"Hey Ron," Hermione greeted with a smile, as she and Harry walked back into the common room. She was afraid that everything that was happening could be read right on her face, but she couldn't stop smiling anyway. She just had an amazing orgasm…yet again…courtesy of the most amazing man, and he had his arm around her the whole way home. For her, it didn't get much better.
"Feeling better?" Harry asked, trying to keep up appearances.
"Actually no," Ron replied.
"What?" Harry asked in surprise.
"Physically I'm fine. I'm just pissed. My mother needs me to come home for a few days," he sighed. "Apparently, she can't handle being in the presence of Fleur without ALL her children there to support her."
"Will you make it back for Christmas?" Harry asked, adding his own sigh. "The three of us were gonna have free roam of the tower."
"I hope to, which is why I'm gonna leave right now. I figure if I give her a few days she might let me come back. I'm gonna go get my things," he told them, walking out of the room.
"Ugh," Hermione groaned in disgust. "Molly can be too much sometimes."
"Hey," Harry protested. "Is having a few days alone with me in this huge tower cause to groan. You should consider yourself lucky," he smiled.
"Well," she grinned, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I suppose it could be worse. I will enjoy the alone time with little Harry" she quipped.
"Glad to be of service," he replied, wrapping his hands around her waist. "…and what do you mean by little?"
"Maybe little was the wrong adjective," she teased.
"Maybe?" he asked against her lips.
"Yeah," she breathed, trying to kiss him, but he pulled back slightly with an evil smirk.
"Maybe?" he questioned again, more quietly this time.
"I hate you," she whispered back.
"Really?" he asked.
"No, not even a little," she breathed, kissing him deeply.
"You sure?" he smiled.
"Yeah," she smiled back, kissing him again and gripping his neck almost possessively.
Things were about to get out of hand when they heard Ron bounding down the stairs with a suitcase.
"You're gonna be the death of me Granger," he breathed heavily, moving to the other side of the room.
She just gave him a sexy grin that didn't help his state at all.
"That was fast," she commented to her friend, as he entered the kitchen again.
"Well, it's not like I folded anything," Ron informed them.
"Naturally," Harry offered.
"I gotta get going if I'm gonna catch the last train," Ron acknowledged. "Enjoy have the tower to yourself and practically the whole castle. This really sucks."
"I chose to think positively," Hermione piped in. "I'm banking on everything being resolved in enough time for us all to be together."
"I'll be praying for that," Ron smiled, giving Hermione a hug and kiss on the cheek.
"I'll see you in a few," Harry said, giving his friend a hug, as well.
"See you soon," Ron waved as he walked out the entrance.
"This sucks," Harry breathed.
"It really does," she agreed. "But I'm still choosing to stay positive. We need to look on the bright side."
"Which is?" he asked.
"Well…I rather thought it was obvious," she bit her lip and walked towards him.
Harry just took a deep breath and watched her…almost willing her to slow down. He wanted to freeze this moment in time. The way she looked. The way she made him feel.
"We have the tower to ourselves," she sighed, replacing her hands around his neck and pulling him close.
"How do you suggest we take advantage of that?" he asked.
"I…," she kissed him. "…wanna spend…," she kissed him again. "…the afternoon in bed," she finished with a longer kiss. "Ron's," she added with a grin.
The idea turned him on immediately, and he quickly picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, taking the stairs two at a time and thanking the heavens that girls had no problems getting to the male dorms.
"Put me down," she laughed.
He obliged when they reached Ron's bed, depositing her gently and then crawling towards her like a lion stalking its prey.
"This is gonna be fun," she managed to breathe before he kissed her and pushed her down on the bed, covering her with his body.
It felt to her like they'd been kissing for years because there was absolutely nothing awkward about it. It was so natural, and felt so right. She loved his tongue, and she'd be totally content to just kiss him all afternoon, never letting her hands roam farther than his unruly hair. Her body had other ideas, however. Not to mention his.
