Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor am I an AFI band member.
Rating: NC17
Author's Note: Here is the love scene. The title for chapter two was meant to be like that; it's not the title of the song.
Love In Winter
Hermione welcomed the tingling sensation his fingers had as he traced her face. She didn't resist the soft sigh or the moan that emerged. She let her eyes flutter open.
"I've been waiting all my life for this."
"I'm here now, Harry. Always."
That had been an incentive to hold her closer and claim her lips as his. They explored the new territory that was now them. He parted her lips, seeking more of her taste. It was not a sweet kiss, but one of salvation and desperation. To let them taste the reality of their new found love.
Cautiously, Harry pulled her towards his bed. She had no idea as to what they were doing or were about to do. Would it ruin their friendship? For the first time in her life, Hermione told herself not to think. She had to feel. That's how love was after all, wasn't it?
"Stop thinking."
She should have been offended by what Harry had said. However, she knew that he didn't mean it as a rude remark. He was only trying to help.
"You're over analyzing this, us," she noticed she really liked the sound of that when he said it. "Nothing bad is going to happen and even if something were to, I will never regret this. I promise you that. Hermione, you are the most important thing in my life and I really can't imagine a day without you being there."
She smiled, holding her tears back. It would be too girlish if she had started crying and it would have freaked out Harry; probably making him think that he had done something wrong. Now, she didn't know what to do next. "Harry?"
"Yes?"
"Are we really going to do this?" She knew it was a rhetorical question. Hermione obviously felt the growing bulge poking her stomach. She jumped a little inside knowing she had been the cause of his reaction.
"Only if you really want to and know you're ready. I-I don't want to pressure you or anything. I can wait, I swear I can. You don't have-"
"I want to."
He smiled genuinely. "I want to too."
"Okay."
"Okay," Harry nodded reassuringly. "We should probably go to the bed."
"We should."
They climbed the bed and even though they were sure they wanted to do this, they were still shy about it. Hermione thought that she should act first and started to unbutton her shirt.
"No."
She wanted love, I taste of blood.
She looked up startled. Maybe Harry had realized that he didn't want her, after all. "Le-let me do it." He was careful in the process and she loved him for it because it gave her time to grasp the idea and forget about her shyness. Suddenly, she became very aware of her body. What if he didn't like the way she looked? His expression told her otherwise.
She didn't know she could get so aroused by the touch of his fingers just tracing the patterns of her bra. "How do you work this thing?" She took his hands and helped him unclasp her bra.
"I'll get better at it."
It was a promised for future times. For other times.
The fabric fell from her shoulders onto the mattress. She wanted to see his expression, but he was looking down at them. Did he think they were too small? Too big? And what of her scar? Did he think it was ugly? Harry!
"They're perfect," he traced the scar and smiled at her, "you're perfect."
And he meant it by the way he took hold of them and started to caress her skin like a special silk.
She moaned and threw her head back, savoring the moment. His lips were on her once again. She didn't know how strong she had missed the pressure on her lips. He pushed her down to the bed. Slowly kissing her way down her body, Harry started pushing her pajama pants.
Hermione started to pull Harry's shirt. It wasn't fair for him to be the only one enjoying the view. Once off, she marveled at the way his scars seemed to hug his body. She found them fascinating, as if every single one of them was meant to be there for her fingers to worship.
"Make love to me, Harry."
She bit my lip and drank my warmth from years before.
Despite the temperature of the room, Harry felt warm in her arms. He pushed his pants down along with his trousers.
Hermione didn't have to look down to know it was big, not horrendously big, but it was. She couldn't control herself, she had to touch him.
He grunted at the touch. "Please don't."
She looked confused. Weren't men supposed to like that?
Harry laughed despite the situation. Her face was priceless; she looked like she was analyzing an Arithmancy problem. "I really liked the feel of that," he blushed, "but I'm afraid that if you continue that, we might not go far behind."
"Oh," Hermione's face illuminated with knowledge. Any sort of information given to Hermione was powerful knowledge. "Okay."
"But, I mean, we can work on it later so I can improve as well. I reckon if we practice, it won't happen."
"You're a smart man, Mister Potter."
"I'd like to think the woman I love is smarter than me."
"Well said," she pulled him towards her for one more kiss. "I'm ready."
Harry removed her cotton knickers, slowly sliding them down her legs. He positioned himself at her entrance and pushed.
He hated this waiting. She was tight, warm, wet, and Hermione. It was odd to think this new sensation was familiar. He saw Hermione and waited for her to get used to him inside of her. She shifted under him and it only made it harder for him to not just push himself all the way into her.
"Okay."
He pulled himself away from her to go in deeper. Her moans just gave him more confidence to push her barrier and drive deep into her.
"Harry!"
He was close, but he wanted to bring her to her climax first. He kept pushing deeper and before he came, he took one of her hands and placed them between them. "This. Is. Us."
"Harry," it was a sigh and he felt her body trembled when she came. He didn't bother on the fact that she was pinning on to him, or that her nails were hurting his back.
Soon after, Harry followed her, "Hermione!" He deprived her of oxygen, as he claimed her lips in a furious kiss of completion.
In the early dusk of a December morning, they became silhouettes.
Love like Winter
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/hides/ I know! It was a love scene. If you want something more, then check my other story. Now there you can find more than love…er.. yeah.
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