Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
A/N: Thank you for the wonderful reviews last chapter! I came home from a pretty terrible day at school and reading them just made me feel so much better. A very happy birthday to Dorian Sunchaser… woohoo! And yeah. This chapter is set two months later… and the last chapter will be set two months after this one. The title will come into play next chapter. If any of you love the band Lifehouse you'll recognise the title as one of their absolutely fabulous songs… I got into a terribly fluffy and romantic mood after listening to it on the weekend which is why this is here. But yeah… anyway! Please read and review :D Bit of a less amusing chapter... I will hopefully make up for it next chapter.
Everything
Chapter Two:
This newfound freedom with his feelings with Hermione had definite good points. Harry could touch her whenever he wanted without her giving him an odd look and he loved knowing that she felt the same way about him. There was this satisfied, happy feeling he got whenever he was with her; feeling almost as though his chest was going to burst with all the happiness he felt inside. He also liked to think that he gave her the sort of dreams she was giving him.
But he didn't have solid evidence of the last point. Every time he brought up what she thought about at night, she would laugh and slap him playfully, but not answer. He tried again and again to find out exactly what she thought and how she felt about him, but it was to no avail. She just avoided the question or "refused to dignify his question with an answer," as she put it. Just because they had been going out for two months now did not mean she was going to reveal to him what she thought about at night.
"Why won't you 'dignify my question with an answer' Hermione?" he asked thoughtfully, one evening as they sat in the library alone together.
"First of all, this is certainly not the time or place to be discussing such things," she answered curtly, frowning slightly as she scanned the page of a book quickly. "Second of all, it's a silly question. That's why I refuse to answer it."
Harry sighed and looked back down at his work, beginning to write again. He moved his left hand from his own lap to rest on top of her right thigh, running his thumb over it softly. She moved slightly but didn't shove his hand off her. He glanced sideways at her to find she had begun to write again, pausing every so often to close her eyes and breathe through her nose.
He looked back down at his own work and moved his hand across her thigh blindly, feeling her flinch slightly as he came to her bare skin between her knee and the hem of her skirt. He slid his hand up under her skirt, grinning at his unfinished essay as he heard her gasp slightly. Her quill dropped to the table as he hesitantly moved his fingers closer to her underwear and past them, feeling her dampness and making her spread her legs slightly and making some sort of mewling sound in the back of her throat.
He withdrew his hand from her and looked down at his fingers thoughtfully.
Hermione turned her head and glared at him, "Do you enjoy making me sexually frustrated?"
"Yeah," he said, grinning at her.
She growled slightly at him before moving her head forward to kiss him desperately, sliding her hands past his robes and around to his back. As her fingers touched his skin past his jumper and shirt he shifted his chair around, somehow managing to not break the kiss, to face her. She moved across from her chair to sit on his lap, sliding her hands further up his back and grinning into the kiss as she felt Harry's hand move stealthily towards the inside of her thigh again.
Suddenly, she remembered where they were, and broke the kiss, looking around wildly.
"What?" Harry asked confusedly.
"We're in the library," she whispered, standing up off him and smoothing her skirt down.
"Hermione, we're in the corner furthest from Pince's desk and no one else is in here," he said reasonably, watching her sit back down on her own chair.
She frowned and then started to pack her work up, "I'm not comfortable doing this here," she said quickly. When he didn't move she said, "We'll continue somewhere else."
"Oh," Harry said, beginning to pack his work up too.
They rushed through the castle, bowling stray students aside in their haste and shouting apologies over their shoulders. Once in Gryffindor Tower, they flew up the stairs and to Harry's dorm. Once there they threw their bags down next to his bed and moved back to kissing each other, tugging at each other's robes and making their way blindly onto the bed.
"S-Silencing charm," Hermione said breathlessly, reaching down to the ground for her robes.
Harry moved off her slightly and closed the hangings as she straightened up on the bed, holding her wand up. She cast the silencing charm and pulled Harry back to her, unbuttoning his shirt quickly and pushing it off his shoulders. He wasn't as careful as she was; he simply ripped her shirt open, her buttons going flying at the closed hangings.
"Enthusiastic much?" she asked, smirking up at him as they paused in their kisses.
"Only for you," he said, smirking back at her.
