Need

Hiya! Well, this is my first one-shot so I would really appreciate some comments and criticism is always welcomed. If you don't like hot, fluffy stuff don't even waste your time here…if you do then I hope you like it. I'm still writing Best Friends, and I hope you guys can check it out for me too. I needed a little break to clear my head for the next chapter of Best Friends, which I want it to be perfect since so many of my readers seemed to be confused, so, I thought I would rest by writing this.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and its characters do not belong to me. I sure wish they did `cause then we would all see a little more romance in there. Lol. Anywho, Harmony all the way!!!

Sry. I couldn't help myself. I'll stop now.

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This story has no real plot but it takes place two years after the defeat of Voldemort. The Trio moved into a flat together after Hogwarts.

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NEED

By Rodare

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“Hermione?” Harry called walking into the room.

Hermione turned away from the glasses she was washing to face him and to her infinite surprise he met her lips with his. He pulled her against his body tightly in the process.

He kissed her with such desperation and passion it left her breathless. He ravaged and possessed her mouth making her knees go literally weak. She clutched to him for support unconsciously and her fingers dug into his hips without notice.

She moaned helplessly into his mouth and he pulled slightly back. Both had ragged breaths but their eyes, especially Harry's, were filled with need.

“I need you,” he said pressing his forehead against hers as he fought to restrain himself. “Hermione, please.”

“Make me yours then,” she whispered not stopping to think about anything but the love and desire she had felt for years for the man standing before her. She had almost given up hope in ever having him kiss her like that much less him asking her to be his. She didn't care if it was all lust to him. Lust was better then no feelings at all. His bright green eyes glowed with the strange glint of magic and burned bright by his desire. “Make me yours, Harry.”

“Mione,” he murmured and she could feel the hopeful beat of her heart at the tenderness with which he called her. He groaned and as if he was released from a chain he went at her with an almost unrestrained passion.

He kissed her again almost forcing her mouth open with his tongue. His hands went up and fisted in her hair. His body pressed her against the sink so that she was trapped by the cool metal behind her and the burning heat of his body in front of her

She moaned into his mouth once more. The sound was as much of surrender as of triumph. He released her mouth as he traced her jaw line with his tongue and kisses. His hands dropped from her hair to her shoulders smoothly, and as he took her lips again, they moved to her breasts. He cupped and squeezed them through the fabric of her clothes with a groan. She moaned softly and threw her head back slightly.

“Herms!” someone yelled loudly outside a little far off from the front steps by the sound of it. Her eyes, which she could not recall closing flew, open even as Harry nibbled her ear while his hands kept up their glorious torture on her breasts.

“Harry, it's Luna,” she said half-heartily pushing her hands against his chest. She suddenly came to her senses and realized where they were and what they were doing. She pushed him back a little more. “Harry, they're back.”

“Fuck,” he cursed laying his sweaty face against the crook of her neck as his hands dropped helplessly to his sides. She wrapped her arms around his waist in support and he shuddered.

“Watch your tongue,” she reprimanded. She smiled at his choice of words and kissed his cheek gently. He groaned as soft running footsteps came closer. “Go upstairs. I'll meet you there in a minute. I'll get rid of them.”

“Really?” he asked raising his head to look at her. She smiled nodding as she kissed his lips slightly. “But just one minute.”

“Yep, just one minute,” she agreed.

He smiled shattering the last remnants of doubt in Hermione's heart and kissed her softly. He pulled back and walked away just as their visitors reached the door. She quickly fixed her clothes and smoothed her raven hair again as she moved to the door.

“Hello!” Luna said brightly standing behind Lavender and Ginny as Hermione opened the door.

“Hermione!” both women said excitedly at the same time.

“Hey,” Hermione answered with a grin after kissing her friends in greeting. “You guys came back earlier then I thought from the store. Where are the others?”

“Haven't gone yet,” Luna said and Lavender grinned.

“Yeah, we're going on to Diagon Alley first. My dear husband is going to buy me a present for making me mad this morning” Ginny continued excitedly. “Then Draco taking us to the store after to buy the stuff for breakfast.”

“That's why we came back,” Lavender said. “You and Harry wanna come? We'll get the groceries done after, okay? Draco and the guys are waiting in the car.”

