As soon as Hermione got back to her quarters, she practically sprinted to her bathroom for a quick shower. She didn't feel like she had nearly enough time to get ready, but then again, she wasn't sure how long this was supposed to take either. She's never prepared to have sex before.
When she got under the water, she felt herself relax into the warmth and, as she thought about what she was about to do, she marveled at the fact that she had no reservations. She was nervous for sure, but not because she's not ready and not because it's Harry. She just has the first time jitters, which is totally normal.
You love him, her inner voice accused. That's why being with him is so natural. That's why you've done things to him and have let him do things to you in the last twenty-four hours that you've never let anyone do before. And you let him do it without thinking and without fear.
"I know," she whispered, closing her eyes. She feels so lucky that her first time is gonna be with the man she's loved for so long, but she's also afraid that watching him with other girls after they make love is gonna be ten times more gut-wrenching than it already is. No matter though, she still thinks it'll be worth it. It couldn't be more special with any other person.
She spent a longer time than she usually would in the shower, but felt totally relaxed once she stepped out and wrapped herself in a towel. Part of her still felt like this was all just one of her dreams, but she didn't have to pinch herself to know it was real. It wasn't until she was done drying her hair that she realized her potions homework was left lying out in the common room. It was pretty late and no one was ever up before her in the morning, but she still wanted to go grab it just in case.
When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she ran right into the guys on their way in.
"Hey guys," she clamored out off breath.
"You alright?" Ron asked. Harry was too preoccupied with her bra-less state to share in Ron's concern.
"Fine," she smiled, blushing at Harry's obvious distraction. "I just wanted to grab my potion homework before either of you could try to copy it," she grinned.
"You don't trust us?" Harry asked overdramatically, leaning against the fireplace.
"Not where my potions essay is concerned," she smiled and stuck her tongue out at him, as she made her way to the table
"Play nice," Ron told them through a yawn as he made his way up to the boys dormitory. "I'm getting too old for this."
Harry grabbed her hips as she walked by, pulling her between his legs and into a searing kiss. He didn't even care that Ron could walked back down at any second. Hermione more than willingly allowed herself to drown in his kiss. Things just seemed to get so intense with him so quickly that it was amazing. Before she knew it, he was grunting softly as she continuously rolled her hips against his.
"That's…Oh God…not very nice," he breathed huskily into her hear.
"Mmm," she smirked, not letting up on her actions for a second. "Since when did either us…ha…start listening to Ron's advice."
"Good...point," he breathed back, finding it impossible to concentrate.
"Kiss me," she ordered, pulling him away from the fireplace and pushing him down onto a nearby couch. As she climbed into his lap, she couldn't help that it turned her on to think that this was the couch that every Gryffindor had sat on at some point.
With that, Hermione began to grind against Harry a little faster and a lot harder. It crossed her mind for a split second that she might be hurting him, but he wasn't complaining and it felt too damn good to stop and ask.
"Ha…aah," she cried out softly. If rubbing against him with layers of clothes between them felt this good…
And that was the thought that put her over the edge, taking him right with her.
"Oh my God," she breathed, slumping against him. "So much for my shower," she sighed, and he couldn't help but chuckle a bit.
"I'd take you flushed and sweaty over prim and proper any day," he told her, still trying to recover from the experience. He couldn't believe how quickly everything had changed between them, but he really couldn't believe how free and intense it all was. "You're amazing," he whispered, and felt her smile against his neck.
"Midnight," she whispered right back, kissing him on the neck and then getting up to grab her homework from the table.
Harry didn't move. He just watched her grab her paper, smile at him, and then go. He knew he must look totally dazed and confused, sitting on the old couch with a goofy grin on his face. The truth is that he just can't wait to be with her. He's nervous for a lot of reasons, but mostly he's just excited. Thinking about how she could bring him to his knees with just her hands or without even touching him at all, drove him absolutely insane with desire. He wanted her so badly he could feel it in his teeth.
At that thought, he realized that he better go get cleaned up before he made an even bigger mess of himself. It's only fifteen minutes until midnight, but Harry knew it was going to be a long fifteen minutes.
