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Disclaimer: I own nothing of the Harry Potter universe, and I make no claim to the lyric bits, either.

A/N: Alright, alright… I know it was very, very naughty of me to leave the last chapter where I did, so I redoubled my efforts to get this very, very short (only 4100 words) update out to you to make up for my blatant evilness! There's a MAJOR porn alert here, and this undoubtedly places this story well within the 'NC-17' rating, so if you aren't old enough, mature enough, or are offended by incredibly lewd and lascivious behavior, then read no further! You have been warned! To the rest of you, sit back, relax, read, review, but most of all, enjoy!

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Chapter 42: Lust in the Loft

I met a devil woman.
She took my heart away.
She said I had it comin' to me,
but I wanted it that way.
I say that any love is good love,
so I took what I could get,
but she looked at me with those big, brown eyes…

and you're thinkin' you ain't been around.

Excerpt from the song, 'You Ain't Seen Nothing Yet,' by the band, Bachman-Turner Overdrive.

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Hermione shakily stood from the sofa and unsteadily stepped towards Harry, who in turn, took another step backwards away from her. Both of them were very flushed and sweating profusely.

"Hermione!" growled Harry dangerously, "Keep away! I… I can't control it!"

Hermione glared at Harry and, completely ignoring his warning, took another step closer. She had to place a hand on the backrest of the sofa as her trembling legs didn't seem quite up to the task of supporting her. A feral grin appeared on her lips just before she breathily purred, "What's the matter, Harry? I thought you loved me?"

Harry had his eyes tightly shut as he yelled in near panic, "Damn it! I'm about to rape you! I can't control it!"

Hermione released the back of the sofa as she took yet another step closer while pulling the white nightdress up over her head, exposing her flushed, naked body. The nightdress hung from one of her fingers as she silkily said, "It's not rape if I'm willing, you idiot!" Hermione let the nightdress slip from her finger to pool on the floor as she added with another step closer, "Now get those pants off before I vanish them myself!"

Kotone's eyes widened as she realized what had happened to them, and what was obviously going to happen in rather short order. Her cheeks pinkened as she raced to the open front door saying, "Hungry… fish time." A moment later she had disappeared across the beach towards the water. Neither of the other two occupants of the room appeared to notice that she was ever in the room at all.

When Harry opened his eyes, he was met with the vision of Hermione, totally naked and strutting sexily towards him. He involuntarily shivered and felt his mouth immediately go dry. Her face and body were wet with perspiration, and with a flush that colored her skin from her forehead all the way to her shoulders and down past her breasts, which were swaying hypnotically with every step she took. The tightness in his pants became increasingly uncomfortable as even more blood forced its way into his already engorged penis.

As soon as Hermione came within his reach, a low, deep growl escaped his throat as he roughly grabbed her around the waist and pulled her body flush against his. Hermione let out a throaty moan as he felt the bulge of her pubic mound firmly rubbing against his own bulge. He could actually feel the heat from her loins through the material of his trousers as she moved against him.

Harry heard a strange ripping sound, and soon discovered that the source was Hermione's hands that were practically tearing at his shirt as she tried to remove it from him. A moment later, all that was left of his shirt was the neckband and a few dangling scraps of frayed cloth. He was vaguely aware of the lines of pain across his back caused by Hermione's fingernails in her zeal to get his shirt removed, but that awareness was short lived.

His head was swimming as the girl pressed against him hissed into his ear, "I said get those trousers off, mister!"

Harry felt her hands snaking in between them as she reached for his waistband. The loss of contact with the source of heat caused his hips to involuntarily thrust forward. This in turn trapped Hermione's hands between them, which made her grunt in frustration at her lack of success in getting his trousers unbuttoned.

When Harry backed away slightly, Hermione took that opportunity to give a mighty tug at his waistband. A second later, she was rewarded by the satisfying sound of a button bouncing onto the floor. A heartbeat after that, the button was joined by Harry's trousers and underwear, freeing his previously trapped appendage.

