Innocent Girl

INNOCENT GIRL

Hermione stared out of the train window, watching the rolling green hills go by, the sun peeking out from the fluffy white clouds. It was a beautiful day, a perfect day. She turned from the window to look at the man sitting next to her, holding her hand. She glanced down at their entwined fingers, gold bands glinting in the sunlight that shone through the window. Was it really just a few hours ago that they had pledged their love for each other and become husband and wife? It seemed a million years ago that she had awoken this morning, her stomach fluttering at the thought of becoming Mrs. Harry Potter. She had longed dreamed of this day and now it was a reality. She looked up again to meet Harry's eyes. His brilliant green eyes, even more beautiful than the green hills she had been watching. He smiled at her and squeezed her hand.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked.

“That I can't believe we're finally married,” Hermione said, smiling back at him, “and that we're actually going on our honeymoon.”

“Well, believe it, Mrs. Potter,” Harry said, leaning in to kiss her softly, “We're going to have a wonderful dinner and then tonight I'll make you believe you're my wife in the best possible way.”

Hermione swallowed hard at his words. She had to admit it to herself, she was nervous. She knew she was a smart girl. Her years of reading books upon books had given her knowledge about many things she had yet to experience herself. And one of those things involved the joining of a man and woman. Oh, she understood the mechanics of it all. That was really the easy part. The hard part was hoping that she would please Harry. She was so inexperienced and innocent. Her limited dating experience hadn't included the techniques of pleasuring a man. She could never bring herself to go that far with any man she had dated. Because her heart had belonged to Harry. For as long as she could remember, she had loved him. And once she understood what joy a man and a woman could give to each other, she had no desire to share that part of herself with any man that wasn't Harry Potter. And so she had waited.

When finally Harry had realized his love for her, it was like an explosion. The love they had for each other filled their hearts and they could hardly bear to be apart. Touching, holding, kissing, just being together. They spent hours kissing and touching gently but they hadn't made love yet. Hermione remembered one night in front of the fire when Harry had slid his hand under her shirt and caressed her breasts. She had loved the feeling but she couldn't help but feel a little anxious. And Harry had noticed. He had pulled away and stared into her eyes. She remembered his words.

*Hermione, what is it? Is something wrong?” Harry asked, reaching up to stroke her cheek.

She had shook her head shyly and avoided his eyes. “I'm sorry, Harry. It's just...it's just no one has ever touched me like that.”

Harry had looked puzzled. “Hermione, are you...are you...you know...”

She looked up at him quickly. “Yes, Harry. I couldn't...you know...I only wanted you.”

Harry had wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly. “Hermione, you are my heart. I love you so much, I feel like I can't breathe sometimes. That you would wait for me...I can't believe it. You are so perfect. So amazing. And if you want to wait until our wedding night, I will. I want it to be special for you.”*

And so they had waited. Oh, to be sure they had had many nights of heavy snogging, and had progressed along to serious touching and fondling. Hermione loved his touch and she was no longer shy about him caressing her intimately, but they had not yet made love and she was still unsure of herself in that department. Her mother hadn't been much help. They had tried to talk but found it a bit too embarrassing to discuss details. All she had been able to do was help Hermione buy a lovely white lace gown, perfect for the wedding night.

Hermione just wasn't sure exactly what a man liked. So reluctantly Hermione had turned to someone else for advice. Holed up together in her bedroom at the Burrow, Ginny Weasley had enlightened Hermione in the fine art of giving a man a blow job. Hermione knew her face had been flaming for hours after their conversation. That Ginny would be so skilled in this was embarrassing enough to Hermione. Finding out that Neville was the recepient of this talent was worse. But Ginny had helped tremendously. Between Ginny's advice (and a demonstration with first a banana, then a popsicle), and her own book research, Hermione felt ready.

