Disclaimer: Same as always. I don't own anything, and I am not making any money at all. *sigh*
Author's Note: So this is it. The end. I would like to say a big huge thank you to Shannon for beta-ing this little chapter…she's a dear! And Flor, for finding that one random typo! Bwahahaha! What would Berkley say?
Umm…sorry I took such a long time with this! I've actually had half of it done for the longest while…I just finally sat down yesterday and decided to finish it. I was on a Morrissey kick, and although he isn't a hopeless romantic as much as he is slightly cynical/haunting/melancholy/scary/beautiful/mad, the guitar on Suedehead totally screams of revelations.
I blame school for this belated update…school and The Killers. They are a never-ending obsession that is determined to suck the soul right out of me.
You can't fight the boylove.
So without further ado, I present the last chapter of Accidnets!
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You wondered how long you could last before following him.
You were surprised to find you could actually last quite a while. You actually thought you were going to run after him like some rabid harpy. In fact, you thought you would beat him to his room. But no, there you sat. Twiddling your thumbs. Toying with your engagement ring.
Perhaps it was the shock of finally having realized how non-accidental all these randomly bizarre accidents really were. Well, you had always known they weren't accidents…well, at least the night before hadn't really been an accident, considering that you quite purposefully used alcohol to free your inhibitions…
But really, it really really wasn't an accident! And the full impact of that fact hadn't hit you until that very moment, sitting there, watching Amores Peligrosos. With Harry.
"I've always rooted for the Marias and Valentinos of the world," he had said.
And to your surprise, you found that you've always rooted for them too.
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You paced around your room for a while. She was going to follow you in. You saw it in her eyes when you left her. You felt it. And this bloody well made you a coward. You were letting her do the job you had to do. But then again, this was her decision more than it was yours. Your mind had been set long ago; she still had to convince herself.
AND IT WAS TAKING HER BLOODY FOREVER TO CONVINCE HERSELF!
You wondered whether it would be better to lay yourself down on the bed, so that when she came in, you'd be right and ready. But no, that'd be a bit too presumptuous. What if she didn't manage to convince herself, and only wanted to come in and borrow a quill? You'd feel mightily ridiculous if it came down to that. So no, sprawling yourself out on the bed was not going to happen.
You looked over at your nightstand and found her copy of "Hogwarts, A History." She had finally gotten you to start reading it, and you found that it wasn't at all a bad read. Sure, there were one too many references to goblin rebellions for your taste, but all in all, it was a pretty ok book. So you decided to sit down and peruse it. Why not? Reading, just like watching television, made time tick by faster.
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You stood in front of his door for what felt like forever. Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea. Maybe it was best if you indeed did just stay friends. But no…you wanted this. It felt right, for many many reasons. So instead of knocking on his door, (you felt hearing yourself knock might scare away your resolve) you decided to just burst in. So you did.
And what you found once you entered said room almost made you double over in laughter.
He was sitting on the small couch next to his bed…completely asleep. You could see "Hogwarts, A History" at his feet, and the compelling need to laugh hit you harder. But no, you wouldn't laugh. You didn't want to disturb. Let him sleep…
You turned around to walk out the door, but you were stopped by a sharp intake of breath.
He had woken up.
You wanted to laugh again because he had this mildly confused look on his face…like he had no idea what he was doing, where he was, or how he got there. That baffled expression looked quite attractive on him…funny how it never was with Ron…
He brought his hand up to his hair and started playing around with it. Now he really looked adorable; it was quite disgusting.
"So…what brings you here, Hermione?" He asked in affected casualness. You knew it was affected because he suddenly got very pink around the ears.
You decided it would be appropriate to tease him. "Umm…I just wanted to borrow a quill," you said as seriously as you could.
"Oh," he said simply. He suddenly looked rather deflated. "Oh. Well, if you look in that drawer over there…"
"Harry, you git! Of course I'm not here to borrow a quill!" you said, laughing at the absurdity of it all.
"Then why are you here?" he asked, his tone serious.
"You know why I'm here," you replied, adapting a serious tone as well.