Free of his clothing, Harry crashed back into Hermione. Their lips met hungrily as their hands began exploring every inch of the other's flesh that they could reach. Hermione had her left leg hiked up onto his hip as she ground her pelvis eagerly against his swollen member, and he was reflexively thrusting his hips forward against her. The heat coming from each of them was almost painful.

Suddenly, Harry broke the kiss and threw his head back. Hermione could see the glazed, unfocused look in his eyes as his face took on a pained expression. His whole body was shaking, and she wondered what was happening to him until she felt the hot spray of sperm from his dick twitching against her belly. She had to hold him up to keep his legs from falling out from under him, but she still didn't stop thrusting her own burning crotch against him. They could feel the slimy semen seeping down between their joined bellies and running down to their thighs. A minute passed before Harry's head lolled forward and he looked into her darkened, smoldering eyes that held a hint of surprise as she realized that he was still hard.

An animalistic grin appeared on Hermione's face as she said between heaving breaths, "Bed… now… my turn…"

Still locked in their embrace and kissing madly, they awkwardly made their way to the stairs that led to the loft and the large bed within. They stumbled over each other's legs a few times, but made it up to the loft faster than either of them had expected.

Hermione felt the edge of the bed against the back of her knees and fell heavily back onto the mattress, bringing Harry right along with her. They barely registered the cloud of dust that was ejected from the top bedcover upon their landing.

Not pausing for a moment, Hermione reached down and grabbed Harry's slick member that throbbed appreciatively in her hand. She silently marveled at its firm softness as she gave it a few gentle strokes. She barely had the breath to whisper to him as she positioned her legs, "Gently, Harry… first time…"

She guided the tip to her entrance and rubbed it a few times along her slit, although she didn't need to as they were both very well lubricated, him from his own semen and her from the copious amounts of juices that had been flowing from her since she emerged from her state after the bond was repaired. She could feel her own heat radiating from her entrance as she mentally prepared to sacrifice her virginity. She closed her eyes tightly and braced herself, then placed her hands on Harry's arse cheeks and put a light, encouraging pressure downwards.

As he felt the head of his penis push aside her folds and breach the entrance of her vagina, Harry wasn't entirely sure he could hold back, but once he heard Hermione draw a hissing breath and saw her eyes fly open in apparent alarm, he froze, only fighting the urge to pull back by the pressure that she was still putting on his arse, holding him in place.

A few moments later, he felt her hands pulling him towards her again, and he applied more pressure into her, sliding in a bit more. He then saw a determined look come over her face as she closed her eyes once again. He waited for the pressure of her hands to tell him when to continue, but was surprised when Hermione bucked her hips up forcefully, burying nearly his entire length into her in one quick thrust.

Hermione felt as though she had been punched in the gut and had the air knocked out of her lungs. It was like a sudden, severe cramp exploded in her abdomen. It took her quite a few moments to be able to once again draw a breath. She clung urgently to Harry's arse, holding him firmly inside of her and not allowing him to move. She could tell by the quaking of his muscles and the occasional, involuntary twitch of his hips that he desperately wanted to draw out of her, and probably right back into her again, but she needed time to adjust to the pain, and to the presence of the foreign mass that seemed to be stretching her to her limits. She concentrated hard, trying to get the muscles of her opening to relax around him but it was difficult due to the cramping sensation deep in her loins. She was torn between ridding herself of the physical pain and reveling in the incredible, aching lust that burned like fire through her veins. Gradually, she felt the pain subside a bit, and felt her muscles begin to relax round him.

Harry felt crushing pressure that was gripping his dick slowly abate, and then felt her hands ease up on his arse, letting him know that it was alright to move again. Every fibre of his being was urging him to begin pounding into her, and it took a Herculean effort on his part for him to keep from doing just that. He slowly arced his hips back, feeling the wondrous sensation of her slick, silky walls massaging his girth as he slid from within her. He was almost all the way out when she firmly grabbed his cheeks again and pulled him back into her with a slow constant pressure, causing a deep moan to escape each of them in some sort of erotic, two-part harmony.