It was strange, though, that she felt so nervous. After all, she loved Harry with all her heart, mind, and soul. When she looked at him, she could feel a surge of desire shoot right through her. She thought he was incredibly handsome. His dark hair, unruly and untamed, his eyes that could bore right into her soul, his amazing jaw and full lips, his face was a work of art. Then there was his body. Quidditch had given him muscles in all the right places. He was slender, long-legged, and his chest was so incredible, she could hardly keep her hands off of it. But then there was this other part of him. The one part she hadn't seen yet. Oh, she knew it was going to be more than adequate. After all, he couldn't hide it when they had their snogging sessions, especially in front of the fire. She couldn't resist running her hand over that bulge in his trousers. She loved to hear him moan when she did that. Just like she would moan when his hand slipped down between her legs on occasion. But that's as far as they ever went. And she knew there was so much more.

But she wanted him. All of him. She loved him, he loved her and it was time that they gave their bodies to each other. And it would be tonight. She shivered a little in anticipation.

“Are you cold?” Harry asked, wrapping his arm around her.

“No, just a little excited,” she said, “I can't wait to get there. I've heard it's very beautiful.”

“It is. I haven't been there but Remus said it's the best place to stay in the area. It's an old castle, you know. But it's fixed up very nicely. Warm and comfortable. Well, as warm as you can make a castle. There's a forest and lake nearby, perfect for walking about. And the food is supposed to be excellent. Not much else to do but we'll have a perfect time, just the two of us.” Harry said. He had a smile on his face a mile wide.

“Oh, of course, Harry,” Hermione said, snuggling into him, “there's no where else I'd rather be than a secluded castle with my husband. And no one to bother us.”

“You can count on that, baby. I intend to have you all to myself.” Harry said.

By late afternoon the train pulled into a small station and Harry and Hermione stepped off the train with their luggage. A man stood nearby, and he tipped his hat to them.

“Mr and Mrs Potter?” he asked, “I have a car waiting to take you to Castle Moor. My name's Geoffry. Can I take your bags?”

“Thank you, Geoffry,” Harry said, “We appreciate it. If you'll open the boot, I'll help you with the bags.”

“That's okay, sir, I've got them. Don't want you to strain yourself, you are on your honeymoon.” Geoffry laughed. Hermione felt her face flush. Harry grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the car, opening the door for her. She got in quickly and slid over the dark leather seat. Harry climbed in beside her, pulling her close to him.

“Don't worry, darling,” he said, “Everyone gets teased about being on their honeymoon.”

“I know,” Hermione said, “I just feel so naïve sometimes. How can I be such a know-it-all and be so innocent at the same time?”

Harry laughed softly. “Oh, Hermione, that's what I love about you. You have such an amazing mind. Only you would worry about not having enough information.”

“Well, I didn't say I was completely uninformed, Harry,” Hermione said, a little shyly, “I have done some research.”

Harry's eyes widened a little and then he laughed. “I might have known,” he said, chuckling, “there's no way my Hermione would not have looked it up in a book.”

“Well, it never hurts to do your homework.” Hermione said, “I just want to make you happy, Harry.”

“You do, Hermione,” Harry said, “you make me happy in every way. Don't worry, I will be more than satisfied, I promise you. Just having you in my arms, just thinking about making love to you makes me feel like I'm on fire inside.”

“Are we there yet?” Hermione said.

They pulled up to the castle and Hermione stared at the imposing structure. It was huge, a perfect place to get lost in. Geoffry opened the door for them and they stepped out into the cool afternoon air. The door opened and a woman came out, waving her hand.

“Welcome to Castle Moor,” she called, “Come in, Mr and Mrs Potter, we're so glad to have you.”

She ushered them into the large foyer. They both looked around at the comfortable furniture and warm woven rugs that were in contrast to the stone walls surrounding everything. A huge fireplace was crackling with logs, the flames warm and inviting.

“I'm Lenore,” said the woman that had greeted them, “I'll show you to your room, you can freshen up for dinner which will be served at 6:00. We don't have entertainment, we do play some music, but most folks just come here for relaxation anyway. We do get our share of honeymooners here, so everyone tends to keep to themselves as you would imagine.”

