"Ha…Harry," she panted. "Right there…mmm, yes. Yes," she cried, as she wrapped her legs tighter around his neck. "Oh God…God…Stop," she breathed heavily all of a sudden, and then received a confused look when she met his eyes. "Come here," she ordered, pulling his head up and kissing him deeply for a few seconds. "I want you inside me," she breathed against his lips and felt him grin.
"Your wish is my command beautiful," he smiled, clearly more than ready to fill her request. "I love you," he breathed in her ear, as he positioned himself to enter her.
"I love you too," she moaned, closing her eyes and biting her bottom lip in anticipation, but he didn't push into her.
"Open your eyes," she heard instead. "Open your eyes," she heard again, but she didn't want to.
"Hermione, get up. You're gonna miss Potions. GET UP," her friend, Lavender Brown, yelled and shook her shoulders, bringing her out of a deep sleep.
"What time is it?" she asked groggily.
"It's time for you to get up," Lavender told her. "Jeez, that must have been some dream," she commented before heading into the bathroom.
Hermione was glad that she left the room because she couldn't hide the blush that covered her entire body as her dream came flooding back to her in all of its glorious and frustrating details. She's been having these dreams for the last four months, but every time the dream is about to come to its climax, so to speak, she gets interrupted somehow, and wakes up tied in knots. It's not easy wanting someone so badly that you can't have, but it's even harder when that person is your best friend.
"Jesus," she breathed, and then plopped back down on her bed. She wishes she were alone in the room so that she could relieve some of this tension, but at this point she wasn't gonna get to be alone again until sometime late tonight. "Jesus," she breathed again at that realization and then turned onto her side putting a pillow between her legs. That's when she caught the time and remembered why Lavender had woken her.
"Shit, I'm gonna be late," she cursed and jumped out of bed. "Lavender, let me get in there real fast," she begged, banging on the bathroom door. "I have a quiz today. I can't be late. Snape will kill me. Please…Thank you," she said as the door opened and she rushed in.
Five minutes later, she was on her way to the classroom after a hasty goodbye to Lavender, who she let stay with her last night after a nasty fight with Pavarati. Being Head Girl has its advantages, and getting her own room with a bathroom is definitely the biggest one, but she's glad that Lavender was there to wake her up this morning. Otherwise, she'd be dealing with Snape's wrath.
Even though she knew that she wasn't gonna be late now, she still doesn't really think that she breathed again until she sat down in a regular seat between Harry and Ron. She had just made it and was unbelievably happy because she didn't wanna lose any house points. Snape was just looking for any opportunity to undercut Gryffindor, as Slytherin was not far behind them for the top spot. That didn't matter anymore though because she had made it on time, and was now sitting beside the man that's been haunting her dreams for months.
The dreams started the first night they got back to Hogwarts for their final year, and haven't stopped since. She's even starting to have daydreams that are affecting her concentration in classes. The confusing part is that she has no idea where all this is coming from. She's loved him for almost two years, but this uninhibited lust is all new to her. It's all she can think about, and the fact that she spends so much time with him on a daily basis is not helping.
`Maybe he could feel the same way,' she thinks. At least that's another idea that she hasn't been able to get out of her head for months. She just really wishes that she could be closer to him in more ways than one.
When Snape began to lecture after they had finished their quiz, Hermione tried very hard to concentrate, but she couldn't control her imagination. She couldn't get Harry off her mind and, after that quiz, the realization hits her that her little problem is seriously affecting her school work, which makes her decide right then and there that she needs to take action. She's known for quite a while that she's been physically ready for sex, she just hasn't found anyone, besides Harry, that's made her feel emotionally ready too. Maybe she can just talk to him about it. She can talk to him about anything else. She's ready, and she wants him to be her first, and maybe even her last.
When class ended an hour later, she accidentally bumped into Harry on their way out the door, and any doubts that she wanted him flew right out of her head. He had the biggest smile on his face as he tried to steady her
"Hey," she smiled right back. "Sorry," she told him apologetically.
"Not a problem," he grinned. "You can bump into me anytime," he said, putting his arm around her. "You can also do my Potions homework anytime too," he added mischievously.
"Oh, get away from me," she laughed, pushing him away playfully and regretting it immediately. "Where's Ron?" she asked, suddenly a little nervous.
"He went to meet Luna," he informed her. "We're gonna hang out down by the lake during break. Come on," he said, grasping her shoulders and changing her direction towards the lake.
