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She remained still, in his arms. Her eyes were closed and she was lying against him, both resting on their side. Her head was in contact with his shoulder, as if he had given her his shoulder. She could feel one of his arms under her head, his free hand was drawing patterns on her back. Neither spoke.
Hermione wondered what was going through his mind, and his silence was starting to worry her. Was it too soon? she asked herself. Events of the last week ran through her mind, and she wondered if perhaps they were both not ready for the intimacy they had shared; they were only seventeen.
She needed to know what he was thinking, but she didn't want to speak, to break the silence. She couldn't see his face because her head was tucked up against his shoulders and her eyes were still closed. She remembered again her conversation with her mother as to how she didn't want to spoil their friendship.
Harry continued to draw lazy patterns against her back, and she liked the feel of it. She liked the feel of his body in contact with her own, nothing but a sheet covering them both. She was still resting against him. It had been incredible; Harry had been incredible. It was his first time, she knew. He knew it was also hers. She had woken from the nightmare and still remembered how it felt to have lost him, and now she knew it was only a dream. She still had her Harry, next to her, in his bed. No longer just friends; no longer best friends even but lovers. He had been so gentle but passionate. When she felt him climax she felt as if he had shaken off so much tension. He still drew patterns against her back, at least he hadn't fallen asleep.
It's not like him to be so quiet for so long, she thought, but then she hadn't said a word either. Not after. During, she had been unable to hold back the noises she was making. She loved the feel of him against her, on her, and within her. He had been so tender until he came and even then he hadn't hurt her. Hermione had nothing to compare it to, but she felt it must have been perfect. This would be her groundhog day, the day she would want to live over and over.
She loved him, and had finally told him, but he knew anyway. What didn't I tell him before? she asked. She knew the answer; she was holding that until Riddle was gone. She didn't want to add to his mental burdens by telling him that she loved him. But she did. He had known anyway.
She had imagined her first time fleetingly long ago; she thought all girls probably did. It wasn't like she imagined it, it was better. Harry had returned her kisses as eagerly as she had kissed him. He loved her just as much. It wasn't wrong, what they had done; wasn't wrong, it was right! But still he hadn't spoken. Was he watching her? Checking her face for visual queues as to how she felt? Where was his mind? Is he worried about something? Was he perhaps worried that - -
"Harry?"
He answered her with a kiss, on her forehead. Very lightly and tender. He was still here and still hers. His mind had gone nowhere. He continued drawing patterns, but didn't speak. As tender as he had been Hermione could feel the power held within his muscles; Harry was quite strong.
"Where are you?" she asked in a whisper.
"Wherever you are," he immediately replied. "Always and forever."
She liked the sound of that and smiled. His voice sounded calm, under control and strong. She was his now; she had given herself freely to him and he knew he was in her heart.
"Are you okay?" she asked, her voice even softer than before.
Harry did not speak, but instead drew the letter `y' on her back, and then his hand went back to drawing more patterns. She shivered at his touch, and felt he wasn't scared or upset. He felt strong, in control, wonderful. He felt amazing next to her. Perhaps he was in such a state of bliss that she had taken his words away. No, not her, what they had done had taken all words. After that what words did anyone need to use?
To add to his answer, he drew another letter, an `M' and Hermione tried to decipher the meaning.
"Mum? Are you worried about my Mum?" and immediately she felt the chuckle vibrate through his chest into her shoulder at the same time as his laugh.
"It was a `W', as in worried, as in worried about your nightmare. I'm not worried about anyone else in all the world. Not your Mum who I love like my own; not Riddle, no-one."
She sighed, knowing he was fine, and his silence was nothing more than him savouring the moment, the feeling. He was probably thinking about how wonderful it had been, but there was plenty more where that came from.
"It was nothing," she said. "Only a nightmare."
He nodded, he could probably write the book on nightmares. "It wasn't nothing, it was something. It was important to you so it's important to me Mione. We're a team." All the time he spoke his hand never stopped drawing patterns.
She wondered if she should tell him, Would it spoil anything? No, she decided. If he was not mature enough for them to have shared what they had that would be one thing. But he wasn't running anywhere. He was still with her.
"I dreamt you had died," she started and he nodded. He assumed that would have something to do with it. A few hours ago in his very own R.R. there were moments when he felt as if he would die. There was still a blood stain on the ceiling where a blasting spell had sent him after he crashed into one of the walls. Harry made a mental note to tell Dobby to leave the bloodstain, and not to clean it up.
"And?" he prodded her.
"You were gone and I didn't know why or how. It was raining and all the colours fell out of the world. Everything that had colour had lost it, everything was grey.
He continued drawing patterns on her back. She was afraid of what may happen. Harry knew he may well die next time he and Riddle met.
"Cho was there. She had a baby."
Harry considered her words. "Who's baby? Hers?"
"She said it was mine, or ours. No she said it was you."
Harry nodded, thinking, wondering. What if - - -? No, it was just a nightmare.
"I'm here," he told her and she nuzzled into him. "I'm not going anywhere."
For the first time she opened her eyes and she saw he was smiling at her. His eyes were so bright; he had been watching her and probably smiling he whole time. He saw a solitary tear on one of her cheeks. He lowered his head and with the softest touch, he kissed the tear, taking it away.
Hermione kissed him and now both of his arms; the one she had been resting upon as well as the free one, enveloped her in a hug. He held her tightly as they kissed, both feeling the kiss get deeper and deeper. He rolled and now instead of lying together on their sides, he was on top of her, but he made sure he had none of his weight against her. His hands and one knee taking the weight of his entire body as he continued kissing. Deeper and deeper, closer and closer they kissed. Finally he broke contact with their lips and he caressed her chin and neck with his lips. He held her close and was kissing the nape of her neck, feeling the reaction it was having on her.
