Come with me!

Disclaimer: All persons in this story belong not to me but to J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. I make no money with this story and don’t want it not at all.

Authornote: First I would like to thank one of my amazing betareader Hermione Granger. You did a great job. Now to this little story I do already working on the second chapter so you won’t wait that long. I did promise to write “Too much love” a 2. chapter, too and I hold my promise. You have to know its for me a lot more difficult to find a story which I can write in English and a story which I can let go on. But I hope you like this one and I get something about 8 or even 9.

Come with me!

Chapter 1: Late at night

It was a black darkness. He couldn’t see much only some shadows. But he would find his way. How he could always find his way. He wasn't to be seen in this dormitory at all cost, this was the reason he couldn’t use his wand. The light would show where he was even if he had his invisibility cloak around himself. Slowly he went to the bed at the end of the room. She should be here now. He knew that she was there because the light of the moon shone through the windows.

His footsteps weren’t heard. Nothing was to hear, only breathing from the girls that were in their peaceful slumbers. He didn’t like to be here. He stood now on the side of her bed. He could see her face and how peaceful she looked. Knowing that this girl loved him was amazing. He knew that he was really blessed. With his right hand he took the cloak off his head. This was much better. His body was still remained invisible. Only his head could be seen. Carefully he leaned down. He was now nearly at her ear.

Lightly he blew into it. She moved her head away from him. Once more he blew into it. He knew that she was nearly awake but still sleepy. Now he touched her skin there with his lips. First she didn’t move only breath faster. But as he started to lick the sweet skin, her eyes flew open.

“Hermione wake up!” he whispered into her ear. With her hands she touched his face.

“What are you doing here?!” she demanded in a whisper.

“Come with me!” was his answer. She looked into his eyes.

“Harry, I don’t like it when you wear that cloak like that. I can’t see your body!” He smiled by these words. Carefully she stood up. He took her hand in his and led the way. Without any sound they left the girls' dormitory. After Hermione closed the door she turned to him.

“Where are we going?!” she asked him.

“I won’t tell you. It’s a surprise!” He told her.

“You know I hate surprises!” She groaned. Harry laughed he knew that she would love this surprise.

“Come on!” After they left the common room he waited a moment. He wound his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him so that her back was against his chest. Then he took the cloak and pulled it over both of them. “We have to be care! We don’t want be seen.” He was teasing her with this. She had never forgotten how close they were to being caught, the first time that they had done this, when they first said they loved each other. Lightly she hit him on his arm.

“Don’t remind me! I hope you have the Marauders map with you!”

“Do I look like I’m that stupid? Off course I have it with me.” There would be no chance in the world he wanted be caught by Snape. It was horrible how they had to run. Of course it wasn’t that smart for him to go into a classroom at night. Hermione warned him but he didn’t hear her protests.

It was really luck that Snape hadn’t caught them. Though the way he looked at them since they started these trips, maybe he heard something what he shouldn’t have heard. Never before Harry had seen how red Hermione could get in the face. It was now more difficult as they had grown taller. The cloak hadn’t grown with them. They had to squish really close. Slowly they went down corridors. Harry knew that Hermione didn’t know where they were going. As he heard something he stopped abruptly. He took out the map. It was already open so he didn’t need to speak a spell.

“Damn!” he cursed under his breath.

“What!?” Hermione looked sternly at him. She couldn’t turn complete to face him because the cloak would drop if she did. Before he could response the noise came nearer to them, it came to them to be exact. Harry grasped Hermione around the waist and pulled her against him. Quickly, he leaned against the wall. He couldn’t be more right. Peeves flew through the corridor and behind him was Mr. Filch. Harry’s breathing was quick now. Why did Hermione have to smell that good?

Now he tried to breath through his mouth. He wouldn’t smell her anymore. “Stop it!” she whispered slowly. He didn’t understand. She turned her face to him and looked into his eyes. With his lips he formed, the word 'why'. She leaned to his ear. “Stop breathing!” she told him. Her breath tickled in his ear. Slowly he raised a brow and looked at her.

“What?” He was surprised. Once again she leaned to his ear. She took a long deep breath before she begun to speak.