She sat up slightly and tugged her shirt off, tossing it down towards the other end of the bed. They began to kiss again and soon, Harry's pants and Hermione's skirt were gone. Harry was on his back, still kissing her furiously and his fingers venturing towards the clasp holding her bra together. She groaned softly as she felt him begin to undo it and broke the kiss, sitting up on his hips.
"Sorry," he muttered, biting his swollen lip and looking down.
She smiled and tilted his chin up so he was looking at her. "I only wanted to remove it myself," she said reasonably, reaching around behind herself and undoing the bra. Once discarded and tossed aside Harry reached up curiously to touch her, running his thumbs over her smooth skin.
"You're so soft," he said thoughtfully, sitting up slightly. Running his thumbs over her nipples, he added, "So beautiful." He leant up and kissed her lips tenderly, touching her cheeks softly.
He lay back down and she moved down on top of him, pressing her wonderfully naked skin into him, "Thank you," she whispered, resting her head on his chest and closing her eyes.
"Do you want to go to sleep now?" he asked softly, brushing her hair away from her cheeks.
She smiled and opened her eyes to look up at him, "If that's alright with you. I just like being like… this with you."
"Let's get under the covers then," he suggested.
She rolled off him and they slid under the bed sheets and blankets together, turning their bodies to face each other.
"Good night Harry," Hermione whispered, leaning forward and kissing him again.
"'Night Hermione," he replied as she twisted her body around in the bed so her back was facing him. He slid an arm around her waist and kissed her bare shoulder.
She smiled happily and squeezed his hands before closing her eyes and falling asleep.
When Harry awoke the next morning it was to find he was lying on his back with Hermione curled up next to him. Her naked breasts were resting on his side and her hand was resting on his stomach, rubbing him every so often. He smiled, glancing down at her peaceful and pouting face, marvelling at how gorgeous she was when she was asleep.
After about five minutes of gazing at her, he whispered, "'Mione?"
"Mmm," she murmured sleepily, rubbing her closer to his body and wrapping her legs around his.
"Come on Hermione," he said softly, nudging her.
"No," she muttered stubbornly, burying her face into his side.
Harry smiled and tugged her body across so she was lying on top of him. "I warn you, I have terrible morning breath and I will kiss you."
"Oh alright," she grumbled, rolling off him and sitting up, rubbing her eyes. The blankets fell from her torso and she stretched back, yawning widely.
"On second thoughts, maybe we should stay in here," Harry said quickly, watching her breasts rise as she stretched.
Hermione laughed, "No, we have morning breath and I'm hungry. I'll just put my clothes back on and go back to my dorm. I'll meet you down in the common room."
"Clothes should be illegal on you," Harry grumbled, watching her pick her bra up from the other end of the bed and fasten it around herself.
"If they were then you'd have a few pervs to take care of," she said smiling and rolling her eyes at him.
"They should be illegal when we're alone together then," Harry said, smirking and sitting up so he could watch her properly.
"I'll see you down in the common room Harry," she said, still smiling and crawling up to him to kiss his cheek good bye.
As she pulled the hangings apart and slipped off the bed Ron pulled his hangings apart, rubbing his eyes sleepily.
"'Morning Ron," she said to him as she passed him.
"'Morning Hermione," he said sleepily, yawning widely. As he heard the door close as she left the room he opened his eyes wide and looked over at Harry's bed.
"Hey Ron," Harry said, sliding off his bed and standing up.
"Did Hermione just leave your bed?" Ron asked incredulously.
"Yes," Harry said, pulling fresh school trousers and a shirt out of his wardrobe.
Ron just sat there dumbstruck, his eyes still wide open.
"What?" Harry asked turning and raising his eyebrows at Ron.
"Did she stay there the entire night?" he asked.
"Yes," Harry said very slowly as though he was talking to a three year old.
Ron grinned and stood up, "How come Hermione never wants to spend the night in my bed?" he asked playfully and winking at Harry.
Harry snorted and crossed the room to punch Ron in the shoulder, "Maybe because you have a girlfriend and Hermione doesn't like you that way."
Ron laughed, "Alright. So, how was it?"
"How was what?"
"You know," Ron said, thrusting his hips forward and raising his eyebrows suggestively.
"Ron," Harry said disdainfully, frowning at his friend.
"Don't tell me you didn't do it."
