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Without further ado…
Best Friends
CHAPTER 7
By:
RODARE
Parvati, Lavender, and Ginny made their way back to Gryffindor tower after accompanying Luna to Ravenclaw's House Common Room. Lavender and Parvati were giggling and gossiping about the party both feeling too happy and thus rather unconcerned about the way that Ginny was pouting slightly as she walked beside them lost in her thoughts. She blinked as she spotted someone leaning against the wall on the opposite end of the portrait the Fat Lady.
"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" Ginny asked with a slight frown. Draco did not answer but he pushed himself away from the wall and into the light. He looked at Ginny with almost unveiled desire, but none of the three Gryffindors noticed it.
"I was actually waiting for some Gryffindor to come," he said saying the word as if it was something disgusting for his tongue to be uttering. "I need to speak with Hermione."
"Hermione?" Lavender asked raising her eyebrow. She wondered what exactly Draco wanted and at the same time, her sense of gossip was as keen as ever and she immediately noticed the strange look that came to Ginny's face as Draco revealed whom he wanted to see. "What do you want to see her for?"
"Many things and none that concern anyone but me and her, Lavender," he answered with a smirk veiled with polite pleasantness that coming from him did the opposite of making one feel appeased. Lavender frowned as if she had been insulted and crossed her arms over her chest as she sulked. Draco ignored her and turned his grey eyes to Ginny. "Now, which of you lovely ladies will be so kind as to go get her?"
"You're expecting us to go fetch her just because you say so?" Lavender asked disdainfully.
"I'll go," Ginny answered rather haughtily as she pushed Draco out of the way with a graceful hand. She was mad and confused and Draco's presence asking for Hermione after he had been happily rubbing his randy self against her hours before did nothing to make her feel better.
Since when was every single man in the bloody Wizarding world running wild after Hogwarts' greatest bookworm? Since she turned into a rather gorgeous, successful, famous, and smartest witch of the age…maybe? Argh! Shut up, Ginevra! Shut up!
"I'll go with you," Parvati said quickly. Lavender glared at them but she knew that one of them had to stay behind to make sure that he was not up to something while they entered the tower. She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at Draco who ignored her as his eyes followed Ginny through the portrait hole. "Gin?"
"What?" Ginny asked turning around to face her friend as the portrait hole closed at their backs. Parvati moved quickly to reach her.
"I want to apologize for how we …well, you know about that game and…" Parvati said awkwardly.
"Forget it, alright?" Ginny answered somewhat taken aback by the sudden and unexpected apology. Ginny shrugged and looked away wondering if they weren't really right and she had no future with Harry. "I…let's just get Hermione."
"Okay," Parvati said and the made their way quickly to the common room. The only light in the whole room was coming from the fireplace where it rested on the only three people that were still there.
Ginny didn't know exactly what it was that she felt when she saw the Famous Trio asleep in the couch but it scared her more than anything that she felt something deep inside her telling her that this was the way things would always be. Harry and Ron would always be bonded with Hermione no matter who tried to break them apart and the realization pained her more than anything ever did.
She heard Parvati make a small noise behind her and she took a couple of steps toward them ignoring her. She felt tears well in her eyes against her will as she saw how at peace Harry looked with his head nestled over Hermione's. She pushed back the sob that threatened to overcome her already tumbling control and she took another step toward them.
She noticed instantly that Hermione was wearing Harry's clothes as if she belonged in them when Ginny herself had never wore any of his things for more than a couple of minutes if at all. She wondered why all she felt was the fear and the loss but none of the anger that she should be feeling right about now. She looked away from the beautiful girl that had helped her through thousands of things, the one that had offered her friendship with ease, the one that had covered for her in front of her overprotective brothers, the one that had helped her realize the error of her ways when she had obsessed over Harry, the one that had helped her get Harry Potter's attention in the first place, and that now threatened to take everything she had ever dreamed of since she was ten years old.
She saw the stupidly contended look in her brother's face, as he lay with his mouth slightly open against Hermione's shoulder. He was so happy that she always wondered why it had never worked between him and Hermione, but she was only one of the few that had been surprised when they ended their relationship days before their first month. Fred and George, she later found out, had bet that they would not last more than a week and had only been surprised by the fact that they had stayed longer together than expected. She smiled as he made a soft snorting sound but did not wake and she felt herself fighting for control of her emotions once more.
