Our First Summer

MysteriousDarkSoul

Rating: NC17
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 6
Published: 02/05/2006
Last Updated: 15/05/2006
Status: in_progress

After the war has been fought, and won by our beloved Light side, our (more than) friendly Trio have gone to the city of Paris. They visit museums by day and are a bit dirty at night, in the appropriate place of course: the nightclub. There they find love, new experiences, and let me tell you, things can get a little....naughty....HHr, of course! And Ron finds a little French woman all his own....Enjoy!

Chapters

1. Our First Summer

1. Our First Summer

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Summary: After the war has been fought, and won by our beloved Light side, our (more than) friendly Trio have gone to the city of Paris. They visit museums by day and are a bit dirty at night, in the appropriate place of course: the nightclub. There they find love, new experiences, and let me tell you, things can get a little...naughty...HHr, of course! And Ron finds a little French woman all his own...Enjoy!

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Our First Summer

"To us?" she asked smiling, holding up her pop can.

"To us!" they chanted back in response.

And they drank happily.

"Wow...When was the last time we honestly felt this good...?" asked a nineteen year old Ronald Weasley. I really can't remember...

Hermione looked down at her pop can and sighed to herself. That's a good question...

"I don't think there ever was a time we truly felt carefree and happy," Harry thought out loud, looking at his two best friends around him.

"How long have we been here?" Hermione asked getting back to practical matters. It had seemed a long time, and the sun was just about to set.

"Dunno...Who cares. It feels good. Besides this is our time, Hermione," Ron quipped. "Forget the rest. This is our first real summer as normal friends and young adults."

"Yeah. Ron's right - for once," Harry said, smirking, earning a face from Ron. "Everything's over. And I for one am truly glad."

"Cheers to that, mate!" Ron exclaimed, holding up his root beer can. And they drank from their soda cans once more.

The street in front of them was full of people, still. Paris after dark wasn't a bad spot. Not bad at all. It was actually very...fun. There was a lot of things three friends could do in Paris, and thanks to Hermione, they already had their fair share of sightseeing. They had gone to the Louvre Museum because Hermione wanted to see the Mona Lisa, among other works by da Vinci, like the original Madonna of Rocks. Waiting in line for hours to see it wasn't exactly what Ron and Harry were here for. They were here to have a good time. They had been here for a week already, and they hadn't done much, other than sightseeing, again thanks to Hermione. Harry would always remember and laugh about the look on her face when it was finally their turn to have a look at the Mona Lisa. Ron's only comment was, "How come it's so small...? Hermione you made it sound like it would cover a whole wall." Hermione, of course, had not answered him. She was much too fascinated by the world's biggest work of art created by the most gifted man the human race had produced: Leonardo da Vinci. She had sighed with dreamy eyes, and Ron (being a full wizard and never quite appreciating art) had said, "I don't see what the big deal is. She's small and she looks like she's making fun of us and trying to hide it. What's with the creepy smile?" Those comments had earned him an impatient "Shut up!" from Hermione. Harry had smiled and said nothing, Ron had noticed and accusingly said, "You're smiling like her, too. This is useless. I'm going over there." And so Ron left. Harry new he'd be going to La Grande Galerie. With a smile that looked light a slight smirk, Harry supposed that Italian paintings of plump nudes were more of his calling.

And so here they were again, having a fun time just chilling out at a little Paris Cafe. "We should do something fun tonight," Harry suggested.

"Yes, mate. I agree. We should go find a nightclub or something. This time all three of us should go," Ron said.

"Oh please, Ron. You just want to see Sophie again," Hermione challenged with a playful grin making Ron go a bit red. "Ronniekins wants a Fleur Delacour his age," Hermione teased. Harry grinned at Ron knowingly, well aware of the night that he had to go and crash at Hermione's hotel room across from Ron's and his because Ron had wanted to have some alone time for the night. Harry had gotten a pillow and a blanket and had gone to Hermione's room asking for her couch. Hermione had been about to ask why, but it was at that precise moment that both had heard a specifically loud woman's moan, and so Hermione decided it was probably a good thing if she didn't ask and just let Harry sleep on her couch rather than put him through the cruelty of having him go through that night in his hotel room. He might end up sleeping in the bathtub. That would be just plain mean; Instead she's offer him a spot on her bed, or her couch.