“That's fine,” Harry said, “we prefer some peace and quiet, too. It's quite lovely, by the way.”

“Thank you. This castle has been in my family for generations. My husband and I decided several years ago to fix it up for people to come and just unwind. Most love the solitude and quiet, especially if you live in the city. Here we are.” She opened the door to a large room and gestured for them to come inside. Harry and Hermione stepped into the room, it was beautiful.

The stone floor was polished to a shine, a large cream-colored rug covered a large part of it. There was a soft, squashy looking couch in front of the fireplace, in which a fire had been lit. Soft lamps were on the walls, the window was covered with a heavy drape for privacy. And then there was the bed. A huge four-poster with heavy curtains that were pulled back to reveal the dark, thick purple coverlet. Two large purple pillows trimmed in gold sat up near the headboard. It looked like a bed for royalty. Hermione could imagine a queen lying in the bed. Harry seemed to read her mind.

“Fit for a King and Queen, huh?” he said, smiling. He pulled her hand and led her over to the window. The view was breathtaking. The green moor with beautiful bushes of heather, trees everywhere and the blue-green lake spread out below them. Hermione felt so contented. Two days here with Harry was going to be wonderful.

They turned to Lenore, who was checking the fire and fluffing the pillows.

“Thank you, Lenore,” Hermione said, “It's just perfect. Is the bath attached?”

“Oh, of course, it's over here,” Lenore said, gesturing towards a door on the side of the room, “Large and spacious with a bathtub made for two. I'm sure you'll love it. I'll leave you to it, dinner at 6, if you care to come down.”

“Oh yes, we'll be there,” Harry said, “we're both a bit hungry.”

“Well, you do need your strength,” Lenore laughed, “see you in a bit.”

She closed the door and Hermione looked over at Harry. “See? Everyone seems to know something I don't.” Hermione said, pouting a little.

Harry walked over to take her in his arms. “You know plenty, my love. No one is as smart as my Hermione.” Harry said, leaning in to kiss her.

Hermione closed her eyes as Harry's mouth claimed hers. They hadn't kissed properly since the wedding and the feel of his mouth on hers was heavenly. He really was the most amazing kisser. Her head began to swim a little and she swayed in his arms.

“Are you okay?” Harry asked, holding her tighter.

“Yes, of course. You just make my head spin, Mr. Potter.” she said.

Harry grinned. “Well, let's have a wash-up and get some sustenance. But I'm glad I can make your head spin, Mrs. Potter.”

They unpacked quickly and freshened up, then made their way downstairs for dinner. The dinner area was small, intimate tables with candles, servers moving quietly among the guests as they made their way over to a table. Harry held the chair for Hermione to sit down. The server came over to tell them the menu and they ordered a light meal with a bottle of wine. Hermione didn't feel hungry all of a sudden. The food was excellent but she kept staring at Harry putting the fork into his mouth and she really wanted that mouth somewhere else. She squirmed in her chair at the thought.

“Everything okay?” Harry asked. He poured a glass of wine for her and held it out.

“Yes, I'm just not especially hungry. Little nervous, I guess.” she whispered. She took the wine glass and took a sip.

“Don't be nervous, darling,” Harry said, “I'm going to make sure everything is perfect for you.”

They ate quietly, just staring at each other. Hermione couldn't stop thinking about what was coming next. Her heart felt so full of love for him and she was glad they had waited. It was so exciting, she couldn't wait to experience that side of Harry. They finished eating and drank their wine and then Harry stood, reaching for Hermione's hand.

“Ready?” he said, a hungry look beginning in his eyes.

“Yes,” she said, demurely, feeling butterflies in her stomach. She walked toward the stairs, Harry's hand at her back.

“Goodnight, Mr and Mrs Potter!” Lenore called out, “See you for breakfast!”

“Thank you, dinner was lovely,” Harry called back, “good night.” He grabbed Hermione's hand and pulled her up the stairs.