She turned to look at Harry and she felt something deep inside of her break. She wiped a stray tear quickly out of the way and she blinked the others away quickly. Merlin, he was handsome in that way of his that differed so much from Draco's outer perfection, and that made every witch and Muggle women that ever saw him to feel drawn by him. His arm was tight around Hermione as if he was afraid to let go. He had a smile playing in his lips as he breathed in compass with Hermione. She fought for control for a second and then she reached over and pulled his glasses of his face gently setting them in the table beside him. She turned to look back at him and she touched his cheek gently.
"Mione," he muttered and she jerked her hand away from him as if she had been burned.
She looked at him for a moment not knowing what she felt or what she was going to do with it once she figured out what it was. She straightened up to her full height which was tall, although not exceedingly, for a woman, and begged Merlin for self-control. She pulled all her feelings, all her hurt, and turned around once she knew her face was an impenetrable mask of unreadable emotions. She moved quietly away from the three best friends and she walked back to Parvati who was watching her with unveiled apprehension as if waiting for her to explode at any second.
"Tell Malfoy…tell him that Hermione is resting and weren't waking her up," Ginny whispered at her in a neutral voice devoid of emotion. "I'm going up to rest. Make sure you and Lavender don't…"
"We won't," Parvati said quickly as she saw the youngest Weasley glance back at the couch by the fireplace. "Gin, will you be alright?"
"Why wouldn't I be?" Ginny asked coldly making Parvati wince. She sighed and turned away from the inquisitive eyes of the gossip twin. "Goodnight, Parvati."
"Night, Ginny," Parvati whispered back as she saw her make her way up the stairs. She looked back at the trio and sighed. She made her way out, spotted an impatient Draco standing away from an irritated Lavender.
"Finally!" Draco said pushing away from the wall and moving her way. "Well, where is she?"
"She can't come," Parvati said quickly and saw the flicker of annoyance taint Malfoy's eyes instantly. "She's …asleep and Ginny said not to wake her."
"Is Potter awake?" Draco asked and he saw the look of panic and confusion come to the usually gossiping girl. "What aren't you telling me? You're acting as if you just saw Potter sleeping with Hermione."
"You're mental," Lavender said instantly but Parvati stayed silent and even Draco blinked. The silence extended for a few seconds more and Malfoy chuckled wickedly once he recovered from the shock. Lavender glared at him as he passed a hand over his perfect hair and continued to laugh. "Vati?"
"I…" Parvati began but Malfoy recovered and looked up with a sneer. By Salazar, was he good at knowing people or what? He had thought his comment as a joke to annoy the Gryffindors, but he never thought that he would hit it right on the mark.
"Potter shagged Granger?" he asked Parvati who looked as if she wanted nothing but go and hide.
"It's nothing like that," Parvati said quickly as soon as she recovered. "Hermione, Harry, and Ron fell asleep in front of the fireplace. Ginny said not to disturb them so you can get on with leaving now."
"Uhmm," he said and he pulled a folded piece of parchment out of his robes as an afterthought. Yes, it always did to have another plan up his sleeve. "Give this to Hermione for me when you can, will you? Preferably before breakfast tomorrow."
"I'm really getting tired of you, Malfoy," Lavender said taking the paper angrily. Draco smirked and bowed slightly as he made his way away from them with his usual sneer in his handsome face.
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Hermione woke up feeling better than she had in months until the events of the night before came back to her in full force. She sighed gently but did not open her eyes fearing the beginning of another day. She would have to face everyone again after everything that had happened. She had broken down for the first time in years.
By Morgana, why was she breaking down now, after almost five years why had she broken down like that? You know why, Hermione Granger, don't try to fool yourself. Even you can't handle such repression of feelings for this long. She was right of course and she knew it. She took a small breath and tried to calm herself again. She had to think things through before she faced the day before her.
She was breaking bit by bit. She was destroying herself whether she wanted to face the facts or not. She couldn't allow that to happen. She had never being weak and she was not about to start now. There was no hope for her heart in her mind. You say there is no hope and yet you almost kissed him. She froze and her whole body tensed. Yes, if Luna had not come, she would've kissed Harry Potter, her best friend.
What in Merlin's name, had she been thinking? She shouldn't even allow herself to be thinking such thoughts. Harry was not only her best friend, but he had a girlfriend, who was her own friend and Ron's sister. She had no right to be fantasizing about things that were not only impossible, but also just wrong to be considering at all.
