Just One Night
Chapter 10 - The Heat of the Moment
Harry felt his world begin to spin as he pressed his lips against Hermione's. He kissed her gently at first, barely allowing his lips to graze hers. He felt enchanted by the electrifying sensation that this tiny action could bring. Harry could barely contain himself as a jolt of pleasure coursed through his body. Backing her up, so that her back pressed into the door of the dorm room, Harry pressed his lips against hers once again, this time more firmly. He allowed his tongue to trace her lower lip and he felt her shudder with delight. He took this as an invitation to taste her even further.
Hermione forgot the world around her as she felt Harry's tongue touch against her own. She forgot school. She forgot Kyle. She forgot that what she was doing was wrong. She forgot that she was in fact cheating on her boyfriend. She could only see one thing right now and that was Harry. He tasted sweet and masculine and Hermione could drink his flavor forever. She threw her head back with pleasure as Harry began to trail kisses down the side of her face, to her jaw bone, then to her neck, and back to her face again. She began to moan with delight, allowing her hands to stroke up and down Harry's back as he kissed her senseless.
Harry was in heaven. He could not get enough of her. Her flavor was addictive and he wanted to taste her everywhere. He felt her small hands stroking his back and allowed his own hands to do some exploring. He let his hands leave the spot where they rested upon her hips to caress her stomach then up to her breasts through the fabric of her shirt.
"Oh Mione," he moaned, as he felt her nipples erupt into tiny peaks as he ran his hands over her breasts.
Hermione sucked in a sharp breath as Harry caressed her softly. His touch was addictive. It was driving her crazy, so intense that she did not want it to end.
Harry began to tug anxiously on her shirt. There was too much fabric separating them. He successfully pulled her shirt over her head. "You're beautiful," he said in a hoarse whisper. And she was. She was alive with beauty and she felt wild.
Hermione roughly grabbed Harry and pulled his lips back to hers. She kissed him with such passion and fury that Harry felt he would explode. Harry's hands cupped her butt as he ground his hips against hers causing an intimate friction between them. Not being able to take anymore, Harry lifted Hermione and carried her to her room, never letting his lips leave hers.
Once in the room, Harry laid Hermione upon the bed. He hurriedly pulled his own shirt over his head before joining her. He paused only a moment to peer deeply into her brown eyes that were now clouded with passion. He felt lost and she was the only one that could give him direction.
Hermione reached up to let her hands trace up and down Harry's well defined chest. He shivered at her touch, grabbing one of her hands that now rest upon his chest and gently kissing each of her fingertips. He then began trailing kisses down her neck again and down even further until he reached the fabric of her bra. Hermione lifted herself slightly to allow Harry to unfasten it and remove the material from her body. Harry stared hungrily at her breasts. He gave them his undivided attention as he tasted them both, savoring them like a forbidden fruit. He took one of her hardened nipples into his mouth, suckling her gently.
"Harry," Hermione moaned as Harry nipped and sucked her breasts. She arched her back, pushing herself even further into him. She ran her fingers through his messy hair, enjoying the feel of it on her skin. She felt Harry kiss a trail down her stomach. When he was at the edge of her pants, he undid the button and slipped them down her legs. Reaching up again, he repeated the same motion with her panties. Hermione now lay beneath him completely naked and as beautiful as ever.
He lifted her leg and ran his hand over her calf, up to her thighs. He followed the path with his mouth, placing kisses where his hands once lay. He kissed a path up her thigh until he reached her treasure, hidden by small soft curls of hair. As if he had struck gold, Harry leaned forward to claim his prize. He kissed her in her most private place and explored her hidden cave with his tongue.
'I must be dead,' Hermione thought. 'I must be dead because I know I'm in heaven.'
Harry drove his tongue deeper within her as she bucked her hips, losing control of her body. He kissed and licked and sucked, and before she realized it was coming, a wave of ecstasy passed over her. She rode it until it passed and began to build up again.
"Harry, Harry, Harry." She chanted his name over and over again. It wasn't enough. She needed to feel him inside of her.
Harry moaned with yearning at the sound of her calling his name. He loved the taste of her and could stay down there all night long. However, Hermione had other plans.
"Now Harry," she demanded, tugging at his shoulders. "I need you now."
Harry placed one last kiss upon her moist lips. He then stood to remove his own pants and rejoined her seconds later. Hermione pulled Harry into another deep kiss. She then wrapped her fingers around his erect penis. She felt him growing in her hands. A sense of power overcame her as Harry moaned as she caressed him. Excitement and anticipation swelled within her and she wanted to feel him inside her walls now. She pushed her hands into his chest causing him to roll off of her and onto his back. Hermione then took control. She placed kisses upon his lips, making love to his mouth with hers, darting her tongue in and out. She threw her leg over him so that she now straddled his waist. Stroking him with increased intensity, Hermione guided him into her.