Back in her room, Hermione kept changing in and out of different outfits. One minute she'd feel completely sexy in something, but the next she'd feel like a total fraud. She was afraid that Harry wouldn't like it and as the minutes ticked away on her digital clock she felt the butterflies erupting in her stomach about everything. Fifteen minutes was going way too fast.
In the end, she decided that she should just wear something that makes her feel comfortable, so she put on her form fitting Hogwarts t-shirt, sans a bra because she liked Harry's reaction to that look earlier, and the matching workout shorts. Then she threw her hair into a ponytail, took a deep breath, and began making her way to the Room of Requirement.
Meanwhile, Harry was lying prone on the bed created by the Room and anxiously awaiting Hermione's arrival. Now he just wishes that it had taken him a little longer to get ready so that he wouldn't have any time to get nervous about everything. Then he heard the click of the door opening. All his nerves swarmed right to the pit of his stomach and he bolted upright on the bed.
As Hermione walked into the room, her breath caught. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. He easily had fifty candles burning, and soft music playing in the background. When her eyes finally reached him, she couldn't contain her smile. He looked a little embarrassed, and she thought it was the most adorable thing she'd ever seen.
"Harry," she breathed, but he just shrugged.
"You deserve more than I could ever give you. I figured it was the least that I could do," he said softly and then chucked a little. "I would have done the whole rose petals on the bed thing too, but I didn't wanna make you feel like you were in the middle of a cheesy soap opera."
"It's perfect," she smiled looking around again. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," he said, getting up and walking towards her. "You look great," he commented. "I mean you always do, but…wow. Ok, I'm gonna stop talking now before you wanna run away," he laughed, but she could tell he was getting flustered.
"Hey," she said quietly. "Are you nervous?" she asked, getting close enough to grip his t-shirt in her hands.
Harry just swallowed and nodded.
"Me too," she breathed.
"Are you sure that you want this?" he asked quietly, cupping her face gently.
"I know I want you," she answered just as quietly. Harry just closed his eyes for a second, and let those words wash over him.
When he opened them again to stare into hers, his heart skipped a beat at the amount absolute trust he found there.
With that, he took a deep breath and moved forward to give her a gentle kiss on the forehead. Hermione felt her entire body relax at how sweet he was being, and she just licked her lips in anticipation as he kissed his way down her face.
When he reached her lips, she opened her mouth under his without hesitation, and immediately felt her knees buckle from the intensity. But before she had time to straighten herself, Harry was supporting her between the wall and his body. She could feel his erection against her thigh, and it excited her even more to think that she could turn him on so quickly.
"Mmm," he grunted softly into her mouth, when she rubbed against his arousal as she was lifted up to wrap her legs around his waist. "You drive me crazy," he breathed heavily, and then closed his mouth over hers again before she could respond. His tongue didn't neglect a single spot in her mouth.
"Oh my god," she cried, breaking away from his lips. "Bed," she barely managed to choke out before they were devouring each other again.
Harry wanted to be inside her so badly that he almost just dropped to the floor with her three times before they reached the bed. Once he had her comfortably positioned, however, he had his focus back. And his focus was to make this a night she'd never forget. Harry then covered her body with his and began kissing his way down her's.
Hermione couldn't help but arch her back from his actions. It felt so amazing to be this close with him, and she was relishing in every moment. She also couldn't help making an even bigger mess of his hair than it normally was, as he showered her neck with kisses and tentatively worked his hands under her shirt until he was circling her stomach with his thumbs.
She felt like she was sinking, but in a good way. And, in an effort to let him know she was ready to take things a step further, she ran her hands under his t-shirt and up his bare back. Then she worked them up and down his chest and stomach a few times until he had to break contact with her skin to catch a breath.
"Hermione," he whispered quietly, and she took advantage of his momentary distraction to her touch by grabbing the bottom of his shirt and slowly lifting it over his head. Harry moaned softly at her actions, and then returned his attention to her neck and abdomen. This time, running his hands up to her ribcage. It was then Hermione's turn to moan when she felt him caressing the underside of her breasts with his thumbs.
"Harry," she urged insistently, arching against him again. That was all the encouragement he needed before rubbing those rough thumbs across her already sensitive nipples. Hermione tried to contain her reaction to the sensations he was creating in her, but she never stood a chance. This moment has been dreamed of and anticipated for far too long to try and contain any reaction to it.