Soon they were in their room. Shadows danced across the room as the sun began to set. The fire still crackled merrily and now there was a small table in the room on which sat an ice bucket with champagne and two glasses. Harry smiled and pulled Hermione into his arms to kiss her. They kissed for several minutes, Hermione broke away, slightly breathless. She placed her hand on his chest and pushed him away gently.

“Just a minute, Harry,” she said, “I need to go get ready.”

“All right, but don't be long. I want you. So bad, I can't wait much longer.” Harry said, his eyes darkening slightly.

Hermione smiled, a little weakly. She was ready for this, she knew she was ready. At least, she hoped she was. She grabbed her bag and hurried into the bathroom. She washed up and pulled her nightgown out of her bag. She pulled it on and smoothed it over her hips. It really was lovely. All white, lacy, with a demure v-neck, falling to her ankles. She stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair fell in curls to her shoulders, thank goodness it was behaving today. She wore soft makeup, just a light pink lipstick. Her eyes looked large. Was that fear in them? “It's Harry, it's only Harry,” she thought, “He loves you. He won't hurt you. You love him, you want him.” Yes, she did. She knew women went through this every day. After tonight she would no longer be a virgin. She did want this. She wanted to belong to Harry in every way. He already owned her heart. Now she wanted to give him her body. “Courage, Hermione, use some of that Gryffindor courage.”she said to herself. She opened the door and stepped out into the room.

Harry stood over by the fire, staring into the flames. He was bare-chested, bare-footed, with only a pair of flannel pajama pants on. He looked so amazing, Hermione's breath caught. “Oh my God,” she thought, “he's beautiful.”

He turned and when he saw her, his jaw dropped. She stood there, a vision in white, smiling at him. Harry stumbled at he started to come over to her. He quickly recovered and walked over to her, standing a few feet away.

“Hermione,” he choked, “you look so beautiful...I've never seen you look more beautiful.”

“Do you think so?” she asked, her eyes looking downward, “my mother helped me pick it out...” Oh god, did she actually mention her mother at a time like this?

“Yes, it's perfect. You're perfect. I'm so happy you are my wife, Hermione. I love you so much.” Harry said, his voice breaking. He reached over to wrap his arms around her waist. He kissed her softly. “Do you want some champagne?”

“I think, maybe after...” Hermione said, her voice trailing off. She looked up at him, searching his eyes. The fire in Harry's eyes darkened even more and he suddenly covered her mouth with his, kissing her hard, plunging his tongue in to taste her sweetness. He pulled her roughly against him, his need and want very apparent. Hermione's heart began to pound and she could feel her whole body begin to tingle. This was what desire felt like. She suddenly wanted him, now. They both began to moan into each other's mouths, Harry's hand drifted up to stroke her breast gently through her nightgown, Hermione could feel her nipples begin to harden in earnest.

He broke off, bending down to put his arm behind her knees, swinging her up into his arms. Hermione's arms went around his neck, she pressed herself to him, loving the feeling of the closeness. Harry strode over to the bed and laid her down gently. He stood over her for a moment, looking down, the lust in his eyes shining through. Hermione felt light-headed, her breaths starting to quicken. Harry reached up to remove his glasses, laying them on the side table. He climbed onto the bed, stretching out beside her, Hermione shifted onto her side, staring at him. Harry leaned up on his elbow, his other hand reaching to stroke her hair softly. He could feel her trembling.

“Hermione, I love you,” he whispered, “I could tell you every day, every minute and it still wouldn't be enough for you to really know what you mean to me. You've saved me too many times to count. You give me a reason to live. I can put the past behind me and think of only the future as long as I know you are in it. You are so beautiful and perfect. No other woman could compete in my heart. I hope you know that I want you. Only you. Now and for always.”

“Oh, Harry,” Hermione said, tears beginning in her eyes, “I love you, too. I have loved you for so long I wouldn't know how to exist if I didn't. My life really began the day you told me you loved me back. All I want is to love you and take care of you for as long as I am able. You give me a reason to live, too.”