"Yeah...yeah, I guess I wouldn't mind seeing her," said Ron, hoping to hide his enthusiasm under a too casual facade, but failing miserably because his ears turned an even darker red. "And her name is Sophia," Ron added a moment later.

"That's not what I've heard you calling her," Hermione retorted.

"'Mione, you up for it?" Harry asked Hermione after a good chuckle at Ron's reaction. Hermione stopped giggling and looked at Harry, pondering his question. She looked out the window briefly and a small bistro caught her eyes. You should allow yourself to have some fun, let loose, she told herself, you know you need it...and...you want it, too.

"Er, perhaps." She looked back at Harry, "could we go to that little place across the street first?" she asked both Harry and Ron. Both men turned to look at where she was now pointing.

"Why?" asked Ron. He really was looking forward to the night club he knew Sophia would be in tonight.

"Yeah, why? We've been in this cafe for so long, it's making partying sound good--" Harry said before Hermione quickly cut him off.

"Maybe we could all get a small glass of wine. Something that'll make us feel like proper adults. C'mon, Harry...please." She made her adorable puppy eyes she knew would make Harry give in in less than three seconds, and as predictable--

"Those eyes," he muttered incoherently. "Alright," he said clearly. "Ron, you up for it?" Ron made a face but nodded anyway.

And so they got up and made for the door with a small SORTIE/EXIT sign above it. They got out and instantly felt the warm summer breeze. Hermione glanced at the setting sun, feeling for once happy and relaxed. She knew tonight she'd have some fun.

"C'est ennuyeux," Ron said in his best, yet failing, attempt to sound French.

"Oh, Ron," Hermione said slightly annoyed but laughing anyway. "Honestly, 'this is boring.' You should learn something else."

"What! Boring is all I remember from everything you've told me. It's what I say every time we go to a museum, the least I could do is memorize it."

Harry laughed. "You do say that often."

"So! It's true!" Ron said defensively.

Hermione quickly looked to their right and left before jogging to the other side of the street, Harry and Ron following her. Once they were at the other side, Harry took the door handle and opened the door. Ron walked in first.

"This place doesn't seem too bad," Ron said taking in the dark, crowded interior. Hermione walked in second, and Harry stopped in back of her. Hermione made a faint grimace after taking in the fact that the place looked less like a bistro and more like a bar. Harry let the door close behind him and looked curiously about.

"Okay, I changed my mind. Let's just go back to the hotel," Hermione said as she turned looking at Harry. Harry stopped looking around and focused his eyes on her face; He smiled mischeviously. Hermione swerved around him to the door, but his strong hand came and shackled her wrist.

"I don't think so Hermione--" Harry began.

"Yeah! You wanted to come here, and now we're here...So, how 'bout that glass of wine," Ron said happily, rubbing his hands together and eyeing a pretty black-haired woman who looked to be in her mid-twenties.

Hermione made another grimace and asked, "Why don't we go the night club instead?" There seemed to be a fair amount of already drunk or tipsy men in the place. Not to mention some couples in corners being less than discreet about there actions.

"Hermione, you really need to stop deciding everything for all of us," said Ron, but with an air that said he didn't really mind at all.

"Alright, how about we discuss our little predicament outside?" suggested Harry. "People are beginning to notice we're here." The other two nodded in agreement, and so they exited the small bar. The sun was setting even more now.

"We really should do something tonight," said Ron. "We, as in all of us, haven't been out since we got here almost a week ago."

Hermione and Harry knew Ron was correct. Ron, of course, had been out in the past few days, otherwise he wouldn't know his Sophia. But Ron was getting tired of being out on his own; he wanted his friends around.

Hermione thought fast, and came with only one possible conclusion. "Okay, look, why don't we go back to our hotel rooms first. Change clothing, and go see your Sophia at the club she's always at," Hermione said firmly.