"Mmm…Don't stop," she breathed heavily and a little louder than Harry expected, but he wasn't gonna complain. In fact, he was gonna be impressed with himself for quite some time for being the reason for her reactions, which were turning him on even more. He couldn't wait a second longer. He needed to see her.
With confidence, he then sat back on his knees, still straddling her body, and gripped the hem of her shirt with both hands. After a quick and instinctive glance to make sure she was still ok, he slowly removed her shirt to reveal the breasts that he's wanted to see since he was twelve. All he could do was stare.
When Hermione noticed the look on his face, she immediately began to feel self-conscious and moved to cover herself up with her arms.
"Don't," Harry ordered, gently pinning her arms to the bed. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you are to me?" he asked with a meaningful look.
Hermione was a little blown away by his comment, and wasn't really sure if he was expecting an answer. Before she could open her mouth, however, he was kissing her again. In that mind-numbingly passionate way that made her lose all ability for rational thought.
Right when she felt like her lungs were gonna explode, he trailed his way down her body and began licking and sucking on her nipples, which caused her breath to explode out of her body before she ever had a prayer a catching it.
Harry loved every noise she was making, but really felt like he needed to get moving if things were gonna work out like he wanted. So then he sat back again, allowing himself a small grin at the unhappy noise she made when his mouth left her, and he lifted her leg up to place a tiny kiss on her ankle, and then her calf, behind her knee, and eventually her inner thigh, which he paid much closer attention to.
After a tantalizing minute or so, Harry removed his tongue from her inner thigh and replaced it in her navel. A sensation that Hermione was not expecting, but clearly enjoyed. She didn't even notice that he had also placed his hands on the waistband of her shorts until she felt them sliding down her legs.
A moment a fear struck her when she realized that she was almost completely naked, but that thought was quickly chased away when he began kissing his way up her other leg. This time, however, he did not pause at inner thigh, but rather her still cover center where he placed another soft kiss.
"Uh…Harry," she choked out, wondering if he could feel her throbbing. Then she felt him dragging his tongue up her stomach, between her breasts, and finally across her lower lip, before he began kissing her again, slowly and with so much control it baffled her. Just like in his car earlier. She wanted to know how he had learned to be so sensual, but, more than that, she wanted to make him feel as wonderfully out of control as she felt.
Without breaking their kiss for a second, Hermione pushed up until they were both on their knees, and then pushed him onto his back, so that she was now the one straddling him and they were facing the foot of the bed. Then she pulled back from his lips and began kissing the pulse point under his chin, hoping it drove him even half as crazy as it did her.
Hermione loved the way he kept running his hands up her sides and down her back while she kissed him, and Harry loved how her bare chest felt against his.
"Hermione," he sighed when she returned the favor, running her hands down his chest and licking the hollow of his collar bone. She continued like that for a few minutes assaulting his chest with her hands and tongue. Without asking, he then pulled out her ponytail because he wanted to feel her hair against him, as well.
"I had a dream like this once," he whispered before he could stop himself, and Hermione smiled.
"Was I only kissing your chest in this dream?" she asked in a voice he didn't recognize.
His eyes told her that the answer was `no,' and she smiled. Then she sat back and, to Harry's surprise, removed his pajama pants and boxers all at once. He had to admit that he felt a little self conscious. This was the first time that he'd been totally naked in front of someone, and he couldn't place the look she had on her face. He hoped it was just the way he looked when he was staring at her breasts for the first time.
As she stared at him completely for the first time, she was so happy that she found the courage to bring this up. With that thought, she closed her eyes and kissed the top of his bent knee, which was his closest body part to her mouth. Then she laid her cheek against his knee and looked him right in the eye while running her hand up and down his leg. She wanted so badly to tell him she loved him in that moment, but didn't have the courage. Instead, she extended her hand to help him up so that they were face to face again. Then she ran her thumb along his bottom lip.
"I want you," she breathed huskily, and was then beneath him again being kissed passionately before she could blink. Those weren't the three words she wanted to get out, but they were still three words that she meant. She could feel his erection between her thighs, and she knew it was really affecting him too because it wasn't long at all before she felt her panties trailing down her legs.
