A/N
I can't continue without a heart-felt SORRRRRRYYYYY for being so slack. I hope to amend that and certainly hope you enjoy this chapter. The fault was all mine. A while back I sort of lost this story, lost the fun it gave me. But a good close friend helped me love it all over again. Thanks.
Re-reading through this chapter, I guess I can expect a storm of comment some good and bad. I'm happy to take the lot. Where I get something wrong let me know.
But as for the rest of the story, well it hasn't gone anywhere. It's still ready for me to roll out, as is the sequel (with help) and who knows what else.
Thank you to everyone for being so kind and patient with me. I'm not worthy (insert grovelling bow)
-Captain Slog
19
Harry allowed himself to sink into the fast running hot water. Hermione watched as he did everything he could to avoid looking at her body. They were teenagers, in love, both completely naked and sitting in the bath together."Nice touch with the bubbles," he told her. "Smells good too."
"I should be thanking you, she laughed. "The bubble bath was already here."
"I don't remember seeing any before," Harry said but Hermione let the matter drop.
"Lets start," Hermione said with a huge smile. Harry now had to look at her, and she inwardly laughed as she watched him fight to keep eye contact with her. "Why did you look so sad when I left, but very happy when I got back?"
Easy question. "Because you were back."
She shook her head. "No, there was something else too."
Harry now saw what she meant by her question.
"I was just getting so tired of being reminded of how much is on my shoulders," Harry answered and heard the silence ringing in his ears. It was just him and Hermione. "I'm the key to everything," He continued. "If I stuff up people die." Hermione frowned and was thinking how to respond when Harry spoke again. "I'm no Napoleon. This isn't a real army we're raising and I don't know if I can handle the responsibility."
"Harry you know that everyone is on your side because they want to be. Everyone is making their own decisions in all of this."
"Much what the Minister sort of said," Harry agreed. "He knows by the way what we have planned with the D.A."
Hermione looked at Harry. "It's no longer the D.A. It's the Order of the Snitch. Are you surprised no-one is going to stop us?"
"Stop us doing what? Training? Why would they. No-one in the Ministry has any real idea of what is best for any of us. In fact the Minister admitted that by the time he's had his meetings and such, two weeks will be over and we will be back at school anyway. That is if Voldermort hasn't struck first."
"Do you expect him to?"
Harry thought hard, as if he was somehow trying to use the tenuous link between himself and Voldermort in a futile effort to see the Dark Lord's plans.
"No idea."
They both fell silent again, but Harry felt quite comfortable. He relaxed and lay back against one end of the tub and Hermione smiled to see him relaxing. Suddenly Harry started laughing, causing Hermione to grin and wait until he had stopped and she turned the taps off; any more water in the bath and there would be a real chance it would overflow.
"What?" Hermione asked.
"Mione, you should have seen me at the Ministry," he said. "Kingsley was shuttling me about like I owned the place. I got the whole V.I.P. treatment."
Hermione grinned slightly before starting to take a more serious look.
"And I know how you hate that."
He nodded, she understood him SO well. "I just want to be Harry. Not the Boy Who Lived."
She moved toward him and stroked his cheek with almost motherly gentleness. "And for me that is who you are."
That of course just made Harry grin. "That's all I've ever wanted. Oh, and one other thing too."
Hermione couldn't think of anything Harry had even hinted he wanted to be other than left to be himself.
"What?" She asked.
"Yours!"
A beautiful smile was upon Hermione's face, and for an instant it looked as if it would be followed by a tear.
"And I'm yours," she said simply.
He grinned. "That's already what it feels like to me. Otherwise we wouldn't be in this bath together. So no more 'take it backs'?"
She shook her head.
"NEVER! I love you Harry. I have for a long time and was afraid to admit it."
He continued to grin. "I love you too." He moved to her and found her instantly. He kissed her for many minutes, and started to feel the effect this was having on him.
She reluctantly forced her lips to leave his own. She still had so many questions to ask but wasn't going to let him go. They sat together, in the middle of the large, deep bath, holding each other. Hermione's voice broke the silence.
"What was behind the question you asked the second we got here?"
"Huh?"
She smiled "About having a big family."
Harry laughed and blushed. "You saw the madhouse at the Burrow Mione. It just strikes me that we wouldn't want such a large family."
Hermione BEAMED. 'WE', he said 'WE' wouldn't want a large family. She wondered if Harry realised what he was saying. She looked at him. He knew.
"No argument Harry. I'm not planning on raising a Quidditch team. You're going to have to be satisfied with a seeker or maybe a keeper or two."
Harry grinned, and then stopped. "Um - are we talking about what I THINK we're talking about?"
"About kids and a family? I think so," Hermione said.
"Um - does that strike you as odd? I mean we're 17!"
"We are just talking about it, nothing more."
"That's not what we were doing this morning, was it? In this very bathroom. In the shower?"
"What about it?" Hermione asked seductively. She hadn't forgotten an instant of what Harry was talking about, but decided she was going to make Harry say what he meant without being a boy and simply hinting about it. Hermione's eyes were dancing.