“You're breathing against my neck. You know that make me crazy!” He understood it now because he could feel her breath on his skin. If he only could touch her right now. It would be better than to stand here and only to feel her breath flow gracefully over his skin. He didn’t care anymore his hands were already on her waist. It wouldn’t change much if he let his hands glide under her PJ-top. As he touched her skin lightly she stopped to breath against him.

“Harry, we could be caught!” she whispered sharply.

“I know!” with this he leaned down to her lips and begun to sucks them lightly. His warm tongue ran over her lips. She didn’t open her mouth. Only as he begun to stroking her stomach with his thumbs she parted her lips. In the meantime Mr. Filch was away and the path was free again. He didn’t need to slide his tongue into her mouth, because Hermione was faster. She touched his waiting tongue and begun the battle. He tried to end this kiss but she didn’t let him. She held his face to her and begun to run her fingers through his hair He pulled her away from him. He would love to kiss her now and do much more but his mind reminded him all the time that Snape had ran after them without knowing that it was them.

“You have to stop this!” He said as she tried again to kiss him.

“I didn’t do anything!” she said slowly before he took her hand from his face.

“I wanted to show you something!” His smile grew as she looked disappointment. “All right!” She answered him but he could see that she wanted something else.

Author note: I would like to thank my betareader Hermione Granger. If there are still grammar errors please tell me. Now have some fun with this chapter.

Chapter 2: Unfair

Together they went the corridor down. It wasn’t long as they stood at the shrieking shack. They passed through passage without any problems. Harry knew that Hermione's smile was growing. His surprise wasn’t a real surprise anymore. Though she didn’t know how it looked now. Days and days, Harry had worked endlessly on the room. It was now perfect.

“It's to dark, Harry!”

“I know!” He pulled the cloak down and off them in one swift movement. They didn’t need it anymore.

“Why didn't we come up with this idea before?” She said with an amused voice as she turned to him.

He shrugged his shoulders. “You’re the smart one, not me.” Harry answered as he put one arm around her waist.

“Smart, heh?! If I’m with you I’m not smart anymore!”

He raised a brow. “Is it that bad if I’m with you?!”

“You haven’t a clue how bad!”

He could feel her hands stroking his back. With his other hand he took out his wand and muttered a spell underneath his breath. From one second to another the room went from pitch black to a low lighted bedroom. Hermione stopped to take a breath. She was more than surprised by this. Slowly she took a breath. As she looked to him, he could see tears shining in her eyes. The first tear ran down her cheek.

“There's no reason to cry, Hermione!” he said to her.

She shook her head. “Off course there is a reason.”

“You like it?!” with his thumb he wiped her tears away.

“Like it? I love it, Harry!” It was amazing that she could cry and smile at same time.

In the room were many candles which their flames made the pair's skin look a light orange. In the middle was a bed with sapphire blue satin sheets.

“I think I did a good job then?” She agreed with a nod. “You know I would do everything for you.”

She quickly stopped him with a kiss that she couldn't hold back. It was passionate and full of love. Now he knew that he had done a great job. His other arm went around her and pulled her closer. With his tongue he battled hers. Her hands were now under his sweatshirt. Suddenly she broke the kiss and saw into his eyes.

“Its unfair!” she said with a teasing undertone.

“What?!” He didn’t understand.

“Well you’re fully clothed and look at me!! I only have my PJ's on!” He leaned closer to her.

“We could change that...” She stroked his back with her hands.

“Who said we? I'll change it!” she said to him as she grasped his sweatshirt and pulled it up till to his chest.

“It would help if you put your arms up!” she advised with a mischievously smile on her lips.

Slowly Harry lifted his arms into the air. Hermione pulled his shirt over his head and let it fall on the floor.

“Much better!” She said as she let her hands travelling over his chest.

His breath went shallower and ragged by each of her gentle caresses.

“You like it?” Her eyes locked with his.

“What do you think?” He answered slowly.

His right hand cupped her cheek, and with hunger he close the space and kissed her. She closed her eyes as his tongue slid into her mouth. How long ago was it since he had kissed her? Too long. With his tongue he caressed and started to explore her mouth. The beats of her heart came faster as his hands were once more under her PJs. A loud moan escaped her throat with his touch. He smiled as he broke this kiss.

“How do you like it?” Harry asked with an innocent impression as he touched her right breast through her PJ’s.