"Harry," Ron's sleepy voice called cutting through her thoughts. She kept her eyes closed even as she felt him shift under her legs, which she noticed were laying comfortably in his lap. That meant that her head was on Harry's lap, but she quickly pushed those thoughts away. "Herms! Get up, you lazy bums. I'm starving."
"You just woke up, Ronald," Hermione said with a grimace at the nickname she hated, finally opening her eyes and glancing at her red head friend who was stretching his arms as he yawned. "How can you possibly be famished as soon as you open your eyes?"
"It's too early, Ron," Harry said with a yawn as he opened his eyes and blinked blindly as he tried to bring his hazy world into focus. Hermione saw him blink and glance down at her with that smile of his and she felt her heart melt. He looked so adorable. "Hey, there."
"Hey, yourself," she answered with a smile and he grinned in response. After a second, he looked away from her beautiful eyes and squinted as he tried to find his glasses.
"I don't remember taking my glasses off," Harry murmured. Ron yawned again as he looked toward Harry.
"You look half blind, mate," Ron said unhelpfully. Harry turned from his blind search to glare at Ron's hazy, colorful outline. "What?!"
"I am half blind, Ron," Harry answered and Hermione chuckled softly. Harry shook his head in amusement. "With friends like you two…"
"There next to you on the table," Ron said with a goofy grin. Hermione smiled as Harry pushed his glasses onto his handsome face. "Can we go eat now?"
"I don't feel like moving," Harry said and Hermione was surprised to see him glance at her again. She wondered if he wanted her to move but he only smiled again.
"I don't care, Potter. Ger your bum up," Ron said punching Harry's arm. Harry scowled and rubbed the spot softly. "I'm gonna go up and change, and when I get back you'd better be ready to go up yourself."
Harry groaned and let his neck rest back on the backrest of the couch. Ron glared at him but did not say anything after a glance from Hermione. He rolled his eyes and after lifting Hermione's legs gently, he slid from his place and let her legs fall back onto the couch.
"Thanks, Ron," Hermione said and he grinned bending down to kiss her cheek. She smiled as he straightened up. He ruffled Harry's hair playfully and Harry pushed his hand away playfully as he opened his emerald, green gaze.
"Sod off, Ron," Harry said with a grin and Hermione glance at him with a frown. He blushed guiltily and looked away. "Sorry, Mione. I'll watch my language."
"You'd better," Hermione answered as she tried to get up.
"Oh, really?" he asked with a playful tone and before she was able to manage to straighten up he put his arms around her waist and pulled her toward him gently.
"Harry!" Hermione called laughing as she tried to pull away from his grasp. He laughed and pulled her back against his chest.
"Did you sleep well?" Harry asked as she stopped fighting him. Hermione leaned into his embrace enjoying the feeling. She nodded and he kissed cheek just as Ron had, but Ron didn't make her feel weak at her knees, he didn't make her heart beat faster. "Good. Hey, did I tell you that you look rather good wearing my clothes?"
"Harry!" Hermione said turning to face him even as her face turned beet red and he laughed at her. She couldn't help it if her heart jumped and beat in her chest as if it wanted to jump out and tell him what he made her feel.
He grinned at her and she managed to roll her eyes and pushed against him. She managed to stand up and turn to look at him before he reached for her again. She jumped out of his grasp and she felt his hand brush against her barely missing her. She stuck her tongue out at him knowing very well that he took pride in his seeking skills. He laughed softly and moved faster than she could ever predict and before she knew it, she was on the floor being tickled.
"Harry!" she breathed as she laughed. He laughed and kept his torture going. "Stop it!"
"Say you look good in my clothes," he said laughing as she writhed under him. She shook her head and tried to breathe even as she laughed. "Say it!"
"NO!" she said breathlessly and he tickled her a bit more vigorously.
"Say it!" he said laughing.
"I look good," she said in a single breath and then stopped laughing with a twinkling in her eyes as he let his hands stop for a second. He waited for her to finish but she stuck her tongue out at him again and he raised his eyebrows with a wicked grin. She smiled and he attacked her ribs again.
"Say it!" he said again knowing she wouldn't be able to keep going much longer.