“That's fine, but Harry's not feeling up to it this morning,” Hermione lied quickly. She felt like the worst thing that had ever crawled on earth doing it. “I'm gonna make him…some tea or something.”

“You look a bit flushed yourself now that you mention it, you know?” Luna said with a slight bit of suspicion in her voice. “Everything's fine in there, Herm?”

“It's all just fine,” Hermione said with a nervous smile. “It's just hot in there. I'll turn the fans on.”

“Hey girls, go tell the Draco we're leaving,” Ginny said. Luna frowned and muttered something with the dreamy look back in her bright blue eyes, but Lavender nodded taking her hand, and they left at a run. Ginny turned towards Hermione and raised her eyebrows slightly. “Is he sick? Hurt? Or, he's just being a pain is the ass again? He's not trying to avoid us again is he?”

“No, don't worry,” Hermione said shaking her head. She knew why the red head was worried. Harry had been more than a little strange in the last two weeks and no one, not even Hermione, had known why. “He'll be just fine by the time you guys come back. He just needs some time, Ginny. He had a rough night yesterday. He came home late. The Aurors were sent to raid one of the last Death Eaters. One of them got hurt and you know how he always feels that he could have done better. We'll make lunch as soon as you guys come back.”

“You sure?” Ginny asked and Hermione nodded again. Ginny grinned and kissed Hermione's cheek. “We'll be back in two or three hours.”

“Have fun,” Hermione said. Ginny nodded and walked off at a run. Hermione smiled and closed the door quickly. She sighed feeling guilty as she pressed her forehead against the closed door.

“That took more than a minute,” Harry said wrapping his arms around her as he kissed the back of her neck. She jumped a bit in surprise but turned with a smile forgetting every trace of guilt in an instance. “I need you so bad, Hermione.”

“I need you too,” she answered as he pressed her against the door feasting his mouth on her. She moaned gently and shuddered. “But not …here. Let's go…upstairs…please.”

“Okay,” he groaned nibbling on her neck.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her up from the floor with ease as if she weighed nothing. She laughed against his mouth as they made their way like two stumbling drunks. Harry's hands never stopped their exploring. He touched her in a way that made her feel like no man had ever made her feel. He was always touching, touching until every inch of her felt as if it was electrified. He touched until even the brush of clothes had her head spinning in anticipation and need.

She pushed opened the door to her room as he pressed her against the wall to suck on her earlobe gently. He shook his head and dragged her across the hall toward his room.

“No,” he muttered. “In my room, in my bed…”

All she could do was hold on as the storm of his passion blew her along for the ride. He kicked the door open and slammed it closed without looking back, as he dragged her toward his large bed.

He pushed her into it gently, or as gently as he was capable of in that instant, before he quickly straddled her. He finally pulled his mouth away from her for a second to let her breathe.

She looks so beautiful, he thought. Her eyes were bright with passion and he could see her trembling under him. In her eyes, he saw confusion, as if her brain had still not caught up with her body, and he smiled. If only people knew what it took to make Hermione Granger lose her mind. Nevertheless, he also saw anticipation and desire in her chocolate gaze. He saw love.

In those seconds, that were no more than an instant, when their eyes met, Hermione looked into the eyes of the only man that she ever loved. In those brilliant emerald eyes, she saw a wild beast ready to burst free, and yet, there was also care and tenderness underneath it. That warmth was what was keeping him from letting in to raw passion. In his green gaze, which had mesmerized him since they were children, incredibly more than his reputation as the boy who lived, she saw a different kind of love for her that had nothing to do with being friends. In that single moment she knew that she could not ask for anything more.

They both found exactly what they wanted. Their bodies quivered at the same time, and the could hold back no longer. He took her mouth in his and both moaned in triumph.

After a moment he pulled back to unzip her jacket with a surprisingly steady hand. the sound and the movement had her moaning again, without him even having to touch her. He smiled slightly at her reaction, even more as he slipped his large calloused hands under her shirt and she trembled at his touch. He bent over her, nibbling her ear, as he undid her bra from under her shirt. He fumbled a little but in a few seconds, he threw it aside to join her jacket in a pile by the bed.

