The Scream Heard Round the World

Gaya Hriive

Rating: NC17
Genres: Romance, Humor
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 4
Published: 07/07/2005
Last Updated: 18/08/2005
Status: completed

Very heated scene between Harry and Hermione. Rated for mild violence and intense sexual scenes. part one of two.

Chapters

1. Intro to the Noise and the Fight

2. Author Note

3. Eww.

4. Author Note From Me to You

1. Intro to the Noise and the Fight

A/N: Ok, the very short intro from Ron's perspective was inspired by a true event involving myself, my roommate, and her live in boyfriend lol. Anyways, the Fight is all my own originality. Please be advised that there is some minor violence but violence still the same so if rough sexual interludes bother you, then don't read this. However, if you enjoy more than a little steam, continue on. There will be at least one more chapter after this one, but I haven't written it yet so…yea. Anyway, please R&R…this is very OOC on Harry and Hermione's part but it had to be to fit in the story. Thanks!

Gaya

Intro to the Noise

This is getting ridiculous, Ron thought to himself. He turned over in bed to see the flashing alarm clock on the table; it read 3:34 a.m. He groaned and put a pillow over his face, trying to block out the incredibly loud noises coming from the room across the hall.

Ron shared a flat with Harry and Hermione. They all moved in together right after graduation and it had turned out to be a rather nice arrangement. All three of them held jobs at the Ministry of Magic; Ron was in Auror training, Hermione worked in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Department, and Harry was an Unspeakable.

Harry and Hermione had gotten together at the beginning of seventh year and they were absolutely perfect together. Ron could tell just by looking at them how much they were in love. Living in the room across the hall, Ron was more than accustomed to the quiet wave of pants and groans that usually floated his way from their room, but tonight it was the loudest thing he had ever heard in his life. He could hear Hermione moaning rather loudly and Harry was grunting forcefully. Also audible was a very continuous string of `Oh Harry' and `Oh Hermione.' Ron laughed a little at his friend's expense. He knew why they were being so loud this particular morning. They'd had a huge argument earlier in the day. It was the worst fight they had ever had as a couple and now, oh yes, now they were having that angry, vengeful makeup sex. Ron laughed again at the thought but jumped out of bed and ran to the door as he heard the loudest and most awful scream that had ever reached his ears.

The Fight

“Harry Potter, you can be such an arrogant, selfish arse. But fortunately for me, I still love you anyway.” Hermione grinned in spite of herself. Her anger was slowly ebbing away as she looked at the man that she loved.

“Is that supposed to be an apology Hermione? Because if it is, it rather sucks.” Harry was fuming, towering over Hermione, whose anger was rapidly returning.

“Look Harry, I'm sorry ok? I said some things that I shouldn't have said but I honestly didn't mean anything by it. I was just mad, that's all.”

“Yea, well, whether you meant what you said or not, I am really in no mood to accept and apology from you right now. I'm going out, I'll be home later.” Harry moved away and grabbed his coat but before he made it to the bedroom door, Hermione had him by the back of his shirt.

“I don't think so Potter. You are not going to just walk out and leave this as is. I made you mad, you made me mad. Now we are going to apologize and make up.”

Harry turned around to face her, his face a concentrated calm.

“Hermione, I said that I don't want to talk about it at the moment. I need some fresh air and I will be back later on.”

He turned around to face the door once again, but Hermione whipped him around and to his astonishment, slapped him in the face.

“You bastard. Is this how it's going to be every time we quarrel? Are you just going to get up and walk out on me? No. You're not. I will not stand here and let you act all high and mighty. Get over yourself Harry.” Her voice was calm but very cold. Harry rubbed his jaw where she had hit him and stared at her in disbelief.

“You just hit me. What the hell Hermione? Are you just going to abuse me now when you don't get your way?”

“If that's what it takes to get your attention.” She stood with her hands on her hips, lightly taping one foot on the carpeted ground. She wore a look of steady determination but her eyes gave away her true anger. Harry looked at her for mere seconds and took another step toward the door. His hand reached the handle this time but Hermione pulled him around once more and slapped him even harder than the first time. On his cheek was a small but very red imprint of her hand.

This sent Harry over the edge. He dropped his coat and lunged at Hermione. He grabbed her by her wrists and slammed her against the wall. He was breathing heavily and instead of fear in her eyes, he saw anger and a heated intensity.

“Damn it woman! Stop bloody hitting me! You physically abusing me is NOT going to make me want to apologize to you!” Harry held Hermione up against the wall and they glared at one another.

His tight grip was firm but not enough to cause her any real pain. She wanted to hit him again but since her hands were restrained, she brought her knee up and made contact with the inside of Harry's right thigh. He yelled and bent his head but did not loosen his grip on her wrists.

“So this is how you want to play then? Fine. It's a game for two you know.” Harry released her from the wall and slung her onto the bed somewhat forcefully. If she wanted to hurt him, then he knew exactly how to bring her to her knees in defeat.