“Don’t play with me!” she said with an untypical aroused voice.

“Do I play with you? You really think so?” again his fingertips ran slowly over her breast.

“You always play games. How about today in Potion? Your hands weren’t where they belonged.”

“They were right there were they should stay .” His smile grew as she closed her eyes and took some deep breaths.

“You can’t do that in front of Snape! He's already suspicious. What do you think would happen if he comes around and see your hand on my thighs?!” Harry leans again her ear.

“On your thighs? I thought they where in other place.” Suddenly he felt her hands on his chest and not only resting there they where make circles over his skin.

Light and featherweight was her touch but it made him very quiet. “You always do that in Snape classes. Does it turn you that much on?” She whispered in a low voice into his ear.

“No, it's just scary that no one watches what I do.” He answered with difficult. Hermione's hands were replaced by her mouth.

She placed sweet little kisses on his chest. This simple gesture made his heart beat faster. Almost painfully faster.

“This could be interesting.” She murmured against his skin. Her hot breath graced over him. All he wanted now was to touch her, to feel her. But she didn’t let him, not now. How did she do that? How did she make him so powerless with a simple touch or caress? It didn’t matter. Now they were together. It took so much time to find the perfect place. Nobody would interrupt them.

A loud creak was heard. Hermione stopped and looked to Harry up. Her eyes were wide in shock.

“I thought we are alone!” she whispered so low that he didn't catch her every word.

“I thought that, too.” He responded in shock. The creaking and footsteps came closer.

“What do we do now!? What if...what if its Snape? He started being suspicious around us for weeks already.” She whispered louder.

'Please don't let this happen,' Harry pleaded in his mind.

This was so unfair.

Author note: That’s chapter three. Now I wanna thank my beatreader Hermione Granger again. Off course I thank you for your reviews they really keep me going. I hope this chapter is likely or nice how you like.

3. Under the cloak

He was truly petrified by this creaking noise of wood. This couldn’t be real all his work on this room would be for nothing. A special night this was to be, and now they were in trouble. They weren’t supposed to be out of bed, let alone out of the castle. The Shrieking Shack was rumoured to be haunted with violent ghosts and no one was to be here.

“Harry, Harry do you hear me? Move, come on we can’t stay around like this.” Hermione whispered shrilly.

She pulled on his arm forward to the bed. “What are you doing? The door is that way!” Harry was confused ,but he followed her.

Steps grew louder and Harry's fear was growing, too. If they were caught here, that was the worst thing that could happen. With shaking legs he followed her to the bed. To his surprise she laid herself on the bed.

“Damn, Hermione. This isn’t the best time.” He groaned.

“Don’t be daft and hurry up.” She said with a frown.

She made room for him and he slid awkwardly to her side. “And now? What do we do? Give this guy a nice show?!” Harry asked angrily.

But she wasn’t listening to him, she was searching in his jeans. Her hands went slowly over his hips.

“Hermione..!” he hissed. In the background the footsteps stopped for a moment

“Where is your wand?!” she asked with a amused look.

Harry reached into his back pocket and pulled it out. She pointed at the cloak and Harry's shirt.

“Why you didn’t just told me? Accio invisible cloak and sweatshirt. “ with a raised brow he watched as Hermione caught the cloak just before it was in Harry's reach. He muttered a second spell and all candles went out. It was now pitch black again.

A slightly breeze told Harry that Hermione had thrown the cloak over them and the bed. He was sure that the cloak covered the bed completely. Because it wasn’t that bright.

Hermione's hair was splayed across his bare chest and her breath was tickling his skin. If it wasn't for the stupid bloke outside the door, than he would have been doing things to her that he'd waited days to do.

They had tried making out in the common room. They had been kissing passionately and his hand was nearly on her breast when someone interrupted them. It was as if someone cursed them. He could see it in Hermione's eyes everytime they kissed that she wanted him again. But since the first time they had made love to each other, they'd never had a second chance it was like they could only use they bathroom together. But this was beyond possible, the old founders of Hogwarts had been as smart as they both thought.

Every week they'd tried to look for a place themselves, and Harry thought that the time was right ,they would be disturbed by Filch or Snape, or worst another student.