Harry smiled. Ron said, "yes! Believe me, 'Mione, you'll have a blast. The place is awesome...Now, come on. Let's go find that Apparation point." Ron began to walk eagerly and Hermione and Harry followed, both bumping hands slightly and grinning at each other.

There were many Apparation points in France, and Harry, Hermione, and Ron easily found the nearest one in Paris. There were few other wizards and witches there, too. The three friends huddled together and Apparated back inside their hotel rooms. Harry and Ron began to look for appropriate attires for tonight.

"I hope Hermione doesn't take too long," said Ron. "The later it is, the less time we have."

Harry nodded, left for the bathroom as Ron began to undress, and a moment later asked, "how did you meet Sophia?"

"Oh, I accidentally pulled her skirt down," said Ron completely uninhibited.

"How do you work that one out?" Harry asked sarcastically and laughing slightly while he was shaving in the loo.

Ron laughed. "I told her it was an accident. I was just trying to see what was under that little yellow skirt...Not that I couldn't imagine it anyway."

Harry laughed again. "Well, Ron, in Hermione's words, you are a pig." Both friends laughed again as Harry finished rinsing.

"Yeah, well apparently she didn't mind 'cause she asked me out to her cousin's night club. And that's where we're going."

When Harry came out of the bathroom Ron was finishing putting on a dark blue oxford shirt. Harry left his black jeans on and in the middle of his things he found a black silk, button-up top, which he put on as Ron sprayed himself with cologne. Harry went to the bathroom again and tried to tame his hair, but left it since his attempt was futile. Anyway, he remembered Hermione's words about it, Leave it. It looks sexy all messed up. And smiling faintly he sprayed a bit of cologne on himself.

They were ready.

Hermione on the other hand, was scrutinizing her reflection on the six foot mirror in the back of the bathroom door. She looked all right, she supposed. She looked up and down at the ample mirror, just looking. She wore a black skirt that went a bit lower than half way down her thighs and was perfectly flexible enough to flare out. She had a black silk corset top that she had bought in a boutique a couple days ago, on. She loved the top, it had read stitching and it was simple, with simple silky lace. And it wasn't such a hassle to put it on and take it off. A pull on the simple hidden zipper on the front of the corset could release her of it immediately. She smiled. It didn't look bad, not bad at all. For once she really liked her exterior. French men need to look out tonight, and if not them, then at least Harry does.

"Hermione, c'mon!" That was Ron shouting for her to get out, and she was sure that was Ron's usual knock, the pounding on the door.

"Just a second!" Hermione yelled back impatiently. She hurried to put on her strappy black not-so-tall heels. And she was done. Except that she really did think she looked like a slut. Perhaps a somewhat rich, sophisticated slut. Like Sophia. But a slut no less. And so she quickly looked for her black cashmere sweater. She put it on and buttoned it all up, except for the last button at the top. She decided to not take a purse, it would only be something to look after. She didn't need that, not tonight. Now she was ready to go.

"Finally," said Ron after Hermione opened her door. Ron immediately started to lead them out. He was definitely in a hurry to get to Sophia. Harry smiled secretly to Hermione and took a hold of her hand briefly. She smiled back.

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"So this is it, eh?" Hermione said to Ron. The building wasn't flashy, but it was obviously a night club.

"Yes. Just wait till you get inside."

They walked straight up, Ron leading the way. Hermione could tell Ron felt important as they all ignored the long line waiting to be let inside. They walked up to a security guy, Ron said, "hey Big Tim, mind letting my friends here," he half-heartedly pointed his hand at Hermione and Harry on his right side casually. "And I in?"

Big Tim looked at Harry and Hermione, smiled at Ron and said, "sure thing, man...Qui etes-vous?" Big Tim added to Hermione and Harry.

Ron looked confused and Hermione answered, "I'm Hermione Granger and this is Harry Potter."

"It's just that we should remember the names and appearances of the owner's friends and family because they're always welcomed in free of charge." Big Tim informed. "Have fun." Ron smiled, patted Big Tim on the back, and said, "thanks, mate." Hermione added a, "merci beaucoup," and all three of them walked in as if they owed the night club themselves, ignoring the very loud groans coming from the people outside.