“Hermione, I want you to trust me, too. Do you?” Harry asked, his hand catching one of her tears.

“Of course I do, Harry, I trust you with everything that I am.” Hermione said, reaching up to lay her hand alongside his cheek.

Harry moved closer, pushing her gently onto her back. He leaned up over her, cupping her face with his hands. “Then let me make love to you. Let me set you on fire. Let me make you scream. I just want you, all of you.”

Hermione couldn't speak, all she could do was nod. She smiled up at him and nodded yes. Harry leaned down to kiss her. His mouth plundered hers, his tongue swirling around hers. They kissed and kissed until Harry broke away, his mouth traveling down to nibble her neck. He reached down to catch the bottom of her nightgown and pulled it up slowly, his fingers trailing along her legs. When he had it pulled up to her waist, he sat up a little and pushed it further, exposing her round breasts with their pink, hard nipples. He leaned down to circle his tongue around each nipple, sucking them gently, blowing on them. Hermione shivered at the sensation. She reached down to pull her nightgown up over her head and tossed it to the side. She wrapped her arms around his back, pulling him closer as he continued to feast at her breasts.

“Oh, Harry,” she murmured, “that feels amazing.”

“We've only just begun, my darling,” he whispered. He reached up to cup her breasts, continuing to run his mouth over them. She tasted so good, he just knew there were more pleasures to come. Hermione moaned as he flicked his tongue over her nipples, squeezing her breasts together gently.

“Kiss me again, Harry,” she said, “I need to kiss you.” Harry obliged, leaning up to kiss her hungrily. She twisted her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. “Oh, God, Harry,” she whispered between kisses, “I want you so much.”

“I want you, too,” he answered in that deep, sexy voice of his, “I need to taste you so bad.” He left her mouth and slid down her body until his face hovered over her belly button. He leaned down to tickle her with his tongue, kissing her belly over and over. Hermione laughed and squirmed in his arms. “Oh, no you don't, you're not going anywhere,” Harry said, holding her firmly on the bed. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her lacy knickers and looked up at her.

“I'm going to take these off, now, Hermione,” he said gently, “I need to taste you. I want to drive you crazy. I want you to know what it feels like to come from my mouth on you.”

Hermione trembled at his words. She could feel the wetness between her legs, the tingling feeling she was familiar with but it had never felt this intense before. She nodded again and raised her hips as he slid her knickers off. She kicked them away and lay beneath him in naked glory, waiting. Harry began to breathe hard as he slid down between her legs. He gently parted her legs and licked his lips in anticipation. Her soft brown curls tickled his lips as he leaned down to taste her for the first time. His tongue darted out as he swept it over the little bundle of nerves that rested there. Hermione moaned and twitched her hips as he began to lick her. Long, deep strokes, over and over until she was dripping with her juices. He sucked and licked, relishing in the sweet tangy taste of her.

“Sweet Merlin, Hermione, you taste so good,” he said, “I never knew you could taste this good.”

Hermione felt a tightening in her belly. The tingling intensified as Harry continued to bury his mouth in her curls, his tongue pressing firm strokes over and over, until finally when she began to moan and writhe, he knew she was getting close. He concentrated on her clit, nipping it and then biting it gently, holding on to her bucking hips.

“Oh, Harry,” she gasped, “oh, my God, I'm going to...” She thrashed about on the bed, her hands clutching at the sheets, her head thrown back. She bit her lip and arched upward, then reached down to press Harry's head against her harder.

“Oh, Harry, more, please, more, I need...I need,” she said weakly.

Harry knew what she needed, he grabbed her hips and pulled her to him, his mouth working furiously over her, licking her as fast as he could. She was there, he knew she was coming. She arched up again and her legs began to shake. She screamed suddenly and stiffened.

