To say that she was distracted would be the understatement of the century. Hermione couldn't focus on anything for more than two seconds without being interrupted by thoughts of her encounter with Harry.
"Hermione, are you sure that you're alright?" Ron questioned.
"Huh, oh yeah. Totally fine," she answered. "Why?"
"Well, for starters, I had to ask you that question three times before getting that very unconvincing answer," he smiled.
"Sorry Ron," she breathed. "I guess I'm just a little wound up. It's been a pretty stressful semester, and I haven't really been able to just chill out much."
"And missing an entire night in the library isn't a very good stress reliever for you," he added sarcastically, even though they both knew it was a totally on point statement.
"That's true," Hermione confirmed half-heartedly, thinking about how Harry was gonna help her relieve a lot of stress and tension later. "So do you know why Hagrid wanted to see us?" she asked.
"I have no idea. You don't either?" he asked.
"Not sure," she said slowly. "Hopefully, his reason isn't alive," she finished, thinking back to the Norbert disaster of first year.
"Yeah. You can say that again," Ron scoffed. "I'm really gonna miss all this though," he added.
"Me too," she agreed.
"We shoulda made Harry come," he laughed.
"Yeah," she smiled nervously, biting her lip and thinking about his hands again.
"Did you hear that," Ron suddenly voiced, spinning around to check behind them.
"No…Ahh," Hermione screamed before feeling an invisible hand cover her mouth. "Harry," she said muffled against his hand.
"Yes," he asked, uncovering his head and coping a quick feel before revealing the rest of his body.
"That never gets funny," she scolded, but couldn't hide the amused look on her face.
"Maybe not for you," he suggested.
"We find it pretty amusing Hermione," Ron added.
"I take back what I said earlier," she started. "I won't miss you guys that much."
"Liar," they said simultaneously.
"Ok, now did you hear that?" Ron asked again.
"Shut up," Hermione responded immediately.
"No seriously," he said, looking around wildly.
"I heard it too," Harry responded.
"I'm not falling for it," Hermione practically sang. "Ok," she then breathed. "What the hell is that?" she asked, pointing towards the Forbidden Forrest.
"I have no idea," Harry commented, looking on at the two strange lights coming towards them.
"Wait a second," Ron cut in. "Is that my father's…"
"Yes," Hermione yelled. "Yes it is. Stun it. Stun it."
With that, they all shot stunners at the magically possessed car barreling towards them. Thankfully, it came to a stop a few feet before causing any damage, but leaving all three teenagers breathless.
"Holy shit," Ron exclaimed. "Where the hell has this thing been the last five years?"
"I definitely thought we'd seen the last of it," Harry breathed, leaning against the hood. "Hermione, in your infinite wisdom, can you help me get this back to the castle?" he asked.
"Yeah. I have an idea," she agreed, a little out of breath.
"And what about me?" Ron asked.
"Can you check on Hagrid?" Harry suggested. "We'll get this back and let Dumbledore know. We can't have it roaming the grounds."
"Alright, I'll see you guys later. Be careful," he said, continuing on to Hagrid's cabin.
"So Hermione, how do you intend…," he started, but was cut off by the sound of the engine roaring.
"Get in," she smiled.
"How the hell did you do that?" he asked, buckling up.
"You can't expect me to reveal all my secrets in one night, now can you?" she asked coyly and he just laughed.
Once back at the castle, Hermione stopped the car and took a deep breath.
She could feel his eyes on her during the whole ride and it made her feel amazing. Then she caught sight of a Pavarati poster hanging right outside the car window and felt immediately inadequate. Pavarati was campaigning to become Queen of the Christmas dance, and pictures of her were all over the castle. Hermione couldn't help her jealousy. Pavarati was so beautiful.
"You ok?" he asked softly, noticing the line of her gaze, but she didn't respond.
"Please, talk to me," he almost begged.
"I'm sorry," she apologized. "I'm acting totally out of line."
"You don't have to apologize for the way you feel," he told her.
"I know, but I'm still sorry. I have no right to be upset over her. I don't have any claim on you," she finished.
"Do you want a claim on me?" he asked boldly and then held his breath.
"Huh?" she replied, surprised and unsure if she had heard him correctly.
"Do you want a claim on me?" he asked again, this time breathing noticeably heavier and staring right in her eyes.