"Alright!" she said and he stopped his hands. She laughed and squirmed under him and he realized for the first time just how much seeing her like that under him and squirming breathlessly was affecting him. He prayed, something he had never done even during the war, that she wouldn't notice. She bit her lip sweetly and he couldn't help but smile. She huffed and met his eyes. "Ilookgoodinyourclothes."
"You're cheating," Harry said bending over to press his forehead against her as he frowned at her while, he sat straddling her. Her chocolate eyes were twinkling as she tried to catch her breath. She shifted and tensed instantly as she came in contact with a part of Harry that he wished he could control. She looked up at him and suddenly noticed just how close they were. Harry could see panic, confusion, surprise, and something he couldn't describe run through her eyes in an instant.
"Harry," she said in a voice he had never heard before but it made his whole body, especially the part that had betrayed him, tingle excitedly. He couldn't have answered even if his brain had been working because his throat had gone incredibly dry. Without thinking about the consequences of his acts, as usual, he followed every instinct that was screaming at him and he shifted his head meeting her lips for the first time.
Hermione felt her brain short circuit instantly as she felt his lips on hers. Her breath caught in her throat and her eyes closed in their own accord. It was everything, and more, than she had dreamed of. His lips were soft, delicious, and demanding. Her whole body was shaking in response and she could even feel, in the back of her mind, that the magic in her body seemed to be acting up as her whole body.
Harry closed his eyes sinking in the feeling of her lips. Merlin, her lips were softer than a rose petal and she tasted sweeter than the best candy in all of Honeydukes, and he wondered why on earth he had not kissed her before. He deepened the kiss a bit more as his desire for her overwhelmed his thought process even more.
Hermione felt him deepen the kiss and she responded instantly. For the first time in her life, she stopped thinking and caring about anything but enjoying the moment. Her arms moved around him without her notice and she reached the back of his head running her fingers through his wild, silken hair as she had fantasized countless times.
She felt Harry open his mouth against hers, and felt his tongue running over her lips seeking entrance into her mouth. She didn't even hesitate, and Harry groaned, as he tasted her.
He wondered how the skinny, bushy haired, know-it-all that he met when he was eleven could make him feel like that. He never thought he would be able to feel what love was and here he was feeling it for the one girl he never really thought he could have. Sure, he was aware, well at least now, that he had always compared girls to Hermione. How she wasn't as smart as Mione, or as nice, or as brave, or as great, as good, and last night , how they weren't as beautiful. They never were up to her but he had always thought that it was natural since she was such a big part of him, he never thought that he did it because his heart already knew what his mind did not, that he was actually looking for Hermione in every other girl.
Hermione felt the shift from reckless, ruthless feelings to a chained but tender passion and it shook her to the core of her heart. By this time, she was already breathless and completely lost to reason. She felt Harry press his hips down against her own and she couldn't hold back the moan that escaped her lips. Harry groaned as she unconsciously arched her back to grind against him. Harry let go of her mouth to allow her to breathe as he continued to trail hot kisses along her jaw and down her neck. She opened her eyes for just a second as she willed her brain to work and realize just what she was doing and with whom, but before the thought finished crossing her mind Harry was kissing a spot behind her ear that made her whole body feel indescribably good and another small noise of pleasure escaped her mouth once more. Harry felt such a primal feeling of arousal from the small noises that she was making and he searched for her mouth with urgency. She tightened the grip on his hair as she let her mouth ravage hers again. Harry groaned and crushed his hips down on hers in response making her whimper and arch her back in need.
"Harry?!" Ron's voice called. "Get your bum moving, mate!"
Hermione moved as if she had been burned and finding the strength that had been evading her for the past fifteen minutes she was able to push on Harry's chest. He pulled back and looked down at her with his amazing emerald eyes glazed over with passion and need. She shudder in anticipation but she pushed him again and he rolled off her. They both sat up next to each other without exchanging so much as a glance much less a word as they tried to catch their breath.
"Harry," Hermione whispered as they heard Ron calling again. He turned full of expectancy but she was looking at her hands. She sighed and always being the practical one said, "I…I'll go tell Ron you'll be there in a second…so, you can…uhmm, get your …thoughts together."
"Mione," Harry said as she stood up. She finally looked at him and she saw the need in his eyes, but need for what she was not sure. She was to raw and weak to handle , and her brain started to kick in at precisely that instant. She felt the tears itching behind her eyes and looked away from him again.