"We did more than talk," Harry said, blushing.
Hermione giggled. He was SUCH a boy; but he was hers! "And?"
Harry blushed again and grinned, before deciding to give her some of her own back. "Though I DO remember...," Harry said slowly, his fingers drawing lazy circles upon a soft breast, causing Hermione to shiver at his touch. "...I do remember you, um - ," Harry laughed "Something about….
She grinned and kissed him, letting her tongue tease and play with his. "Do you need me to refresh YOUR memory about this morning as well?"
He used both hands to cup her breasts and smiled as he saw what that was doing to her. "I think I remember."
She smiled "So it would seem!"
They laughed together and Harry went to kiss her again before she pulled away. "Hold on Harry, I still have more questions for you."
He moved his lips to the soft part of her neck and started to kiss, feeling her melt within his arms.
"Can't they wait?"
"Uh uh!" Hermione shook her head and moaned beneath his lips. "Another second of that and I won't remember what I need to ask."
"That's the idea!"
She laughed and had to pull back away from his kisses and his hands, watching Harry's real look of disappointment as she did. She already knew she was gone big time and wanted nothing more than to enjoy every inch of his body. Later; plenty of time for that.
"Sam? Hedwig?" She asked
"Oh! Um well they are staying at the Burrow."
"Why!"
"Have to. I had to promise we wouldn't go back to your place for the next two weeks."
Hermione looked puzzled. The plan WAS to be that they would both go back there each day to take care of any mail her parents may have as well as to take care of Sam, Crookshanks and Hedwig. Both knew none of the pets would enjoy being cooped up in Grimmauld Place.
"Promise who?"
"Kingsley, the Minister."
Hermione looked disappointed. She had already planned some quiet time alone with Harry at her place if there was no privacy here. She was going to miss that.
"Why the Burrow?"
"Where else?" Harry asked. "Your place isn't safe. Let me start at the beginning."
Hermione moved back to her end of the tub and rested against it. Harry could just see the heart shaped locket she was wearing beneath the water and nothing else. Pity. But of course neither had forgotten that it was more than a locket. It was a Horcrux; a fractured piece of Voldemort's soul.
She looked at him and thought his expression odd. She waited for him to continue.
"For the entire time I was at your place we were watched; twice."
"Which is it?" Hermione asked. "The entire time or twice?"
Harry saw that he had confused her so tried again. "We were watched the whole time, by Voldie's people. And the Ministry's Aurors were watching them watching us."
Hermione looked puzzled. "Why didn't Voldie's people attack us then?" Harry hadn't realised it but Hermione deliberately used his own terminology when he mentioned the Dark Lord. When he was strong and confident he was Tom Riddle; when dark, depressed and unsure he called him Voldermort. Hermione shared that with him, just like she wanted to share everything else.
"They must have been sent to keep an eye on us, just that," Harry guessed. "The Minister had already ordered the Aurors to move in and get us out the second Voldermort attacked."
Hermione lay back and closed her eyes. This was confusing and she needed time to think. Harry simply waited patiently.
She opened her eyes, not really having come to any conclusion.
Harry watched her expression intently. "How does that make you feel?" He asked.
"Honestly? Not very good."
"I didn't think you would. Sorry Mione"
"It's not your fault Harry!" She started but Harry cut her off.
"Really? Death Eaters were watching your place because I was there. Neither of us knew but I brought danger to your home."
"Don't Harry!" She said sympathetically. "It wasn't your fault. NONE of all this was your fault. Besides, whose to say we wouldn't have all gotten away in time if they DID attack?. You may well have stopped them all yourself."
Harry had no answer to that and sat silent.
"Besides," Hermione continued. "What's done is done. They DIDN'T attack and we ARE safe."
"For the moment," Harry agreed. "Um Mione?"
She looked at him, and saw his embarrassment.
"The towels?"
She didn't understand. "What towels?"
He sighed. "We were being watched and you walked out of your bathroom naked?"
Hermione looked at him horrified, and went bright red. Almost in panic she plunged beneath the bubbles and held her breath for a long time before coming to the surface.
"Harry James POTTER!"
Harry smiled, he could see she wasn't really angry. But she WAS going to give him an earful.
"I'm sorry Mione. I'm SURE we're not about to see you making a surprise appearance in one of those Wicked Witch nude calendars."
"HARRY!!!!!"
Hermione took another big gulp of air and plunged beneath the water again. This time she remained under water even longer. AS Harry waited for her to come back he didn't so much as laugh or smirk.
"HARRY!!!!" She said again when she rose. "I tell you if anything like that happens...."
"If it makes you feel better I'll run through this place tomorrow naked in front of everyone."
"The hell you will. YOUR body is only for my eyes."
He let a small chuckle escape his lips. "Am I still in trouble?" He asked.
"I'll say you are. And how do you know about those calendars?"
"Um - -"
"HARRY!!!!"
"You've seen them?"
He couldn't and wouldn't lie to her, not now, not ever. He nodded.
"Where?"