He ravaged her mouth again, keeping his hands on her flat, firm stomach until she moaned again holding tightly to his arms. He pulled away and without as much as a warning, he ripped her blouse open, as he watched her. Hermione gasped in surprise but her eyes closed on their own accord as she finally felt his hands on her breasts. Another loud moan escaped her and she threw her head back slightly. Harry felt his arousal increase amazingly, as he heard her and he grinned.

He had never felt so much satisfaction in his life as he was having right now, as he brought down every wall of his best friend's control. Pulling back slightly he watched her as he moved his thumbs over her pebble-hard, erect nipples, never stopping his torture. The sight would have made any man's heart stop.

She was squirming in pleasure under him. Her brown curls spread on the bed acting like a frame to her beautiful face, while her deep, brown eyes were glazed over in pleasure. She kept a weak hold a little above his wrists with her hands. From his position he had an eagle's eye view of his large hands cupping and squeezing her perfectly round, firm breast, making her writhe and quiver.

“I've never wanted anybody so bad in my life,” he told her breathlessly as he watched her rise. That's when realization hit him, the point of no return when he finally accepted what he had denied for years. The thing that had been clawing at his insides for the past few weeks. The reason of why he had been thinking about his best friend in very un-platonic ways night and day, when he was awake, and when he was asleep. Then he knew exactly why he had Hermione Jane Granger underneath him writhing in pleasure on his bed. Because he loved her.

The one woman that he had never allowed himself to wish for, was the one that he had fallen in love with. Thank Merlin that he wasn't sane any longer or he would have died right then.

Before he could take it all in, Hermione groaned and as if she had found some missing strength, she raised her hands, grasping the back of his hair roughly. Then unexpectedly she pushed his head downward, not to her lips, but to her chest.

He pushed aside his sudden realization, knowing fully well that at the first opportunity he got he was going to tell her. He had pressing matters to attend to, specifically, keeping the woman in question satisfied.

He grinned to himself for his brilliancy, as she gasped loudly once he complied taking her right nipple in his mouth. He suckled lightly while he kept his left hand busily giving her other breast equal attention. She whimpered and moaned loudly, and pulled him roughly back up to her lips. He matched her kissed with the same need that seemed to pour out of her.

“Fuck,” she cursed in frustration. He pulled back to stare at her. Never in the nine years of knowing her had he ever heard her swear. She took his moment of distraction as a chance to flip them over.

She smiled in a way that made him hard with need as she straddled him. She muttered a spell flicking her fingers and the rest of her clothes, along with all of his, disappeared. He gasped as he felt her naked body against his for the first time in their lives. She smiled appreciatively as she ran her palms over the muscles of his abdomen. He groaned and closed his eyes as she bent over, pressing her firm breasts against his chest, while she nibbled his ear.

“Auror training did you good,” she whispered. She licked the outside of his ear, letting her hands explore his fit, taut body.

“Mione,” he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut unconsciously as she reached between them to grip his hard manhood. She caressed his tip, smiling as she found him already wet. He quivered in restraint against her hand. “Mione, please.”

“I want it hard,” she whispered in his ear huskily as he moaned with need. She squeezed him a little before releasing her hold on him. he moaned her name again as she rubbed her hips against him. “I want it fast, Harry.”

His eyes snapped open and flashed with the glow of his magic as he grabbed her hips. As soon as she finished her sentence, he thrust to the hilt into her warm, tight, wet, awaiting body.

She keened, arching her back in pleasure. Then she made a sound that sounded almost like a purr, but it was so seductive that it almost brought him over the edge, as she rose over him. She kept her hands against his muscled stomach as his fingers dug into her hips. Then she began to move.

It was instant ecstasy. She moved hard and fast, proving that her lithe, toned body was not only for show. He was pleasantly surprised to find her matching him thrust for thrust. She was bringing him and herself pleasure as she moved up and down, back and forth, harder and faster each time. He had never seen anything like her. She was in control as she always liked to be in every aspect of her life. She looked gorgeous, invincible, and perfect. She looked like a goddess.

She moaned, groaned, and purred deliciously as she moved. After, a while, as he of watching her he noticed how glazed her chocolate eyes were. She was so drunk in pleasure that she began to slow down.

“Harry…I …I can't,” she managed, panting as drops of sweat rolled freely down their bodies. She almost cried in desperation as she rested her forehead against his chest, valiantly still thrusting her hips against his.