This time, she didn't feel the need to cover herself up. He made her feel confident, and they way he was looking at her made her feel sexy.
Once he had removed the last piece of clothing between them, he took a few seconds to try and memorize her. He never wanted to forget this moment or the way she looked. Naked, absolutely beautiful and, most importantly, totally trusting of him.
"Can you…?" she asked, breaking his concentration.
"I'll take care of it," he whispered, dipping down and kissed her stomach in response, and then reaching for his wand to perform the contraception charm.
Her heart was racing again while Harry completed the incantation and she felt the warmth flow through her body as the spell's affects took hold of her. Then she felt him place his wand back on the side table, and watched as he slowly pulled back to look down where she had parted her legs slightly to let him know she was ready.
"I'm so sure about this, and I'm not gonna want you to stop," she whispered, preempting the `Are you sure?' and the `I'll stop at any point if you want me to,' that she knew was coming.
Harry just grinned and then crawled between her legs, towering above her with his hands on either side of her head. The combination of his eyes gazing intently into hers and the feel of his member right against her, made her moan before he was even inside her. Harry had to grin again at her reaction.
"I'm ready," she breathed, trailing her hands down his chest and grabbing him so she could help guide him inside her.
From the second his head entered her, Harry just wanted to close his eyes and go crazy, but he forced himself bite down and go slow. He wanted this to be perfect for her, and he wanted it to hurt as little as possible. He also wanted to cherish every second because he may never get the chance to be with someone he cares for so deeply again.
He noticed that she had her eyes closed, and her lower lip between her teeth. He didn't know if that was because she was enjoying or just bracing herself. When he felt resistance, he stopped and waited for her to open her eyes, and when she did, he swears that he never felt more overwhelmed in his life. He had to rest his head in the hollow of her neck and take a deep breath for a second to regain his control.
And that was the moment that he knew. He knew that know matter what happened after tonight, he needed her to know. And he needed her to know before the made love. He needed her to know that this was about more than just trust and physicality for him. He needed to say it, even if she couldn't fully understand it.
"Harry," she encouraged, gripping the back of his head.
Then he lifted his head, and placed his forehead and lips against hers. He wanted to be looking her right in the eyes
"You're ok?" he needed to know. She just smiled, and caressed the side of his face. He also felt her tilt her pelvis to give him better access, and he knew she really was ready.
"I love you," he whispered against her lips, and then plunged into her with one swift motion.
Harry was able to contain the groan that wanted to erupt from him, but Hermione wasn't able to hold in the cry that tore against his heart.
She had felt prepared and had braced herself for the moment, but lost focus when he told her he loved her. Now, he was completely inside her and, despite the discomfort that came with her first time, she couldn't get over how amazing it felt to have him as close as possible and she still marveled at his control. She knew it couldn't be easy for him not to move, but he was remaining totally still, she knew, until he told her she was alright to continue. She wanted to ask him if he meant what he said, but now was not the time. She'd overanalyze later. For now, she just wanted to live in the moment.
"Nothing has ever felt better than you," he breathed quietly into her ear, breaking her train of thought and making her turn her head and meet his lips in the most passionate kiss they'd shared yet.
"Don't stop," she then breathed. "I wanna make you feel good." And she did. Because she loved him and because this was about him too, but, most importantly, because he's spent the last twelve years making her feel good and she wanted so badly to do the same for him.
"You don't even have to try," he whispered, leveling his eyes with hers and linking their hands. Then he began to move slowly, waiting for her to get comfortable.
"Mmm," she moaned, not so much out of pleasure as out of total fulfillment. And then he kissed her and it was like nothing she had ever experienced. His tongue was mirroring his thrusting, and he was moaning into her mouth.
He wanted so badly for her climax with him, but also knew that there was no way he'd last much longer. Her tongue in his mouth certainly wasn't helping with his control either, so he pulled away to just look her in the eyes again and slowed his actions. She could see in his eyes that he was trying to hold back, and that was the last she wanted him to do.