"Ron's place. Don't blame him they're not ALL his. He had a few handed down from his brothers."
"BOYS!" Hermione yelled. "That would be right. Ronald Weasley!" She yelled again. She paused and watched Harry's face. "What did you think?"
"Of what?"
"The Wicked Witches?"
Harry knew what the expression 'between a rock and a hard place' meant. Right where he was.
"Um naked."
"So I see."
"You've seen them too?" Harry's attempt to lighten the moment with a joke was clearly a mistake.
"NO but I have to say I am very disappointed with you Harry."
"Hey - don't blame me. I was in Ron's room and first thing I knew is 'Harry, check these out!'"
She watched his face and believed him.
"And did you? Check them out?"
Harry smiled and blushed. "Just a little."
The look on his face reminded Hermione of a cute little puppy, and she finally laughed.
"And how do I compare?" She asked, moving slowly toward him. Harry's hands reached for her below the water but she stopped inches from his fingers. He was still in trouble.
"Mione, you look way better than any of them."
"Really?" Hermione never had a self esteem issue with her body, but she wasn't sure she would look as good as any of the women Harry was talking about. He just may save this situation yet.
"What will it take for me to convince you?"
"Wait till I see Ron. He is in SUCH big trouble! I should tell Luna about them."
"Good idea," Harry said. He wasn't sure what to say at this point but agreeing with anything and everything Hermione said seemed like a good start.
"In fact - - "
Hermione fell in deep thought and let a mischievous grin sweep across her face. "Maybe I should reveal confidences of my own."
Harry didn't know what she meant. "What confidences?"
"OH, Ron hasn't told you EVERYTHING has he?"
"Everything what?" She paused and giggled "Like about his loooooong showers at home?"
Harry was thinking what significance this had and the realisation suddenly dawned on him. "NO!"
Hermione nodded and smiled "Yes."
"How do you know?"
Hermione threw her head back and laughed. "Ginny caught him one time cleaning his wand."
"NOOOOO!!!!!!" Harry couldn't believe it and this made Hermione laugh even more.
"Poor Ron!"
"Serves himself right."
"What do you mean Mione. No wonder he keeps going on about no privacy." Harry started laughing. "I would have loved to see the look on his face when he was sprung."
Hermione laughed too. "Even redder than his hair. Ginny says he almost died of embarrassment."
"And Ginny?"
"Still laughs about it."
They laughed again until Harry spoke. "How do you know what it's called - 'cleaning your wand'?"
Hermione laughed "It has other names."
"I KNOW that," Harry said. "But how do you know about THAT term. I only thought Boys knew that one."
She grinned and showed him the motion with a hand "You mean this?" She laughed again. "This may surprise you Harry but that is not a boys only activity."
He looked stunned and his mouth opened slightly. Before he could say a word Hermione spoke first.
"Be VERY careful what you ask Harry. Unless you are SURE you want to know."
He started blushing again, and once more looked adorable. Hermione laughed.
"I suppose you want to know about me?" He asked. She smiled.
"PLENTY of time to find out all about that."They laughed together and this time she moved closer. Harry held her and nervously kissed her, looking to see if he was still in trouble.
"So, Rule number one - - "
"Hang on," Harry said. "This is MY house."
She smiled "Do you want to sleep by yourself on the couch downstairs?"
"No."
"Then Rule Number one. NO Naked Witch Calenders. EVER!"
"Agreed!"
She smiled. "Good. I'm sure you wouldn't be happy to know I have those sort of pictures of guys?"
"Do you?"
"Answer the question first?" Hermione said with a bossy voice.
"It's not really the same thing," Harry said. "The pictures in the calendars Ron has are naked. Completely. Hunks with no shirts don't really compare."
"Shows you how much YOU know Harry. There are a good deal of pictures EXACTLY the same but for witches to enjoy. No shirts OR pants, and VERY excited."
"And you know that how?"
"Well witches DO talk to each other you know," She answered and watched Harry laugh.
"Which witch?"
She winked. "One or more may well be staying here from tomorrow."
"Are you going to tell me?"
"She laughed. "Not unless it comes up."
Instinctively Harry looked down towards his lap. With all this talk about wands his own had indeed stiring, and had been that way for several minutes.
"Oh," Hermione said seductively. "Up?" She moved her hand and found him. "I think the answer to that is a yes. Mmmmmmm."
She started moving her hand, slowly uppppp and dowwwwwwn, and decided she was going to tease him. Serve him right.
"Harry?"
He had to concentrate. Her touch felt way too good. He didn't dare expect there would be more.
"What am I going to wear? If I can't go back home?"
He smiled. He had expected that question had done what he hoped would be the right thing.
"I brought as much of your stuff here. As well as all mine."
Hermione's hand continued to sloooowly travel the entire length of his member. He was very hard now and Hermione was watching him squirm.
"Who did?"
"Me, some people from the Minister's department - - "
Her hand stopped midway along Harry's member and started to squeeze. Hard! "TELL ME you didn't let some nameless bureaucrat rummage through my underthings?"