"I can't," she started. "I have to stu…,"
"You can study tonight," he cut off.
"No, Harry…"
"Yes, Hermione," he cut her off again. "Don't argue. I need you. I can't be alone with those two. Please," he begged and gave puppy dog eyes.
"Fine," she said begrudgingly, but the truth is he had her at `I need you.'
They walked in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, until he broke it.
"So, how's it going with what's his name? You haven't mentioned him the last couple of times we talked" he asked curiously.
"You know very well his name is Ernie," she said. "You're just bitter because he's Quidditch Captain and Head Boy," she accused.
"Oh yeah, I'm really jealous. Dumbledore would've been crazy to make me Head Boy. After everything I've done, how could I yell at someone else for anything?" he scoffed. "So how's it going then with Ernie?" he asked again.
"Alright I guess, but…I don't know," she replied.
"Well that wasn't a very good answer," he smiled.
"Let's just say my interest has waned, and I fully expect it to be totally gone within the month," she told him.
"So what went wrong?" he asked, but she wasn't sure that she wanted to give him the honest answer yet. "Hermione?" he prodded.
"Sex," she blurted out without thinking, and he tripped, almost taking her with him. "HARRY," she yelled.
"Sorry," he apologized quickly. "You just caught me off guard. So uh…it's no good or what?" he asked haltingly with a nervous laugh.
"Maybe we should talk about this later," she suggested, afraid that he'd injure them.
"It's fine. You just surprised me," he told her. "We've never talked about sex before, but we can. We can talk about anything, so let me have," he said a little more coolly.
"Ok," she started slowly, and saw him swallow deeply. "All he wants to do is have sex. It seems like that's all anyone wants to do around here anymore. I feel like I'm surrounded by it," she breathed deeply.
"So, he wants to do it a lot then?" Harry asked. "That not surprising," he offered.
"I know. It's just that he doesn't care about me at all. I'm just a sex object in his eyes," she told him quietly.
"Then why did you do it in the first place?" he asked a little angry.
"I didn't…I mean I haven't. That's the point," she said.
"Oh good," he breathed out in relief. "You had me worried there for a second."
"Please, like I would let some sad little man take advantage of me," she said.
"Well, that sounds more like the girl I know and love. I was hoping that dating that prick wouldn't change that at all," he told her, as the lake came into view.
"I can take care of myself," she told him.
"I know that, but men are dogs. I know that's cliché, but they really are. You can't ever let your guard down," he warned.
"You're not a dog," she said, wrapping her arm around his waist quickly.
"That's only cause you taught me well," he said, kissing her head. "I just don't want you to have any regrets," he whispered.
"I'm so glad I came," she said once they were within about 100 feet of Ron and Luna. `Maybe just hanging out and acting normal will knock some sense back into me, and I'll stop lusting after my best friend,' she thought.
As Harry watched her walk in front of him a bit, he couldn't help but appreciate how good she looked. He also couldn't help how relieved he felt when she told him that she hadn't slept with Ernie. He couldn't deny that he wanted to be that guy, but he also couldn't try anything without looking like a total jerk off after the talk they just had. Not that he'd ever have the guts to try anything anyway, but still.
About thirty minutes later, Hermione and Luna looked on as Harry and Ron were engrossed in an intense game of wizard's chess.
"God," Hermione said. "I think I'm even gonna miss watching you two play this barbaric game."
"I keep telling you that you should stay in London instead of going to the States for more school," Harry smiled, but he wasn't totally kidding. He really did wish that she'd stay closer. Maybe they could work something out if she were closer.
"I wish that I were staying," she sighed.
"Really?" he asked a little hopeful
"Yeah," she admitted.
"Why?" Ron wanted to know.
"I'm excited about going to Stanford, don't get me wrong. The professors are great and the campus is beautiful, but I don't like the idea of being so far away," she told them. "I'm gonna miss you guys so much. I'm already dreading going a little to be honest," she admitted.
"Transfer to Oxford," Harry suggested boldly. "Maybe we could get an apartment together."
"Are you being serious?" she asked.
"Yeah," he said. "I mean Ron's ditching me for Luna," he grinned. " So, I'd much rather live with you than anyone else, and if you're not gonna be happy out there…" and he let that statement hang.
Hermione didn't know what to say. The idea was appealing and not, all in one. She loved the idea of being that close to him all the time, but doesn't know if she could handle having to watch him with other women. If they were together, it'd be amazing.