The world around Harry disappeared as he felt Hermione's wetness slide down his erection. He gasped as she began to move; up and down, up and down, up and down, until he couldn't take anymore. The sight of her, hair wild, skin sleek with sweat, head thrown back with pleasure, was driving him crazy. He firmly gripped her breasts as she continued her assault.
It was not enough. Her every motion was begging him to bury himself deeper within her. He pulled her down upon him so that he could feel her breasts press against his chest. He then rolled her over so that he was on top once again. He wasted no time burying himself within her moist center once again. Overcome with intense desire, Harry thrust deeper yet within her walls. Again and again her trust within her, hearing his own yells of pleasure mingle with Hermione's in the silence of the night.
Hermione was yelling for Harry to drive harder and faster, which he did, forcing himself as far inside her as possible until he felt on the peak of satisfaction. He felt Hermione tighten herself around him as she reached her own height. He pumped once more, harder than ever before, sending Hermione over the edge with himself following seconds after, crying out her name before succumbing to his powerful release.
"I love you," he said, before collapsing next to her and dropping into a deep and satisfying slumber.
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The next morning Hermione opened her eyes to find Harry staring at her intently. "Morning sleepy head," he told her, placing a kiss upon her forehead.
Hermione glanced around the room, seeing various clothing items strewn across the floor, obviously discarded in the heat of the moment. Realization dawned upon her as she remembered the events that had taken place the night before.
"Oh God," she muttered, as she scrambled out of bed in search of her clothes. "What have I done?"
Harry stared in confusion as he watched her move around the room. This wasn't the kind of morning after he had anticipated. "What's wrong, Mione?" Harry asked, hoping to understand what the problem was.
"This is wrong Harry," she replied. "This was not supposed to happen." Guilt overcame Hermione as she sat on the edge of the bed seeing Harry begin to pull on his clothes. "I cheated on my boyfriend," she muttered, more to herself than to Harry. She was feeling really low. She cared about Kyle deeply and he did not deserve to be treated like this. Tears began to sting her eyes.
"Hermione, surely you can't be thinking that you still belong with him after what we shared last night," Harry asked, not believing that she was actually thinking about Kyle when they should be enjoying the afterglow of a night of earth-shattering sex.
"What happened last night should have never happened. I have a boyfriend. I'm happy with him. This should have never happened."
Harry winced at her words but was not willing to give up that easily. He knelt down in front of her taking her hands in his and looking into her eyes. "You don't mean that. What we shared was not a mistake, Hermione. How can you even say that?"
Hermione removed her hands from his and averted her eyes from him. "I'm over you. I am." She said this barely above a whisper, once again, trying to convince herself of this more than Harry.
"Hermione I love you. More than anything in this world," Harry said, pleadingly. "Doesn't that mean anything to you?"
Hermione still would not meet his eyes. This was not supposed to be happening. She was with a great guy who loved her. She was finally over Harry. How could this happen. No, she was used to not being romantically involved with Harry. She was used to his rejection. She was not willing to put herself at risk of being used and tossed aside. She knew Harry would never purposely hurt her, but he never wanted her before so why would now be any different? Besides, she had Kyle and she knew he loved her. She was not going to let this one incident ruin that.
"I'm sorry Harry," Hermione said after a moment. "This just isn't right."
"So you're going to go back to him after what we shared?"
"He's my boyfriend Harry. Not you. This was a mistake."
"Look me in the eye," Harry told her. "Look me in the eye and tell me you don't love me. Tell me you don't feel the way I do. If you can look me in the eye and honestly tell me that you don't feel the same way, I'll let you go."
Hermione peered deep into Harry's eyes. Many different emotions overcame her. Lust, wanting, desire, and was that love? No, Hermione pushed the thought out of her head. She could not get her hopes up over Harry again. She had been hurt by him to many times before. She had to let go.
"I'm sorry Harry," she said before turning away from him.
Harry sighed dejectedly. He was defeated. Feeling as if his heart had been ripped out, Harry stood and walked out of the room rejected.
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A/N: Oooh. I bet you guys weren't expecting that. I hope I didn't get too carried away but it was terribly fun to write. I hope you enjoyed it. Hermione sure is in denial (of course this is my fault). Sorry, no Ashley and Ron in this chapter. In fact, my dedicated readers are only truly concerned with Harry and Hermione. I may add some stuff about them in the next chapter but it will not be an entire chapter.
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Thanks to everyone for the wonderful reviews. I appreciate all comments, criticism, and suggestions so keep it coming. Thanks for reading.
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