Both knew what was coming next and Harry didn't need to hear those words again. Slow, gentle! He would always be slow and gentle for her. Never anything else.
She guided his lips back to her own and kissed him again, his lips tasting like desire and she knew she needed him again. This time it will be better she thought, and every time after that!
Her hands were on his back now, running down his spine and feeling the contours of all his muscles. She could feel his desire increasing, and she knew that already they had gone past that point where either could stop. She needed him, and he needed her. And she was more than happy with the knowledge that they were soon going to be together. She shivered as he kissed her neck again; she had no idea it was so sensitive.
He lowered his head and now watched her breasts again. He smiled at the sight and she returned his smile that she had that effect on him. She could FEEL the effect she was having on him. He went to kiss one breast but she had moved, and rolled so that now he was beneath her. He was supporting her entire weight but that wouldn't hurt him. He grinned at the sudden motion as well as the fact that she was now on his chest, and would control their movement from there. She had been the instigator for most of what had happened perhaps thirty minutes before.
Lying on his chest, she kissed him eagerly and then lifted herself slightly, looking down the whole front of his body. I like to look too! her smile told him silently. She could see he was very nearly hard; she wasn't expecting that she thought it would take longer. She also wasn't expecting - - the size! But nothing else mattered other than they were perfect for each other.
She kissed his chest and continued to kiss down to his navel, listening to him laugh as she did. She could feel he had already had enough of being beneath, and he shifted his weight as if to roll her around again. She countered but wasn't expecting to feel it was only a feint. As soon as she countered he moved the other way and she couldn't stop him from rolling her over completely.
He gave her a grin of satisfaction. He was on top again, and even though Hermione could feel his strength, he had used none of it against her. He had been gentle the entire time. He had been nothing other than gentle with her.
Still holding his weight off her body, he arched himself so that he could glance down her entire body, returning the compliment she had paid him. Before he had only seen her breasts, but now he took his time to look at all of her. She watched his eyes as they travelled the length of her body and she saw they were pleased; more than pleased. Then again his grin also told her that.
He kissed one breast and she could already feel herself falling. The nipple was hard at his first touch, and she could now feel that even though he was holding his weight from her, he was now completely hard himself.
He went back to kissing her breast, and then transferred attention to the other one. As if remembering something else his lips were good at kissing, he moved and kissed her lips, deeply. "Don't stop!" she gasped, urging him to continue exploring her body, and her legs were starting to move apart. He teased the nipple with his teeth and tongue until she began to squirm in expectation.
Hermione knew she was very wet and silently prayed he wouldn't tease her for much longer before he began to please her. Really please her. "My God!" she panted, as she had done several times earlier. He continued to kiss down her body until he met her belly button ring.
Teasing at the ring with his teeth she laughed, her hand reaching out and finding the very many well defined muscles of his abdomen. She traced every one with her fingers and felt him shift. He was ready now and she had been for a while. He raised himself slightly higher and kissed her lips again, and as he did Hermione ran one leg down his own, enjoying the contact it was making as well as ensuring he had more than enough room for what was coming next.
He broke the kiss, and his eyes were now inches from her own. His eyes were shining like stars, and were telling her he loved her. She was panting deeper now. He had brought her to the brink of ecstasy. He shifted again and lowered himself so that he could feel her very sensitive folds of skin. He was only just making contact but the pleasure he was giving her flowed through her in waves. He lowered slightly, only slightly and she wasn't sure if it was Harry being gentle or teasing.
She couldn't wait any more and arched, throwing herself upon him fully, her eyes opening wide and a gasp of animal sound upon her lips. Before she could repeat the motion Harry had taken the hint and done it for her, for them. He withdrew and quickly resumed his position, thrusting into her. She could feel every part of him within her and was already needing the next thrust. As he moved into her, she felt the base of him rubbing against her and she already couldn't bear it, but didn't want it to stop.
She spat out a word he didn't understand, but it sounded like `more' so he moved into her again and again until she came, and she felt the shudder down her entire body. Harry saw the effect he had had, and smiled. But he wasn't finished. He continued to move, gently but firmly, and as he did he felt himself closer and closer. He kissed her as he moved, they now both moved together. Her eyelids fluttered as the pleasure rippled throughout her body but she still needed more. Grabbing his shoulders harder, she silently urged him to continue.
He went on thrusting, and more than a minute later he felt his release again. As he came his back spasmed and she held on, feeling another orgasm come soon after the last one. They held each other for a long while the sensations of delight were transferred from one to the other and back.
Harry was now making animal noises as she had moments before. The perspiration from his brow falling upon her face as she held him close.
***
They lay together again, all the fingers of one hand entwined in each other. Harry felt exhaustion and sleep start to take him; it had been many minutes since either spoke and he could tell by the sounds of her breathing that she was already asleep. She fell asleep in his arms and this time he knew he would make sure she woke up in the same place. He looked at her and his eyes travelled down her breasts to settle upon her slim waist. His free hand reached out and he placed it against her stomach. He let it rest there, feeling her skin under his hand. Her stomach was flat, though one day he thought, one day if he was lucky there would be a small bump there. A small bump that got bigger and bigger. He knew he was only seventeen, but he also knew how young his parents had been when he was born.
"One day - - ," he said to himself, and then sleep took him.
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