"Don't you dare hold back," she breathed, coming up to meet his thrust. "You're not hurting me. You feel amazing," she told him, and he did. The feeling of him inside her coupled with the thought that she was making love with her best friend, who she loved more than anyone, sent a jolt right through her body.
"Ha," she cried out in rapture, starting to really feel why this was the extracurricular activity of choice at Hogwarts. Then she began meeting him thrust for thrust, and felt the pressure building inside her.
"Oh God," he panted. "Hermione…I can't…"
"Just let go baby," she whispered, while gripping the hair at the base of his neck. Then she rolled her hips into his again and he was gone. He pushed into her three more times, and then felt him stiffen and explode inside her, calling out her name a few times in the process. His eyes never left hers for a second until he collapsed on top of her from pure physical and emotional exhaustion.
His hot breath on her neck and their chests pushing against each other as they tried to catch their breath were not helping her still highly aroused state, but she didn't want him to go. She moaned softly in protest when she felt him slip out her, and then moved quickly to tighten her hold around his neck and to wrap her legs around his waist while he tried regaining control.
For his part, it took Harry a few minutes to think more than, `Sweet Jesus that was awesome.' Once he did, however, he quickly realized that the actual experience of being with her was practically indescribable. It was certainly far more than his dreams or fantasies had ever led him to imagine, but he couldn't put it into words.
"Thank you," she then whispered into his ear.
"I feel like I should be the one thanking you," he breathed back, and she laughed a little. Then he felt like he had enough focus to get back to his plan. He knew going into this that, as amazing as it'd be, there was about a 1% chance that they'd climax together. He certainly didn't intend to end the evening like this.
"I'm being serious," she said, lifting is head up with both hands so she could look him in the eye. "This meant the world to me, and I just want to thank…"
But she couldn't finish her sentence because he had silenced her with a soft kiss.
"Don't thank me," he said, pulling back with a grin and then leaning over to whisper in her ear. "We're not done yet," he told her. Then he placed a soft kiss on her ear, which was followed by soft kisses all the way down her body until he reached her center, where he began kissing her passionately.
"Na…mmm, Harry," she cried, completely out of breath again. She made sounds he'd never heard before with every stroke of his tongue, which made him pleasure her with an intensity that he's never given anyone else. When she wrapped her legs tightly around his neck, he couldn't help but grin right against her.
"Don't stop," she almost begged, gripping his comforter, but that's exactly when he did stop because he had felt her clench around his mouth. "Harry," she exclaimed, pushing up onto her elbows. "What…Oh my God," she yelled, as he entered her again and all she could do was fall back. She definitely wasn't expecting this.
After her initial shock to his actions, Hermione quickly realized that she was having no discomfort at all. It only felt good now. Wonderful actually.
"Harry," she moaned loudly, wrapping her legs around his waist, arching her back, and focusing on him as he repeatedly sank into her. She had her eyes closed, but her mental image of how they must look caused her to moan again. She was blown away by the driving desire she felt for release, so in order to speed things up, she began coming up to meet him every time he pressed into her. The only sound in the room was their heavy breathing and the smacking of their hips. This time, it wasn't about being gentle and totally focused on each other. It was all about passion, raw lust, and being totally focused on how they were making each other feel.
Going with that feeling, Hermione halted her actions for just a moment to push them both up without ever parting. Harry ended up sitting back on his knees, while Hermione was straddled above him. Then she came down on him hard and fast, which created a whole new level of sensations. They both paused to appreciate the new position, but that only lasted a second before Hermione began moving again at an even faster pace. Harry began to move faster, as well. Also, taking the time to run his rough hands all over her chest in the hopes of driving her over the edge. He really didn't want to come again before she did.
He really didn't have to worry, however, because a few thrusts later and he felt her clenching around him, which created an experience that was ten times more powerful than the one they shared a few minutes ago.
"Harry," she cried out again, and he'll never forget the way it sounded. And then he heard a steady litany of "God yes," in his ear as she rode out her orgasm. It wasn't long before he followed. Hermione felt him stiffen, and then just held on tightly as he released himself inside her again.
Hermione has no idea how long they held each other, lost in the feelings of the afterglow and every limb entwined. All she knows is that it wasn't long enough because forever wasn't long enough.
