Lights

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter, Hogwarts, or anything else associated with the two. It all belongs to a genius named JK Rowling.

Warning: This is NC-17. That means sex. If you are uncomfortable with the idea, then press the back button, and find something else to read. J

Author’s Note: this cookie is dedicated to NAPPA, who gave me the smut bunny in the first place, and requested that I write it. I hope you all enjoy it!

Lights

It was a beautiful night at Hogwarts, almost too good to be true. The stars stood out in clear relief from the deep, velvety blue of the sky. There wasn’t a single cloud in the sky, and the moon was so bright that the grounds almost looked like they were under full sunlight. For the seventh years, curfew had been lifted since it was their last night in the castle. Most of the students had taken the opportunity to hole themselves up in various parts of the castle to snog, but a few had taken to the grounds.

A moonlight Quidditch game had begun, with mixed teams from all of the houses, and even a few professors joined in (Madam Hooch, Professor McGonagall, and to everyone’s surprise, Professor Dumbledore, who turned out to be a fantastic keeper). The one person that everyone expected to be on the pitch wasn’t. Harry Potter was walking around the lake, fingering something in one of his pockets with one hand, and holding the hand of his girlfriend with the other.

They had detached themselves from the rest of their class and walked towards the lake in order to gain some privacy that wasn’t a broom closet. When they reached the grassy area below the lake, Harry sat down and pulled Hermione down next to him. They sat in silence for a while before Harry lay down to stare up at the night sky.

It was something that he had never gotten to do at the Dursley’s, and there he never even had a window, since he had been locked in the cupboard for most of his life. At Hogwarts, the curfew and all of his adventures had stopped him from doing it. As soon as he was fully on his back, he sighed.

“What is it, Harry?” Hermione asked.

“This is the first time I have ever done this,” he replied honestly.

“Done what?”

“Star gazed. The Dursleys locked me in a cupboard when I was little, and there was always a curfew or scheme or mystery to think about here. I just never had the chance.” He looked over at her, “I’m glad that you’re here to share it with me.”

He rolled over and gently kissed her on the lips. She leaned into his body, and he wrapped his arms around her waist. Harry sighed again, this time with contentment. They sat wrapped in each other’s arms for a few hours, only moving when the moon set, and they were plunged into darkness.

Harry kissed Hermione once more before sitting up and pulling her up with him. When they were standing, he used a charm that he had written to create a light spectacle around them. It looked like they were swimming in a pool of fireworks. He reached into his pocket to remove the almost forgotten item from his pocket. Slowly, he lowered himself onto one knee, and grasped her hands.

“Seven years ago, a girl wandered into my compartment looking for a lost toad and demonstrating the spells she had learned on her own. Two months later she became my friend. Over the next few years, she stuck with me through thick and thin, whether it was a potions final, a fight, or a battle against Lord Voldemort. Somewhere along the line, that girl became a beautiful woman. I looked into her eyes and knew that I was in love, that I always had been.

“Hermione, our years at Hogwarts are over. The perpetual battle with Voldemort is over, and the future is uncertain. The only thing I know is that I want you beside me when it happens. I want your face to be the first thing I see every morning, and the last thing I see every night.

“Hermione Granger, Will you marry me?” Harry opened the small box that he had been holding to reveal a ring.

Without a word, Hermione slid the ring onto her finger and knelt next to him, kissing him. Within seconds, they were back on the ground, locked in a passionate kiss, cloaks forgotten nearby.

Slowly, Harry reached to her waist and pulled her sweater over her head, her hair spread out behind her on the grass. Her tie quickly followed, and Harry bent down for another kiss. It was broken for a second while Hermione tugged his sweater and tie off. When their lips met again it was more passionate. They stayed locked in their kiss as they were freed from the constraints of their shirts.

Harry ran a finger over her soft stomach, letting it trail up between her breasts to her mouth. He ran his hand across her back, and unhooked her bra, leaving the soft mounds exposed to the night air. She moaned as he ran his hands over her bare skin and breasts.