“Let me,” Harry answered flipping them over quickly with ease. He kissed her lovingly and began to thrust into her swiftly.

“Oh, God!” Hermione cried as Harry pounded into her again and again. The bed groaned under the strain unnoticed. Her nails were digging into his back painfully, but they were ignored. She never thought that it was possible to feel so much at a time. “Faster. Harder.”

He complied instantly and he felt her hands drop to the bed, unable to hold on to him any longer, as her brain was drugged in ardor. He pounded into her mercilessly, as he finally gave in to the wild side of him that only she could have, and would ever, liberated.

She clutched the sheets in her fists, trying helplessly to clutch to some of her sanity, but she was beyond that point the instant that his lips had touched hers for the first time. She could hear someone beg for more and more without realizing that it was her own voice.

Harry felt even his magical side, which he had developed during the war, the side that always kept him alert, completely drunk, as he thrust in and out of her Hermione. He couldn't take it any longer and judging by her loud cries then she couldn't either. He thrust as hard and as deep as he could in one final thrust that sent them toppling over the edge.

“Hermione,” he groaned loudly. His vision went black as he spilled into her.

“Oh, Harry!” she screamed at the same time, reaching her own climax. It was incredible.

Hermione's back arched, and she shuddered again and again, as his seed spilled into her body. Minutes later, they both collapsed into the bed, their bodies glistening with sweat, both breathless, panting, and gloriously exhausted.

After, a few minutes, Harry raised his head from Hermione's chest, were he had been listening to her rapid beating heart as he tried to regain enough strength to move. He smiled seeing the peaceful, sated look on her face. He brushed a strand of hair out of her face, and she opened her eyes.

“Hey,” she whispered still a little out of breath, but with a smiled.

“Hey,” he answered bending down to kiss her tenderly. She closed her eyes again and she shuddered in the aftermath of her orgasm. She moaned and he pulled away from her lips smiling. “Mione?”

“Uhmm?” she asked gathering enough strength to wrap her arms around his neck to tangle in his wet hair.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked. She smiled slowly and opened her glinting eyes.

“Oh, Mr. Potter,” she answered meeting his hypnotic emerald gaze. “If that was pain, then I'm becoming a sadist because that was abso-bloody-lutely fantastic, and I loved it. I never thought it could be this good.”

“You're amazing,” he said, loving the blush that crept to her already flushed face. “I never thought it could be this good, either.”

“Uhmm,” she said again. He found it adorable how the eloquent Hermione Granger could be reduced to mere sound of agreement. He shifted slightly to look at her properly, and since he was still inside of her, he pushed into her unintentionally. She gasped and another pleasurable shock went through her.

“Sorry,” he said quickly. She blinked and shook her head as she caught her breath again.

“No problem,” she managed breathlessly. “Anytime.”

“Is that a promise?” he asked, and she smiled as she licked her swollen lips. “Mione, I love you. I think I've always had, but I was too stupid to accept it.”

“Huh?” she asked completely surprised. She blinked, trying to bring her brain into gear as he kissed her senseless once more. She pushed his bangs away from his eyes as he pulled away from her lips. “I've always loved you, too, Harry. You're the only one I've ever loved. You're the only one I'll ever love.”

“That's good,” he said making her complain and pout cutely, as he slid out of her. He slid down to rest his head on her tummy as he stayed between her legs. He wrapped his arms around her, wanting to be surrounded by her. “Because I'm never letting go of you.”

“I'll give you twenty minutes, Mr. Potter,” she said massaging his scalp as he kissed her abs lovingly. “Then I'm going to wake you up, so, you can prove your love to me again, Harry.”

“Give me ten,” he answered closing his eyes as she laughed gently. He grinned for a second at the magnitude of his good luck. Thousands would kill to be him in that second, and still she had chosen him. He clutched her tight before exhaustion claimed his body.

“I'll never let you go, either,” she whispered as she felt him breathe calmly against her. She waved her hand at his door, which locked, she dimmed the lights with another flick of her fingers, and with another wave, she summoned a blanket over their naked bodies. She grinned to herself before she settled against him.

Albus Dumbledore had been a wise man. Love was indeed, the best magic in the world.

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