Up until that point, Harry had been supporting his upper body by his outstretched arms on either side of her shoulders, but as he fully inserted himself inside of her again, she slid her hands from his hips, up his back to rest on his shoulders. The path of her hands across his skin left a burning trail of energized nerves in their wake. Hermione's dark brown eyes were smoldering with desire as she gripped his shoulders tightly and pulled the remainder of his body flush with hers. She brought her legs up behind his lower back and began hungrily kissing him for all she was worth.

This was all the encouragement that Harry needed, not that he could have suppressed his own lust for much longer. He adjusted his position slightly due to the new angle of her vagina, then began moving slowly and steadily, drawing out of her almost completely before easily sliding back in, all the while kissing her hungrily, devouring her lips and trailing kisses along her cheeks, jawline and down across her throat and neck. He smiled into her damp, sweaty hair, which he had to fight his way through to get to the moist, flushed skin on her neck, as he remembered wondering how they would 'line up' with each other while engaged in the activity they were now performing. He had his answer as he once again reclaimed her lips without having to crane his neck at all… they fit together comfortably… perfectly.

The pain that Hermione was experiencing was still undeniably there, but it was almost forgotten, lost amidst the other, much more pronounced sensations that were cascading all along every nerve of her body. The heat that was being generated between them was incredible, and she absently wondered if their skin was being burned… it certainly felt like it. The unfamiliar sensation of being filled to capacity and then emptied again repeatedly was playing havoc with the nerve endings all along her pelvic area as his sweat slicked body slid over hers. She could tell that there was a puddle of his previous ejaculate and their combined perspiration pooled in her navel, adding to the lubrication of their skin as his abdomen glided over hers with each thrust.

"Come on, Harry," she whispered to him between panting breaths, "It's okay… harder…"

Harry heard her words and tried to 'pick up the pace,' but more than a few conflicting feeling prevented him from fully abandoning himself in her, the foremost of which was his firm desire not to hurt her. The look on her face told him that she was still in pain, but she really did seem to be enjoying what they were doing. He would have liked nothing more than to just start quickly and deeply thrusting into her, but he felt that he was too close to another release. He wanted this to last… he wanted it to last forever… the feel of her slick skin against his, the raking of her fingernails on his back and shoulders, the heat and tightness of where their bodies were joined. It was both agonizing and wondrous at the same time… he couldn't let it end… not yet.

Harry stopped moving, and between gasps, he hissed out, "I'm close… so close…"

Hermione obviously had other plans because she said right back to him in a voice dripping with need, "You ain't seen nothin' yet!"

With a frustrated grunt, she surprised him by sliding her legs from behind his back and roughly pushing up his right shoulder. She forcefully jockeyed her body to the side, flipping him over onto his back while effortlessly righting herself on top of him, amazingly accomplishing the acrobatic feat without disengaging their joined sexes. Her left hand began caressing her right breast as her right hand slid down to where their bodies were connected. Her fingers snaked their way into the damp, matted mass of her pubic hair and began energetically rubbing the engorged nub hidden within.

Hermione threw her head back, flipping her dark, sweat-soaked tresses out of her face as she began grinding down on his penis. A long, guttural moan escaped her as she squirmed down, crushing her own pelvic bone against his. Harry watched in awe as she began arching her back while vigorously bouncing up and down, repeatedly impaling herself on his manhood, all the while panting and moaning.

The heady smell of their combined sweat and the musky scent of her womanhood met his nostrils, and the sight of the deep flush that coloured Hermione's heaving, bouncing breasts sent his already lust-addled brain into overdrive. His hands automatically reached out to the focus of his attention, feeling the weight of the firm, soft orbs as they heaved heavily in his grasp. Her darkened, extended nipples dragged between his fingers and along his rough palms with every bounce.