“Oh, God, oh Harry,” she cried out, “Awww....” Harry held on for dear life as her orgasm swept over her. She was so wet, he could hardly keep his mouth on her. He carefully reached in to push two of his fingers into her, feeling her spasms grip his fingers. He didn't go in far, just enough to stretch her a little. Hermione pushed against his fingers, crying in pleasure. He eased her down to the bed again as her orgasm spent itself. She lay there gasping, her breasts heaving up and down. Finally she opened her eyes and stared up at him. He smiled down at her, then leaned down to kiss her. She opened her mouth to him, tasting her juices and she thought it was the most erotic kiss she'd ever had.

“Oh, Harry, that was amazing. I really have no words to tell you how that felt.” Hermione said.

“You don't have to say anything. I could tell. And I think you'll be wanting to do that again.” Harry grinned.

“Oh, you can be sure of that,” Hermione said, “you have the most amazing mouth, did you know that?”

“Thank you,” Harry said, “I'm rather fond of yours as well. Hermione, I'd really like for you to touch me. I'm hard as a rock here and I'd really like to get out of these pants. I don't want you to be nervous. We'll take this as slow as you want.”

“It's okay, Harry,” Hermione said, biting her lip nervously, “I really want to see you, to touch you.”

Harry sat up and slid his pants down over his hips, his erection springing free. He turned a little and wiggled out of his pants. Hermione sat up a little and stared at him for a moment. Her eyes shifted downward until she was staring at It. Harry shifted a little as she continued to stare. “Um, Hermione,” Harry said, “You're really checking me out...that makes a guy a little nervous...is it..you know..satisfactory?”

Hermione looked up at him and blinked. “Oh, Harry,” she said, “I'm sorry...I didn't mean to stare...it's just...it's wonderful, it's perfect, but it's just...well, it's so big! Is that supposed to fit inside me?” She looked like a little girl for a moment, her lip trembling, her finger twirling one of her curls. Harry felt his heart swell with love. She was so innocent. So Hermione.

He pulled her into a hug. “Oh, Hermione, I'll fit. We were made for each other, don't you know that? I promise I'll go slow, I'd never hurt you. But I need to be inside you. I need for us to be as one. I need to know you're mine.”

“Oh, Harry, I'm yours. That you can be sure of. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound so silly. I want you as much as you want me. I need to feel you inside me, too.” Hermione said, “Can I touch you?” She hesitantly reached for him.

Harry leaned back, his erection long and hard. Hermione looked at it intently and circled her hand around it. Harry nearly came at the feel of her soft hand on his rock-hard cock. He had so long wanted to feel her touch him there. She had touched him through his pants many times but the feeling of skin on skin was amazingly better. She began to stroke him gently. She was amazed at the feeling, velvety hardness. She felt it pulse slightly against her palm. Harry's eyes widened when she suddenly leaned down to flick her tongue at the drop of moisture that appeared on the head. She tasted it, then wrapped her mouth around it, her hand beginning to pump slightly harder. Ginny's lessons were definitely worth it. She could do this. And it was a lot more fun than a banana. It was warm and soft and he tasted so sweet and salty at the same time. Harry moaned as she tried to take him in even further, her mouth so wet and hot. This was better than he imagined. His Hermione, sucking him like this. It felt so good, he wanted for her to keep going but he knew he wouldn't last. And he really wanted to be inside her when he came.

“Hermione,” he croaked, “I need you to stop. It feels amazing and you're very good at this but I want to be inside you.”

Hermione popped him out and looked up at him. “You really think I'm good at this?” she asked, “I've never done this before but Ginny explained it....never mind.”

“Oh, yeah, I really think you're good at this,” Harry said, “and I want you to have a lot of practice but right now, I really, really, need to make love to you, Hermione.”

Hermione slid her hand off him and she leaned back into the pillows. Harry positioned himself over and leaned down to kiss her.

“Relax, okay?” he whispered, “I promise to go slow. Talk to me, tell me how it feels.”

“I will, Harry,” she said, “I'm ready. I love you.”

“I love you,” Harry said. He positioned himself between her legs and gently nudged her with his knee. “Open your legs, darling, just a bit more.” He leaned down to kiss her again, stroking her hair, murmuring softly to her. “It's all right, I just want to love you.”