Her hand was squeezing his penis tightly and it was already hurting. There was no doubt about it but that Hermione had Harry's complete and total attention.
"No - I - - ."
"YOU played wi - - ."
"No - Um - I asked Tonks to - - ." And now Hermione's hand relaxed. "I asked Tonks if she wouldn't mind collecting your things for me."
Hermione smiled. "Smart move."
Her hand started to resume it's previous motion. Slowly, gently.
"Did I hurt you?" Hermione asked.
"Um - what happens if I say yes?"
She grinned. "I think I know what I can do to make it feel better," she said slowly watching his reaction. Harry's face exploded.
All this teasing and talk was turning her into one horny little witch. Bath or no bath she didn't need to feel to know how very wet she becoming.
He grinned, then laughed.
"What?" Hermione asked.
"Tonks knows about us."
"Knows how?" Hermione asked.
Harry paused. "Okay suspects then. She wanted to bring all your clothes straight in here. Said something about you sharing a room with me anyway."
Hermione laughed. "And you stopped her?"
He nodded. "I didn't want to."
"Then why did you?"
"I thought it better if it looked like you were sharing the room upstairs with Ginny."
Hermione paused. "If it LOOKED like I slept there. Tell me Harry - - "Her hand was still upon him, and she quickened it's pace. "Where do you WANT me to sleep?"
Harry paused. He knew he was a hair's breath away from saying the wrong thing and spoiling everything.
"Who said anything about sleeping?" He said softly and she laughed.
"Correct answer!" She moved closer and now sat upon his lap, facing him. Their eyes and lips only inches apart.
He looked at her beautiful brown eyes. "You DO know what that is doing to me right?"
She giggled and her hand started teasing his balls before finding his rock hard erection again. "Actually I have no idea." They both laughed and Hermione kissed his forehead.
"How do you feel?" She asked.
"You should know," He answered quickly. "You're the one doing all the feeling."
"Oh THIS you mean?" she asked, squeezing his dick slightly.
He nodded and she shuffled closer to him. Harry's hand found her tender breasts again and he let his fingers start to move about them.
"So we're even?"
"We'll see!"
Harry's eyes went to her swollen breasts and watched as well as felt her nipples harden.
"Should I be apologising for this?"
"God no!"
"Good," Harry grinned. "I like it." He smiled as he looked below the water to see her short trimmed honey brown pubic hair. "And I like looking at you," He said.
She smiled "And I like to look at you," she said tracing a finger on his chest.
"So where will you be this time tomorrow?" He asked. "When everyone is here."
"Wherever you are."
He liked that idea.
"Training?"
"If you like. Or sleeping, snogging, making love. Everything."
Harry grinned and he let one hand fall beneath the water, searching for her. Hermione was using both hands on his rock hard member now. "I like all of those," Harry said. "Especially the last one.
She moved even closer, their bodies touching now. She smiled. "The everything?"
"Yes."
His fingers fumbled for the briefest second before finding her opening and started to gently seek out her softest parts. "Is it alright that I like touching here?"
She laughed. Rhetorical question. "Sometimes you sound like a little kid." She moved even closer. Her hips pressed against his rock hard erection. Hermione couldn't wait much longer for it to be inside.
"God," Harry moaned. "If you move just an inch we WILL be doing it"
"Move to which side?"
Harry grinned and gently lifted her up, placing her hot opening to the very tip of his hard shaft.
"See?" He said, his eyes locked on her own.
Hermione returned the grin and allowed herself to start going down. Feeling him inside her. Again!
"OHHHHHHHHHH Mione! You feel so good."
She agreed with that sentiment but instead thought HE felt good within her. She moaned with pleasure as she reached the end of his shaft. Without another word she lifted herself up this time and reached for his lips, kissing him deeply as she started to control her descent upon him again. She put her hands on his shoulders and started moving her body up and down upon his. Slowly.
"I love you," he whispered.
"I love you too, so much."
He kissed her hungrily, letting his tongue find hers as he helped to lift her again and found he was already breathing heavy. She moved faster and faster, her forehead touching his as she moved as well.
"WOW!" Harry groaned. "I thought the shower was good!"
Hermione was enjoying the feeling on him within her too much to answer and she let her lips fall upon his shoulder, kissing him as well as delivering small bites.
Hermione's body moved up and down faster and faster now and as she was the one controlling the entire motion Harry as free to let one hand quickly find her soft pink button that he had found to be wonderfully sensitive. She moved up and down upon him faster, taking full control and as she did she felt the fire burn within when his hand found her. Damn his touch was good!
Faster and faster they moved. Their hips rocking together as Hermione rode his hard cock. Her bites upon his shoulder started getting harder and her nails had found the bare flesh on his back. As he ground his hips into her own she instinctively dug her nails into him, which made him move faster, harder.
"You're going to leave marks on my shoulder. Is that part of the plan?" Harry rasped.
"Maybe, you're all mine" she panted.
"I know. Go ahead and make all the marks you like. I love it."
She raised herself without his help now and practically DROPPED herself upon him hard.
