and turned her head to kiss him. He slowly released her legs and held tight to her as her body slid down the length of his until her feet touched the floor; their lips never parting.
The feel of her body pressed against his as she slid down him was enough to start the fire in him burning. How is it I never knew it could be like this? He wondered.
He withdrew from her kiss and searched her eyes. "What is it, Harry?" she asked softly, worry etched into the fabric of her words.
"I just," he began as he contemplated how best to formulate his words.
"What?"
He raised his hand to her hair and dropped it to her cheek and then her chin. He raised her head and studied her face. "I just don't understand how I didn't see this before," he replied in quiet awe. "How could I not know it could be like this?"
Hermione smiled tenderly and placed her hand to his cheek and gently caressed his face. "You of all people should understand that not all good things are shown to us right away, Harry," she said softly. "They say that good things come to those who wait. Well, I've been waiting a very long time. Your time just came a little later, that's all. All that really matters is that you're here with me now."
Harry looked at her questioningly. "How long have you known?"
"Forever," she replied softly as she closed her eyes and leaned her head against his chest.
Harry's heart leapt in his chest and he sighed deeply as he put his arms around her and hugged her close. "I'm sorry I didn't see it sooner," he said with a hint of regret in his voice.
She looked up at him and to his surprise, she laughed. "It wasn't our time yet, Harry," she said reassuringly. "Don't ever be sorry."
Harry laughed back softly. "I don't suppose you'll ever let me be, will you?" he said raising his eyebrows at her playfully.
"No way," she replied flirting back. "And one of these days I'm even going to get you to admit you love me," she added matter-of-factly.
"You think so, Granger?" he asked.
"I know so, Potter" she replied confidently.
"We'll just have to see about that won't we?" he dared.
She raised her eyebrows and her eyes shone brightly. "Is that a challenge, Mr. Potter?"
"Take it how you want it, Miss Granger."
"You have so asked for it," she said shaking her head in warning.
"Bring it on," he challenged with a determined grin.
Hermione stepped closer to him and pulled him down into a deep, penetrating kiss that shot through every nerve cell in his body. Holy shit, he thought in a brief moment of lucidity, I am in so much trouble.
"I think you're wearing too many clothes, Mr. Potter," she said sulkily, tut-tutting as she began to pull his shirt from the waist of his pants. "Nope, this will never do," she added as she pushed it up roughly over his head. Her hands headed straight for the buckle on his belt so she could rid him of his perfect snug-in-all-the-right-places black jeans. Harry watched her hands at work as he kicked off his shoes and pushed them to the side with his foot. She deftly undid the buckle on his belt and before he knew it his button and zipper were undone and his pants hung open. She put her hands on his hips and started to push his pants down when he stopped her. She looked up, silently questioning him.
"My turn," he stated gruffly as his hands sought the buttons on her shirt. He started with the top button and slowly worked his way down, caressing her through her shirt and bra as his fingers reached the buttons at her breasts. Her sharp intake of breath at the touch of his fingers over her now hard nipples caused a stirring in his boxers. He pulled the front of her shirt from her pants as his fingers trailed down the row of buttons. The front now undone, he placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed it caressingly down her arms until it hung from the waist of her pants. He reached for the buckle of her belt and in a matter of seconds had it undone and pulled from its holdings.
She raised her eyebrows. "Done this before, have you?" she teased.
"Never when it mattered," he replied looking into her eyes.
She bit her bottom lip as his eyes penetrated hers.
His hands worked their magic on the button of her pants and before she knew it her shirt fell to the floor and her pants were down around her ankles. She stepped forward out of them and her shoes simultaneously. She placed her hands back on his hips and pushed his jeans down to the floor. He stepped backward out of them and kicked them to the side without ever taking his eyes off her. She reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, lowering it slowly down her shoulders and arms as she watched him watching her. She dropped it to the floor and kicked it aside. She placed her fingers in the strings of her barely-there g-string and pushed it down as she swayed her hips back and forth rhythmically. As she reached her calves she pulled down her socks and removed them together. When she finished she stood before him naked, vulnerable, and aching with desire, her body trembling in anticipation.