"Tell me."
So that was it then? Tell him. How were you bloody going to tell him? Where you supposed to just stand there and say, "I want a shag." Is that what he wanted?
Men.
You sashayed across the room with as much haughtiness as you could muster, and sat yourself down on his bed. You crossed your legs, flipped your hair and tried to look as impassive as possible. It must've been working because he started pulling on the collar of his shirt, and you could see his knee was shaking…
Did it matter that your heart was racing way past the speed of light?
"Why do you think I'm here?" you shot back, wanting to turn the tables on the matter. You rather enjoyed the way he suddenly couldn't look at you, and had to keep his eyes on his own feet; it was quite endearing.
"Well, you could be here for any number of reasons…" he told his feet.
"Give me a few," you replied.
"I asked you first."
"I'm asking you now."
He placed his elbows on his knees and lowered his head to his hands. "Why are you doing this to me?" he mumbled.
"Why are you doing this to me?"
He stood up from his seat. He began pacing the room, running his hands through his hair. You watched his frustration in amusement, stifling a laugh when he slammed the door angrily. "Why are you being so difficult?" he grumbled at no one in particular.
You stood up and placed your hand on his chest, stopping him mid-pace. "Oh, I'm being difficult, am I?" you asked with a grin.
Immediately, his annoyed scowl was replaced with a half-smile. "You were teasing me," he said.
"I was, yes."
"That isn't nice," he replied, placing a hand over yours.
"No, it isn't."
He reached out his other hand to pull you closer, and it felt remarkably as if your body was a guitar, and he was a skilled guitarist, plucking at the strings, making sure the tension was perfect…
"Last night, wasn't an accident, was it?" he asked. He had his nose in your hair, and his proximity had your skin breaking out in gooseflesh.
"No," you replied. Your face was buried in his chest, and you really wanted to do was stand there forever and rub your cheek against him. It felt nice there, secure. "It wasn't an accident because…"
And there you stopped. You walked back toward his bed, and pressed him down onto it. You took a step away from him, and looked him straight in the eye.
"Because, you know the way I like my tea."
He looked at you quizzically, waiting for you to explain yourself. But all you did was take a deep breath, kneel yourself before him, and continue.
"Yesterday wasn't an accident, because you always remember to buy my favorite biscuits at the store." You slid your hands up his thighs, up the buckle of his belt. You fumbled around with it for a while, feeling your arms shake to the tips of your fingers.
"You always supported me during my stupid romantic struggles."
You tucked the shirt out of his pants, and began unbuttoning the buttons, starting with the bottom. You bit your lip, not knowing what bit of exposed skin you wanted to kiss first. You decided to start with his belly, and work your way up. He moaned; you could tell he was shaking. But he didn't speak a word.
"You remembered to keep my side of the study transfiguration free."
The tone in which you said this caused him to roll his eyes. You laughed. He brought his hand up behind your head, and pulled you in for a kiss. He knew that his silence was making you nervous, and this kiss was a reassurance. It's ok, it seemed to say. Generally, males aren't as good as verbalizing their feelings as females…the kiss actually made you feel like laughing.
"What's wrong?" he asked, when he felt you shaking against him.
"Nothing!" you said, bringing your lips back to his, and trying hard to restrain yourself. It was only nervous laughter…
You broke the kiss; you wanted to kiss his neck. You started by working your way across his jawbone, and ended up by his ear. "When you were eleven," you whispered, "You threw yourself in front of a troll to protect me."
There was a sharp intake of breath, a realization of how long in coming this all was. You placed your hands inside his shirt and pulled it away. Your lips were drawn to his shoulders-so warm.
"You got me hooked on a bloody soap opera," you breathed onto the nape of his neck. He snorted. You swatted his arm. "What was that? You know how important that is to a bookworm like me..." You continued kissing the other side of his neck, despite the little snickers you heard coming from him. You pinched his side in retaliation. That was when he decided to pick you up and sit you on his lap, so that you straddled him.