"GOD!" She yelled and Harry smiled at her reaction.
He let his hands support her slightly and he lowered his mouth to take one breast in it. He teased and sucked and tasted her hard nipple as Hermione rose again and again and again. Harder, faster, higher she rose and fell upon him.
"Fuck!" Harry spat as his body felt the pleasure like fire.
"Sure!" Hermione managed to say before rising and falling on him harder. She was close.
Harry let out a yelp as he exploded within her and with a last plunge and thrust he felt the dam wall Hermione had been holding back collapse. He held her tight and Hermione felt wave after wave of pleasure flow through her. She could feel Harry's fluid continue to flow into her and she held him tight. She was still Cumming. Her head resting on his shoulder, eyes closed and she was breathing hard.
"God I love you," He panted. "So much it hurts"
"I love you too, you are my world."
"You know I will always do the best I can?"
Hermione nodded. "I know." She looked deep into his eyes
Harry spoke again, a half panted whisper, he was still inside her. "I'll try not to promise anything I cant deliver. "I cant promise I'll beat him."
"But I know you will," she panted back. The bath and the sex made her feel hot, sweat pouring from her brow. "I feel you will."
"How? Tell me how?"
She kissed him, but her kisses weren't an answer nor could they completely put the question out of his mind.
Twenty silent minutes holding each other led to the bath starting to get cold, and Harry stood; reaching for a towel for himself while also handing a much larger towel to Hermione; always the gentleman.
Harry held her to him quickly and gave her cheek a quick kiss. "Tired?" He asked.
"Not really."
He smiled. "You must be hungry then?"
"Depends what you have in mind?"
Such an unexpected answer sent a shiver down his back but before he could reply he turned his head towards the door that led back to his large bedroom. Something had caught his eye. Some motion or change of light. He wrapped the towel firmly around his waist and purposely placed his entire body between the door and Hermione, standing behind him. He took two steps but already could see what it was before he poked his head around the doorway into his room. Dozens of slender white candles were set on the dresser and the bedside tables. They weren't there before but most certainly were now; all casting a soft glow about the bedroom. The sun had already set but the candles dazzled. Harry couldn't take his eyes off them. He heard the quiet sounds of Hermione's bare feet on the tiles and could feel her breath as she stood directly behind him. He turned to see she was standing with the large towel wrapped around her.
"Harry!" Hermione cried. "This is so beautiful; romantic!"
Harry nodded. "I take it then you had nothing to do with this?"
She looked at him. "Not you?"
He shook his head. "Believe me I'd like to take the credit for it."
"Dobby? Winki?" Hermione asked and Harry gave that question thought.
"Not likely. They've never done that for me before. It's like whoever did it KNEW you and I would be here together."
She grinned and started to say something but saw something catching her own eye.
"Harry? Where did you say my clothes were?"
"Upstairs, first bedroom on the left second floor."
"ALL my clothes?"
"I guess why?"
Hermione had stepped past Harry and taken several steps toward the sturdy oak wardrobe that held all of Harry's hanging clothes. The door was ajar and she saw the thinnest strip of red fabric. But it was enough. She reached into the wardrobe and removed a very sheer sexy nightgown. It was silk and very low cut, a bright cherry red. Hermione giggled and held it out for Harry to see.
"Yours?" she asked seductively.
"Hardly."
"You've never seen this before have you Harry?"
"On my word of honour I have NEVER seen that Mione. I - - "
"I know," She laughed. "It's mine."
She peered inside the wardrobe quickly to see another three or four of her most revealing nightgowns also hanging.
"I was saving these to impress you later. And this." She held aloft a tiny scrap of a G-string and laughed as she saw Harry try to make it out. "This isn't yours either?" Her view alternated between the G-string and Harry's crotch.
"How the hell would I fit everything in?"
Hermione laughed and turned, looking at the candles again. Candles? Hermione's Nightgowns? "Who?" He asked.
"Nymphadora Tonks," Hermione answered. "I think there is a VERY good chance she knows about us. And knew we'd be staying here together."
"She's here? I thought she was staying at her flat?"
"I know. A last minute change of plans that even Remus didn't know about. Didn't you notice how she managed to make it just you and me here tonight? Alone?"
"That I noticed; I'd have been blind not to." Harry looked back to the nightgown and smiled as he imagined Hermione wearing it. "I was going to thank her later for that."
"Turn around," She told him.
He saw she was going to put the nightgown on and he couldn't wait to see her in it. Or out of it for that matter.
"Why?"
"I want to put this on for you."
He liked that idea. "But I've already - - ."
"Turn AROUND. I want you to get the full effect."
He grinned and slowly turned his back to her. Seconds later he felt her hands on his chest, standing behind him.
"NOW you can look," Hermione whispered, and Harry turned slowly.
As Harry saw her wearing the sexy thin red fabric, and noticed how very well she filled it out, he was helpless to stop his jaw hanging open.
She giggled. "You like?"
He couldn't speak, but simply nodded, before drawing her full red lips to his own and kissed her deeply. "God yes!"
