Chapter 2
By the time Harry arrived at Hogwarts, everyone else, including Hermione, had already begun to start decorating the Great Hall for Ron and Luna's wedding and reception. The front of the huge room where the teacher's table usually sat was where the ceremony would be taking place. A midnight blue velvet carpet had been laid up the center of the room that ended at the foot of the steps; there were several rows of chairs set up on either side of the center aisle for the guests. The rest of the room was set up with several round tables and a dance floor where everyone would enjoy the reception afterwards.
Harry carefully draped his dress robes over the back of a nearby chair and placed his bag full of other essentials on the floor beside it. He took a deep breath and then made his presence known. "Hey, I heard someone's getting married today!" He shouted.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at him standing near the entrance to the hall with a sheepish grin on his face. Before he knew what was happening, he was surrounded by friends and on the receiving end of hugs, kisses, pats on the back, and the occasional punch on the arm. He hadn't seen everyone in such a long time, his heart swelled with happiness. Seeing some of his old teachers brought a smile to his lips. Minerva and Dumbledore had come to greet him while Professor Flitwick, who was helping Parvati and Ginny hang silver garland up in the rafters, had just nodded to him. Severus Snape had approached and shook his hand, and said nothing but "Potter" in his usual dire, unhappy-sounding voice. Somehow I don't see him sticking around to catch the garter.
As the crowd began to disperse, leaving only Ron standing with Harry, Hermione made her way over to him. He watched her approach and smiled. Now is where we see whether we can keep all of this a secret or not. "Hi Harry," she said sweetly, giving him a chaste kiss on the cheek.
"Mione," he said pulling her in to a hug. Ordinarily, that wouldn't have been a big deal at all. They had hugged all the time in school, and even now as adults they were known to sit in each other's laps at parties. Their physical shows of affection and friendship were no secret. However, what had been happening since Monday was, and they were both determined to keep it that way…for as long as they could.
As Hermione pulled out of his arms she immediately felt the coldness. She noticed Ron looking at them funny. "What?"
"You always hug him like that?" Ron asked, looking suspiciously between the two of them.
Harry felt a nervous blush creeping up his neck and fought it back down. He looked at Hermione and shrugged. "We hug all the time, Ron," he said as casually as he could, "what's the big deal?"
Ron pursed his lips and nodded. "Uh, huh," he teased. "You had that 'I don't want to let go of her' look."
"I wasn't aware he had a look," Hermione giggled, taking Ron's arm. "Hey, we have a hall to decorate before Luna gets here and hexes us all for it not being done." She steered him away from Harry who let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. Nice save, Mione. He followed them and was soon put to work with everyone else.
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Around noon, everyone sat down at the one room-length table for lunch. Several of the house elves, led by Dobby, physically brought out the lunch to the guests. Ron was overjoyed as he saw that they had made all his favorite dishes. Being the groom definitely had its advantages.
Everyone sat around eating and talking casually, laughing over stories told about school, or what had been happening with them since graduation.
After Harry finished his lunch, he decided he needed to walk. He patted Ron on the shoulder and smiled at him. "I'm going to take a walk around the place," he said casually.
Ron nodded instead of speaking as his mouth was full of mashed potatoes. Harry grinned at him and in a gesture too subtle and too quick for anyone to see but the person it was intended for, Harry jerked his head towards the doors and strode away.
Hermione, who was at the far end of the table in a hushed conversation with Ginny, Lavender, and Parvati about the party the previous night, had seen Harry's nod and was anxious to get away and follow him. She waited a good five minutes before excusing herself, saying she had to use the loo, and she headed out of the Great Hall in search of her lover.
As she stepped into the hallway outside the Hall, she felt him close, but didn't see him. "Harry?" She whispered quietly, suddenly feeling uneasy at being alone in the monstrous entry hall. She felt his eyes on her, but after looking around, there was still no sign of him. "Where are you?"
She felt a hand lightly touch her shoulder and she gasped. Turning around she found herself staring into Harry's bright emerald green eyes and immediately felt herself swoon. "Whammmph…." He silenced her with a kiss that stole the breath from her body.
Hermione pushed him away gently, looking anxiously at the great doors leading into the Hall where all their friends were gathered. "Are you crazy?" she scolded, ignoring the fact that his hands were now moving slowly down her bare arms, making her shiver. "What happened to keeping it a secret?"
He grinned, knowing that he had her flustered. He reached down and grabbed her hand, and with a quick glance back at the Hall, he led her towards the main stairs. Instead of going up to the dorms, Hermione found herself being led to the dungeons.
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"Harry, where are we going?" Hermione asked quietly as they made their way down the familiar dark hallways of the Hogwarts dungeons.
