Love you more

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LOVE YOU MORE

BY: J

DISCLAIMER – This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

FICLET SUMMARY –

Harry/Hermione PWP smutfic as a companion piece to Tabanca

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A/N – This is dedicated to my incredible beta CalophiChan aka Jen Bruck. Only God knows where I would be without her help! ^_^

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Harry Potter was terribly hot and bothered. Why was he hot and bothered you ask?

Harry is much too ashamed to explain.

Leaning against his headboard, he listened to the moans coming from the Head Girl’s room with an attentiveness that came with the habit. Gasping, he stroked himself harder and faster as the moans came quicker. Being a Head Boy allowed him to have a room all to himself.

It also allowed him to get off on hearing the pretty brunette Head Girl climax every night.

Harry groaned as he climaxed and slumped against his pillows as his cum ran over his fingers. Cleaning himself up quickly and Harry tried to slow his breathing as he lay on his bed. He listened carefully for Hermione’s footsteps to come down the stairs before venturing to his door.

Harry had put a silencing charm on his room when he first found out about Hermione’s … er … nightly explorations of her body. He’d wondered why she hadn’t thought of it herself, but was relieved every night when he was still able to hear her throaty moans through the walls.

The sad fact was he knew her schedule now. He knew what she did right after her sweet climax. She would go downstairs, flushed and glowing, and would open a book to read after making herself a cup of steaming hot chocolate.

Harry leaned against his door and rested his head against the wood. He wondered what she looked like each time she climaxed. As beautiful as she did every day? Sweat glistening on her fair skin, her cries ringing through the room as her body bucked…Harry could feel himself hardening again, and he moaned.

“Harry? Are you alright?”

Harry straightened up and stared in horror at the door; it was slightly ajar. Fumbling with his robes he tried to conceal his obvious arousal. He panicked, wondering if Hermione had heard him before. Tying his robe quickly, Harry leapt onto his bed just as Hermione knocked lightly. She opened the door hesitantly before entering.

She looked worried and ... beautiful. Harry gazed at her lovingly; she was flushed as he imagined she would be and had that satisfied smile on her face that she probably didn’t even know was there. However, her brow was now creased with worry and Harry felt slightly guilty that she thought he was in pain when he was actually thinking about fucking her into the night.

Harry cleared his throat at her questioning eyebrow, “I-I’m fine, just, um … it’s rather hot in here, isn’t it?”

Fanning himself, he looked away from her amused gaze and jumped nervously when he felt a cool hand against his forehead.

“You look flushed,” Hermione said, caressing his forehead lightly.

Harry felt him harden faster at her touch; she had more of an affect on him than any girl in a Play Wizard.

He noisily cleared his throat again, got off the bed quickly, and poured himself a glass of water. Taking a big gulp, he looked at Hermione out of the corner of his eye. She was looking at him knowingly and Harry’s pulse quickened. Did she know?

“Come here, Harry.”

Harry put down the glass of water hastily and shuffled through the papers on his desk, “No that’s alright. I’ve got a lot of things on my mind - homework to do. You know how it is.”

Harry froze as her hand slid into his robes and caressed the front of his trousers. He involuntarily moaned at the contact and the hand quickly slid into his pants, stroking him evenly as his breaths became ragged.

“Hermione,” he moaned, gripping his desk chair.

“I knew you were listening to me,” she said, kissing him lightly on the back of the neck before quickening her hand movements on his cock. Her breath on his neck made him shiver. “It’s why I never put a silencing charm on.”

Harry turned and stared with bewilderment at the girl before him. Her gaze was filled with lust and need, and yet she was the same girl that nagged him daily to study for the NEWTS since they were “only” six months away.

Swallowing, he allowed himself to be tugged to the bed and let the girl take control of the events to come. Harry stared wide eyed as Hermione unclasped her robe and lay on his bed looking at him expectantly as he shifted nervously.

“H-Hermione…not that I don’t want to do this…” Harry choked at Hermione’s sultry gaze as she ran her hands over her breasts slowly. All protests dried up as he watched Hermione moan at her own ministrations - squeezing and rubbing her budded nipples through her cotton shirt.

“Oh sod this.”

Harry pulled Hermione roughly to him and kissed her hungrily as he ran his hands through her brown hair. Their kisses were feverish, and as Hermione ran her tongue over his lip Harry shuddered at the contact.

“Oh Gods, you don’t know how long I’ve waited for this,” he murmured against her lips huskily. Hermione smiled, her lips still against his own; she gently took off his glasses and laid them on his dresser.

“I think I have an idea,” she said smiling as Harry’s eyes flew open, his green irises flashing at her implication. Hermione gazed intently at him as she unbuttoned her shirt meticulously and grinned at his pained expression. She shrugged it off before quickly unclasping her skirt and crawling onto the bed.

“Come on Harry, you’re wearing too much,” she teased as her fingers nimbly unclasped his own robes and buttons in seconds. Hermione’s breath caught in her throat as she took in Harry’s lean body. Smoothing the shirt back with her hands, she couldn’t resist leaning down and licking Harry’s nipple, relishing the salty tang of sweat and the smell that she’d always know as only Harry’s.