They entered the club through another set of doors, and all three looked around. Ron had been here before with Sophia, but Harry and Hermione were in the same shoes, they had never been here before. The scenery was completely new and electrifying to them. The place was completely, immensely packed. No wonder the people outside couldn't get in; there was absolutely no more room left.

Both sexes were dancing everywhere, including in the many spiraled staircases and balconies. There were young men and women dancing, grinding modernly obscene with each other, exposing sweaty skin everywhere. Strobe and neon lights flashed, and smoke emitted from everywhere to set the sexy dancing mood. The music changed a lot, but it kept upbeat, and the girls and guys danced as if they never got tired. The place itself looked modern with a touch a Paris vintage, and felt exclusively expensive.

"Come on, let's go find a place to sit while we settle in," said Ron happily. Ron had obviously been here before, as he easily found them a small table. Harry thought finding a place to sit was near and next to impossible. Ron must know the place well, Harry thought as they sat down together. After a moment, Hermione started bobbing her head to the music smoothly.

"Guess who?" said a sweet, sexy voice behind Ron seconds after they sat down. The owner of the voice had put her ivory hands over Ron's eyes. Hermione and Harry looked to find Sophia standing behind the sitting Ron, who had just started to smile broadly.

"Sophie," he said in a fond, husky voice. Sophia giggled and turned to sit on Ron's lap and immediately started to kiss Ron in a sloppy, erotic kiss. Harry and Hermione glanced at each other and quickly averted their eyes; both determined to avoid looking at each other.

A few moments later Hermione coughed...loudly.

"Hermione...try not to...choke," Ron managed to say between taking breaths and sucking on Sophia's face. Hermione glared at them and turned scarlet. She looked at Harry and he was smiling, looking down, determined not to look up and laugh.

After a few more moments Sophia got up and said brightly to them, "my it's hot here. You all want a bottle of alcohol? I could get one for us."

"Of course, Sophie. Tonight we're all having some fun," Ron said to her before any of the others got a chance to answer. Sophia smiled brightly and left; Ron watched her hips sway in low rise small mini skirt as she left until she got out of sight.

"Her cousin works as a bartender. She'll give us some booze, no problem," Ron said to them. Hermione rolled her eyes. Harry said nothing, but he knew he'd have some fun later.

"Just so you both know, I'll be spending the night at Sophie's place," Ron informed them.

"You're ditching us?" asked Hermione.

"Of course. I'm not staying and give up a night with Sophie...all alone...at her place."

Hermione again rolled her eyes, smiling slightly. Harry muttered, "I wouldn't either." Hermione turned to him and punched him playfully in the arm. "I was only kidding!" Harry said laughing. Hermione smiled.

Ron said, "Hermione! Don't hit the poor boy! His mind's in the right spot!"

Hermione and Harry laughed along with Ron. "Alright guys! Tonight's fun. All fun. No rebuking from me...Tonight I'll even find myself a hot young man," Hermione said and giggled.

"That's the ticket, 'Mione!" Ron beamed. Finally she was coming around. Harry looked at her to see if she was serious...and apparently...she was as she eyed the French guys all around them. Her eyes came to a stop, and met Harry's. Harry would give her no one to look for.

"Bon jour! C'est moi! I'm back!" Sophia came into view carrying a nice dark bottle of liquor. There were already cups on the table; small shot glasses.

They all poured themselves a shot and Sophia offered a toast, "To tonight! We're all here, let the fun begin!"

"Cheers!" they chimed together. Ron and Sophia looked sensously at each other. Harry swallowed his shot as well as Hermione, and they both instantly felt the warmth sliding down their throats.

"So, Harry, Hermione...how are you all liking Paris?" Sophia asked them as they poured themselves a tiny bit more of the drink.

"Oh, I'm loving it!" Hermione answered enthusiastically. Sophia smiled brightly and nodded her head in agreement.

"Isn't it wonderful? And judging by what Ron says, you three have had your share of museums...I'm assuming you've seen la Jaconde?"

"The what?" asked Harry.

"La Joconde is what France has dubbed the Mona Lisa," Hermione answered quickly. Sophia nodded her head once more.