"You're the best kisser," she whispered when he pulled back for a moment to take a breath.
That made him smile into their next kiss. "I love kissing you," he breathed, and then began sucking on her neck.
"Mmm," she sighed, as he continued, and ran his hands under her shirt and up and down her sides.
"I have to go get a condom or something," he sighed into the crook of her neck. "Or do you know how to do a protection spell?"
"Did one already that lasts a month," she told him, pulling him into an impossibly deep kiss. "Did I forget to mention that last night?"
"That's even better," he breathed heavily, kissing her passionately again. As seemed to be the case of late, it took about ten seconds for things to get totally heated between them.
Then he sat up and removed her shirt, smiling slightly to himself. `How lucky am I?' he thought.
"Why are you smiling?" she grinned up at him.
"Just thinking how lucky I am to be taking your shirt off for the second time in an hour," he smirked. "Plus, I was right before," he said, undoing her bra, as well, and throwing it to the floor. "You should never wear clothes," he sighed in appreciation, staring at her for a moment and then moving forward to suck gently on one of her nipples.
Hermione moaned softly, gripping the back of his head and arching into his mouth. She definitely loved his tongue. `And his hands,' she thought, as he moved them down her body, in a maddeningly slow fashion, while never letting up with his tongue. Then he pulled her pants about halfway down while kissing his way over to her other breast. Hermione finished what he started by kicking her pants off, and then wrapping her legs around his waist to grind against him with purpose.
Then it was Harry's turn to moan against her chest, a sensation that sent a shutter throughout her body.
"Baby," she breathed quietly and without even thinking. It was like he put her in her own little world. That was not a word she used.
"I like it when you call me that," he then whispered in her ear, bringing her back to reality.
"Well…Babe," she teased, rolling him onto his back. "You're wearing far too many clothes."
"These jeans are getting a bit uncomfortable," he panted, and Hermione could feel why.
"Patience," she told him, pushing his shirt up slowly and leaning forward to kiss his skin as it was exposed.
"You're evil," he chocked out, trying to remove his shirt, but her grip was firm. "Hermione," he almost begged.
"Patience," she told him again, coming up to meet his eyes with a grin. Her mind was changed, however, when she saw the raw and hungry look in his eyes. "Ok," she breathed heavily. "Patience next round," she smiled, removing his shirt and then quickly going to work on his pants.
She took his jeans and boxers off in one motion and Harry sat up to rip her panties right off without apology. Then he grabbed her hips and pulled her up and right down on him like she weighed two pounds.
They moaned in unison, as she sank all the way down on him, but their stalled appreciation of the feeling didn't last long once the desire for release overcame all else. They began moving against each other then, eyes locked and arms totally wrapped around each other. Hermione loved this position. She felt like she was as close to him as humanly possible in this position.
She wanted to kiss him, but wanted even more to just focus on the way it felt to have him inside her. And the feeling of his strong chest against hers. She threw her head back then and moaned loudly after a particularly forceful and focused thrust. It felt great to be alone with him, and to be able to vocalize the way he made her feel without restriction.
The aural stimulation he was creating in her caused Harry to be even more turned on, as well. In fact, nothing turned him on more.
"God…right there," she panted, arching away from him. "So perfect."
Harry could tell that she was close, so he pulled her back and as close to him as possible. She had her eyes closed and she was biting her bottom lip, whimpering with his every upward stroke.
"Open your eyes," he breathed heavily against her lips.
Hermione moaned again at his words, having a flashback to one of her dreams.
"Open your eyes," he said again, bringing a hand up to her face. "I wanna see your eyes."
She opened her eyes then per his request, and almost came immediately just from the look he was giving her. It was so fervent. A few moments later she felt herself clenching around him, but she never closed her eyes. It was the longest and most satisfying orgasm of her life, and she'd had plenty of practice on herself. `He always was a quick leaner,' she thought fleetingly, knowing that half the reason it was so intense was because she loved him and he was watching her the whole time.
