You and Him

Title: You and Him

Keywords: Hermione, H/Hr, smut

Rating: R

Word Count: 426

A/N: Written pre-HBP, but there’s nothing overly spoilery in it. I mean, it’s smutty sap. Plot, what?

His tongue flicks over your breast, his fingers fucking you there, yes, there. You chant his name, the words slurring together.

“Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry…”

You dig your fingers into his shoulders when he slams into you, hard and fast and you both cry out. You stare at the ceiling and feel him splitting you in two. And it’s just you and him and nobody else matters.

He spills inside you, making your thighs wet and sticky and it doesn’t matter as long as it’s Harry. Harry nuzzling your neck and throat and cheek and ear. He can’t stop touching you. His fingers explore your body, brushing over your stomach and breasts and nipples.

Sometimes you whisper to each other. Whispers so filled with desperation it would have scared you. Once.

“Not you, never you,” he mumbles, his breath hot against your ear. “Can’t do this without you, need you, love you…”

Your fingers comb through his hair. A sheen of sweat covers your bodies. This isn’t you, not the rational girl, not the girl whose most important quality was books and cleverness.

“Promise me we’ll always be together,” you whisper. The hardness of his body presses against yours. You want to stay this way forever.

He doesn’t answer, but he holds you closer, pressing his cheek to yours.

You know he’ll do anything to keep you safe. It’s fierce in him, his desire to protect. You can feel it in the way he circles your clit with his tongue and teeth, the way he squeezes your nipples between his fingers.

You’re lost in him. In his touches and kisses, in his tongue and cock and whispers. There’s only him.

How far you’ve slipped, you who was once so rational.

“Promise me,” you say again. Your voice shakes. “Promise me, Harry.”

He looks at you and his eyes are red. You cup his cheek and he turns his head to kiss your palm.

“Promise,” you plead.

He shakes his head. “We can’t know what’ll happen.”

Tears sting your eyes. He rests his head back on the crevice of your neck and you hold him there.

How far you’ve slipped.

He goes, you go. You know that now. He likes to have grand visions of protecting you, sacrificing himself to Voldemort for your sake.

He goes, you go.

Without him, you’re lost. A shell of Hermione Granger. You don’t know how to live your life without him.

It’s deeper than love. Deeper than lust, than friendship.

It’s you and him. You and him and there’s nothing else.

Title: These Moments

Keywords: Harry, H/Hr, smut

Rating: R

You like to watch her as she comes, her cheeks flushing, her eyes flickering shut before they open again, meeting yours, moving in time with your thrusts. She bites her lip to keep from crying aloud, her entire face screwed up in concentration.

But her eyes are still on yours.

You live for those moments, when time stops having meaning, and the only thing, the only thing, is watching her before she comes.

Afterwards, you want to feel content, you want to wrap her embrace around yourself like a blanket until the rest of the world fades away again. Only that’s impossible because the world is always there. Waiting. Always waiting to climb back in.

You like the feel of her in your arms. She’s soft and warm and her fingers always comb through your hair or her lips brush over your forehead. She tells you she loves you and you can scarcely believe it.

Don’t you see what I am? You want to ask. You think you’ve fooled her into loving you the way she does. If she only knew, if she could only see, if she realized…

But it doesn’t matter, you are that selfish, you take her love because you need it, you need those moments when the rest of the world stops having meaning.

It’s dangerous for you to care about someone this much. They’ve told you. They’ve all told you.

She’s more important than the world, more important than your own life, more important than—

You say you can’t do this without her and she gives you that smile, that amused-smile that tells you she doesn’t believe you.

I’m not strong enough.

Yes, you are.

What if he takes you from me?

He won’t.

What if he wins?

He can’t.

How do you know?

She drags her tongue along your lips, her hands unfastening the buckle of your trousers. She kisses your chin and then lingers against your mouth, letting her breath whisper over your skin. You let her take control.

Trust me.

Always.

Don’t doubt yourself.

I can’t help it.

I don’t doubt you.

I know.

She plants wet kisses along your collarbone, down your chest, circling your nipples with tongue and teeth. You close your eyes and let her tease you, her hands reaching down, almost there, but not quite. She smiles. She loves seeing you like this—unguarded, incoherent. Hers.

Don’t leave me, Harry.

I can’t make promises.

It doesn’t matter—we’re in this together. Don’t you understand that?

The others always warned you against falling so far.

You're beginning to understand.