Harry simply stood and stared at her. Unable to believe he was there with her and unwilling to believe that he'd been so stupid as to let this pass him by for so long. The things she did to him with just a look absolutely amazed him. It just didn't seem possible that for all these years she'd never melted him this way before.
Hermione watched him staring openly at her and a part of her felt nervous at the intensity with which he did it. She needed to do something to bring him out of his apparent daze so she stepped forward and placed her hands on his lower back, sliding them down over his bum, taking his boxers with her. She pushed them down and he instinctively stepped sideways out them, taking her with him.
"Harry, you want to leave those on?" she asked pointing toward the floor.
Harry shook his head to clear his mind and looked down at where she was pointing. His black socks stood out in dark contrast to his lightly tanned skin. He smiled at her and shook his head before he reached down to remove them. Before he could stand up all the way again she pushed him in the direction of the bed.
"I believe you set forth a challenge, Mr. Potter," she said as she continued to push him. He stumbled backward until he bumped against the bed and fell with his back against the mattress. She stepped forward quickly to stand between his legs…he found himself completely at the mercy of Miss Hermione Jane Granger, best-friend and seductress extraordinaire. "I intend to meet that challenge," she added looking intently into his eyes as her fingernails grazed up the length of his thighs.
Harry was rendered speechless as his body reacted violently to the feel of her touch. Every cell in his body screamed for more. He tried to reach up to touch her and she playfully smacked his hands and shook her head. "Uh-uh," she said quietly, "no touching."
"But…" he stammered in protest. She shook her head and leaned forward to place her finger on his lips. Reluctantly he nodded and kissed her finger, trying to draw it into his mouth.
She smiled teasingly and stood above him once again. With the tips of her fingers she traced the lines of the muscles on his stomach. It clenched beneath her touch and she smiled, relishing in the power she had over him. "Scoot up," she told him as she pushed his knees forward. Harry slid his body onto the bed and Hermione crawled between his legs. She kissed her way up the inside of his thigh until she reached the base of his cock. She made sure her hair brushed across the top of his erection as she moved to the other side to kiss her way up his other thigh. He hissed as he drew a shallow, ragged breath through his teeth. His arms ached as he fought against the urge to reach for her.
She teased his belly button with her tongue, then licked down the small trail of hair that descended south to where he anxiously awaited the feel of any part of her surrounding him, sheathing him in hot, delicious wetness. She stopped before her lips reached his erection. Without raising her head she raised her eyes to look at him, gauging his reaction. His eyes were closed as he anticipated the feel of her mouth around his cock. Too easy, she thought, smiling wickedly.
She straddled his hips and slid up and down along his length, being sure not to allow him entrance. She leaned forward and caught his nipple between her teeth and gently pulled it upward.
"Hermione," he hissed.
"Something wrong, Harry?" she asked with wide, innocent eyes.
"Do something," he said, his voice coming out in another hiss.
She leaned forward and captured his lips roughly. Immediately their tongues sought each other and the frenzied way they moved together caused their breaths to quickly become short and ragged.
Hermione pulled away from him and immediately set to kissing and suckling the tender spot on his collarbone she'd found the first time they'd been together. Harry's breaths shortened drastically and he grasped the blanket tightly beneath him as he fought hard against his urge to grab her and pull her tighter against him. "Please," he begged.
Hermione stopped her ministrations on her favorite spot so she could look at him. His eyes were pleading with her to offer him some form of release. She smiled as she realized he was exactly where she wanted him to be. "Okay, Harry," she said softly as she slowly backed down his body until he could feel her hot breath on his erection. She kissed the tip and ran her tongue one time up his length before she released him and climbed back up to capture his lips. "Hermione please," he pleaded against her lips, "you're killing me."
When he opened his mouth she sucked his tongue into hers and he moaned loudly. His chest began to heave against her. She pulled away and stood above him with her feet on either side of his hips. "What do you want Harry?" she asked looking down on him.
"You," he whispered hoarsely. "Anything. Just please…" his words faltered as he tried to catch a breath, "please make it soon."