Hermione tried to get up but Harry pushed her back down on to the bed and ripped her shirt off. Buttons went flying everywhere as she lay exposed from the waist up. Harry positioned himself over her and pinned her wrists down to the mattress. She knew what he was about to do and looked fearful. She took a shaky breath and looked down at him.

“Please harry, don't. I'm sorry. I really am…please don't…ohhhhhh…”

Harry had begun to do what she begged him not to. Swirling his tongue in very slow, deliberate circles around her bellybutton, he watched as she closed her eyes and tried to wriggle out from underneath him.

Hermione was extremely ticklish. For some reason, her bellybutton was the most sensitive, well second most sensitive, area on her body. All he had to do to get her to admit defeat was play with that little button until she could no longer think straight. And it didn't take long.

Soon Harry was enraptured in her moans and groans and her feeble attempts at begging him to stop. After a few moments, he ripped off her pants and they stared at one another with such heat and intensity that they could stand it no longer. Hermione groped for the buttons to Harry's pants and in one swift motion removed them and his boxers. Immediately after de-panting him, she removed his shirt. Harry had long since removed her undergarments and they lay panting against one another. Harry looked at Hermione with such heat that it made the breath catch in her throat. She knew what was coming and she knew it would be the best sex of her life.

“I'm going to have to punish you for hitting me Hermione. I can't very well be the pants of the relationship if every time you disagree with me, you take to slapping me.”

Before she could respond he was inside of her. Her body bucked upwards toward his and they met in a pace that was much quicker than either of them was used to. For several minutes they panted and danced together in a torrid tango of sweat and thrusts.

Hermione's head was spinning. She couldn't think clearly at all but she knew that it was her turn to punish him. As soon as she could, she managed to flip them over so that she was on top. Harry looked up at her, waiting, but she removed herself from around him and perched on his lower abdomen. He gave a whimper of confusion and she simply grinned. She trailed one finger slowly up and down his chest, stopping to tease his nipples. He closed his eyes and groaned as she finally lowered herself onto him. She did so slowly, not with the quickness that he had entered her. When she was halfway down, she stopped and then slid back up. Harry's eyes popped open and he looked at her with a mixture of confusion and disgust for teasing him so badly. She repeated her tease a few more times and then without warning she slammed back down onto him and they were off again.

Harry held Hermione's hips to prevent her from coming all the way up and also to help the depth at which he was penetrating her. They were both moaning very, very loudly as the pace only quickened.

“Oh…Harry…” Hermione breathed. She barely had enough air in her lungs to breath, much less to speak.

“Hermione…oh…” Harry gasped as she picked up the pace even more.

Soon they were both reduced to guttural grunts and high pitched squeaks as they both felt themselves reaching the edge. Harry moved his hips upward to allow Hermione a chance for multiple orgasms and as he did so, he felt her walls clench around him. He moaned loudly as he exploded within her but she kept going. He felt her shiver and watched as she threw her head back. She rode him for only seconds more and then she stopped abruptly and screamed as loudly as her lungs would allow.

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2. Author Note

A/N: I am currently working on another piece that I hope to have up soon. Mainly this is because I am dying to talk to someone who has read HBP since none of my friends are done yet. If you would be so kind as to indulge me, IM me on AIM at Gaya Hriive.

Thanks!

Gaya

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3. Eww.

A/N: Wow, people really care about what I write! Sorry it's taken so long, but RL is sucky and completely busy so I haven't had time to write, well, much of anything other than tickets at the Waffle House. Anyways, here is the second chapter that I promised. I hope that it meets all of your standards. It is meant to be humorous and thus a little far fetched in places, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless. Please R&R, it keeps me humble

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Chapter Two: Eww.

Before the echo of Hermione's scream had disappeared, the door flew open and Ron was greeted with what was possibly, in his opinion, the most disgusting thing he had ever seen. Harry was spread eagle and perched atop him was a rigidly shaking Hermione. She had her head bowed and her hands were planted firmly on Harry's chest. Neither of them realized that Ron was standing in the doorway looking horrified. Hermione took a breath that rattled all the way down.

“I'm…not…done…yet…” With her words came another violent shudder and a scream almost as loud as the first. She collapsed onto Harry in a panting heap and sighed with the most contentment she had ever felt.

Ron slowly backed out of the room and closed the door quietly before either of them noticed his presence. Once inside the sanctuary of his room, he slumped back down onto the bed and sat staring at the wall, replaying what he had just witnessed.

Ok, I just saw my two best friends naked, having sex. Eww, that about sums it up. Hermione screamed so loud though, I thought for sure that she was being hurt. Not that Harry would ever hurt her, but Merlin she sure sounded like it. And what was with her shaking. I've never seen a woman shake like that from an orgasm. But she looked like she was being electrocuted or something. Oh well, I must forget that I ever saw that and pretend like it never happened. This will never, ever, be spoken of.