Hermione didn't answer him with words. Instead, she grabbed his head between her hands and began kissing him passionately for the second time that night.
He responded just as enthusiastically, running his tongue along her lower lip until she granted him entrance to her mouth. She couldn't help the moan that came from the back of her throat as his tongue massaged hers, and he brought his hand up to cradle her face and gain more control over the kiss. Then he pulled back slightly and began giving her sweet gentle kisses, which were driving her insane because all she wanted to do was rip his clothes off and kiss him deeper than anyone ever has. She didn't know how he was maintaining such control.
His control was quickly lost, however, when her hands left his face and traveled down the front of his chest. Then, without warning, she grabbed fistfuls of his shirt and launched them both into the backseat. It wasn't the most graceful transition ever, but his lips never left hers and they ended up in the middle of his backseat with her straddling his lap.
His erection was already huge, but when she started grinding her pelvis against his, he thought that his head was gonna explode. Both of them.
"Hermione," he gasped, leaning his head back against the seat. "Oh God," he breathed as she began to undo his zipper. He didn't have the willpower to make her stop this time. She's amazing, she feels amazing, and he plans to cherish every moment he can steal with her.
Once she freed him and began to stroke him vigorously, he could barely keep his eyes open because the way that he feels about her makes everything she does ten times more intense. "You're so amazing. Don't stop. Jesus," he panted when she gripped him tighter. It wasn't easy, but he forced himself to open his eyes because he wanted her to see what she was doing to him.
"Tell me what you like," she breathed in his ear. "Tell me what you want."
"Mmm…ha," he groaned, pushing up into her hand.
"Tell me what you like," she asked again. "I wanna know how you like it," she said right into his intense stare.
"You," he breathed deeply. "I like it because it's you. Because it's you," he gulped, unable to keep his eyes open any longer. And just like that afternoon, because it was her, he wasn't able to last very long. A few heated strokes later, and he came in her hand. And just like that afternoon, he couldn't stop the loud groan that stemmed from his core.
When he opened his eyes under her fervent gaze, he felt like he was the luckiest man alive, and he wanted nothing more than to make her feel what he was feeling. Without pretense, he then kissed her deeply and ran both his hands up her shirt.
"I love your body," he whispered huskily into her ear as he shifted her onto her back and quickly pulled down her jeans and knickers.
"Mmm," she moaned, as he towered above her and then kissed his way up her exposed leg to suck on her inner thigh. "Harry," she almost begged.
She wanted to feel his mouth against her so badly and Harry wanted to oblige, but he didn't wanna do that here. That was for later. When she was comfortable on a bed and they had more time, but he still, sure as hell, intended to make her come.
"Harry," he heard her call again, as he continued to kiss the insides of her thighs and then moved to her throat, practically ripping off her turtleneck.
"I really, really love your body," he smiled against her neck, inserting two fingers inside her at once.
"Na…ha," she cried out at the sensation, and then pulled his lips to hers.
Harry matched the rhythm of his tongue with the motions of his hand, which was quickly sending her over the edge in her already highly aroused state. The things he was whispering in her ear between kisses didn't help either.
"You feel so amazing," he murmured softly. "I can barely breathe when I think about what it'd feel like to be completely inside you."
"Ahh...ha," she screamed.
"And I think about it all the time," he continued, speeding up his actions. "I can't get you out of my head," he admitted, feeling her inner walls flex against his fingers.
"Mmm…yes. God…yes," she yelled, as her climax hit her.
When she was finished, he collapsed on top of her and buried his head against her shoulder to regain control. "Please tell me we're still on for tonight," he breathed against her neck.
"Absolutely yes," she responded thickly, sitting up and taking him with her. "Do you mind talking to Dumbledore on your own?" she asked, holding his head between her hands and leaning against his forehead. "I wanna get ready," she told him. "The car should be good here for another hour at least."
"Sure," he responded, but didn't move. His head was spinning. He still couldn't wrap his head around the fact that this was happening, but just `going with it' has certainly served him well in the last twenty-four hours, so he was gonna stick with that philosophy. "What time?" he asked.
"Midnight," she said softly, kissing the tip of his nose and forehead. Then she removed her hands from his face, and they began to straighten themselves up.
"I can't wait," he said, kissing her softly one more time before jumping out of his car and making his way toward Dumbledore's office with a smile on his face. This was the best day of his life.
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