To Each Bed His Own

God of Fire

Rating: PG13
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 4
Published: 04/06/2003
Last Updated: 04/06/2003
Status: in_progress

A series of ficlets all involving a bed in some way or another. Lots of randomness, and nothing contains any substance. It's all fluff.

Chapters

1. Midnight Musings

1. Midnight Musings

Jordan Bjornsgaard Normal Jordan Bjornsgaard 2 9 2003-06-04T12:09:00Z 2003-06-04T12:09:00Z 2 954 5440 NanoNet 45 10 6680 9.2720

Standard disclaimers apply.

~~--~~*~~--~~ To Each Bed His Own ~~--~~*~~--~~

The summer of Harry's seventh year had been the best of his life so far. He had ditched the Dursleys almost right off and went to stay with Ron at the Burrow. It had been an eventful month there with the twins popping in for very frequent an unexpected visits several times during the day and night.

Staying at the Burrow was one of Harry's favorite things to do. But this was not the best event of the summer. It was not the one that he had been looking forward to with his full being. Staying with his girlfriend, Hermione Granger had been the main event.

Her parents had been delighted to let Harry stay with them at their muggle home for a part of the summer. They had apparently understood what Harry meant to their daughter and had accepted him without any problems or speeches which was totally unlike them.

Even now as Harry was awake in his bed at their home he smiled. His arms were crossed behind his head and he was thinking of Hermione. Who else would he be thinking of?

He sighed happily at knowing that in a short while she would be the thing that he saw when he emerged from his room. Not Dudley or Ron or even the twins, but Hermione. This was his happy thought.

A creak from the direction of the door made him turn his head. His green eyes met a pair of brown ones that were smiling back at him. He quirked an eyebrow at Hermione as she came walking in still wearing her pajamas which consisted of cotton pants that were navy blue with bright yellow ducks and a matching tank top that was low enough just to tease Harry and any other male that cared to look.

Hermione walked in slowly and then came running at the bed, jumping just in time to land herself square in the middle of the mass that was Harry. He let out an 'oof' and regained his breath just to have it taken away at the feeling of butterflies in his stomach that he got everytime he thought of Hermione.

"Sleep well?" Hermione asked as she leaned down to kiss his cheek. He trailed her kiss over to his mouth and kissed him lightly there, teasing. She rolled off to his side so she wouldn't crush his chest.

"The only time I sleep well is when I know you're safe."

"Now that, Harry James Potter, is a sure fire way of making me melt into a puddle of nothing. Keep that up and you might get a cookie later. Or maybe a gold star."

"Can't I just have you?"

"Oh, you can have me alright." Hermione smiled devilishly and began a small trail of kisses down his cheek and onto his neck. She nipped lightly in places and more roughly in others. She took in his scent as she did so. She loved the way he smelled. The soft masculine smell of the wind in his quidditch robes and of something totally him. If she could bottle it up she would be the richest witch in the wizarding world.

Hermione sucked lightly on a place at the base of his neck that made him moan with sheer pleasure. He reached a hand up to twine it in her silky hair that was a mess of tangles so early in the morning, but nonetheless beautiful to him. As she always was.

Hermione continued to work her magic on him. She worked her way up the other side of his neck and made her way back to his mouth, kissing him softly, but his lips begged for something more. He held her face lightly and kissed her more insistantly. His tongue ran the fine line along her bottom lip and she let him edge in bit by bit. Taking her time as though she thought that he might die from torment. But this was how she liked to do things.

She took him in her mouth fully and they both enjoyed a long good morning kiss. Her position being a little uncomfortable, she straddled his chest as she had done earlier upon landing on top of him. His hands came down to rest upon her waist, holding her in place, almost afraid to let her go.

"If this is Heaven, kill me now," Harry said against her mouth.

"Oh, I don't want you dead just yet. I want to have my way with you first," Hermione said with a devilish grin. Harry barely let the thought register in his head before he found himself roughly flipping Hermione over to where he was the one on top. Hermione giggled at this.

"Oh, you think I'm funny, do you?" Harry asked with a smile playing his eyes and a serious look on his face.

"I think you're funny," Hermione said. This earned her a kiss from Harry. "And I think you're sexy." Harry smiled and kissed Hermione's temple. "And incredibly daring." Harry kissed her neck. "And handsome, oh my god you're handsome." Harry moved lower, kissing the spot over Hermione's heart.

Hermione took in a deep breath as Harry made himself comfortable. He wrapped his arms around Hermione and laid down to the side of her with his head on her chest. She wrapped her arms protectively around his head and closed her eyes, listening to the sound of him breathing.

After a while it was apparent that he was asleep again. Hermione yawned loudly and closed her eyes, telling herself it would only be for just a second. She told herself that until everything went dark and she was fully immersed in the land of the unconscious.

It wasn't long after that the Harry found himself in a dream. He was standing by the ocean in maybe Italy and the lights of the night sky were shining brightly around him. He could feel the breeze from the ocean blowing against his face and the seawater spraying lightly against his skin. The rocks of the beach shifted uneasily beneath his feet as he began to walk. He stumbled and fell on his hands and knees.

"Harry." Harry looked up from where he had fallen to see the figure of Hermione surrounded by the stars. They came down from the sky and wrapped around her body, clinging to her dress. She stood there looking intently at Harry as he stayed on the ground.

"Harry, get up," Hermione said. She held out her arms, willing Harry to come into them.

He stood up slowly and began to walk to her. Upon reaching her he grabbed her around the waist and swung her around. He set her back down and held onto her tight, one hand wound in her hair and his eyes locked with hers. He smiled and leaned down to put his forehead against hers.

"You are my everything, Mione," he said softly. She smiled back at him and then faded from sight, the stars on her dress flying back into the sky.

Harry opened his eyes and looked up at Hermione who was still asleep. He watched her as she slept, her breathing slow and methodical. The rise and fall of her chest against his head was comforting. He could hear her heart beating softly. And then he thought of the stars, and smiled.