When Harry woke up the next morning, he immediately felt an unfamiliar weight against his chest. His initial reaction, in his still sleepy state, was to push against it. Then, without warning, the events of the prior evening came rushing back to him, which did nothing to help his morning erection.
Once he was fully awake, he tried to move as little as possible in the hopes of getting the chance to just hold her for
a while. It felt so nice to have her completely against him, and totally content was probably the best way to
describe his state of mind.
"Hey," he then heard, breaking into his thoughts.
"Hey," he whispered back, a little disappointed that she was awake. He felt like this whole dream would end
when she woke up, and he didn't know what to say to her. He just knew that he didn't want it to end.
"Morning," she greeted, running her hand across his bare chest, which really wasn't helping his
erection.
"Unfortunately," he breathed, and she just bit her lip. She wasn't sure what to do either.
"Are you ok?" he asked, stilling her hand on his chest and holding it in his.
"Yeah," she answered quietly. "A little sore, but that's natural," she told him.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, hating that she hurt, even if it was natural.
"Don't be," she laughed, shifting even closer to him. "It's just a muscle that I need to work
more," she finished and felt him take a deep breath. "Ok…that didn't sound good, but you know what I
mean," she smiled.
"As long as you're ok," he said.
"I am," she told him, sitting up and wrapping the covers around herself. Harry sat up quickly, as well,
hoping to hide his erection. He didn't want her to see because he was afraid that she'd try to take care of it.
He didn't want her doing anything if she was hurting. However, he couldn't help but think how beautiful she
looked, smiling at him with her hair all over the place.
"You're beautiful," he told her, pushing some hair behind her ear.
"You got it backwards, Harry. You're supposed to sweet talk the girl before you take her to bed," she
grinned.
"Well, I've always been an unconventional guy," he shot right back. "Can I tell you something
seriously though?" he sobered.
"Anything," she responded, but he remained quiet. "Harry?" she prompted, scared that he was trying
to figure out how to let her down gently.
"Sorry," he said, scratching his head like he does when he's nervous. "I just…uh," and then he
let out a sigh. `Shit,' he thought. `What do I say to her?'
Hermione was unsure how to take the distressed look on his face, so she decided it was time to make her graceful exit.
"I should probably get out of here before someone sees me," she said quickly, grabbing her shirt from the
floor and throwing it over her head. Then she grabbed her shorts, and practically jumped out of the bed without
worrying about her underwear.
"Hermione wait…I," but he was cut off by her jumping back on the bed and softly covering his lips with hers
before he could get anything out that made sense.
"Shh," she whispered, putting a finger over his mouth when she pulled back. "I just want you to know
that last night was amazing. You were amazing, and I will cherish it for the rest of my life. Thank you for making my
first time so perfect," she finished quietly, kissing him once more and then rushing from the room before he could
see her tears.
Once she was safely inside her room with the door locked, she laid down on her bed and cried for an hour. She knew that
she had no right to cry. Last night was all her doing, and it was everything she ever wanted, but it only made her want
more. She knew this would happen, but she did it anyway because she could've never guessed that it'd hurt so
bad.
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"Morning," Harry heard, as he walked into the common room about a few hours after Hermione's disappearing act. He had been wondering the castle trying to sort things out in his head, but came to no significant conclusions.
"Oh…hey, Ron," he greeted distractedly.
"You alright, mate?" Ron asked.
"Fine," he started, taking a seat on the couch next to his best friend. "Just a little confused,"
he admitted.
"Can I help?" Ron ventured.
"I'm not sure yet," he answered honestly. Harry wasn't really sure how much he should reveal to Ron,
but figured it was smartest to keep his mouth shut until he knew where he stood with Hermione.
He couldn't place the way she was acting this morning. At first she seemed fine, but then she totally freaked when
he tried to talk to her. And she definitely seemed upset when she left the room. `Did she regret it?' he wondered.
`Does she feel the same way as me, and is just too afraid to admit it, or afraid that I don't feel that way? Could
I have hurt her more than she admitted?'
It was his last thought that got to him the most. He knew she enjoyed herself last night, but things did get a little
rough at points and now she was hurting.
"I'll be right back," Harry suddenly announced, jumping from his seat and running toward the library
where he knew he'd find her. He paused a few feet from her table, and then quickly lost his nerve.
He didn't have time to turn back, however, because she picked that moment to look up and meet his surprised eyes.
"What's wrong?" she asked, immediately noticing the worried look on his face.