"Yes, exactly," she said, then in a casual note she added, "I've seen it hundreds of times, and every time I think she looks a bit...er...brumeux in the Musee de Louvre."

"Say what?" Ron asked completely at a lost.

"Foggy, she says she thinks it looks foggy," Hermione said.

"Precisement!" said Sophia smiling at Hermione.

"Ok, that's it with the French," Ron said slightly annoyed. He took Sophia's hand to try to get her up so they could go dance.

"Un moment, Ron, I want your friends to have as much fun as we will," Sophia said smiling. Ron eagerly tugged at her arm some more, but Sophia ignored him. "Harry, Hermione...This," she gave Harry a dark blue plastic card the size of a credit card. "Is a VIP card it works to any blue door you find in the balconies. It means you're a highly Valued Important Partier, and everything in there is free...Know what I mean..." She winked, and to Ron she added, "I want them to have fun...I know we will..." Ron and her smiled mischievously at each other.

Harry and Hermione smiled at her, both with a few, perhaps naughty, thoughts in their minds.

"Now, we leave you," said Sophia with the air of trying to sound proper. "Pardonnez-moi, mademoiselle...monsieur, we leave you, excusez." She smiled brightly, and Harry and Hermione laughed slightly.

Now Sophia was tugging at Ron's sleeve. Ron instantly got up and followed the pretty Sophia, a girl with long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a perfect body, wearing a, slightly too short, dark red skirt with a silky black top, and some slinky black stilettos.

"Well, we won't be seeing much of them anymore," said Harry camly, enjoying the scenery, then looking at Hermione.

"Try not much at all," Hermione answered.

Harry smiled, nodding, "yeah, you're right." Hermione made a face that said duh! Harry smiled. "Sophia seems pretty cool..."

"Definitely. I really like her," said Hermione. "As long as she doesn't want to get into your pants."

Harry laughed. "So, good-looking, we're on our own...Think we could handle it?" Harry said smiling mischievously.

"Of course. We got each other," Hermione said firmly, playfully, as she took off her black cashmere sweater and exposing her sexy corset.

Harry hinted a somewhat sexy smile and said, "let's go." Harry took Hermione's hand and quickly lead her to the dance floor.

They somehow managed to get in the middle of an immense crowd in the middle of dancing guys and girls. The steamed room seemed to devour them in the mood of the floor. The sexy music was so loud it was impossible to hear anything but the sexy musical notes the DJ made. It made you want to grind and dance as if you were under an electrifying spell. The lights changed different colors dramatically along with the music as if synchronizing. Different colored lights flashed and bounced off the black walls and onto the beautiful people dancing and touching each other.

Harry came around Hermione and put a strong hand on her waist and pulled her close to him, so close that Hermione could smell him, and he smelled more than good. Hermione trusted him; She knew she'd feel uncomfortable if it was some other French man with her, no matter how incredibly hot he was. This was her Harry, and it felt perfect.

She put a hand loosely in the back of his neck; her other hand lose at her side. She started to move her body to the music. Sexually sensuous moves. Harry loved the way she was moving, as if giving him a feel of what was to come...

From the moment they touched in this atmosphere they knew they'd throw caution to the wind and ignore the consequences.

Tonight they'd do everything that was in their minds...No matter how naughty...

Hermione kept moving her body smoothly to the sensuous music the way she knew any one there would like it. Yes, Hermione, right now, could very well be called a fucking tease.

They both felt other bodies bumping into them, but it was perfect. No one would notice anything they were doing. For a room filled of hundreds of people one could very well feel completely free and uninhibited.

Harry let her move all around him, let her smooth curves feel him in a sexual rhythm that would capture any male no matter his orientation, and perhaps a few females as well...Now that was saying something about the way she moved.

Harry moved in back of her and settled his hands on her hips. Hermione reached and rested her right arm on his shoulder. She ground her hips on him and Harry let a couple fingers from his right hand slip right under the very low waistband of her skirt. Her skirt was low enough that he could touch the flimsy material of her skimpy v-string. He brought a hand up, slowly, touching and caressing what ever of her skin there was to explore. He brought his left hand to feel her soft, long curls

There was a voice in her ear, husky and deep, warm breath whispering, "You're beautiful." He was so very close that she could hear his ragged breathing in her ear above the extremely loud music. She smiled and laid her hand on his where it was caressing the smooth skin of her waist.