Harry felt the muscles beneath his balls throbbing and contracting, and the almost painful ache along the sensitive underside of his penis as her convulsing vaginal walls ravenously milked him. He could do nothing to stem the impending orgasm that was threatening to occur at any moment. All he could do was gaze into her angelic face, studying her expression that seemed to be a cross between agony and ecstasy. Others may not see the physical beauty inherent in the woman on top of him, but at that point in time, he couldn't imagine anyone being nearly as beautiful as his Hermione.

Hermione was floating… unaware of her surroundings… all of the pain forgotten… nothing existed but the euphoric sensation that had centered on her vagina and spread out to every part of her body… every nerve, every cell was on fire. She was vaguely aware of the sounds her throat was making, and the squishing, slapping sound that came every time her wet buttocks made forceful contact with Harry's thighs. When she felt Harry's hands rest upon her breasts, the resulting electric tingle shot from her nipples to the depths of her crotch as they dragged through his fingers and across his palms. The pressure that had been steadily building in and around her vagina seemed to explode, sending tingly bolts of lightning to every inch of her body.

Her eyes snapped open and locked with Harry's, causing her breath to hitch. She has seen that look in his eyes before… when they were in the bathroom, and she was bending over right in front of him. He looked as though he adored her… as if she were the most beautiful creature on the planet. That was all it took to send her careening over the edge.

Hermione's eyes rolled up under her heavy lids as she threw her head back. She raised herself once more before grinding down forcefully, impaling herself on his thick cock and arching her back so that her fingers pressed against her engorged clitoris and heightened the contact between their pubic bones. A deep, gurgling moan escaped her throat as her body seemed to become paralyzed. She could feel her vaginal walls vibrate as they clenched around the thick, throbbing hunk of meat buried deep within her, and she could feel the burning hot seed pulsing and spraying her insides as Harry frantically bucked and squirmed beneath her.

Several blissful moments later, she fell heavily forward, collapsing on top of Harry. They both were breathing hard as they clung desperately to each other. She could still feel the occasional spasm of her vagina around his slowly softening penis that was still buried within her. She purred contentedly as she closed her eyes and rested the side of her head against his chest, listening to his ragged breathing and pounding heartbeat as they gradually slowed to a near normal rate.

Through her euphoric state, Hermione heard Harry softly say, "I love you."

Maybe for the very first time, she believed it. She couldn't suppress the dreamy smile that appeared on her face as she replied, "I love you, too."

A minute later, she felt Harry's arms relax around her. She lifted her head and looked on his peacefully sleeping face. She remembered that Harry hadn't slept at all the night before, having kept the vigil over her as she recovered from her enhancement ritual. She carefully raised her body from him, wincing only slightly at the twinge of pain as his flaccid penis slid out of her with a muffled squelching sound.

Once she stood up, still wearing the stupid smile from Harry's last declaration, she took notice of their respective conditions. The both were covered in drying sweat, sperm, her own vaginal juices, and a surprising amount of blood. They both looked as if they had some white, doughy looking patches on different areas of their bodies, apparently from where their various fluids mixed with the copious amounts of dust that they had stirred up from the bedcover.

She felt unusually energized as she climbed down the stairs to retrieve her wand from her nightdress that was left abandoned on the floor. After securing her wand, she went back up to the loft and cast a series of cleaning charms over Harry, then settled him into a more comfortable position on the bed.

Rather than cleaning herself up magically, she opted for a nice relaxing bath. After retrieving her overnight bag and picking out some of the clothes that Harry had thoughtfully retrieved for her, she stepped into the bathroom and started the water in the large built-in tub.

An hour later, she stepped out from the tub and grabbed a pair of towels. She patted her body down, taking care to be extra-gentle around her recently deflowered bits. As she finished drying her body, she took the second dry towel and wrapped up her wet hair.

When she bent down and picked up the first towel from the floor, she was surprised to find a blood stain near the edge of it. She looked down to find a thin trickle of blood seeping down the inside of her thigh. She knew that she had just had her period the week before, so it had to be from the sexual activity she had just shared with Harry. She had read that bleeding commonly occurs the first several times a girl has intercourse, so she wasn't too concerned.