He sighed loudly, that cost him a light hit on his chest. “Shut up! I think I hear someone opening the door.” He heard her hushing voice only barely.

But the vibration of her voice was travelling over his skin. She tortured him with this though she wasn’t aware of what she was doing. In the meantime a loud squeak from the wooden door told them there was really someone in the room.

“Lumos!” spoke a bored voice.

“I know that voice!” whispered Harry

“Ssh!” Hermione snapped.

It was quiet for a few minutes. Nothing was heard beside breathing, very low breathing.

“This is the shrieking shack?! I don’t understand why the seventh years are all so scared. Even Weasel would sleep here. Show us how brave you are? What the hell do they think? I´m not a bloody Gryffindor. Who cares?!” the voice trailed off and they could hear again footsteps.

“Harry, that’s Malfoy..!” Harry´s hand shot over her mouth because this footsteps were now really close.

Hermiones hot breath flowed over his hand. Harry gulped slightly. He wanted so badly touch her, taste her.

“This is mush easier than the forbidden Forrest.” Malfoy's voice was now so clear it was as if he stood exactly in front of the bed.

The light of Malfoy's wand was shinning through the cloak. Harry looked down to Hermione who had her arms tightly wrapped around his chest. She looked right into his eyes. What should they do now?

Suddenly they heard a loud creak only seconds later a door slammed shut.

“Who is there?” yelled Malfoy in a terrified voice, his footsteps faded away again.

Harry was long lost in Hermione's eyes though he saw her only barely. With his other hand he pushed her hair out of her face behind her ear.

“What are you doing?” she whispered muffled through his hand. The second time, the creaking grew louder and it sounded as if the person or thing was getting closer to the room.

“Damn who is that?!” Malfoy sounded almost like a crying baby.

Harry ignored Malfoy and the noise. Slowly he slid down to Hermione.

“What's that noise? Its as if the whole Slytherin house…” Hermione whispered till Harry laid his finger on her lips. He had at least taken away his hand from her mouth.

A new sound joined the creaking ,this one was as if someone had dropped a heavy chain on the floor. Malfoy shrieked at that. In the meantime Harry was only inches away from Hermione's lips. He could nearly taste her, but then someone started to cry loudly.

After that he could hear a fresh new pair of footsteps coming closer. “This isn’t possible.” Muttered Hermione. He didn’t anymore care.

They had been so often interrupted in the past that he didn’t care anymore. He barely touched his lips to hers. They tasted so sweet maybe it was because all of this noises or that he had waited so long for it but it was amazing how good she tasted right now.

“Fuck off! I’m not a Gryffindor…!” Malfoy's yelling was interrupted by the loud banging of doors and the screams ,cries and moans of people ,as if they were being tortured.

To Harry’s surprise Hermione didn’t either care. Her hands were holding his face closer to her. With a last yelp by Malfoy, Harry could hear his footsteps quickly dying away.

It was now quiet again as if nothing had happen, though Harry felt that someone was watching them. To be exact, someone was with them under his cloak.

Author note: First I thank my betareader Hermione Granger. Second I wanna thank you my reader for your reviews and for your patience. I know that my cliffy were a little bit mean but hey that’s how a story work, right? Especially by such a story which isn’t that difficult. If you want read a story which isn’t easy flowing than read “Too much love can kill you” its my other story. I thought once in my live I write an easy on which is more happy as sad. How you see I did stop it with this exclamation marks which are to often in the first few chapters. Well, I didn’t recognise it. My native language is German for all this guys who wanted to know.

4. Just ignore it

Her hot tongue was exploring his mouth. Small hands were holding his face before they started the journey. From his head, she went down over his neck. Her nails scraping slightly over his waiting skin. Further down to his bare chest. She only barely touched him, teasing him with her featherweight touch. Again Harry tried to stop, to stop this amazing feeling she created with only her hands. Which could do so much more as just to hold a pen or flick through old pages. It wasn’t planned like that. Not with someone else as audience. Harry could feel someone watching, someone was under the cloak with them. Before Hermione's hands reached his hips, he grasped them and held them tightly and protectively. She didn’t fight off his hands. No, she entwined her fingers with his.

But she didn't let him end the kiss. He didn’t really try it. What could this guy see? Nothing, nothing more than Harry did. It was so dark, so quiet now.