Harry gasped and his hands plunged into Hermione’s hair of their own accord as she bit down on his nipple gently. As her questing tongue began to go lower Harry squirmed and marveled at how quickly his best friend took control of the situation.

Of course, he thought wryly, she’s always been the one in power outside of the bedroom. Harry felt his body shudder when Hermione reached his trousers. She began to unbutton them in an unhurried manner and Harry found his frustrated hands reaching down to help her as he quickly discarded his pants. His hands paused at his boxers and Hermione swat them away as she pulled them down in one go.

All ability to think left Harry as Hermione’s mouth enveloped him.

Her pace was agonizingly slow as her hot mouth sucked gently on his cock. She would begin slowly, then she would speed up quickly until Harry was ready to release before abruptly stopping again. Harry moaned as he felt his erection throb in her mouth waiting in anticipation for release. Her small hands had cupped and fondled his testicles and soon Harry began to push himself in and out of her mouth at his own pace. To his dismay she kissed the tip gently before making her way back up to his mouth.

“That was cruel,” he murmured against her neck as he kissed his way gently down to her breasts.

Hermione gasped as he ran his teeth over her nipple gently before sucking it into his mouth, “It’ll be…worth it… later,” she said in small gasps as Harry twisted and rolled her nipples in his fingers. He propped himself up on his elbow and gazed at the flushed girl before pressing a chaste kiss to her mouth.

“I think I love you,” she mumbled as Harry moved back down to her chest. Harry froze and stilled his movement before looking up at Hermione. He hardly dared to breathe as he stared at her. Her eyes were tightly shut and her breathing shallow – she was an image of sex. Slowly her eyes opened and her warm brown eyes met his; Harry felt taken aback as he gazed at the lust and love that resided there.

“Harry?” She reached for him, her voice was slightly anxious. Harry mulled over her words how could she “think” she loved him? He felt his chest tighten at the thought – there was no doubt about his love for her. He looked up into her eyes and she smiled tentatively.

“I love you too Hermione,” he said softly and to his surprise he found himself pulled forcefully down as Hermione kissed him fiercely her hands running down his back to his buttocks before giving them a playful squeeze. Harry pulled away, breathing heavily. He stared, perplexed, at the tears that stained Hermione’s face.

“Why’re you crying?” he asked incredulously.

Hermione chuckled and caressed his cheek, “Silly git,” she murmured. Harry smiled and leant down to kiss her neck softly before sucking the skin gently. Hermione writhed under him and made a frustrated noise. He moved down her torso, torturing her just as she did him by licking his way down her body only to pull her panties off in a smooth motion. He grinned at her gasp of surprise before kissing her inner thigh.

Gods, how long he had waited to taste her. Unable to hold himself back any longer, Harry plunged his tongue between her folds before sucking gently on the little nub. Hermione moaned and bucked her hips against his mouth, and Harry made no move to stop her as he plunged his mouth down again and thrust his tongue into her. She was so sweet, so fresh – exactly how he imagined.

Harry felt her muscles tighten around his finger as he drove it in and out of her quickly. Grinning slyly, he withdrew his finger quickly only to receive a sexy mewl of indignation.

Gently spreading her legs Harry settled his body over Hermione. His silent question was answered as Hermione grasped him rubbing her entrance teasingly and making both of them moan. In one quick motion Harry entered her and groaned as the tight glove stretched to accommodate him. He quickened his pace and found Hermione bucking her hips upward to meet his thrusts. Harry captured her lips in a bruising kiss as he rotated his own hips and thrust faster and faster in her.

The pressure in his groin was increasing and Harry fought to control it so that Hermione would climax with him.

“Hermione- I can’t stop-” Harry’s breaths came out short and quick as he struggled against his release and his hand moved between their bodies to rub her clit in fast furious circles. In answer Hermione cried out in pleasure, her movement erratic as she writhed in ecstasy beneath him. Harry finally allowed himself to move quicker, in shorter thrusts as he sought his own release. He groaned as the spasms of Hermione’s orgasm tightened her muscles around his cock. She watched him as he felt the hot current flow in him and climaxed. Groaning her name Harry allowed the waves of pleasure to flow through him as he collapsed onto her, his body spent. Hermione stroked his face lovingly as he breathed heavily into her neck.

“I really do love you Harry Potter,” she whispered.

“Love you more,” he said impishly, smiling into her neck.

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A/N - *sheepish grin* sadly XxKkAnGxX ( only person! ) noticed my…lack…of description of Hermione’s first time so I thought I should explain lest this may offend someone else. *hides* I know, I know, I’m a lazy author, but basically I tried writing it but failed miserably each time and I hrm… preferred to pretend Hermione never had a hymen ::grin::

Sorry to those whom this annoys when reading smut, but really, this is PWP smut ^_^ Let’s pretend together that Hermione went horseback riding and got rid of the pesky membrane. Are we okay now? Great!

Sorry Jay, lol

- J