Harry shrugged and walked back to his wardrobe, "We didn't."
"Why not?"
"I don't think she's ready and I know I'm certainly not," Harry said reasonably, pulling his pants on. "And I just liked lying there with her."
Ron scoffed and said, "You're lying."
"No, I'm not," Harry insisted, buttoning his shirt up. "We just slept together."
"Whatever," Ron said in an annoyingly patient way.
Harry rolled his eyes and said, "I'm going to breakfast. See you later."
Hermione hated sharing a dorm with the two biggest flirts and gossips in the school. Well, it was only recently that she really began to hate it. Ever since she'd started going out with Harry, Lavender and Parvati attempted to interrogate her each night. Each time they had failed considering they didn't really have any reason to think that Hermione would be "doing the dirty deed" as Lavender put it.
But Hermione returned from Harry's room that morning to find the pair sitting on her bed, their arms crossed and wearing smirks on their faces.
"Had a good night Hermione?" Lavender asked.
"I suppose," Hermione said carefully, going to her wardrobe and opening it to pull her clothes out for the day.
"You know, last night I could have sworn I saw you and Harry dashing up the stairs to his dorm," Parvati said, crossing her legs.
"Really?" Hermione asked, rolling her eyes. She dropped her skirt and shirt for the day on the ground and searched through her drawers for some clean socks.
"Really," Parvati continued, "and Lavender and I didn't hear you come back here last night."
"That's nice," Hermione said vaguely, frowning as she couldn't find clean socks. "Have you seen my socks?"
"Why are you worrying about socks when you could be telling us all the juicy details of your exploits last night?" Lavender asked, raising an eyebrow up at Hermione.
"Because I'd prefer it if details of my relationship with Harry wasn't spread around the school," Hermione said, suddenly grinning as she noticed a clean bundled up pair of socks underneath the rest of her underwear. "You're not getting anything," she added to the pair.
They pouted and Parvati said, "Come on Hermione. We told you stuff about our boyfriends."
"I don't gossip," Hermione pointed out, gathering all her clothing up for the day and moving towards the bathroom. "And I certainly didn't ask for the details of your exploits."
"What did Ron say after I left?" Hermione asked Harry as she laced her fingers through his and walked with him out of Gryffindor Tower.
"He asked if you stayed the whole night. Then he made some ridiculous accusation that we had sex," Harry said, shrugging. "Don't worry, I told him we didn't," he added quickly as Hermione threw him a worried look. "He didn't seem to believe me though."
"I probably shouldn't have slept in your bed," Hermione sighed, gazing down at the ground.
"You know, there's a reason there isn't a charm on the boys' staircase," Harry said reasonably, nudging her softly with their hands.
"It's because the founders trusted the girls and not the boys," Hermione said, smiling slightly. "Good move on their part," she added.
Harry laughed softly and nudged her again, "Oh you know you'd love to have me in your bed Hermione."
She snorted, "I believe we'd get a lesson on how to have safe sex from Lavender and Parvati so maybe it's a good thing you can't get into my room."
"Oh yes, what did they say to you this morning?" Harry asked.
Hermione scowled, "I hate sharing a room with gossips. They tried to get the 'juicy details of our exploits'." She wrinkled her nose and said, "Silly girls."
"Why do people automatically assume that just because we slept together, we had sex too?"
"Because I came out of the bed wearing the clothing I was yesterday," Hermione said, smirking at him and bumping his hip with hers lightly.
Harry grinned sheepishly, "We didn't exactly have time to grab fresh clothes for you, or your pyjamas for that matter."
"I know." She smiled and leaned up to kiss his cheek softly.
He kissed her back and said, "I just hope that Lavender and Parvati don't spread rumours about us." They entered the Great Hall and made their way across to the Gryffindor table.
"They won't, if they know what's good for them," Hermione remarked dryly.
Harry snorted, "You're not part of the Mafia Hermione."
"Yes but you and I are the top of the Defence Against the Dark Arts class," she said as they sat down at the Gryffindor table. "We could hex them into next week."
"Oh dear me, I'm a bad influence on you!" Harry exclaimed, placing a hand over his mouth in surprise, "You shouldn't be planning your room-mates' demise!"
Hermione snorted and slapped his shoulder lightly, "Oh be quiet."
To Be Continued…