Disclaimer: Obviously, these characters are not mine and do belong to JKR, etc. I just like making them do naughty things to each other. ;)
A/N: I'm going to apologize now for the abundance of commas. I really can't live without them, but I do hope they aren't distracting. …Oh, and the inspiration for this comes from cheeringcharm's "O" and any number of wonderful affair fics I have read. I was bored in one of my classes last semester and a picture of this popped into my head. Since I have no talent for art, I decided to write it. Enjoy!
p.s. This hasn't been beta-ed, so any errors are mine and I apologize.
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Hermione crept out of bed, careful not to disturb Ron. She laid the blankets close to him, trying to leave him a little warmth to not raise his suspicions. She tiptoed to the door and opened it softly, then stepped outside.
Where Harry was waiting.
He captured her in his arms and kissed her fiercely, effectively masking her surprise. Moments later, she melted and returned the kiss passionately.
They broke and walked silently away from the door, but still kept it in sight. The door remained open to watch for any sounds of Ron from the bedroom.
She started to speak, but Harry pushed her against the wall roughly and claimed her mouth again. She moaned in his mouth instead.
Pushing them closer to the wall, Harry raised one hand and put it close to her ear, holding himself up. The other ran down her body, cupping a breast here, tickling her stomach there, before lifting her leg to wrap it around him. Her nightshirt gaped slightly around her leg, allowing him to run his fingertips up her thigh. Hermione moaned again and shifted restlessly against his torture. She thrust her hands in his hair, gripping him tightly and pulling him closer in a brutal competition over who could make who breathless.
They both succeeded when Hermione wrapped her other leg around Harry's waist, leaving herself vulnerable to him and just not caring.
He continued to caress her naked flesh under the nightgown. She placed one of her hands on Harry's bare chest, slithering it down to the elastic of his pajama pants. When he moved to bite her neck, her hand slipped in and gripped him firmly. They both gasped as she enveloped his cock with her hand and began to stroke him lightly. He stopped teasing and turned his attentions away from her flesh and onto her clit, keeping rhythm with her stroking.
They kissed hungrily again as Harry tried to lift her nightshirt more. She stopped and pulled down his pants enough for him to spring loose. A moment of adjusting for the right position, he then thrust into her, covering her lips with his as she screamed.
He continued to move in their well-practiced rhythm as his hand returned to its attention on her clit. Hermione moved her hand to her breast, twisting and squeezing the nipple as she moaned against Harry's mouth.
She came first, her hands going stiff and her vision swimming in front of her. Harry kissed her tenderly, nibbling on her lower lip as she came down from her high. He followed, a few sure, swift thrusts into her welcoming body. He rested his forehead on hers and they breathed in tandem. He helped her remove her legs from him and kissed her softly again.
They stood close to each other, Hermione's back still pressed against the wall. She listened for Ron, just a few feet away. She straightened her nightshirt as Harry performed the cleansing charm. She gave him one last lingering kiss before going to the open door.
She paused in the doorway and looked back at Harry, a question in her eyes.
He smiled. "Tomorrow?"
She smiled back, her eyes lighting up. She bit her bottom lip shyly and nodded happily before crossing the room and lying back down next to an oblivious Ron. She thought about her encounter for a few seconds more before closing her eyes and turning close to Ron to go to sleep.