Suddenly a bright blue light was seen under the cloak. Harry blinked slowly as the painfully light emerged above him. Hermione didn’t care, she was still caressing his tongue with her own.

“Harry Potter, sir?” came a tiny voice from above them.

Harry turned his head and saw ,to his surprise, Dobby the house-elf hovering in mid-air under the thin material of the cloak.

“Dobby! What are you doing here?” Harry's breath was fast and uneven.

Still he could feel Hermione's lips on his skin. Somehow it was driving him mad that she just ignored everything. It was embarrassing to lay here with bare chest and someone close at his side who licked his neck and all that in front of Dobby. Though the houseelf didn’t mind.

“Sir, Dobby did hear how your Wheezy did talk about the shrieking shack with some older students. Harry Potter told Dobby to help him with this room ….”

“Sssh no don’t say it..” but it was to late Hermione did stop kissing him and bore into him.

Harry could feel her eyes burning through him like a laser. With great difficulty he swallowed the huge lump that had formed in his throat. I this wasn't good. Not at all.

“What did he say?” she asked sharply.

Harry was already nearly praying for this to end.

“Harry Potter wanted Dobbys help to decorate this room, Miss!” answered the elf.

Harry glared at Dobby that he just blurted out what Hermione shouldn’t have known. His mouth was dry now as he searched for words.

“Harry? What do that mean he helped you?” Her voice wasn’t sweet anymore, it was much more harsh.

“Just-just ignore it.” He stammered.

Still he didn’t dare to look at her. Her fingers were still entwined with his, but he soon regretted it when her grip was becoming more and more painful.

“Dobby, what did you do?” Harry knew at once that Hermione wasn’t looking at Dobby.

“Dobby did clean this room and help with this bed and searched after candles like Harry Potter did say, Miss!”

“Did you even pay him?” asked Hermione.

With all his mind he prayed to be somewhere else. Finally, he dared to look at her. She looked nearly furious. She probably already knew his answer.

“Miss, Harry Potter don’t need to pay me. We are friends.” On Dobby's face appeared a smile.

“Friends?” she hissed through her teeth.

Her breath was tickling Harry.

“Can we discuss that later? Fine. Now Dobby why are you here?” He wanted to know though he knew Hermione was glaring at him.

“Harry Potter, sir. It was your Wheezy who talked with some older students about the shrieking shack. Dobby heard how he said that this place is scary and just in that moment old masters son come to your Wheezy and asked about this place. But Harry Potter sir did say that he would be here and Dobby wanted warn sir.” He piped.

“You mean Ron! Yeah I did told him about it. If he could once in a live hold his big…!”

“You did tell Ron about this? Do you tell him everything? Think about what you say from now on Harry, because I could get very angry!” Hermione interrupted him.

Just in this second he recognise that this was again a failure.

“Thanks, Dobby! I see you around.” Harry said not really give the elf attention.

Only a pop told him that they were alone again.

“Can you answer my questions now?!” Her voice was dangerous now.

It was too dark to see anything but Harry didn’t need to see much, he could feel her hard grip on his fingers which were now nearly numb.

“I’m, well I did plan it but I needed some help with the room. It was the perfect room but so much work had to be done and I couldn’t wait that long. If I did it on my own ,then it would take weeks if not months to finish the job.” He explained unsure.

It was a long while after he finished. Why was she taking so long to answer?

“So you couldn’t wait. What's with Ron?” Her breath was on his ear and her voice vibrated over his skin as she was so near again.

Her voice had become gentle ,not angry like before ,but she kept her death-grip on his hands in place. Slowly he asked if they were still there.

“Hmm, Ron needed to know. Because, because what if someone realised I wasn't in the dorm? We cast a spell which create a hologram of myself. The one that is lying now in my bed right now.” Harry whispered.

Silence was once again cast. It was like she wanted him to suffer. Maybe she wanted it. Without warning the cloak fell on the ground. Harry heard the soft material fall to the ground. As he felt for how close Hermione was, he was pondering on if she would get up and leave. Damn it she was really teasing him.

Suddenly before he knew it ,her lips came crashing down on his. This was different and he knew it. This kiss was a wanting kiss, a passionate kiss. Something what would knock him from his feet if they were standing. It was so powerful. Her tongue was deep in his mouth fighting furiously with his own tongue.