"Shhh. It's a surprise," he said, slowing as they came to a corner. He peered around it, then his eyes came to rest on the door he was looking for. "Come on," he said, pulling her behind him.
They stopped outside a large wooden door at the end of the hallway. "Harry!" Hermione gasped as she realized what room this was. "We are not…."
He turned and the mischievous grin on his face told her that what she was afraid of was exactly what he was thinking. Harry held his hand out towards the door. "Alohomora."
The door opened, appearing to not even have been locked. Harry tugged on Hermione's hand but she didn't budge. He looked back at her. "What?"
"Harry, I don't know," she said, looking down the hall nervously, "I mean what if he catches us? There are plenty of other places…."
Harry stepped up to her, his nose brushing against hers as their foreheads rested against the other. "Scared?"
Hermione pulled back and looked up into his eyes. "Yes," she admitted.
He smiled. "Me, too. That's why we're doing it. Come on," he tugged on her hand and this time she willingly followed him. Harry quietly closed the door behind them and they turned to find themselves in Snape's Potions classroom. "His office is through that door."
"His office!" Hermione exclaimed, pulling on Harry's arm to stop him. "Harry, no. The classroom is one thing, but…."
"Hermione, please," Harry pouted, "I've been thinking about this all night."
"But why here?" She asked as they walked into Snape's dark, cold office.
"Lumos," Harry said quietly and the office lit up with an eerie glow. I love this wandless magic!
Hermione gasped as she looked around. She'd never been in Snape's office before. And she hoped that she never would be again. While she was looking around at all the vile things in the jars that lined the walls, Harry took something out of his pocket and held his hand over it. "Engorgio."
Hermione turned around and watched as his invisibility cloak expanded to its normal size. Harry draped it over his arm and smiled at her. "Shall we?"
"You're insatiable," Hermione teased as Harry moved closer and captured her lips with his own. The kissing quickly became frantic as Harry slowly backed her up into a corner. He slammed her into the wall and she moaned into his mouth, biting his lip. Their hands were frantically groping each other, their heads rolled side to side as they both fought for control of the kiss.
Harry tore his lips away from hers and plunged on her throat, sucking hard on the spot below her ear. She squirmed against him, lifting her one leg and wrapped it tightly around his hips. "Harry…Harry, wait…wait…."
Harry looked up at her, his breathing heavy and rapid. "What?"
She looked nervously at the door then back at him. Her lips were already swollen, her face was flushed with passion. Harry couldn't help but think how incredibly beautiful she looked at that moment. "Can we use the cloak at least?"
He smiled. "That's why I brought it," he said, unfolding and covering them with it. He felt Hermione relax a bit now that they were invisible to anyone who might happen to come into the office.
She smiled and pulled his head down to hers, kissing him again with an intensity that surprised him. Reaching between them, she grasped his erection through his trousers and Harry jumped. "Too many clothes," he mumbled against her mouth.
She shook her head then moved her lips down to his throat, particularly that spot on his collarbone she'd found their first night together. He grasped her shoulders and held her still, pursing his lips to keep the moans in his throat from escaping. "No time," she said, reaching down to undo his belt buckle.
Before Harry knew what had happened, she had pushed his trousers and boxes down his hips to his knees and had her hand wrapped around him, stroking him hard and fast. "Merlin, Mione…." he let his forehead fall against hers.
She pulled on his hand and put it under her skirt, without words telling him what she wanted him to do. He got the hint and even while she continued to work him to an almost painful erection, he pulled her knickers aside and pushed two fingers inside her, feeling the wetness spread out instantly. He groaned. "You are so wet…."
She pulled away and put her head back against the wall as she grinded herself against his fingers. Opening her eyes, she stared at him. Harry returned her gaze, seeing the unbridled lust in those chocolate brown pools that he constantly fell into. "Now, Harry," she demanded, biting on her lip as he continued to stroke her sensitive flesh.
He removed his fingers and stepped closer between her thighs. He roughly lifted her leg and she held it around his hip. He bent his knees slightly as he positioned his cock at her saturated opening, then stood up straight, impaling her body on his erection, filling her more completely than she'd ever been. "Oh, shit…" she said huskily, her voice nothing more than a strangled moan.
As he pounded into her, slamming her into the wall, Harry put the two fingers he had been stroking her with against her lips and she sucked them into her mouth. She opened her eyes and looked at him as she sucked on his fingers with the same rhythm he was shagging her. Harry pulled his fingers from her mouth then kissed her, bruising her lips as he probed her mouth deeply with his tongue, trying to taste the remnants from his fingers.
"Oh…Merlin…Harry…." she moaned, gripping his shoulders tightly, holding herself up on him, "harder…faster, Harry…harder!"
Calling on strength he didn't know he had, Harry focused all his attention on how she felt inside, and let himself go. Like a man possessed, he pumped his hips against hers, driving her into the wall so hard she was sure she was making an indentation in the stone.