"Can I thank you now?" she asked quietly, running her hands through his messy hair and kissing his neck. He tasted salty from all the sweat, and it almost turned her on again when she realized that she didn't know if it was her sweat or his. They were completely covered in each other. Then she felt him smile against her shoulder in response to her question.
"What?" she giggled, pulling back to see his face. Harry just grinned and then pushed them back on the bed.
"How do you plan on showing your appreciation?" he asked.
"Any suggestions?" she countered with a raised eyebrow, but he just bit his lip and then kissed her.
"Believe me," he told her. "You don't owe me a thing. Not even a thank you," he smiled and then rolled off her. She immediately missed the feel of him inside her, and had to choke back the panic that wanted to well up at the thought that she may not get to experience it again.
"No regrets?" he asked with a furrowed brow, running a finger down the side of her face.
"Not for a second," she smiled. "You?" she asked.
"Fuck no," he told her, and she laughed at his declaration. "I'll be right back," he whispered and then made his way to the bathroom.
Once the door was closed, Hermione stretched out like a cat on the bed and grinned. She felt totally sated and was ridiculously happy about it. That's also when she remembered his words from earlier. He had told her that he loved her. `Did he mean it?' she wondered. `Of course he meant it,' she told herself. `The question is how does he love you?'
"Are you trying to kill me?" he asked, surprising her.
"Huh?" she asked a little confused.
"Lying there," he told her. "All naked and beautiful and stretched out on this bed," he finished, climbing down next to her and lying on his side with his head propped up by his elbow and hand. "Are you trying to kill me?" he asked again.
All she could do was blush.
"Cold?" he asked coyly, motioning to her rock hard nipples. Staring at them so freely and without embarrassment is something he's wanted for so long. He doesn't want to give it up.
"Maybe," she replied, turning her head towards him. "Or maybe you're just killing me," she told him. "Horny?" she asked just as coyly, motioning towards his newly formed erection.
"Do you see what you do to me?" he asked.
"Tell me that charm you did was strong," she laughed.
"It'll last a while," he told her, taking her nipple into his mouth and teasing it for a few seconds before bringing his mouth to her ear. "If I only get to have you one night, then I want you all night," he whispered and then began kissing her passionately.
They made love three more times before they were both completely exhausted. "Oh my God," they said simultaneously as they came apart for the last time.
"This has been the most…," she started. "The most…umm…Ok, I don't think the word has been invented yet that could describe this night," she finished.
"Wholeheartedly agreed," he confirmed, while yawning. "Sorry," he apologized.
"It's alright. I'm really tired too," she said.
"Let's get under the covers," he told her getting up to fold down the bed. "You're not leaving, right?" he asked a little nervously.
"Not unless you…"
"I want you to stay. I want us to stay here," he interrupted and she smiled.
In all honesty, this is the part that she was both looking most forward to and was the most nervous about, lying with him when everything was said and done. She hoped that it wouldn't be weird.
"Come here," he said once they were both under the covers. He was lying on his back and had motioned for her to cuddle up against his side. She did it without thinking, curling up to him with her head right below his chin and her hand on his chest.
"Night," he whispered.
"Good night," she replied, smiling with her eyes closed when she felt him take her hand that was on his chest. Then out of nowhere, she felt him chuckle.
"What?" she asked tiredly.
"I was just thinking of something dumb," he told her and then yawned again.
"What?" she wanted to know.
"Alright, but I warned you," he said. "Ever see those MasterCard commercials when you were home over the summer?" he asked, and felt her nod a yes against his chest. "Well I was just thinking…Fifteen burning candles to set the mood: $15…Satin sheets for her pleasure…$500…Multiple orgasms courtesy of your best friend…."
And that's where they both lost it, laughing so hard that tears came to their eyes.
"You are so dumb," she told him through laughter, and then placed a soft kiss on his lips. The meaningful look in her eye when she pulled back was enough to sober him. Again, she wanted to tell him that she loved him, but she didn't wanna chance ruining the perfect evening. So she just gave him one last kiss and then settled back into her previous position.
The last thought that went through her mind before she let sleep take her was, `What have I gotten myself into? One night just isn't gonna cut it.'
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