"Oh…nothing," he recovered, walking beside her as she made her way down one of the aisles to return the book
she was reading.
"Are you really ok?" he whispered.
"I'm fine," she smiled, but it seemed a little forced.
"Hermione," he breathed, grabbing her hand to prevent her from heading back to her table and pushing her
against the opposing wall. "I…uh," he started, but was quickly distracted by her eyes and proximity.
Hermione was really distracted, as well. The feeling of his hot breath on her face was causing her to have flashbacks
from the prior evening. In particular, she couldn't help but remember how good his hot breath felt against her neck
as he whispered her name incessantly while climaxing the last time they made love.
Caught up in the moment, Hermione closed in on his lips and began kissing him almost violently. Harry wasted no time in
pressing his body against hers and running his hands up the back of her shirt. Control was quickly lost, despite the
fact that there were more than a few people not far away. Then they unconsciously began moving forward and accidentally
bumped into a book shelf, which proceeded to fall to the ground end.
The noise brought them apart quickly, both breathing heavily and extremely confused.
"What are you doing," Madam Pince yelled in exasperation. "How many times do I have to tell you children
that the library is not a play area?"
"Once too little I guess," Harry tried to quip, avoiding Hermione's eyes.
"Well move along so I can get this cleaned up," she said in an annoyed tone, waving them off.
"I'll help," Hermione spoke up, turning from Harry and starting to pick up books.
"Hermione…," Harry tried to begin, but she just ignored him. "Shit," he breathed, walking away. He
didn't understand what was going on.
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About forty-five minutes later, Harry, Hermione, & Ron were sitting around her private common area and laughing over an old photo album that Hermione had insisted on pulling out.
"Give me a break," Harry smiled, as she gave him that look and pointed to another picture of him.
"It's not my fault that you provided the most fodder throughout our formative years," she grinned,
meeting his eyes for the first time since they were interrupted in the library.
She looked away quickly, however, and it ripped at his heart. He needed to get her alone.
"Do you guys wanna take a walk or something?" Harry suggested. "I think I've had enough of memory
lane for the moment."
"Sounds good to me," Ron piped in. "I was out earlier. It's not that chilly."
"Mione?" Harry prompted with a huge grin.
"Just let me put on some shoes. I'll meet you guys outside," she said.
"So what's going on with you guys?" Ron asked, as they made their way outside.
"What do you mean?" Harry replied, wanting to change the subject.
"How long have we known each other?" he asked in response. "I can tell when something's wrong. You
two are acting weird"
"It's…," he started. "Ok, listen…can you do me a favor?" Harry asked.
"Name it," Ron told him.
"Can you pretend that you're not feeling well about fifteen minutes or so into our walk? I just need to get
her alone for a few minutes, but I don't think I'll be able to do it without some help. I think she's gonna
try to avoid me otherwise," he sighed.
"Why would she do that?" Ron asked.
"It's complicated," he started, but then caught sight of Hermione heading their way. "Please?"
he asked, right before Hermione joined them.
"Alright boys, let's go," she said, walking ahead of them a bit.
"I'm gonna miss this so much," she breathed, once they had made their way down to the lake.
A few moments later, Ron started groaning and Harry let out a deep breath.
"Listen guys, I'm not feeling too hot, so I'm gonna head back. I'll meet up with you later," he
finished, walking away before either had a chance to respond.
"We should probably go back," Hermione then started, a little out a breath. "He might need…"
"Hermione," Harry interrupted. "Please walk with me?" he asked.
She couldn't say no to him. It's not his fault that she's in love with him, and it's not his fault that
she's gotten herself into a situation that's the equivalent of an emotional powder keg. `He looks so sad,'
she thought. `Like he did something wrong.'
"I'm sorry," she breathed with a small laugh. "I'm acting so dumb."
"It's fine," he breathed. "I just didn't know if I did or said something," he stopped at a
loss for words.
She was just smiling at him, and then she moved forward to hug him tightly. `He's so sweet,' she thought for
the thousandth time since all this started.
"I'm sorry," she said again, pulling back and continuing to walk. "I've just thought about last
night so much and for so long, but I never thought it would actually happen," she smiled, stealing a quick glance
to catch a smile on his lips, as well. "So, I guess I never thought about what would happen in the after. Then it
was over way too fast, and I wasn't really sure how to act. I just know," she stopped, taking a deep breath
and looking him in the eyes. "I know that I don't regret it," she said, putting her head down and holding
her breath to wait for his response.