Hermione let go of his now numb hands and slid them back onto his silk like chest. He could feel how much heat was pulsating through his veins. Only this girl could create it.

5. Like coins

Hermione let go of his now numb hands and slid them back onto his silk like chest. He could feel how much heat was pulsating through his veins. Only this girl could create it.

Her kiss made him more and more breathless but he didn’t care. This time he wouldn’t let her go. Too long he had to wait. With his hands he brought her even closer to him. She was crushing at him. There was no space left. Through her PJ he could feel her breasts but it wasn’t enough. Slowly Harry’s hands started to travelling down her spin. She ended to kiss on his mouth and did go on to his neck where she tease him. But this wasn’t it all she had started to move against him. Her hips were in a rhythmical way pushing into him.

“You make me crazy!” Harry groaned.

“D’you think so? You haven’t an idea what you do to me.” She whispered in a low way. In the meantime he had found the edge of the PJ-top. He slipped his hands under the material. Her skin was burning and so damn soft. Barely he touched her but this alone did it.

Another move from her hips. He was by now aroused from this. With his right hand he reached her waistband and slipped his hand under it. Hermione gasped loud as he pushed with his hand on her bare buttock her hips against him. No longer could she move against him. Instead she was steady pressed against him.

“We are a little bit impatient, aren’t we?” She said with a short breath.

“Hermione, you know how long we had to wait?” he murmured as he felt how she did search after something in the dark. Only barely Harry heard her than the candles where again on. Brown hairs were tickle his chest and eyes were locked whit his one.

“I wanted see you…” she explained as he rolled her over. Now on top of her was it different for him because Hermione didn’t look anymore like someone who knew what she did, much more innocent. She laid there like only a hour ago in her own bed only this time there wasn’t the shine off moon at her face it wasn’t silvery it was now orange. Harry brought his hands from under her up to her face.

Suddenly he was quiet, caught by her like he was it so often if they were at this point. With one finger he trailed over her jaws. Lightly touching her skin there. It was soft and slightly flushed. Holding her cheek now with his hand he bent down and kissed slightly her nose. She was surprised how much tender was in this move. “You’re strongest soul of all and the bravest of heart!” His voice was only inches above a whisper.

“Not as much as you are.” She said. By this Harry did smile because this was how she did it always. Never she could take a simple compliment as just this. That’s why he loved her even more for. Hermione wasn’t selfish enough. Before his thoughts could drift any further away she did kiss him demandingly.

Without hesitate Harry did give in to her wanting and parted his lips to taste her once more. Nice and sweet, sugary sweet almost like pumpkin. For the next minutes he wouldn’t leave her lips. His left went to her collar to the very first button of her PJ-top. Slowly he unbuttoned it. Everytime he went on to the next button he trailed with his hand over the bare skin. By the last one he stopped kissing her instead he saw directly into her eyes. To his own amazement they shone with desire for him. On her well kissed lips appeared a smile. “I really love this if you do this to me.” She cooed.

“I would do this all the time if I could..” he trailed off as he unbuttoned the last one.

“And what would become off your homework?” she did ached a bit as he revealed her breasts.

“My homework?” he lifted with unbelieving one of his eyebrows.

“Off course your homework. You know how important this is to me. There is nothing more important to me than that.” Hermione went on in a mock tone.

“Hmm actually, you are my homework. So I guess I need do more to get an outstanding, don’t I?” With his index finger he went lazily over breast.

“You’re right…” More and more she became quiet by his tender touch. Once in a while he did kiss her but was still drawing trails with his fingers around her breast. Her breath became deeper and faster. Harry knew she was by now no longer controlled by her mind. Still one of her hands was touching his bare back but it grew impatient as he kissed her once more just lightly. This time Hermione didn’t let him go again. She did deepening the kiss and in the same time she grabbed his hand and lay it fully on her right breast.