Another kiss. You had to break it when you felt his hands on your waist, going under your shirt, lifting it up to take it off. His fingers on your bare back, his hands undoing your bra clasp-so electrifying.
You weren't aware that you were grinding against him, though his sighs and moans told you he was enjoying it. The little currents of pleasure winding their way up your spine were frustrating you, so you shoved your breasts in his face, hoping his mouth would alleviate some of it…
Unfortunately, it only worsened things.
You eventually got so exasperated you shoved him down completely. He blinked at your sudden eagerness, but all you did was smile down at him, and attach your lips to his nipples. They suddenly looked so inviting, just sprawled there for your viewing pleasure…
Your hands worked themselves down to his pants again. They had a mind of their own, it seemed, and they were determined to continue on until Harry Potter was appropriately naked. Both you and Harry decided to oblige these clever hands, so the both of you worked together, squirming around like mad freaks, until Harry was--finally--appropriately naked.
Harry reached over to take off his glasses, but you stopped him. You wanted him to wear them. You wanted him to experience this fully, just as you wanted to experience him fully. And his glasses were a part of him. You brought his hands up to your lips and kissed them.
"You put a ring on my finger to keep a nasty group of witches from getting the best of me…"
You brought his hands down to the waistband of your pants. You helped him tug them, and your knickers, off. Now that you were both appropriately naked, you decided it was high time you scooted yourself more fully onto the bed. You didn't want to end up falling off at an inopportune moment…
You both ended up rolling around the bed, squealing, laughing, and fighting for the top position. You won, of course, though you slightly suspected Harry let you win.
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Of course you let her win. How could you not, after all the things she said? After all the thing she didn't say…
It all left you literally speechless. You had no clue what to say; everything that you thought paled in comparison to her words. So you had no choice but to show her. If you couldn't tell her how you felt, you'd let her feel it.
She was on top of you, kissing you hungrily, squirming deliciously. You didn't how much more of it you could take. You brought your right hand down between her legs, and felt the soft, delicate dampness. She moaned for you. She was ready for you. You were definitely ready for her.
She bent down to kiss you, and you couldn't help but bit her gorgeously swollen lips. She nuzzled your neck…you could feel her hot breath on your flesh, and it made you even more impatient. But the clincher of it all was when she brought her lips to your ear, and breathed, "Last night was not an accident because of all the things you've done for me, but because of all the things you've let me do for you…"
That was it. You couldn't stand it anymore. You forced her lips to yours, embracing her tightly. And because you were half out of your mind by this time, you savagely flipped her over and sank into her with one full thrust. You saw her eyes close, a look of pure bliss on her face, and you felt thankful. Fulfillment. Perfection. Satisfaction. Over and over as you thrust into her. Over and over as you saw her face change from one look of pleasure to another. Over and over as you felt what she felt, as you made manifest the things you couldn't say.
A bite to your shoulder. A kiss to her neck. A short little spasm that has your toes curling. She brings her hands to your arse to drive you in deeper. You speed up because you want her to come. You need her to come.
You wanted her to know that you loved her…
You grabbed her hands and kissed them. You toyed with her "engagement ring."
You never wanted her to take it off.
Her legs tighten around you. You beg with your eyes. She kisses your forehead, and lets go. You feel her to the tips of your fingers, and happy that you have accomplished your goal, you let yourself come undone as well.
Thank Merlin that this time there weren't any accidents.
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A/N: Yes, that was the end. Boo hoo. Now maybe perhaps I'll kinda sorta start updating The Draught of Living Death. Maybe perhaps kinda sorta. Maybe perhaps kinda sorta.
But before I let you all go for your snack break in between the fic cramming session, (because I know some of you have been sitting in front of your computers gorging yourselves on fic all day!) let me say a quick thanks Sabine for nagging me out of my funk. Yes, I'm talking to you, the reviewer, Sabine. I thought it was totally cool the way you went down my list and reviewed every last thing. And then all the other reviewers who have stuck by me despite my knack of being a completely random and unreliable updater. Y'all rock, and make this worth it!
*runs off to satisfy the boylove obsession*