She melted into his body and ran an index finger around his well defined abdominal muscles, before slowly releasing the towel that covered his waist. As it slipped to the floor she could see just how very well he liked the sight of her in her nightgown and matching G-string.
"Oh, hello," She said to his stirring member. "Back so soon?"
He nodded.
"I wasn't talking to you," She said and started to slowly touch it again. Naturally Harry's erection responded in kind.
She looked at Harry's eyes and winked, before giving him a very obviously faked yawn. "Well what do you know?" She started. "Looks like I AM tired after all."
Harry grinned. "Bed?"
She nodded and let out a surprised girly squeal as he quickly lifted her into his arms and carried her towards his, THEIR bed.
***
Hermione wasn't sure how long she would hold out. Harry was exploring both her full breasts with his lips and tongue and paused to enjoy the delightful moans she was making. The bed beneath her was soft as Harry moved upon her body, his hands working magic upon the softest parts of her sides.
She moaned again, louder in appreciation for his every delicate touch upon her body and she shifted her head to look down at him. Sensing this movement he smiled up at her, before he buried his face back in to her ample cleavage. Right now Harry knew only that the sounds she was making were good ones. He changed his motion, slowly working his way to her shoulders and neck. Placing many endearing kisses on the nape of her neck Hermione took the opportunity to move her own lips close to Harry's ear and softly caressed his earlobe with her tongue for a moment.
"You make me feel so good," she whispered between deep moans, her voice sounded like music. Harry nodded slowly as he looked into her eyes. Loving her wasn't enough. Loving everything about her wasn't enough. His soul belonged to her.
Hermione closed her eyes, wrapping her slender arms around his neck. This was all she wanted. His love, their bond. It meant everything to her; everything.
Continuing his barrage of burning kisses, Harry worked his way to the lower part of her neck and collarbone. 'GOD,' she thought! 'GOD he was good at that!'
Reaching leisurely for the waist-band of the boxer shorts she persuaded him to don, she now wondered why she bothered. But still she was going to enjoy getting him out of them, and wondered if he was going to remove the rest of her sexy nightgown first. He had already quickly freed her breasts and a few mores kisses like that and she wouldn't care. She felt him inhale sharply at the sultry advances of her hands towards him. She wanted to tease him and enjoy herself as she did.
As her fingertips found his hardened organ again, Harry shivered and smiled serenely, nodding in agreement as he enthusiastically took in the sight of his topless lover.
Once again assaulting her with burning kisses, he quickly worked his way down to her chest. As he cupped her right breast once more she arched her back and Harry grinned. Moaning was good, arched backs were even better! He loved the feel of his body upon hers. His mouth arrived at its destination, as his tongue gently circled around her hardening nipple. Hermione trembled in pleasure and buried her hands in Harry's perpetually messy hair, urging him wildly to continue.
"Don't stop!"
Harry had no intention whatsoever of stopping so he continued tenderly kissing her breasts as his hands reached around to where her thighs met. His wandering hands need to feel her so badly. While his lips continued to gently massage one of her breasts his hands made their way inside the sheer G-string. Hermione gasped sharply, moving her hips in accompaniment to Harry's sensual manipulation. Wet. So very wet.
She sighed contently when his kisses made a path down her neck, chest and stomach, and she stared at his handsome naked body. Young but well toned with well defined muscles. Harry was of course her first and she already knew, he would be her only.
She wasn't entirely sure how she knew, but she DID know Harry's size was bigger than average; big enough to make any nude centrefold proud. When he was inside her, as he had been for only a handful of times, she knew she wouldn't be able to accommodate much more. She grinned inwardly, anxiously waiting for that to happen again. Soon.
Harry slowly made playful little circles around her belly button with his tongue and kissed her repeatedly around her stomach. Harry didn't know entirely what he was doing, but let his kisses and touches be guided by the depth and volume of her moans. He caught her by surprise, however, when he moved aside her G-string with a single rigid digit and buried his head deeply in between her legs. She gasped loudly, the slow, deliberate motions of his tongue sending shockwaves throughout her body. This was new!
Her surprised sounds of pleasure only served to make Harry even harder. He felt her entire body quiver with delight as his tongue ran along and inside her hot, wet, centre. This was something Harry instantly decided he wanted to be VERY good at.
This was the first time Harry had tasted her, the first time he explored her with his tongue, and it was thrilling. It felt so different yet at the same time so similar to having his shaft inside of her.
Quickening his pace, he darted in and out of her quickly as he made the back of his tongue gently stroke her clitoris. Again this was new. Maybe it was magic, maybe carnal desire, but whatever it was, Harry certainly didn't miss the mark. Over and over and over. With each inward thrust Hermione felt her passion for him reaching boiling point.
She wanted him, badly. At the same time, she didn't want him to bring an end to the licking and kissing. It was dizzying. She didn't want him to stop but yet she wanted him to halt whatever enchantment his tongue was working and take her that very moment.
