The Notebook

(Author's Note: This is a one shot inspired by the movie The Notebook. The stories aren't really the same, but this story is modeled after the love scene in the movie. This is pretty much pointless smut; if that's not your thing, skip this one. I appreciate all comments, both good and bad, so please read and review. And have a great day!)


"Goddamn it Harry! I'm in love with you!"

Oh how his heart thrilled to hear those words! He had loved her forever, and she knew it too, but she just hadn't been able to say it back. They had kissed briefly, touched, but she always stopped it before it really got started. He knew she was scared; scared that she wouldn't be good enough for him, that the wasn't pretty enough for him; scared that she would get hurt, scared that she would do something stupid that would turn him off.

But nothing could have made him stop loving her; it was her and only her, and it always had been. He couldn't believe she thought herself ugly; he told her over and over how beautiful she was to him, how entirely sexy he found her, but she just wouldn't hear it.

How could he not find her attractive? She had the softest, most creamy white skin he had ever seen on a girl, the biggest, most beautiful eyes, the longest, silkiest legs. Every touch of her exquisite body was torture, knowing that all too soon she would be pushing him away.

But now... now, she was clinging to him in a tight embrace, possibly the closest she had ever been to him, or to any boy for that matter. The rain had soaked her dress and was clinging to her soft curves in the most tantalizing way. Those long legs were wrapped around his waist, and he had one hand on her hip to steady her as she kissed him fiercely, and the other wrapped around her back to pull her ever closer.

After a few minutes Harry pulled away and cupped Hermione's chin with his hand, looking into her eyes, surprised to find her sobbing.

"I love you Harry," she whispered softly. "I love you."

"I love you too Hermione," he murmured.

He decided right there that he was going to make love to her, but he didn't want to do it out in the rain. It was doing wonderful things for him to practically see right through her dress, but she was shivering already, so he gripped her tightly and carried her back up to the castle.

Hermione began kissing him in earnest again as they stumbled through the front door; Harry was finding it extremely difficult to walk and keep kissing her at the same time. Somehow, he finally managed to get them up to the common room entrance, where he hurriedly pressed her up against the wall and really started kissing her back. It took all his effort to pull his mouth away from his assault on her lips and pull them through the entrance into the deserted common room. As they burst through the doorway, Hermione somehow managed to free Harry of his shirt; she pressed closer to him, loving the feel of his warm skin on her chill body.

They stumbled over to the common room table, where Harry gently lay Hermione down and started kissing her neck, while fumbling with the closure of her dress.

"Harry," she gasped as he sucked on her damp skin, "Harry, please, I want to do this in a bed."

"Okay," he panted, "okay."

They both stumbled off the table and Harry promptly had Hermione up against the wall again. She reached down and fumbled with his belt; he watched her progress with lust-filled eyes.

"Hermione," he panted, "are you sure? I mean... soon I won't be able to stop..."

"Of course I'm sure," she gasped, finally managing to undo his pants and pull them off, so that he was left standing only in his very wet boxers that were quickly revealing just how much he wanted her.

Harry kissed her neck as he undid the row of buttons on the front of Hermione's dress, pulling it off her with some difficulty due to it's wetness, leaving her only in her light shift and undergarments. He picked her up once more as she wrapped her legs around him and walked with her up the stairs to his dormitory. She pulled the shift over her head at the doorway, revealing her breasts to him for the first time. He carried her over to his bed half-naked and they collapsed backwards when he reached it, him on top.

Harry kissed her again and Hermione smiled into his mouth, loving him, loving this. He pulled himself off her and slid down her body enough so that he could slip his fingers underneath the band of her blue-lace panties and pull them down, along with her thigh-highs. When it was all off, she looked up at him expectantly, with a slight trace of fear still in her eyes.

"You are so beautiful," Harry told her, and she smiled up at him.

He pulled his own boxers off and lay himself down on top of her, their damp skin creating a heated fire the first time it touched. His hands slowly wandered over her breasts, and she arched her neck back as he kissed her, fighting to keep back a moan. He rested his forehead against hers for a moment, then pulled her up into a sitting position, so that she was in his lap. Harry slowly lowered Hermione onto him, and she let out a loud gasp, and then a moan, as they finally joined as one.

Hermione ran her hands all over Harry's back and kissed him with a new passion as he slowly lifted her up and down on him, while he thrust up gently to meet her. He bent his head down and captured her nipple in his mouth, slowly sucking it and causing her to emit small sighs of pleasure. Hermione held his head in place with her hands to ensure his continued ministrations.

He moved his lips to her neck and changed the angle of his thrusts; she opened her eyes and let out a high pitched moan, and then threw her head back as her orgasm racked her body. Harry continued his thrusts as he gently lay her back down on the bed; Hermione moaned again and pushed her hands back against the headboard.

She arched her neck up to kiss Harry's chest and then collapsed back down with a groan and looked up into his eyes. Harry reached down to rub his fingers above the place where they were joined; her eyes rolled and she arched her neck back in pleasure.

As Harry increased the speed of his thrusts, Hermione's head thrashed from side to side, and her pleasure-filled moans were all he could discern; he barely registered his own groans of ecstasy.

On an impulse, he flipped them over so that Hermione was on top, and continued to thrust upward into her soft heat.

"Oh God Harry," she groaned, "Oh! Oh God!"

Harry could feel that she was getting close again; he didn't think he could take it if she orgasmed on top of him, so he rolled them over again. The new angle proved to be too much for Hermione; her legs, which had been wrapped tightly around him, fell open; her head lolled to the side, her brow furrowed, and she opened her mouth in a silent scream as she came for the second time. It proved to be the end for Harry as well; Hermione's walls clenched around him as she moaned, her head falling off the edge of the bed and a look of intense pleasure on her face; Harry thrust into her hard two more times before giving in with a load moan and spilling his warmth into her. Hermione smiled as the last ripples of pleasure left her body and she felt Harry let go as well.

He rolled off her and lay on his back, gasping. She turned over and just looked at him for a long time.

"I love you Harry."

"I love you too. God Hermione, that was mind-blowing."

"Let's do it again."

The rest of the night passed most pleasantly;)