When he didn't say anything after a few seconds, she looked up to find him standing only a few inches away from her
face.
"I know something too," he echoed, taking her face in his hands.
"What?" she asked, out of breath.
"I know that I don't want this to end," he whispered boldly, kissing her softly and hoping that she
wouldn't push him away. It was a chance he had to take.
He relaxed when he felt her smile against his lips before pulling back.
"Well," she smiled. "It certainly couldn't hurt. I mean, practice does make perfect, right?"
she posed, wanting to hold on to the way he makes her feel for as long as possible. He just smiled right back at her.
"And you're a pretty good teacher," she complimented.
"Hey, I know as much about sex as you right now," he admitted, looking a little embarrassed.
"You know more about everything else though," she said, biting her lip. "And, believe me, I don't
think anyone would've been able to tell that was your first time," she finished, her cheeks getting red.
"Likewise," he smiled.
"Thanks," she replied.
"I'm not just saying that, ya know," he wanted to clarify. "You didn't do a damn thing that I
didn't love," he laughed. "I can't stop thinking about it," he breathed. "You made me feel
so amazing."
"What was your favorite part?" she asked suddenly, sitting down and wrapping her arms around her legs.
"Besides the obvious, of course."
"Besides the obvious," he started, taking a seat beside her. "The third time," he said right into
her eyes. "You got on top of me, and…I wasn't even inside you yet," he breathed heavily. "You dipped
down and licked your way across my waist, and then you slowly crawled up me. I could feel every breath you took against
my skin, and then the look you gave me before you kissed me," he paused, closing his eyes and taking a few breaths
in the hopes of regaining control of his voice. "I almost…well, you know… which really shouldn't have been an
issue considering the considerable amount of release I'd already experienced that day," he grinned.
"It was…pretty wow," he breathed heavily again. "You have NOTHING to worry about ever," he
declared.
"Thank you," she said, feeling incredibly sexy.
"I also really…really liked it when you started speaking Spanish," he grinned.
"What?" she asked in confusion.
"You don't remember?" he smiled.
"No, not at all," she breathed.
"I'll take that as a compliment then," he flirted, watching the blush crawl up her face. "And you
can call me Papi anytime you want by the why," he added with a laugh. "I didn't even know you spoke
Spanish."
"Oh my God," she exclaimed in embarrassment, covering her face with her hands.
"Don't," he smiled, pulling her hands away. "It was totally hot. I loved it. It turned me on even
more, which I didn't think was possible. You're amazing," he finished quietly.
She just smiled and met his eyes, so grateful that she had taken this leap with him.
"So…since we're on the subject," he prompted.
"Oh," she smiled, biting her lip again and looking down. She hadn't expected him to ask. "Well,
I…uh," she started.
"Don't be embarrassed," he urged. "I mean, guys can't really be expected to be mind readers. We
can only tell what you like in one of three ways. We can guess, which is probably never the best course of action, we
can go off the noises you make, which I hear women are pretty good at improvising these days, or you can just tell us,
which almost guarantees success," he finished rationally.
"Well, I assure you that no improvising was necessary," she confirmed.
"Good to know," he smiled. "So…"
"I…um…well," she hesitated. "I liked it when…when you went down on me," she told him quickly, and
then looked away.
"Well," he started, grabbing her face and making her look at him. "I didn't even get to finish
that," he pointed out. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. "I'd really like to finish that some
time by the way," he whispered.
"What…when?" she stammered, and he couldn't help but grin at the thought that this amazing woman could
want him again.
"Anytime you want, beautiful. Anytime. Every time," he breathed.
"How about now," she suggested with a confident grin that she couldn't believe had formed on her own
mouth.
"Come on," he laughed, grabbing her hand and jumping up.
"Where are we going?" she yelled, trying to keep up with him.
"Trust me," he said, letting go of her hand.
She did, and just kept pace beside him. About two minutes later, he began to slow down by the outskirts of the
Forbidden Forest.
"Harry?" she began to question, but was pushed up against a tree, and felt his tongue in her mouth, before
she could get an answer out of him. "Mmm," she groaned from the back of her throat, feeling the wetness
quickly pool between her thighs. Then she felt his hands trail down to her butt, and lift her off the ground. She
wrapped her legs as tightly around him as possible, and had flashes of wrapping them around his neck instead.
"Harry," she called out, needing to break away from the kiss to catch her breath.