Harry took her lack of silence as an indication that she didn't think it was a good idea, so he tried to backtrack. "You'll probably end up loving California," he said. "We better start heading back," he added quickly.
"I agree," Hermione said. "You guys are still gonna meet me in the library to study tonight, right?"
"Yes," they answered simultaneously, as they all began to make their way back to school.
After dinner that night, they all met in the library to study for their Transfiguration exam. For the next six hours, they studied and joked around as much as Hermione would let them. Around midnight, Hermione decided that she couldn't be in the same room with him anymore. It used to be that being around him only made her think about how much she loved him, but now the lust part is there too and it's just as strong. It didn't seem to be going away like she had hoped it would. She needed to go to bed before she did something rash.
"I'm gonna head to bed," she announced suddenly to Harry and Ron's surprise.
"Us too," Ron added quickly, happy that Hermione was not insisting that they study any longer.
"We're still gonna meet up again before breakfast, right? For a quick review" she asked a little breathlessly.
"Yeah," Harry replied, and Ron just nodded half-heartedly. "Are you alright?" he asked quietly as Ron packed up his things. He couldn't understand why she was out of breath all of a sudden.
`He's so sweet,' she thought. "I'm fine," she smiled, becoming more convinced by the second that asking him was the right decision. "I just need to figure something out, and then I wanna talk to you about it," she whispered. Then walked away without looking back.
Once she closed her door behind her, Hermione couldn't wait for the sun to come up. She was pretty confident that he wouldn't object to her idea. He was a great guy, but he was still a guy. She knows he's been dating a lot this year, but she doesn't think anything too serious has happened. She'll find out for sure tomorrow though. With that, she fell asleep with a smile on her face and excited about tomorrow. It wasn't long before she got caught up in her dreams again.
This time, for the first time, they were in her shower. She was in there by herself at first, just rinsing her hair. Then all of a sudden, she had to brace herself against the wall in front of her with both hands because he had slipped into the shower behind her, pressed himself up against her, and reached his hands around to begin pleasuring her.
"Mmm…Don't stop," she whispered desperately, pressing herself as close to him as possible and throwing her arm behind her and around his neck. She could feel his erection pressed against her back. It turned her on even more, thinking that she did that to him.
With little effort, she managed to switch places with him and push him against the wall. Then she pressed her palms against his chest, and ran her hands down the front of him until she was on her knees.
Without hesitation or fear, she took him all the way in her mouth and worked her tongue and hands around him, enjoying the way he'd look down at her and the way he'd say her name over and over again. She loved the way that he'd grip fistfuls of her hair when she'd scrape her teeth down his length, and she loved the way that her actions would cause his knees to buckle, but she wouldn't let him come. Instead, she stood back up in front of him, and allowed him to pick her up by the backs her thighs and press her against the wall, while she kissed him passionately and wrapped her legs tightly around his waist.
She could feel his hardness pressed up against her again and it was unbelievably intoxicating. "Uh…ha," she cried, breaking the kiss. "Come inside me," she whispered in his ear. "I want you now. Please."
And that's when she woke up, drenched in sweat, frustrated as hell, and wanting to throw her alarm clock out the window.
"Fuck," she said softly, as she sank back down into her pillow. She didn't even have time to cool off with a quick shower. She was supposed to meet Harry and Ron in the library in a few minutes, so she got dressed faster than she ever has before and was on her way about a minute later. As she reached the library, that's when the butterflies began. She wasn't sure if it was fear or anticipation, but it was making her feel sick.
"Hey," he greeted with a smile when she walked up to the table where he was waiting.
"Hey yourself," she smiled back, and knew that she couldn't back down now, if only for her own sanity. "Where's Ron?" she asked.
"He decided to sleep in," he told her, and she smiled knowingly. "So what did you wanna talk to me about?" he asked suddenly, catching her by surprise. "Tell me what's going on?" he prodded when she hesitated and he saw her eyes widen a little.
She didn't wanna chicken out, but she didn't wanna have this conversation in the library either. "It's kinda personal," she told him. "Can we talk over break?" she asked. "Somewhere private," she added.
"Sure," he agreed. "Let's go to the Room of Requirement," he suggested.
"Perfect," she smiled. "Ok, quiz me," she told him. "We only have a half hour." She couldn't wait to talk to him later.
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