"I…I can't, Harry," she said as she moved away from him. "I can't. Later. We'll talk later."
She didn't look back as she ran up the stairs and found Ron in the landing were the staircase divided into two.
"Hey, Herms," he said looking as fresh as the day. "Did you let that lazy git get back to sleep?"
"I…" she said and stopped as he cupped a hand under her chin and raised her face to look at her a bit more closely.
"What's wrong?" he asked. "You look…pale but at the same time a little flushed and weird."
"I…I'm cold," she answered looking away from his eyes hoping he wouldn't notice her lie. "But I ran up the stairs so I guess that's why I look flushed."
"Oh," Ron said with a bit of a shrug. His stomach chose to rumble and she smiled as he blushed.
"Harry, he'll come up in a second," she said quickly. "Hey, do you think you could get my clothes? They're in Harry's bed."
"Your clothes?" Ron asked and she blushed. "Why are they in Harry's bed?"
"Get your mind out of the gutter, Ronald," she snapped and he arched his brow. She blushed and reached for his hands. "I'm sorry. I'm a little cranky right now. I didn't mean to snap at you."
"I know," he said with a grin. "Is okay. I'll go get your clothes. Wait here. You don't want to see Seamus in all his glory, believe me!"
"Okay," she said with a smile. He grinned and ran up the boys' staircase quickly.
"Mione?" Harry called behind her making her turn sharply. He was standing there looking as irresistible as ever. He had grown up really good, leaving the scrawny boy behind and now he looked amazing. "We…"
"We will," she answered reading his thoughts. She looked away from him and down at her hands. "I need time…I need to clear my head. Please."
"Okay," he said with a sigh. He looked at her and without thinking, he reached and cupped her chin with his hands. She looked up in surprise only to feel his lips on her once more. She was too surprised by the tenderness and softness of his lips to pull back. He pulled away after a second and Hermione opened her eyes. She blinked and he moved past her and up the stairs leaving her standing there at a complete loss of what was happening for the first time in her life.
"Herms," Ron said running down to her. She looked up and thanked him as he handed her neatly folded clothes. "I'm gonna go and get Luna, alright? I'll meet you and Harry in the Great Hall, okay? He said he'll wait for you."
"I…okay," she answered absently as thousands of thoughts ran through her mind. Why had Harry kissed her again? Had it not only been a thing of the moment for him? Had he really wanted it? She sighed and decided to stop pondering about it but even as she crossed the room, where Lavender and Parvati were still asleep, she couldn't stop herself from thinking about it. From remembering, how good it felt. She removed her…Harry's clothes and with a sigh, she moved under the searing hot spray of the shower. Merlin, was there a chance he felt what she had been feeling for years now?
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Harry and Hermione walked in silence through the halls of Hogwarts as they had years ago but this time it was different. This time they were both dreading what would happen to their friendship because they had been foolish enough to kiss each other. Make out with each other more like it. Besides they were both a little irritated with each other, but for completely different reasons then the make out session they had. In fact, they had yet to acknowledge the fact that it had actually happened and that both parties had not imagined it. They were mad because they had both come downstairs at exactly the same time to find out that they had both decided to match.
To celebrate the seventh years last Quidditch match Luna had bought everyone in the team sweatshirts. They were red and gold with the Gryffindor lion in the back under the player's name. By accident, Luna's order was messed up and two were made for Harry as they soon realized when they opened the box. Harry had turned with a grin and given it to Hermione saying that since she was their greatest fan, (She had never missed any of his games, of course, mostly in fear of what would happen to him, but the rest just so she could watch him in his Quidditch uniform. Those uniforms made every girl in Hogwarts fantasize, bookworm or not, Hermione was primarily a girl, and even she had not been immune to them.) that she should have one too.
Rumors had started again as the cause of that simple gesture of friendship but as usual, they had both ignored them. Ron had fumed about it too, but after a shouting match with Hermione and a more calm discussion with Harry, he had stopped worrying about it.
As if by fate they had both come down wearing them, and both had refused when the other attempted to make each other go up and change. They had not argued but had both grudgingly left the Common Room irritated at the other's stubbornness.
"People are going to talk and make a big deal about this, you know that." Hermione said coolly unable to stand the uncomfortable silence any longer. Harry turned to her and shrugged noticing just how good those faded jeans looked on her now that she was older and had filled in all the right places. "Don't you, Harry?"