Harry got the hint and gave her breast a gentle treatment with his thumb. More did she arch under him. Again did Hermione start to move against him. By that he groaned into her mouth. Before he could recover from her pushing he felt her hand on him. Though his jeans and his boxers were between her hand and him still it made him crazy. He left her mouth and kissed her neck open mouthed. His journey stopped by her breast where he barely licked her nipple. Between a frustrated groan and an arousal moan she whispered. “Harry, I said don’t play with me!” By this he was sucking on her breast. Suddenly he felt how his by now tight jeans were unbuttoned by her and how she started slowly to unzip him. Harry leave her body and slide his trouser together with his boxers down. The last bit he kicked away.

Hermione was strangely quiet and just watched him now that he was complete nude. They eyes meet and for the second time in his life he saw in her eyes something like helplessly. She was unsure didn’t know how she could touch him. At this he smiled warmly at her. “Its all right, Hermione.” She just nodded by that still glanced at him down.

“Its just, just I didn’t saw you like that.” She muttered at least. “This time is different.” He told her and stroked slowly her cheek. To good he could remember the first time. As could he ever forget this dark room though it was supposed to be in light. She couldn’t see him only feel.

Harry bent down to meet her lips. This kiss started out to be soft but was very fast a passionate one. Just briefly his hands travelled to her breasts only to go on to her waist. Once more this evening he let slide his hand beyond the waistband. Her hips arched against him as he grasped one of her cheeks of her butt. Furiously was her tongue caressing his. Never he could get enough from that. Slowly but seriously was this PJ-trousers in his way. As if Hermione could read his mind came her hand down and she started to pull the last two barriers down. Eagerly he helped her.

Again Harry smiled at her. He did know very well after this evening this smile wouldn’t vanish that fast from his face. She looked amazingly only with this PJ-top on which was very revealed right now because it wasn’t anymore buttoned. Slightly he changed his position so that he was now directly at her side nearly laying on his back. Soon her hands were back on his skin and did go on with this maddening stroking. His breath became uneven by that again. Merely she trailed circles around his nipples before she did go further down on his chest. Harry leaned with a groan completely on his back. To be under control by someone was always uncomfortable but here he was it with great pleasure. Hermione was the one who could hold him under control just with her touch. Her lips were now too back on him. With her tongue she caressed his waiting skin. Every inch of his skin was on fire.

Slowly he touched her hair as she was still teasing him what let him moan there and than. This hairs were soft, to his surprise soft in a way how straight hairs could never be. By now she was in the near of his navel and he knew he couldn’t take much more. Hermione wanted probably discover him more but he couldn’t allow this not if he wanted what he since weeks wanted to do. The first time had been not at all that what he wished it would be. It had been awkward and for Hermione uncomfortable. Harry knew it had been hurtful for her though she never had told him how much or if there had been any pleasure at all. Now he wanted to be sure that she get as much as he get if not more. He sat up what let Hermione stop and look at him in surprise. She was now kneeing in front of him. It was his time to pleasure her and not otherwise. “Why can’t you let me care for you?” He asked her. Before she could answer him he kissed her lightly. With both arms he hold her tighter against him before he lay back with her in his arms down, rolled over. Again he was on top.

Harry let his hands travel over her body down pass her breasts over her stomach which wasn’t to flat to her hips. There he stroked her for some time before made his mind up and went on to her tights. Butterfly like kisses he placed at her face what still had a look of pure bewilderment on it. “Harry?” she whispered.

“Just let me take care for you.” He told her seriously. She reached after his face and touched softly his cheek.

“Why?” Barely he could hear her. Harry couldn’t believe her.

“Why? Because, because I love you.” He said as he bent down again to kiss her. The broadest smile what he ever saw was on her face. She didn’t say anything just smiled at him as if he were that what she had searched and finally found in him. This time she kissed him and he went on with his journey. His hands were now where he want them. There where the head was at the highest. Hermione gave strange in the throat caught sounds which were muffled.

Merely he touched the hairs there she was aching against him to made him touch her complete. And he did touch her for the second time in his live. Warmth and moisture did surround his fingers. Carefully and slowly he stroked this area. They kiss grew more and more deeper. On hand of her was in his hairs and the other did constantly caring his back. With his finger he entered her. This was different because Hermione was relaxed, without fears. Suddenly Hermione did break the kiss. Her breathing was incredible fast and she was sweating. “Stop!” She moaned. Directly he stopped but still had his hand there. He looked puzzled at her but than she did spread her legs further apart, so far that Harry laid now between her legs. He took away his hand before he closed the space between them. “I want you inside of me.” She answered the unasked question. Her hand find his member and she guided him to her entrance. Slowly she let him go. Harry didn’t dare to say a word. He was silently watching her. If he could see it in her face if he hurt her or not. But as more he entered her as more he was surprised that Hermione remained relax.