"Stop," she uttered breathlessly, burying her hands into his thick locks of hair. Unsure, Harry halted his motions slowly, still keeping his face deep between her shapely legs. His hot breath came unmercifully upon Hermione's sex, and she quickly decided that she wanted more.
"OHHHH, Don't stop!"
Now Harry KNEW he was pleasing her more than he had before. He continued his barrage of tongue powered foreplay, much to Hermione's exquisite pleasure. She panted heavily, with light wispy moans escaping her mouth; an earth shattering climax seconds away.
Moaning loudly, she bucked her hips madly and pushed Harry's head closer to her until the waves of pleasure left her body. After relaxation consumed her, Harry gently rested his head on her leg. She smiled down upon him, thinking how very different he looked without his glasses.
"That wasn't fair," she panted.
"Why?"
"I want you to feel good too."
"Believe me, I loved that," Harry whispered but her hungry eyes told him she wasn't done yet.
Hermione lay down beside him, kissing him sweetly on his neck and shoulder. "You are too good at that," She said. Harry chuckled.
"Beginner's luck," and now Hermione was beaming.
"Natural talent maybe," She suggested instead. Harry laughed now until Hermione put one of her legs over his in an effort to get closer to him. She whispered softly into his ear. "But it's wasn't quite enough for me. I want you inside."
Harry nodded and crawled lovingly on top of her. He carefully led himself into her and felt as well as heard Hermione cry out loudly in pleasure.
The familiar feeling of fullness came as an exquisite sensation to her as Harry once again felt the wetness and tightness of being inside her. Very tight and very, VERY wet! After a moment of getting accustomed to the feeling, he slowly started going in and out, both for himself and Hermione's ecstatic pleasure.
"I love you," he rasped fervently, quickening the pace of his skilful thrusts.
"Love you," She replied immediately, lost in pleasure from the boy on top of her.
Their passion was escalating to alarmingly erotic proportions. Raw passion now it was happening, with fervour. She wrapped her arms tightly around him as she spread her legs wider, wanting more of him inside of her.
Harry continued his quick and steady pace as his hands feverishly wandered over her breasts once more. She tightened her hold on him more, her fingernails gently clawing their familiar patterns into his back and shoulders.
Already Harry couldn't contain himself too much longer; she felt TOO good upon his hardened member. He loved the way she looked while she was under him, how her breasts shook beautifully with every thrust. His pace had increased dramatically. She knew what was coming next, again. "Oh," she whimpered, "Oh - so close!"
This time Hermione screamed as her orgasm took control once more. Harry, so close himself, continued to thrust quickly as her climax shot pleasure throughout her entire body. He held her tightly, cumming deep inside of her.
All his strength spent, Harry gently and tiredly collapsed on his love, breathing heavily. A panting Hermione held him close to her, giving him a thoughtful and lingering kiss on his sweaty forehead.
"GOD you are good," She proclaimed quietly.
Harry smiled tiredly and put his head on her shoulder. He was spent; exhausted. He gently rolled off her; everything Harry did seemed to be gentle; and she held him tightly within her grasp.
Hermione repeated the question he asked her many minutes earlier. "Tired?"
Harry panted, his eyes closed and his forehead drenched with sweat. "Uh huh," He replied with no energy.
Hermione smiled at him and let him fall asleep briefly in her arms, enjoying the closeness she shared with him while he fell still. He stirred in her arms shortly thereafter, his eyes opening to greet hers staring back at him. She smiled slightly, giving him a quick kiss on the lips.
"How do you feel?"
It took a while for him to find the strength to answer. "Happy. Thank you."
She smiled again. "You're welcome."
Sleep took him as the candles about them continued to dance wildly, and would for the entire night for the charms placed upon them ensure they would not burn out. She smiled as she watched his sleeping form, and beautiful naked body. Exhausted herself she fell asleep next to him soon after.
***
She woke hours later, before dawn. Harry was already awake, his eyes hungrily devouring her naked body. Their own body heat made blankets and sheets unnecessary.
"Honey?"
She grinned. She already loved it when he called her 'Mione', but this new name was one she loved more.
"Yes?"
He spoke softly, slowly. "What happens to you if I don't make it?"
"I told you already"
There had been too much pleasure between them both for his memory to give him the answer. "Remind me."
She locked her wide brown eyes upon his loving eyes of green. "If you don't make it then I don't want to live."
The certainty with which she answered him scared him, causing him to sit up sharply. "Mione!"
"Don't, I won't change my mind!"
Harry covered his eyes, as if to hide from the truth she had given him. His yell broke the silence. "GOD!"
She frowned and watched his expression.
"So," Harry said after a time. "Like Romeo and Juliet right? "Is that what this is?"
She was about to speak before Harry anticipated her question.
"DONT look at me like that. Because I know about them. Aunt Petuna loved that story. She was a sucker for Romeo and Juliet. Dumb I know but I know it inside out."
While this was a surprise for Hermione, she knew it shouldn't be. Still young but Harry showed how very much he knew about love.
"They die in the end, right?" He asked her, unsure.
"They die," She answered. "Harry I love you and I really can't imagine my life without you. If you die I don't want to live without you."