She opened a zippered side compartment in her bag and instinctively pulled out a tampon. She looked at it for a moment, but then reminded herself of the stinging sensation that was still evident in her crotch. She replaced the tampon in the bag and pulled out a small pad, affixed it to her knickers, and after a quick cleaning charm on herself, she pulled on the knickers and shifted the pad into place. She knew that the bleeding would soon stop, and made a mental note to check the pad from time to time.

She finished dressing and left the bathroom wearing a bright yellow sundress over a pair of faded denim cut-off shorts. She looked around the living room, and noticed for the first time that Kotone wasn't there. She quietly walked to the front door which was left open and saw the young half-witch happily playing in the surf. Hermione leaned against the doorjamb and watched Kotone's antics with a smile.

A pensive expression crossed her face as her thoughts focused on the recent happenings in all three of their lives. She thought about Ron and Luna, and how she had been jealous of the relationship that they shared with each other back in Grimmauld Place. It suddenly occurred to her that Ron was in the same predicament that they were in before Kotone re-discovered the old house.

Hermione strode purposefully to the fireplace while drawing her wand. After hastily conjuring a fire in the hearth, she looked up at the old pewter urn sitting on the mantle. She picked it up, removed the lid, and eyed the powder within, wondering if it was still good after all the years it had been sitting there. She grabbed a fistful, more than what was normally required just in case, and tossed it into the fire.

She got to her knees and spoke clearly into the roaring green flames, "Ronald Weasley, The Burrow."

After nearly five minutes, the green flames subsided and resumed its normal, yellow-red appearance. Either the powder was defective or there was nobody at the Burrow to answer the call.

Hermione looked back to the open doorway and could just hear the occasional laugh or squeal from Kotone as she played in the ocean. Her eyes wandered up to the loft where her Harry was sleeping peacefully. The smile that she couldn't quite shake up to that point fell from her face as the thought suddenly occurred to her that she still needed to get a present for Harry's birthday which was less than a day away.

As she sat kneeling before the fire, her mind was working. He probably wasn't expecting much from her, if anything at all, but she knew that she just had to get something for him… something special… and quickly.

She was worrying her bottom lip between her teeth as she stared distractedly around the sparsely furnished room when the notion suddenly struck her. It was perfect! …but could she get it in time?

She reached back into the pewter urn and withdrew another handful of powder. Tossing it into the fire, she leaned forward and said clearly, but softly, into the bright green flames, "Nymphadora Tonks."

After a few moments, Tonks' weary face appeared through the veil of flames and she tiredly said, "Wotcher, Hermione, you'd better make it quick, things are a bit chaotic around here, ya know…"

Of course, Hermione didn't know what was going on in both wizarding and muggle Britain, but Tonks said to make it quick, so she didn't waste time with small talk. She quickly explained what she needed, and asked if could get done in time for Harry's birthday the following day.

Tonks seemed to perk up when she heard about Hermione's idea for Harry's present. She seemed to think that there wouldn't be any resistance to the idea, and made some comment about how 'nobody would even notice with everything that's goin' on,' and promised to make sure she got the present in Hermioe's hands by noon the following day.

Hermione told Tonks the floo address to where they were, 'Lily's Love Lagoon,' which caused the perky auror to start braying in laughter. After a final goodbye, she closed the floo connection.

Feeling especially happy and very proud of herself for thinking of such a thoughtful gift, Hermione began humming merrily as she brandished her wand and began quietly cleaning the rest of the house. She paused for a moment as she thought with a bright smile, 'No, their house.'

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A/N: Fun fact #1: Kotone still has the present that she was going to give to Hermione as a gift to Harry, but Hermione either forgot or didn't think that the young girl had the chance to get it for her, so chances are that she'll have two presents for him! (I'm sure that you can guess what at least one of them is!)

Fun Fact #2: I had wrote another 1500 words at the end of this chapter, but soon realized that if it didn't end here, there would certainly be yet another cliffhanger, and I'm sure you all would collectively hunt me down and kill me if I did it twice in a row!