He spun her around and pulled her even more close, and his voice low and seductive he repeated, "you're beautiful." His eyes giving little doubt to the truth of his claim that he found her exceptionally beautiful. Her face flushed, her eyes wide and curious, her breathing a bit ragged, and her body squirming in his arms. She moved slowly, sexually. And it was nothing but erotic and arousing.

"Let's take the VIP card Sophia gave us and use it?" he asked with that same husky, low voice that plainly told her he was aroused.

She was considering accepting his invitation. She was curious and a part of her longed for a change in her routine, especially something so wild. All this week had been out of the ordinary. Overall, Paris was wild, but this! This would just be the wip cream in an orgy fest! Hmmmm...Come on Hermione, you don't even have to think about this. (I wouldn't. Haha!)

She took the offer and pulled his hand and lead him to the nearest spiral staircase she could find. They dodged dancing people and squeezed their way up the spiral stairs; the steam, seeming to come from the floor, made it hard to see a bit.

They found their way to a balcony where they spotted even more dancing people, but also a blessed blue door. Harry slid the card through a lock, similar to the ones at the hotel. He quickly and smoothly opened the door for himself and Hermione. They walked in hand in hand and Harry closed the door.

Inside was only a miniature version of what was going on downstairs. It was absolutely dark except for the lights that flashed and danced around. Perhaps they all thought that the darkness could hide what they were all doing. More likely, no one cared. Other than dancing and sweating and kissing downstairs, here, however, there were various stages of young men and women in states of undress. There were sexual acts happening here in these VIP rooms that were meant to be private. The room was filled with beautiful girls teasing and stripping in front of horny guys.

Both were momentarily shocked at this turn of events, but Hermione turned around and laid her mouth on Harry's. Somehow, since these other people were doing way more shameful things, she felt uninhibited to go about and do them as well. And Harry was much more than happy to oblige. He put his hands around her bare waist and pushed her towards a corner. The room was also packed and no one cared what anyone else was doing. This was the beauty of it; anyone could do what ever they wanted and get away with it. Hermione vaguely suspected that some people came here looking for booty and she was sure they hooked up with total strangers.

Harry pushed Hermione into a corner and undid the top few buttons of his dark silk shirt. He touched and kneaded her skin. She felt the arousing shivers go up her spine, and oh did it feel so very good. She kissed and licked his neck as he was doing his thing with his hands, touching her all over. Feeling the curves of her hips. Touching her bare shoulders and caressing them. They kissed and joined tongues in a frenzy that was not only absolutely delicious, it was draining. Harry stepped back an inch to let them both catch their breaths. She stared into his amazing green eyes, dilated with arousal. To be perfectly blunt, he was sexy as sin and probably just as dangerous...What the hell, who cared, she didn't, and definitely not anyone in this room either.

Boy, did she just want to be fucked crazy right now.

He looked at her as if his eyes were her world, and once more he went at it, only this time he took her legs and shoved them up around his waist. With her hands safely secured around his neck, she let out a quik breath and showed him how turned on she was. She felt the bulge in his jeans and ground her hips against him; He groaned and she loved the way his groans sounded when they were so close to her ears.

He shoved the skirt up around her hips. His fingers dug into her skin and he curled his fingers around the straps of her black skimpy excuse for underwear. A couple more moves, and he had found what he was looking for. He brushed her panty line and the contact made her moan in his ears. He smiled faintly and brushed his fingers around her area. She whispered something incoherently, and he took it as a cue. He slid a finger in her and she gasped out in pleasure, muttering something incoherent and wicked.

"Will you be mine, Hermione?" he purred in her ear as he slowly massaged her wet cunt. Hermione moaned and held on tightly to his shoulders.

“Yes,” she whimpered as his thumb brushed against her clit. Magical chills ran down her spine and into the only place that felt right. She was supported against the hard wall and Harry pushed her into the surface even tighter to gain more freedom with his hands.

