Well, as promised, here's Chapter Six. The transition didn't work as well as I would have liked from the last chapter but oh well.
I'd like to say a special thanks to vlbuehle. He/she has made it a point to review on each chapter and I've found his/her opinions to be quite helpful and respectful.
I'll warn everyone now: this chapter gets us very, very well in to the NC17 rating. If you've been reading up 'til now and doubting whether I'd get to this point or not I have. Hopefully everyone will like it. If you don't... oh well. ^_^ I'd also like to say that the next couple (few?) chapters are going to be a bit of a trip.
R, r & r. Enjoy!
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"Oh Merlin, don't remind me! I'm still so embarrassed about that. I don't know how I let Ginny talk me in to it."
"I'm glad she did. I got to see a side of you I'd never seen before. You looked smashing. If Ron hadn't hit on the same thing I did so much faster I think I would have been in his place."
"You liked it?" she pondered out loud. "I didn't think you would. Ginny wanted me to do it for Ron. He'd been going on about me non-stop and Ginny decided that if neither of us was going to do anything about it she would. So she did, and so we were."
They pored over this for a little while. It was Harry who broke their reverie. "I don't think I've seen you look more beautiful than you did that night. You had grown in to yourself so much at that point. You looked irresistible! Your hair, your stomach, your legs..." Hermione was blushing furiously.
"I didn't look that good in it. The halter didn't fit right. And Ginny refused to let me wear a bra and knickers! She said it'd ruin it!"
"I knew you weren't wearing a bra, but no knickers! So that's why your arse looked so good..." She shot him a cold stare, but it wasn't without some playfulness behind it. He smacked her bottom playfully. "Yeah, that outfit was fantastic. You looked like one of those anime girls from Japan."
Now she was beet red, and she could feel it. She covered her face with her hands and moaned regretfully in to her palms. "God, I didn't think it would have that effect on anyone! It was just me, after all. Just plain old Hermione in a different wrapper."
"You're everything but plain" Harry said, pulling her hands from her face. His expression was serious. "You really don't know how beautiful you are, do you? Nobody compares to you, nobody. Not even 'Phlegm'." He chuckled at the reference, but his face remained steel.
She felt her eyes grow moist at this sentiment. "You really find me that attractive?"
"You have no idea" he said. He bent forward and kissed her, sweetly and softly. "I would give everything in the world just to see you walk in to a room, your smile lighting the whole place." She was crying, but her face was happy. "I love you, Hermione Jane Granger, with all my heart."
She was stunned. Nobody, not even Ron, had ever spoken to her like this. She realized Harry had her on a very high pedestal. She was certain that, were it a real spire, not even a broom could reach her. But she would always come down to find him. "And I love you, Harry James Potter." She leaned in to him and met his lips with a passionate kiss.
They lost themselves in each other's arms for a while. Their hands began to explore their bodies, roaming where they never had before. Just when they started to get very in to each other Harry broke their embrace. He rolled her off of him to stand and looked down at a very stunned Hermione.
"You're coming with me" said a very hungry looking Harry. He bent down and placed one hand behind her knees, the other behind her shoulders, moving her hand to the back of his neck. She instinctively locked her fingers behind his neck, placing him in a loose hug. He effortlessly lifted her from the sofa until her whole weight was in his arms. Despite her size and build she felt feather light in his arms. Her body was the perfect size for his frame. She kissed him deeply as he walked towards the stairs.
Up he went as though carrying nothing more than a child, up to his room. The place was decorated with deep crimson and brilliant gold without being gaudy. All of the metal pieces in the room were either silver or gold. There was a king size, mahogany four poster in the center of the room, draped with a patterned silk curtain, good for nothing more than keeping bugs out if the window was open. There were planters just outside of two large sitting windows and they brought in the scent of Orchids and Chrysanthemums. Harry set her down on the bed and slid himself on top of her.
She felt his weight settle all over her. His muscles were well developed and she felt each one flex as he contorted his body. His skin was hot and moist and felt very well toned under his shirt. "Yep, that has to go" she said as she retrieved the bottom of his shirt with her hands. She pulled it up over his head and regarded his frame. He knelt on the bed, straddling her hips while she regarded his frame. She ran her hands from his shoulders to his chest, tracing the line of every muscle. He was enjoying this attention very much. She continued down to his stomach, tracing her hands along his abs and finding the hem of his boxers peeking just above his shorts.