Hermione opened her legs and wrapped her arms around his back. She was breathing hard, Harry could feel her heart thumping against his chest. He was having a hard time keeping himself from plunging right into her. His arms were shaking with the effort but he gently began to enter her tight heat. He kept his eyes trained on hers, watching her as he eased slowly inside her. She was so tight, so hot, he'd never felt such pleasure. He inched in slowly, filling her, stretching her. Hermione squeezed his arms with her hands, her fingers digging in as he reached a point where he felt resistance. He stopped, leaned down to kiss her, hard. Then he pushed forward again, a little harder, breaking through the resistance. Hermione gasped against his mouth, pulling back just a little.

“It's all right, darling, it's all right. Relax, it'll get better in a minute.” Harry said quietly. He waited, wanting to push himself deep into her. He felt her begin to relax.

Hermione couldn't believe the feeling. When he first began to push into her, it felt strange. Like she was being torn, stretched like a tight string. But it filled her with an amazing feeling. He was so warm, pulsing, so soft yet so hard. She couldn't help but stiffen when he reached her maidenhead. She felt him stop, then he was kissing her, then he was pushing again. She felt the sharp sting and she gasped, pulling back. She didn't mean to, it just felt instinctive. She clutched at his arms, wanting the pain to stop, waiting for the pleasure. And then it came. She relaxed and she felt...complete. This was where he was meant to be. This was where she wanted him always. Joined together. They were one.

Harry began to pull back gently, then he thrust into her a little faster. She felt smoother, wetter this time and he slid in and out easily as she relaxed in his arms. He couldn't believe how good it felt. It was better than anything he'd felt in his life. This was going to be his happiest memory, he felt he could produce a Patronus that would defeat a thousand Dementors. She filled him with such love, such pleasure. He looked down at her face, she was gazing back at him, love in her eyes as he pushed in and out. Every stroke seemed to say the same thing...I love you, I love you, I love you.

He changed the angle a bit, pulling her legs up around his waist. She began to push back against him, losing herself in the pleasure. She closed her eyes for a moment, Harry threw his head back and began to pound into her a little harder. She moaned and clenched around him. He looked down at her, making sure he wasn't hurting her. She opened her eyes and smiled.

“It's good, Harry, it's good,” she said breathlessly, “you feel so good inside me.”

“Hermione,” he said, gasping, “I'm getting close, do you think...are you going to?”

“I think so, Harry, I'm not sure. Just keep going, just let go, it feels wonderful.” she said.

Harry held onto her hips and thrust in and out of her, grazing her clit the best he could. He wanted her to come, too. He knew it might not happen for her the first time but he was sure going to try and make it happen. He could feel her beginning to tighten around him and he quickened the pace, trying desperately not to come just yet. Hermione began to gasp and arched her hips tighter towards him, her hands grabbing at the sheets again.

“Come on, baby,” he growled, “let it go. Come, Hermione, come for me.”

He felt her clench around him and then he felt the spasms, grabbing him, milking him. She was so very wet...so hot. He couldn't hold back any longer. He let out a loud groan and slammed into her hard, feeling his release. She screamed beneath him and cried out, “Harry, oh Harry...” He couldn't believe the waves of pleasure that overpowered him, he jerked and gasped as he emptied himself inside of her. This was where he belonged. This was his home.

He collasped against her, holding her, kissing her face, kissing her mouth.

“Oh, Hermione,” he breathed, “I love you, I love you so much. That was beyond amazing. You were amazing.”

“Harry, my Harry,” she said softly, “I can't believe I was ever worried. I should have known you would make it perfect for me.”

“My Hermione. My wife, now and for always...” Harry said, pulling her close.

“My husband...” Hermione said, brushing his hair out of his eyes.

“Ready for some of that champagne?” Harry asked.

“Maybe one glass. Then we can save the rest for....later.” Hermione smiled.

Oh yeah, it was going to be a great honeymoon.