Hermione put her fingers to her clit and slowly pressed against it, rubbing it in hard, fast circles above him. "Sweet Merlin," he whispered breathlessly, his eyes wide open in disbelief at what she was doing to herself. She bent her knees and squatted above him giving him a better view of her self ministrations.
"You like that?" she asked, her own voice husky with desire.
"Yes," he replied heavily. "Let me touch you. Let me do that."
She shook her head. "Not yet," she replied as she lowered herself to where her sweet, hot opening lay just against the tip of his erection. Slowly she lowered herself until she was sheathed all around him. She rose up slightly then slowly lowered herself once again.
"Faster, Hermione," he begged. "Oh dear god…"
"Say you love me, Harry," she said unrelentingly, as she slowly buried his erection deep within her and ground against him in an agonizingly slow, teasing rhythm. Back and forth, up and down, she moved in the same slow, painful cadence.
Harry was panting heavily and beads of sweat were dripping endlessly from his forehead. "Not...not yet, Her...Hermione," he breathed heavily.
"Come on, Harry," she urged. "It's just three little words."
"NYUH!" Harry screamed, biting his lip as she ground harder against him, moving her arse in slow, sensuous circles. "Bloody…hell woman. NYUHH! oh...my...ohmygod...ohmygodohmygod...Her...mione.....AHH!"
"What's wrong, Harry?" she asked grinning mercilessly.
"Hermione please," he begged hoarsely. "You're killing me." He tried bucking his hips to force her to quicken the pace.
Hermione raised her finger and shook it slowly back and forth, keeping time with her head, telling him without words that she was in charge and that she would not allow the pace to quicken until she was ready-and she was nowhere near ready.
"Wha…" he croaked, "whaddya…OHMYGOD Hermione…whaddyawantfromme? PLEASE," he nearly screamed.
"You know what I want Harry," she said. Slowly, precisely, deliberately she allowed him deeper access. Her arse was bumping and grinding against his balls and she leaned backwards onto her hands to allow him a better view of what was happening. He watched as she slowly slid upward to expose more of his cock then back down as she appeared to swallow him whole. It was the most erotic sight he'd ever seen. For a moment he forgot about the torturous feeling as he watched in silent fascination the way her body swallowed him again and again.
Hermione's eyes were closed and she was biting the tip of her tongue as she rode him. Her breasts were begging to be touched, her flat stomach begged for the caress of his tongue. He could see the bottom of her ribs and he imagined himself licking and nibbling along its curve and up to the valley between her breasts. He wanted to reach for her but his body felt spent from all the wondrous torture she'd been inflicting. Unable to reach her waist he made a quick decision to catch her off guard. He lifted his hand and fingered her clit the moment it made contact with the base of his cock.
She inhaled a sharp hissing sound and paused in her movements. Harry took advantage of her momentary lapse and fingered her again, pushing and pinching her sensitive nub as she made the most spine tingling, sensuous moaning sounds he'd ever heard. If the feeling of being inside her didn't make him come soon, the noises she was making most certainly would.
"Ah…ahh…ahhh…" she moaned, her voice trembling as it rose louder and louder until she was nearly screaming. Another sharp hiss escaped her as she tried to take a deep breath. His thumb was pressed firmly against her as he moved it in fast, frenzied circles. "Harry, stop," she yelled when her mind finally wrapped around the fact that she was no longer in charge.
Harry smiled devilishly at her. Her arms were on the bed behind her back making her arch upwards, her breasts high in the air, crowning her chest. He watched again in fascination as her chest moved up and down heavily as the tension within her built. He stopped when he felt her soft insides clench tightly around him, sucking him in further.
"Ahh!" he yelled throwing his head back against the bed. His hand fell away from her and he clenched his fingers around the blanket that lay bundled beneath them. His hips were lifted slightly as the pressure within him began to build. Hermione clenched tighter and raised her arse, pulling his member with her. The pain that shot through him was numbed by the sheer pleasure of the feeling and he breathed deeply through clenched teeth. The hissing sound he made sent chills up her spine. She looked at him, his eyes were closed tight and the lines on his face were clearer then she'd ever seen them as he scrunched his features into a glorious mask of pain and ecstasy.
"Say it Harry," she said again when she knew for sure she'd regained control.