Then she felt him sink to the ground, where he gently covered her body with his and felt no need to waste any time. In
a lightening move, he removed her shirt and was kissing her again before she even realized that his lips had left her
in the first place. `This man is dangerous,' she thought through a foggy brain, grinding against his leg.
"Impatient?" she felt him smile against her ear.
"Just trying to let you know what I want," she whispered breathlessly. "As suggested," she sighed,
referencing their earlier conversation.
"I believe I said you should tell me," he replied with a smile in his voice, meeting her eyes for a
heart-stopping second.
"Hey," she began to retort, but quickly lost her train of thought at the combination of his eyes boring into
hers and the feel of the wind against her hardening nipples.
"I was getting the sense that you might want me to take off your bra," he quipped, dipping his down and
teasing her nipple without hesitation, while silently marveling at the sense of confidence he feels when he's with
her like this. He wishes he had this confidence when they were both fully clothed.
"Oh God," she panted, arching further into his mouth. "Harry," she almost begged.
"I love the way that sounds," he whispered, kissing his way down her body, and taking her pants with him. She
felt a bit of a chill when left just in her underwear, but was quickly warmed up when he began kissing and running his
hands up her legs.
Once he ran out of leg, however, she felt his thumbs in her waistband and released a breath that she didn't even
realize she was holding. She lifted her hips up to help him, and then felt him slip her t-shirt below her like a
blanket before completely removing her underwear.
Then he quickly kissed his way back up her legs, intoxicated by her scent. "Mmm," he groaned from the back of
his throat, sucking on her inner thigh. She felt the vibration throughout her body.
"Please," she whispered, arching her lower back off the ground. Then he pressed her insistent hips down and
worked his tongue inside her.
"Harry," she cried out, trying to push her hips up again. He wasn't having it though, so she just had to
settle for wrapping her legs tightly around his neck. Then he began running his hands over the tops of her thighs,
realizing that trying to tame her hips wasn't where his main focus should be. Her enthusiasm was a major turn on
anyway, and trying to keep up with her was kinda fun.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Hermione realized that she was probably making his job a little harder, but she
couldn't fight her natural impulse or her strong desire for release.
"Ah," she moaned, throwing her head back as he circled his tongue around clit, and then began sucking gently.
"Harry…harder," she panted, and then felt him grin against her before giving her exactly what she wanted.
It didn't take long for her to go over the edge once he had intensified his actions, but she couldn't stop the
scream that erupted when he surprised her by deftly slipping two fingers inside her while she was already
climaxing.
"Oh my god," she breathed, as he slowing kissed his way back up her body.
"I think you should never wear clothes," he admired before kissing her, and then lying down on his side next
to her.
"Mmm," she smiled up at him, still feeling a little lightheaded. "You can do that anytime you
want," she laughed.
"Gladly," he replied.
"So?" she questioned, sitting up. "How can I repay you?" she bit her lip, and began to trail her
hand down his chest.
"Surprise me later," he said with a little difficulty, stilling her hand. "I wouldn't want Ron to
come back and ruin the moment."
"True," she agreed.
"Besides," he clarified. "I got to see you naked again, so…"
"Shut up," she cut him off with a playful smack in the head. "Have you seen my underwear by the
way?" she then asked.
"Right here," he said, pulling them out of his back pocket.
"And what were you planning on doing with those, Mr. Potter?" she mocked with a raised eyebrow.
"Just trying to be a gentleman," he replied sarcastically, as he watched her slip her underwear and pants
back on, and then stand up to shake her shirt. "I wouldn't want them to get all dirty," he grinned.
"Harry," she exclaimed. "Where's my bra?"
"Right here me lady," he smiled, pulling it from his other pocket.
"I'm gonna hurt you," she laughed.
"You can do whatever you want to me," he said sincerely, as they began to make their way home.
"No worries. I plan to," she acknowledged almost matter-of-factly
"Christmas vacation is looking up," he quipped. "I can't wait until everyone goes home."
"Well, I give you fair warning then that it's probably safest to keep snow bunny Parvati away from me if she
decides to hand around," she told him.
"Who?" he smiled
"Harry," she sighed.
"She's not you," he said with finality. "If I wanted to have sex with just anyone, I would. I'm
kinda hot," he said in a Paris Hilton-like voice, putting his arm around her.
"And so modest too," she chuckled, feeling ten times better and deciding to use the walk back to figure out
exactly how she was gonna `surprise' him.
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