He had asked, she had answered, and he knew any attempts to talk her out of this decision were futile.
"Why did they die again? In the play? I'm sure it had nothing to do with a Dark Lord."
She gave him a pretty smile as she thought that for someone who knew Romeo and Juliet inside out, Harry had forgotten some basic plot points.
"No but their parents didn't want them to be together. Blood feuds, family wars."
"Well I don't have a family and yours are happy for us to be together," Harry said. "Why didn't they just run away."
"That was supposed to have been the plan. She took a potion that put her in sleep, but it LOOKED like she was dead. Romeo got back and thought she really was dead, so he drunk poison and died. Juliet woke only minutes later, saw him dead and stabbed herself with his dagger."
Harry thought. "Do you think we're like them?"
She ran a tender finger upon his cheek. "In a way yes."
Harry grimaced before locking eyes with her again. "Do you know how much pressure it puts on me to know if I fall you fall?"
She shrugged. "Don't think like that." Her voice was soft, but firm and she cupped his cheek now with her palm.
Harry turned his head as if concentrating on one of the candles. "You asked me why I looked happier after I went off with Kinsgley."
Hermione nodded. She had noticed in an instant the change in him. That morning, and especially sitting at the kitchen table at Ron's home Harry looked lost, withdrawn, as if he knew he couldn't win.
"I just stopped thinking."
"How does that work?" She asked, turning toward him.
"I was so confused. When the Minister told me we were watched, and how the Death Eaters watching us were themselves being watched by the Ministry I couldn't concentrate anymore. I just stopped thinking."
She smiled, thinking that sounded promising. "So stop thinking."
He nodded, having come to much the same conclusion himself. Out of nowhere came a laugh. Her eyes shone to see him laughing. "It WAS funny how it just happened to be arranged for you and me to be here together tonight. Alone."
She grinned: "Nobody is happier about that than me."
"Do you expect they know we - - ?"
The same question had come to Hermione earlier. "Some of them might suspect something."
Harry laughed again. "TONKS!" and Hermione laughed with him. He looked at her and held her close, kissing her forehead delicately. "I suppose Molly knows you would have talked to your mum about all this."
"She's a Mum. I know she's had the same kinds of talks with Ginny.
Something suddenly occurred to him, something he hadn't thought of before. "You don't think I'm with you like this JUST because your parents are away?"
She kissed his lips. That was her answer. "No," she said with a smile. "It happened because it was meant to happen. Besides, it could have happened in my house. In fact it damn near did."
"Really?" He asked and watched her delicious grin.
"Oh yes. I came SO close to jumping your bones more than a few times. GOD I wanted to."
Harry grinned, wishing he had known that at the time. Not that it mattered in the end though.
Harry started gently stroking her hair and felt he could already recognise it by feel alone, even with his eyes closed. "Your mum mentioned a certain spell to me. I take it you would have told her in the first place."
"Which spell?"
"Contraception."
Hermione nodded and smiled. "Yeah. There's Magic and Muggle means to that question. Mum told me the Muggle and when we learnt about the evening spell in sex education I naturally told mum all about that."
"Evening spell?"
She laughed. "Named for the evening star, or to be precise, the plant Venus."
He wasn't following so she explained.
"You knew that Venus used to be called the Evening Star?"
He shook his head.
"Well it did. And that spell has to be taken the same time each day to be effective. Traditionally the evening star was used as a reminder to cast the spell, so it became known as the evening spell."
"So it lasts 24 hours?"
She nodded. "Very near."
"Is it - - ?"
"What?"
"A hundred percent effective?"
For a boy she was asking very adult questions. "Tell me something that IS a hundred percent effective?" She answered.
"Um - - - - -." Harry was deep in thought.
"What?"
"The bath? afterwards? I don't remember seeing your wand on you."
"Nope."
He looked at her. "Is there a chance - -," he turned his attention to her flat stomach "That we may have already started something?"
The choice of the word 'we' was a deliberate one. Hermione watched his expression.
"Caught up in the moment you mean?" She asked with such seriousness.
He nodded.
"You felt so good, it was hard to concentrate."
He looked at her. "You know if it happens, I'll stand by you. Nothing could make me regret a single second with you."
She looked at him and knew his words were real. He wasn't simply saying what he thought she would want to hear.
"I know Harry. As it happens I cast the spell earlier."
He looked at her. "Neither of us planned this, being together, like this."
"I know."
"But it feel so right, us, together."
He yawned again; smiled and held her tighter as he lay next to her.
Hermione smiled as she started stroking Harry's hair, also feeling the effects of all that physical activity.
Utterly spent, physically exhausted Harry closed his eyes and let sleep start to take him once more.
"Mione?" He asked softly. She smiled as watched his breath slow.
"Yes?"
"You were afraid to admit that you loved me?"
She paused and answered him in whisper. "I was afraid you had too much to worry about with Voldermort. I wanted to tell you."
Seconds from sleep Harry nodded. "I know. But you've always been with me Mione, from the very beginning."
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