"Iloveyou," he muttered nearly incoherently, "Iloveyou…Iloveyou…" he repeated over and over uncontrollably.
Hearing his words for the first time, she was finally ready to end this torturous game. She knew that she'd have to hear him say he loved her in a quiet moment to truly believe them, but she was content for now to once again accept what he'd given her.
Hermione sat up straight and pounded down against him, harder and harder, faster and faster, using her knees as a springboard as she bounced up and down above him. Her arse slapped hard against his balls, and he groaned from the feel of her slamming mercilessly against him. He grabbed her waist to steady them both and she relinquished control to him as his hands on her waist took over setting the pace. Her legs were tiring. She'd been so close to falling over the edge so many times, but she'd learned how, to a certain degree, to control that final moment, and through sheer will that's what she'd done.
Harry pulled her down against his chest and wrapped his arms around her until her breasts were trapped firmly against him. Their movements stopped as he grabbed her head and kissed her until the world became blurry and all else seemed to fade away into oblivion. His tongue sought hers and their lips parted. Their tongues danced lightly together until their lips met again and his tongue dove deeper into her mouth. He licked the roof of her mouth and all around her tongue and as far back into her mouth as was possible to go. Lick for lick, dive for dive, suck for suck, she kept pace with him, her tongue stretched to its limit and beyond.
She pulled away from him breathlessly and stared at him until the haze disappeared and she could see his dark, passion-filled, emerald eyes looking back at her. "I love you, Harry," she said headily. "Finish this." Giving up the nearly impossible task of trying to control her breathing she gave control over to him again. They were sure their moans could be heard for miles and that the thunder racing through them would be enough to level any building.
In one fluid movement Harry flipped them over without breaking contact. He wrapped his arms behind her knees, raising her legs up into the air as he pumped into her hard and fast, over and over again. He felt her clench around him once more and she screamed as she felt the buildup within her just prior to her release. "Let go…Her…mione," he said between quick shallow breaths.
She tightened around him once more and threw her head back hard against the bed as he continued to pound into her. Her head thrashed from side to side as the tension continued to build to a point where there was no other option but for her cry out as her release came hard and fast. Harry slammed into her twice more before he, too, felt his long awaited, glorious release. He dropped her legs and fell heavily against her, unable to support his weight with his arms. He shuddered as he continued to move up and down inside of her. He felt her tighten and squeeze him as the last vestiges of their orgasms coursed through them and slowly died away.
When at last they lay spent, Harry fell to the side of her, reluctantly pulling out from her warmth as he felt every inch of the cold that began to replace it.
"Looks like you lost Harry," Hermione said laughing breathily beside him.
"You don't play fair," he replied in the same breathy way. He lay with his right hand across his chest and his left above his head as tried to catch his breath through his laughter. "I thought you were going to kill me."
"I don't think you can die from that," she replied teasingly. "Besides," she said rolling over on her side to prop her head on her hand to look at him, "I wouldn't have let you die." With her free hand she began to play with the sparse hairs scattered across his chest.
Harry turned to face her. "I'm quite sure that you could've killed me with that," he said sounding serious, although she knew he was teasing. "The Boy Who Lived Again killed having the best sex of his life with his best friend Hermione Granger. Can't you see the headline? Rita would have loved that one."
"Best sex of your life, huh?" she asked half teasing, although she anxiously awaited his answer.
"Well," he said contemplatively, "there was a dream I had just before I had to leave for the bachelor party."
Hermione smacked his chest and giggled nervously. "You had a dream?" she asked, trying hard to sound nonchalant.
"Yeah, but I don't know," he said looking just beyond her as he appeared to be comparing the two, "it was a pretty intense dream but…"
"What were you dreaming about?" she asked casually as her fingers began to pull at the hairs on his chest.
"Just a girl," he replied vaguely, watching her from the corner of his eye. Hermione's hand jerked and she pulled a couple of his chest hairs out. "Ouch," he cried as he rubbed his hand over the now sore spot.
"Sorry," she muttered as she pulled her hand quickly away. "I didn't mean to do that."