"They always have," he answered with a shrug. Hermione sighed. Harry glanced at her again and he reached for her hand. She froze and stopped in mid stride to look at him. "I don't like it when you're mad at me, Mione."
"I'm not mad," she answered instantly and with honesty. She glanced at him and pulled her hand away from his for the first time in nine years. "I'm irritated with you about these stupid sweatshirts. I'm confused about everything else, Harry. I'm a sensible, practical person, and I'm still processing my own feelings and thoughts about what happened this morning. I need you to understand that. I need you to think about what happened and why. We need to talk, but not now. I can't right now. Please, Harry."
"Okay," Harry answered digging his hands in the front pocket of his jacket. She looked at him and he managed to smile at her, which he was glad she returned. "But we will talk about it. You know that, right?"
"Yes," she said with a sigh. He nodded and pulled the hood of her sweatshirt over her head playfully. She pushed it back and hit his arm. "Harry, behave!"
"No need to get violent," he said laughing as he tried to ease the mood between them. She rolled her eyes as they kept walking when suddenly she remembered something that made her heart drop to the pit of her stomach.
"Are you going to tell, Ginny?" she asked softly avoiding his eyes at all costs. She looked at him and saw in his expression the reflection of what she was now feeling. Guilt, shame, but no trace of regret, and that was the thing that scared her.
"No, not yet," he answered. "I will, but not yet."
"She's going to hate me," she answered. "And, now she will actually have a reason for it."
"Ginny doesn't love me, Hermione," Harry answered and she looked up at him sharply. He ran his hands through his messy black locks before continuing with a sigh. "I don't think she ever has, and I don't love her, either."
"Then why are you with her?" she asked not knowing exactly why she was feeling slightly agitated at this. He didn't answer and she knew he was holding something back from her. She stopped and pulled on his arm so he would stop and face her. "What is it? You wanted to talk? Let's talk, then. I want to know why you're telling me this and I want to know why you kissed me this morning."
"Ginny and I decided to give each other a break last night," he answered after a second of hesitation. He saw that she was getting angry and decided to tell her before she hexed him to next week. "We agreed we would let each other decide whether we wanted our relationship to keep going after this weekend."
"What?" Hermione said and she felt sudden fury fill her. She turned to face him and he tried to grab her arms as his instinct told him that she was thinking something very wrong. She looked angrier at this and she pushed his hands away as she hit his chest with her palms making him take a step back. She might not look it but she was strong. "And, what you decided to kiss me? Have some fun while your 'free'? Is that it?"
"Is that what you think of me?" he snapped back full of hurt that she would think that of him. "That I would risk our friendship over something like that? Am I so low to you?"
"Then why on earth did you do it?" she asked back angrily as she fought the tears that where threatening to spill from her eyes. She had seen the hurt in his eyes and it pained her in the deepest corners of her heart. She turned away from him and pressed the heels of her hands against her eyes, angry at her own weakness. "Why?"
"I did it because I wanted it as much as you did," he answered not wanting to tell her the real reason for fear that she would laugh in his face and break his heart. As much as he loved her, he was scared of admitting it so soon after he himself had just realized the fact.
"How do you know what I want?" she asked turning around to face him. "You know nothing of what I feel, Harry! Nothing!"
"I would if you told me!" he snarled and this time she did laugh. It was a sad, sarcastic laugh that he had never heard before.
"You always want the darn easy way, don't you?" she asked coolly. "Why don't you open your bloody eyes for once and find the answers for this on your own, Harry? If you weren't so dense you wouldn't have to have me telling you, would you?"
"I might be," he answered knowing that she was right and wondering what it was that he had missed and that angered her so much. "But, I know bloody well that you liked it as much as I did. If you felt nothing then why did…"
"Of course, I felt something!" she snapped cutting into his own rampage to start one of her own. "I'm a human being too, you know. I feel and desire in the same way every other woman does! Being an insufferable know-it-all does not hinder my physical needs in any way, Harry!"
"So what?" Harry asked now feeling himself insulted. "You let me kiss you so I could scratch at your itch?"
"How. Dare. You." she said fuming and before he knew it, she had slapped him. He felt his head snap to the side with the force and the side of his face singed as if a bludger had slammed into him. His eyes went frighteningly dark and before either of them knew what was happening he had her pressed against one of the darkest crevices of the hall and away from any wandering eyes.