He felt his pants become too tight as his erection grew, but Hermione took no notice of his discomfort as she continued to kiss him and grind her hips against him. After about 10 minutes of the torture, she reached down and unbuttoned his trousers, freeing his erection from the fabric. He shivered as she lightly caressed the head, and leaned down to kiss her again.

While they were locked in their embrace, Hermione shoved Harry’s pants down around his ankles and he kicked them off along with his shoes and socks. She rolled them over so that she was on top, and sat up, straddling his hips. He reached up and massaged her bare breasts for a minute before reaching her waist and unclipping her belt and skirt.

When all of her clothing had been discarded, he flipped her over onto her back again and just looked at her. Her paleness of her skin was accentuated by the twinkling lights all around them, and the sparkles danced in her hair and eyes, making it look like they were made of icy fire.

“You’re beautiful. Have I told you that recently?” He whispered.

“Yes, you tell me that everyday.” She cut of any further words with a deep, bruising kiss.

After another several minutes, Harry broke it off, and kissed, nibbled and sucked his way down to her breasts. He licked a circle around one of the nipples and blew lightly on it before leaning in and nipping it. It caused Hermione to arch her back and moan in pleasure. He sucked lightly on it before moving to the other and repeating the same performance.

“Harry!” Hermione gasped. She had never felt anything equal to this. His only response was made with his hands. He let his finger trail down between her breasts, over her stomach and between her legs, where he found his final resting place. She opened her legs to accommodate his fingers, and rocked her hips to feel more of his light touch.

However, she found that she was unable to move. His weight was holding her down and preventing her from making the satisfying movement. It was torture, and she growled in frustration. Finally she wrenched herself free of his grasp and wrestled him to the ground, again straddling his hips. She pinned down his arms and preceded to hive him the same treatment he had given her. She lightly kissed her way down his neck, sucking slightly at his collarbone, leaving a mark. She let her tongue trail down to his nipples, and nipped at the small buds before continuing her way down.

She reached his navel and dipped her tongue in quickly, but had to release his arms before she could continue. He only wiped his hair out of his eyes and left his hands at his sides.

Hermione finally reached her target, but instead of taking his arousal into her mouth, she moved down, nibbling on his sack and inner thighs. It was his turn to moan and arch his back, which he did followed by a growl.

Finally, Hermione took pity on him and licked the head of his erection, tasting the salty liquid that had begun to pool at the top. He growled again and tangled his fingers in her disheveled, wavy hair, forcing her head down; she didn’t try to resist.

Before he could reach a climax, she lifted off him, leaving his erection stiff and quivering, silhouetted in the paling, twinkling lights.

A millisecond later, he pounced, once again rolling on top of her. He leaned down for a kiss as she spread her legs and wrapped the m around his hips to allow him better access to her most intimate and personal space.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Of course,” she replied in a husky whisper, “I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.”

Slowly, he pushed forward, meeting little resistance from her. He went slowly, allowing her to adjust to the intrusion as it happened. Once he was fully inside her, she purred in pleasure. It was the most wonderful sense of completeness; she had never felt anything like it before. Gently, she kissed his swollen lips.

“Harry…” she managed to whisper, “move. I want to feel you.”

In response, he said nothing, just complied with her wish. It was the most unique sensation he had ever felt, and his lips landed on his fiancée’s lips in a bruising kiss. Slowly, as they both got used to the sensation, the tempo picked up. Hermione began to rock her hips in time with his, the tempo increasing tenfold. Their lips never left each other, determined to fuse their two bodies and souls into one.

“ ‘Mione!” Harry gasped as his entire body stiffened. Half a second later he pushed himself as far into her as he could go and released. The feeling of his throbbing arousal was too much for Hermione, and she reached her climax. Her entire body clenched, focused on the singular sensation between her legs. Harry collapsed on top of her, and they rolled onto their sides, still connected.

Hermione stretched her neck and kissed his forehead softly, right on the famous scar. He shivered gently at her touch.

“I love you, my Hermione,” he whispered in her ear, his eyes still closed.

“I love you too, you will always be my Harry,” she whispered as the last of the twinkling lights faded and went out, plunging them into darkness together.

Le Fin

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~*~Professor Granger~*~