With that decision made, Ron tucked back into bed and fell into a sleep where he had many dreams of hippogriffs, heroic battles, and Hermione's screams.

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(Back in Harry and Hermione's Room)

Hermione finally found the strength to roll off of Harry and onto the mattress beside him. She was still breathing in small pants, but she wore the largest smile Harry had ever seen.

“Hermione, I don't really know what just happened, but one thing I am certain about is that was the sexiest thing I have ever seen. What happened? I mean, I know I'm good, but I didn't know I was that good!”

Hermione chuckled then became sullen.

“I don't really know what happened to be honest. I mean, that was the best, and I mean best sex I think I have ever had in my life. I have never had an orgasm like that before. It felt like I was just drowning in an endless sea of pleasure and then the second one hit and it felt like I had literally died. It was like all the pleasure was coursing through me in an electric current. It was, to say the least, completely extraordinary.”

“I'd say…I thought I hurt you at first, what with my incredible skills in the sack, that is.”

“No, you didn't hurt me at all. You are the only person who can make me come like that though. For that I will award you a small amount of credit.”

They laughed together as a thought crossed Harry's mind. Caught in the heated throws of passion he didn't notice it at the time, but now he was sure of it. Ron had come bursting into the room right after Hermione's first scream.

Oh god. Ron saw us having sex. Eww. He probably thought Hermione was hurt or something and came to see if everything was alright. Damn, now it's going to be all awkward and stuff. Well maybe he didn't see anything…yea right. Well I will forget it happened and it will never, ever be mentioned.

Harry rolled over and watched an apparently sleeping Hermione. Little did he know that the `incident' would go far from being unmentioned.

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Hermione closed her eyes and prepared her mind for sleep after the bought of mind numbing sex. One thing, however, was keeping her from a much needed rest. She too had seen Ron come bursting into the room shortly after she screamed. She was sure Harry hadn't noticed, what with him being enraptured with her screaming orgasm. But she had noticed, out of the corner of her eye. She also saw Ron slowly leave instead of interrupting them.

That was polite of him to just bow out after seeing something like that. I'm sure it was very weird of him to see me screaming and shaking on top of his best friend. I'm so glad he's grown up. Years ago he would have laughed and run for the camera. I'm sure I probably scared the hell out of him screaming though, so it's nice to know that he was concerned enough to come check on me at four in the morning. I'll never, ever forget his politeness. I'll have to thank him in the morning.

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Ron woke up early at around eight a.m. and immediately recalled the events of hours previous. He got up and showered, steeled in his resolve to just forget he had seen anything. He dressed quickly and went to the kitchen and saw that Harry and Hermione were already sitting down to breakfast; Hermione made a tasty batch of toast and eggs. She and Harry bid Ron good morning as he sat down to eat. Conversation went very well ranging in topics from Quidditch to what was new in the Daily Prophet. Harry and Ron both thought that things were going well, what without mention of the night before, until Hermione reached for the toast.

“Ron, I just want to thank you for your politeness last night. I know that it must have been extremely awkward for you to see me riding Harry like a mechanical bull but I appreciate how you handled it.”

Harry choked on his bite of eggs and ended up with a mouthful of Ron's coffee on his clean white shirt. Hermione seemed oblivious to their reactions and continued on.

“I'm so glad to see that you have grown up. I know that not long ago you would have guffawed like a baboon and run for Rita Skeeter herself. So once again, thank you for your discretion.”

Hermione finished buttering her toast and looked up to see both Harry and Ron wearing flabbergasted expressions. Ron's face was bright red and he bowed his head, nose in his coffee mug.

“Uh…yea…whatever…” he stuttered through an embarrassed tremor. Much more to Harry's chagrin than Ron's, Hermione kept talking.

“It's nice to know that we can all act like adults in situations such as these. I mean, you know that Harry and I have a very active and very interesting sex life, so naturally something like this was bound to happen. I'm amazed you never saw us before now. Especially after all the of places we've fuc-“

Hermione was silenced by Harry shoving a large piece of toast into her mouth.

“Have some toast dear.” He said, his face bright red behind his glasses.

Ron stood and excused himself from the table and left for work without another word to either of them. Hermione extracted the toast from her mouth and looked at Harry with a wicked expression.

“Want to see if you can make me scream again?”

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4. Author Note From Me to You

A/N: Hi everyone. I know that I haven't posted anything new in a long while but my computer is down and I'm hobo-ing it on my friend's. I do want to say that I am working on the sequel to “The Scream Heard Round the World” and it will be titled “She's A Screamer.”

I just wanted to apologize for my absence and give a heads up for the new piece that perhaps will be up by the end of next week. Thanks for hanging out and waiting for me.

If you would like to leave me comments or messages, you can email me at GayaHriive@yahoo.com and I can check it on a computer at the University.

Thanks again and until next time,

Gaya Hriive

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