"I fully deserved that," he answered with inhuman calmness. "You insulted me first so I guess we're even."
"Let go of me, Harry," she said with as much force as she could manage without yelling again, and while her heart threatened to jump out of her chest.
"No," he said simply trailing his mouth down her neck. She tried to pull back but the wall prevented her from it and she closed her eyes against her will. Damn her treacherous, needy body! He pinned her hands behind her back with one of his own and he let the other caress her cheek. "Look at me, Mione."
"This is wrong," she argued and he began to kiss THAT spot behind her ear. Her eyes closed instantly again at the overwhelming feeling. She moaned almost inaudibly and shuddered as he trailed his tongue on her ear. "Oh, Merlin…Harry, you're…we're making a mistake…"
"It's too good to be a mistake," he answered trailing his free hand down her side as she arched against him. He let go of her hands as he gripped her hips and began to nibble on her earlobe. She felt that if he let go she would slide to the floor instantly. Her knees were weak and her brain was fuzzy. "Don't you see it, Hermione?"
"Gi…" she began but he suddenly slid his hands under her jacket and cupped her breasts over her shirt making her moan as he continued his torture with his mouth. He groaned against her and he pressed his arousal against her. "Harry…"
"Will you let me kiss you again?" he asked as he heard her say his name almost pleadingly.
She could only manage a nod as she pressed herself harder against his hands and his hard body. He crushed his lips to her with almost feral delight and she opened her mouth to him instantly. He cupped her a bit harder and she moaned gripping his back with her hands afraid that if she let go she would lose all sanity. He slid his hands from under her jacket and he gripped her hips. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him in response. He groaned in pleasure and she pulled her mouth away from his to breathe.
"By Merlin, I want you so bad," he said taking her lips again and she could hear the urgent, unrestrained need in his voice. She opened her mouth to him and she slid her legs down to the floor. He made to complain but she used one of her hands to keep his mouth in place, and with the other, she cupped him through his pants. "Mione…"
"Shhh," she whispered before sliding her tongue into his mouth again. Her mind was made up the instant she heard the painful need in his voice, she couldn't bear to have him suffer, and when Hermione Granger made up her mind no one could make her change it. Unless it was the man currently against her. He groaned and pressed harder against her hand.
She was only slightly surprised at the hefty size of his equipment. Harry Potter was in fact a very well endowed man. She moved her hand against him slowly at first as she kissed him, but then his breathing started to get a little erratic and he pulled his mouth away from hers. He muttered her name as he leaned his head against the crook of her neck. She turned her head to suck gently on his neck being careful not to leave any marks on his skin as she speeded the pace and raised the pressure of her hand.
"Let go," she whispered in his ear with love. "Let go, Harry."
"Mione!" he groaned as he stars exploded behind his eyes and his vision went black. He came harder and longer than ever in his life. She kept her hand stroking him until he came and then she wrapped her arms around his waist hugging him as he shuddered against her. He leaned his weight against her as his release left him gasping.
"Hey, you alive?" she joked feeling strangely jovial. He grunted and lifted his head to look at her. She smiled and this time she welcomed his affectionate kiss. She had stopped thinking and worrying the instant that his lips had touched her and by now she was lost in the moment. She didn't have a care in the world but the man in her arms. She pulled his wand out of the back pocket of his jeans and pulled back from his kiss. She pointed the wand between his legs as she kept her chocolate brown eyes focused on his amazingly hypnotic green gaze.
"Careful where you point my wand," he said and she laughed. He flushed even more and gave her a soft peck on the lips as she muttered a cleansing spell. "That didn't come out right, did it?"
"Oh, I think it came out quite nice," she said and he blinked surprised at her audacity. He grinned and pulled her toward him. This was his Hermione, and she could always surprise him. She smiled against his lips and he pulled back to look at her beautiful face.
"You're feeling pretty smug about yourself, aren't you?" he asked and she laughed softly as he looked at her. She licked her lips and his gaze was instantly drawn toward them. She laughed and he looked up at her eyes again. His eyes went wide as he realized that she had done it on purpose to show him just how much she knew she had that much control over him. "You did that on purpose!"
"And if I did?" she asked. He arched his brow and thought about what to do to get her back.