Hermione closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck, holding onto him tightly. It was happening. She could feel her body starting to strain; the muscles inside her were starting to clench. It was teasing her, teetering just on the edge of oblivion. Harry was close, too. His eyes were shut tightly, his face a twisted mask of ecstasy. He was fighting it. He didn't want to come yet. This was too good. It was too perfect. It was the most erotic moment of his life and he wanted to prolong it for as long as he could.
Somewhere in the back of Hermione's mind, she was aware she was digging her nails into his back, probably drawing blood. But all she was truly aware of was how hard he was pounding into her. How much he was filling and stretching her. She had had only two lovers before Harry. And neither one of them were even on the radar anymore. Even the times with Harry earlier in the week, that had been more amazing and wonderful than she had ever thought possible, were nothing compared to this time.
Harry's moans started to get deeper, throatier. He was so close now. He reached down and wrapped his arms around her arse and pulled her up. She responded by wrapping her legs completely around his middle, pulling herself as tightly as she could against him, her arms wrapped around his shoulders tightly; it was all she could do to hold on as he bucked wildly against her.
He slowed the pace a bit, but his strokes were longer and harder now, reaching into her depths, making her grimace as each thrust brought her closer and closer to the pinnacle. She roughly pushed his shirt off his shoulder and she clamped onto it, sucking on his skin, gently biting.
And in the brief second she opened her eyes, she saw the office door open. Harry must have heard it too, or sensed that someone had come into the room because he suddenly stopped, his cock buried deep inside her, twitching with the beginnings of an orgasm that he was sure was going to blow the top of his head off. "Sn…Snape," Hermione whispered so quietly he almost didn't hear her.
Harry closed his eyes and bit down on his lip, willing the first waves of his orgasm to pass before overtaking him. Hermione watched intently as Snape walked to his desk-no more than five feet away from where Harry and Hermione were struggling with their body's desire to betray their forbidden tryst.
Harry opened his eyes and turned his head slightly so he could see what was going on. Snape was riffling through some papers on his desk and he eventually found whatever he was looking for. Harry and Hermione both watched him walk towards the door, both of them holding their breaths as best they could. Relief washed over both of them as they saw him step through the door frame and he reached for the handle.
Snape began to close the door, then he suddenly stopped. "Be sure to extinguish the light when you leave, Potter," Snape said, with an almost amused tone in his voice. "Good day, Miss Granger," He added, then closed the door behind him.
Harry and Hermione didn't move. After a minute, Harry looked at her and she just let her head fall to his shoulder. He pulled out of her, all evidence of their impending mind-blowing orgasms long gone. He slowly set her down on her feet and held her. He pulled the invisibility cloak off of them and sighed. "Well, so much for that," he said quietly into her hair.
Hermione took a deep breath and pulled back. "Oh, my God," she said putting her hand over her eyes, shaking her head.
Taking a deep, calming breath, Harry stepped away from her and pulled his boxers and trousers back up. He watched her as he fastened his belt buckle. Hermione was shaking, no longer with straining desire, but with humiliation and embarrassment. Harry smoothed her hair and she looked at him. He kissed her sweetly and grinned at her. "Hey, it's okay," he said.
"Okay?" she asked incredulously. "How can it be okay?'
"Well," Harry said, quickly trying to think of something to make her feel better, "he didn't really see anything."
Hermione seemed to think about this. "No, I guess not," she said quietly.
"And since he didn't actually see us," Harry continued, "it's his word against ours." Hermione nodded. "So all we have to do is play dumb."
"Yeah," Hermione agreed, "until he tells everyone in the school that Potter and Granger were shagging in his office. I'm sure everyone here already knows."
Harry hugged her tightly and kissed the top of her head. "I doubt he'd say anything, Mione," he said comfortingly, rocking her back and forth.
"And how can you be so sure?"
"Because it would cause him embarrassment having to relay the story," Harry explained.
Hermione pulled away and grinned. "You're right."
He smiled and kissed her softly. "We'll have to finish this later, though." Harry said determinedly. "I was this close," he said with aggravation in his voice, pinching two fingers together to leave no space between them.
"Yeah, tell me about it," Hermione said, taking her wand from her skirt pocket. "Scourgify," she said, pointing it at herself, then Harry. "Better?"
He nodded, then held his hand over the cloak. "Reducio." It shrunk back small enough that Harry could put it in his pocket. "Shall we?" He asked, holding out his hand towards the door.
She took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. "We have to make an appearance again eventually. Might as well get it over with." Harry nodded and followed her to the door. After Hermione opened the door, Harry turned and said "Nox." The dim light in the room went out, plunging the room into total darkness again.