He let escape the breath he was holding. “Its all right!” she muttered as she let one hand roaming over his back and the other one over his face. Harry was still quiet, strangely quiet as if he needed time to know where he was and what he had to feel. There was just warmth around him and he knew that was Hermione. She did move her feet’s along his leg’s. Holding him as if she did never let him go again. Slowly he started to move as he kissed her once more. Hermione made sounds which he hadn’t heard by they first time. He broke the kiss and looked at her face. There was an impression of surprise at her face.

“How does it feel?” he asked panting slightly.

“Good!” He could hear in her voice that she hadn’t expect it. The pace did grow by that. It did made him sure she was comfortable with it. His hands were on her tights which she laid around his waist, holding him more against her so that his trusts were deeper by now. Suddenly Hermione’s hips tried to meet his as he did caressing her neck. Slightly moans were escaping her throat. It were quiet moans not loud.

One hand he placed at her Buttock to steady her than he stopped to move. Before Hermione could ask any questions he attacked her slightly parted lips. His tongue did discover her mouth as he hold her tight against him than he rolled over. He groaned as he felt her weight at him what caused to let him even be deeper in her. She was where he wanted her to be on top of him, moving her hips against him. Harry had enough space to touch her back, her body just every inch of her. Every so slowly she sat up, her eyes were closed as she did so. As she started to rode him, he needed to close his eyes. Because this image was priceless not to compare with any dreams he might had. Hermione’s hair were touching her shoulders, her breasts were bouncing slightly. The skin was shining in the shine of the flame.

Slowly he opened his eyes again as he was sure could take this view. Unaware of his own action his arms reached out for her. At first his hands were at her waist but travelled higher till he reached her breasts. Suddenly her eyes opened and were locked with his stare. Harry could feel how he was getting closer. He teased her breasts slightly as her pace get faster. He sat up to touch her more, to be closer to her. Before Harry had resist to against her, to meet her movements. With his hands on her buttock he pressed her more against him and tried to control her. A long time, for him it seemed to be long he stared into her eyes as her hands find his face and brought her lips on his. He wouldn’t last much longer he could feel everytime her hips did meet his.

With a moment of hesitating he reached with his hand between them, started to touch her again. By this Hermione left his mouth and buried her head against his shoulder. He could hear how she moaned more frequently as before. Her grip on his shoulders was tighter now. Maybe she was close, too. He didn’t know it for sure because he never saw her like that. Hermione’s moving wasn’t anymore that rhythmical though he pushed her with his other hand against him. His mouth was buried into her shoulder as he came to his edge. His groan and moan was muffled. Because he had his arm still around her as he felt her tensing. If he thought her grip had been tight than was her grip by now deadly. She was holding at him hard as he felt her shaking slightly. At this point he was lost, more lost as he had ever been. Hermione had stopped to move against him like he had stopped. Only her panting could he hear and the burning fast breath of her feel. Harry knew he could stay here forever only with her in his arms. Nothing between them.

“I won’t have ever a clean mind if you say to me come with me.” He heard Hermione muttering.

“What?” he asked tired.

“That’s what you had said to me as you woke me.”

“Really? Does this mean that you will blush everytime I tell in the great hall that you should come with me?” He asked nearly hopefully.

“Maybe if you keep this doing to me what you did just seconds before.” By that she sounded husky.

“Is this an outstanding?” She broke a little bit apart and looked to him instantly. Than she crushed his mouth with hers and kissed him furiously. As she left his mouth again she just said.

“Is this enough for an answer?”. Harry could only nod to that.

~ Fin~

Author note: I would like to thank nicknike for betaing. This chapter I wanted post for so long now and finally I’m able to do so. It’s the end of this story. I know its probably not the best of mine though this scene isn’t at all bad. But hey its up to you not me. Well its Christmas and probably a real nice present. I mean wow I’m slightly blushing by my own words.