"Mmm…Harry," she sighed, falling limply against him. "That was…oh," she suddenly called out, realizing that he was still totally hard inside her. "Sorry," she smiled. "You completely distracted me for a minute there."
Harry was breathing heavily and his hairline was damp with sweat, but the look in his eye was still strong. In short, he never looked better.
"Are you close?" she breathed, kissing him deeply.
All she got was a grunt in response, so she kissed him again and then began riding him slowly, clenching and unclenching her muscles as she went.
"Please go faster," he whispered in her ear. Her slow teasing was driving him insane.
"Here," she told him, lying on her back and bringing him down with her. "As hard as you want," she whispered in his ear and then gave him a `go ahead' smile.
Harry just groaned in response and then quickly got to his knees and began pounding into her harder than he would've ever dared had he not been given express permission.
Hermione reached back and grabbed onto the edge of the bed in response to try and brace herself. "You're so beautiful," he breathed heavily, appreciating the view he had from his position.
Hermione swears that she saw his eyes go two shades darker right before she felt his body stiffen. Then he released himself inside her, along with the sexiest moan she'd ever heard.
She welcomed his weight on top of her, and his hot breath on her neck, when he fell forward a moment later.
"Am I too heavy?" he asked.
"No stay," she said quickly, wrapping her legs around him.
"Come here," he said, pulling out of her grasp and bringing them back to the head of the bed. She settled comfortably on his chest and listened to his heart slow down. After a few minutes, she couldn't stop her giddy laughter.
"What?" he questioned.
"Ron would flip out if he knew about this," she laughed.
"Kill me is more like it," Harry added.
"How many women do you think he's had in this bed?" she asked.
"A fair few I'm sure," he smiled. "Ok I know, and have unfortunately heard on occasion."
"Mmm," she grinned, climbing back on top of him and settling her lips close to his. "I bet he doesn't satisfy them half as well as you satisfy me," she told him, kissing him deeply and then feeling his erection again in record time.
"Fuck patience," he breathed, rolling her over onto her back.
"Deal," she agreed, and he was inside her again before she could get the whole word out. Their tongues battled for supremacy as their hips met in a frenzied fashion.
When he pulled back from their kiss, he saw that she had reverted to biting her lip again, so he drew her lower lip between his to prevent it. "Don't hold back," he told her. "I want to hear you."
And from then on, she didn't hold back at all because who knew when she'd get another opportunity to be completely free like this. She responded, and loudly, to every one of his thrusts, and Harry loved every second. He knew she loved it too when he felt her fingers digging into his back and her orgasm rippling through his body a few moments later. It didn't take him long to follow, and then they were back trying to catch their breath again.
"Oh God," she sighed in his ear, as he nestled against her neck. "It felt good to scream. I'm spoiled now. It's gonna be hard to go back to holding it in when everyone gets home."
She felt his smile against her neck at the comment. "So I don't have to worry about this ending after break?" he asked.
"Not a chance," she grinned, stroking his back.
"Good," he whispered. "Because I've absolutely fallen in love with making love to you."
She felt her heart begin to race again at his words. She thought for a split second that he was gonna tell her he loved her. He didn't, but she certainly had no room to complain, seeing as she was currently in his arms, naked, and totally sated.
She felt herself begin to doze then, until he rolled off her.
"No," she protested weakly.
"Come here," he told her. "I don't wanna fall asleep on top of you."
She obliged quickly, curling up in his arms and falling asleep in minutes.
Harry sighed when he felt her breathing steady. He was tired, but fighting sleep. He wanted to take the opportunity he missed this morning, and just hold her for a while. It felt great, and all he could think about was how much he wanted to tell her he loved her. He didn't wanna scare her though, and he certainly didn't wanna ruin this. He wanted to hang onto this as long as possible. She sure knew how to make a guy feel amazing, and he loved being that guy. Despite his best efforts, however, he couldn't keep his eyes from dropping for long. His body was tired, and the warmth of her body seeping into his was like a sleeping pill.
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