Harry chuckled. "If the sex didn't kill me, that won't either," he replied. "And don't worry," he said placing his fingers on her chin and forcing her to look at him, "the dream was about you."
Hermione couldn't stop the grin that spread wide across her face. "Really?" she asked with childlike glee. Her eyes were shining brightly and Harry laughed openly at her expression.
"Really," he confirmed softly. "And this," he said waving his hand between them to indicate what they'd just done, "is far better than any dream. Even that one."
"Will you tell me about it?" she asked anxiously.
Harry leaned forward and kissed her gently. "Someday," he said softly against her lips. Hermione nodded as she continued to kiss him for a moment longer.
She dropped her head to the pillow and lay still, quietly reflecting on the events of the past week. Next to her Harry had begun to do the same. She turned her head to look at him. "Can you believe we're here?" she asked, pointing between them. "Like this?"
Harry turned his head to look back at her. "After all that I've seen, all that I've been through, I thought there were no real surprises left in the world, you know?" he replied thoughtfully. "But yeah, this," he said waving his hand between them just as she'd done, "this surprises me."
"I hope it's a good surprise," she said turning her head to look up at the ceiling.
Harry followed her gaze, unknowingly resting his eyes upon the same spot she had. "Surprises don't come any better than this, Hermione," he replied. "This is the best thing to ever happen to me. The way I felt after defeating Voldemort is nothing compared to the way I feel right now. I never thought it possible to feel like this."
Hermione wanted to ask him if he really meant it when he said he loved her. Instead, she rolled to her side to face him again and asked, "how did you know it was me? Dancing tonight. How did you know?"
Harry rolled on his side to face her, his eyes holding tightly to the words she longed to hear him say. "Don't you know you can't hide from me Hermione?" he replied as he reached up to gently caress her cheek. "I always know where you are. Who you are. And usually even how you are. I'm not going to lie here and say that I've always loved you and that I've had some sort of epiphany this week. The truth is I still don't know how I feel, not really. I want it to be love, I really do. I just don't know. But no matter what Hermione, I have always," he paused for emphasis, "always, felt you right here," he said pointing to his heart. "For ten years you've lived here and that's something that has never, ever changed. No matter what we were going through."
Hermione turned her face into his palm and smiled tenderly as tears welled in the corners of her eyes. "You may not know yet how you feel Harry, but I do," she said softly. She opened her eyes and looked at him lovingly, "And I can wait until you realize it for yourself. In the meantime I'm going to keep on loving you so that you know, when the time is right and you're ready, that I'm right by your side waiting. I'll never leave you. Trust in me, Harry. Trust in you. And most importantly, trust in us."
"Right now there's nothing more that I want than all of those things Hermione," he replied. "You know that love is not something that's ever come easy for me. Recognizing it for what it is can't possibly come easy either. That's why I need you to be patient with me until I sort it out. I promise you that I'll figure it all out as quickly as I can. You deserve so much more than a guy who can't tell you what you need-what you deserve-to hear."
Hermione closed her eyes and kissed his palm where it still rested against her cheek. She opened her eyes and looked directly into his, "I have the only man I've ever really wanted," she whispered as a lone tear fell from her eye.
Harry gently wiped it away and pulled her to him. "And right now, and for perhaps always, I have the only woman I'll ever want," he whispered. "You deserve so much more than me, though. You really, truly do."
She smiled at him and said in a teasing voice, "sometimes we don't get what we deserve. Sometimes we just get what we want. And right now I'll take what I want over what you think I deserve if it's all the same to you."
"And just exactly what is it you want?" he asked as he felt his cock growing hard once again.
Hermione reached down to wrap her fingers around it then raised her eyebrows and smiled. "Right now I want you for sex. And then, when you're ready, I want you for life," she replied as she gently caressed his erection and watched in awe as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of her hand on him.
He opened his eyes and gave her a devilish grin. "Let me tell you about my dream," he said as he rose from the bed to stand before her. He began to move his hips back and forth and he raised his arms in the air above his head.
"Harry, what are you doing?" she asked, her laughter filling the room with the light, airy sound of music.
"I'm dancing," he replied with a serious look of concentration on his face. Living out the dream, he thought silently. Just living out the dream…
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