Harry whispered as he thrust another finger into her wet cunt. His other hand easily unzipped her corset down halfway, freeing her left breast, kneading the flesh, his fingers twisting her nipple. His thumb rubbing against that soft spot he knew drove her crazy. A particular hard flick made her cry out his name in pleasure. After that flick came another one that barely brushed against her. From that she knew he was a natural, and she loved it. “I want you. Do you want me...?"

He was playing with her. He was trying to get her to admit everything she knew was true, everything he knew. “Yes,” she said with no inhibitions at all. She moved against his hand, her skin glistening with sweat as he possessed her body perfectly. She wanted this more than she could remember wanting anything in recent years. All she wanted was to feel him, to have him inside her, to be consumed with pleasure and to be free from all her sexual fantasies.

He unzipped her corset completely. Her body tightened and she knew she'd be close to the edge, and at that precise moment he lifted her higher and brought his mouth to her right breast and began to suck on her nipple in a frenzy that she knew he was as hard as hell and wanted release. When he switched his sucking and licking from her right breast to her left, she brought her right hand in between them and she didn't even know how she did it, but she managed to unbutton his black shirt completely, and his jeans as well, and she unzipped the zipper of his jeans half way down. She wanted to feel him all over. She ran her fingers all around his chest, anywhere she could reach, feeling the hard muscles covered with smooth skin underneath her hands. He was still doing amazingly insane things with his fingers when she moaned out, "I want you! I need you in me, Harry! Now!" He was eager to do as he was told. With a last thrust of his finger he brought his hand to his jeans and pushed them open and down enough to barely let his eager penis out. He secured his hands on her hips and held her safely against the wall. She put her arms tightly around his neck. They kissed intensely and hard making sure their tongues got a taste of each other and mirrored the way they felt.

He probed her entrance, knowing fully well that it would build anticipation better than anything else. The teasing felt good, but it became unbearable, and she groaned, "Harry." He smiled and looked at her with eyes full of lust and it was then that she knew she held some power, a realization that gave her confidence. She smiled to him like a vixen, and he growled. It wasn't long until he entered her and both moaned out in the sensation of it. She clung to him, her hair even more of a disarray than normal, curls sticking to her sweaty face and forehead, her cheeks and body flushed with desire, sticky with sweat.

He pulled out of her, his mouth meeting hers as one of his hands moved behind her ass, giving it a good gentle squeeze, his cock entered her again, sliding deeper in this time. She felt the hard wall against her back as he shoved her against it, thrusting into her with hard, deep strokes. She began to tighten her cunt around him, flexing her muscles to heighten his pleasure, causing him to moan and growl. She racked her fingernails down his clothed back, she scratched him, kissing him back hungrily. He grunted deep in his throat.

Hermione nuzzled her head in his neck and licked the spot under his ear, muttering sexy things in a husky voice, causing him to grunt again. He was so aroused by her now, that he started to plunge in and out in a fast pattern that made her moan as she felt the orgasm build deep inside, bubbling, threatening to burst. She gasped and moaned and yelled his name out into the crowd, and he grunted and moaned in her ear as he pushed and pulled himself. He squeezed her hips with his hands as he pushed her further into him in a way that told her he was about to come. Her body tightened before her release hit. The orgasm exploded inside her, sending waves of warmth and euphoria throughout her body, she arched her back as she came with a loud cry of pleasure. She shouted Harry's name into the air, where no one would hear it anyway, as he continued pumping into her. He felt the orgasm hit her, her inner walls tightening around him sending him over the edge. He groaned her name in her neck, spilling himself in her with a shudder. He panted, smiling, slumping against her and the wall.

Hermione could hear his ragged breathing in her ear above her own panting. She put her arms tightly around his neck and shoulders; he held onto her waist and hips possessively not wanting to let go. She smiled and rested her chin on her hand that was placed firmly around his neck, and smiling even more, she stared at the shining solid diamond on one of her left hand's fingers. A dazzling silver ring that he had given her just before they had left Hogwarts a year ago. A promise.

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