"I'm going to have to pay you back for it," he answered and her eyes went wide at his implications. He flipped her around so that it was now him who had his back against the wall and her back was now against his chest.
"Harry!" she muttered trying to turn and merely able to turn her neck as he refused to release her. "What are you doing?"
"Taking your smugness away," he whispered attacking her neck in the spot he had recently learned made her instantly compliant. She moaned instantly and stopped fighting him as he nibbled on her ear and alternately licked her weak spot on her neck.
"That's cheating," she whimpered and he grinned. He lowered his hands to her waist and moved them to the front of her jeans. She shuddered but merely leaned more against his chest. "What if …"
"Then we'd better hurry," he answered reading her thoughts. He unzipped her jeans and slid his hand under them. He groaned as he felt the lace but he pushed his own desire back. This was for her and he would rather die than fail to please her after what she had just done. He slid his right hand between her legs and he almost came again as he felt her wetness against his fingers. Merlin, Dumbledore, and Morgana she was so turned on that he knew that she had loved making him come almost as much as he had. "You're amazing."
"Harry…" she pleaded almost desperately as she felt him touch her. She knew she would really fall to the floor this time if he let go of her. He slid his index finger inside of her and she bit her lip to keep from screaming. Her head fell back and he covered her lips with his. "Oh, Merlin…"
He slid another finger inside of her as his thumb circled her bundle of nerves slowly. She moaned in his mouth and he quieted her sounds with his lips. She moved her arms over her head to clutch at his head as he used his mouth wonderfully on her neck and her mouth, as his hands worked their magic. His long fingers moved in and out of her rhythmically. She arched against his hands and she began to whimper soft almost incomprehensible demands as her ecstasy grew. He moved his fingers faster and harder and used his free hand to cup and fondle her breasts through the fabric of her shirt.
"Now, you let go," he whispered against her ear as he felt her closer to tumbling down the edge. She was moaning and so close to the brink that it was almost painful. His hands moved faster and her breathing became fast and irregular. "Come for me, Mione. Let go."
"Oh, Harry…" she cried throwing her head back and arching her back. He rammed his fingers into her and pressed her clit at the same time, with his other hand, he squeezed her left breast, and with his mouth, he silenced her cry. She shuddered repeatedly against his hand as she rode her orgasm to its peak. He brought her back down with gentle stroking and soft nothings whispered in her ear. She leaned against him soft, weak, and damp, and he knew that she was only standing because he was holding her up. "Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God."
"That good, eh?" he asked sliding his fingers out of her slowly. She shuddered with aftermath of her orgasm and tried to catch her breath.
"Shut up," she muttered without any real conviction. He zipped her pants up and proceeded to think of horrible things to bring his boy back under control before she recovered her wits and figure out that she still held the upper hand. After, a nude Snape came to my mind, which made him shiver in disgust, the problem was solved. No one could ever live through that thought.
She still held his wand and after a minute, she gathered enough of herself back to mutter another cleansing spell, this time at herself. She turned in his arms and kissed him with something he could only describe as warmth…and if he dared to believe, it could be love.
"Where on earth did those three get to?" Parvati's voice came flowing toward them. They both sprung apart and after inspecting themselves, Harry took Hermione's hand and pulled her down a side hall. "We didn't hear Hermione go up."
"Well, I doubt that she would have come down to breakfast without changing, Vati," Lavender answered her.
"What hall is this?" Harry whispered at Hermione as the girls' voices drew nearer. Hermione bit her lip adoringly and looked around.
"It leads to the library," she said and he grinned. "We'll say I dragged you along with me and you just convinced me to go to breakfast, alright?"
"You are the smartest witch of the age," he whispered back with a grin. He stole a quick kiss and her expression changed to mild worry. He shook his head as if he could read her thoughts. "No, don't you dare regret anything. I'll fix this. I promise I'll take care of it. I've never failed you yet, have I?"
"I trust you," she answered and he grinned. She took a deep breath and pushed him ahead of her after handing him his wand back. "Okay, now act like your dragging me along."
He took her hand and pulled her with him as she began to complain loudly about something she needed to cross reference. He rolled his eyes but could not help but be amazed at how convincing she sounded. Hermione always did an awesome job in anything and everything she set her mind on doing. He grinned with a wicked gleam in his eye. Oh, yeah, she was good in everything.
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