She ran her hands gently along the rib of the elastic around his back, then ran them slowly up his back, sitting up as she did so. She dug her nails in to his shoulder, making him arch his back in pain and lust. She rolled him over and came to rest on top of him, collapsing on his chest. She began kissing him at his neck, just behind his ear. She traced her tongue down his collarbone to his nipple, making a small circle around it and eliciting a moan from him. He'd had enough of being teased, now it was her turn.
He grabbed her by the shoulders roughly, though not with malice, and sat her upright. She saddled on to his hips, giving a little shimmy on his groin. This pushed his enthusiasm and she grinned mischievously. He ran his fingers along the inside of her blouse until he reached the first button. He undid it slowly, making as much contact with the crease between her breasts as possible. He continued to undo the other two buttons she had done up, taking a great deal of time on each, until he freed the last one.
He ran his hand over her flat, toned stomach, and marveled at the art in front of him. He thanked whatever god was out there at the moment for the things he was about to do to this beautiful woman. He pulled her blouse off to expose her bra. She took the initiative and unhooked the clasp in the back, letting the straps hang free from her shoulders. She crossed her arms in front of her and slid her index fingers under the material at her shoulders, sliding it down her arms.
She was enjoying the look on his face. It was hungry, almost feral in it's intensity, and she knew she was ruling this particular moment. She cupped her breasts and bent down to his face. She kissed him deeply and bit his lower lip softly, using it like a leash to sit him up. It wasn't until his gaze was level with hers that she let her hands fall, exposing the flesh beneath. He looked down slowly, regarding each inch of newly exposed flesh, until his eyes reached her breasts. He ran his hands, slowly, up her sides until he found the fleshy mounds nestled in his palms.
"Oh" she moaned as he took a nipple between each thumb and finger. He rolled them gently while suckling first her neck, then her collarbone. He worked his lips lower, kissing the whole way down. She was making very pleased noises the whole time, "Oh, yes", "Mmm", "Ahh". Each time his lips made contact with her skin she felt a small tingle at the spot. Her nipples were very hard when his lips found the first small bud. He took it between his lips and sucked it gently. "Oh, god yes, mmm" she moaned. She reached her hand behind his head and entwined her fingers in his hair.
When she could take no more she slid off of him, pulling him off the bed with her. She was standing in front of him now, half-naked and becoming slightly sweaty. His body glistened with moisture and his chest was slightly red. She ran her hands down his chest to his shorts. She kissed him hotly, wantonly, as she undid them and slipped her fingers inside his boxers. Her hand cupped his pelvis, searching out his hard manhood slowly. She found the root of his shaft and slid her fingers gently around it.
She tightened her grip and began to work her hand slowly back and forth along it's length. He had broken their kiss and was now moaning. "Hermione, oh, fuck, don't stop, please" he begged. She kissed his chest and sought out one of his nipples. She bit down gently, sending electricity through his trunk. "Oh god, please" he groaned in to her hair.
He wound his hands along her shoulders, down to her waist. He found the zipper on the back of her skirt and slid it down, loosening it. He loathed to do it at that moment but he pulled away from her slightly, causing her to lose her grip. He slid the skirt down over her arse, and let it fall to the floor. He grabbed her bottom, one cheek in each hand, and pulled her up. She jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist. He gripped her mouth with his and immediately sought out her tongue. They kissed each other, tongues as though in battle, furiously exploring each other's mouths.
He spun her around quickly and set her down on the bed, never once breaking contact. He pulled back and placed his hand on her shoulder, pushing her away. He slid his hand down along her neck, between her breasts and down her stomach. She lied back as he did this and placed her hands, outstretched, above her head and offered her whole body to him. "Do what you want to me, but you're mine next lover" she teased.
Urged on to his goal, he traced his fingers down her stomach, from her navel to her knickers. He traced the shape of a triangle in line with her curls, then found the mound of her nub behind the sheer material. He pressed his thumb on top of it and received a small gasp in return. "Ohh" she moaned quietly as he began to make small, circular motions around the small bit of flesh beneath his thumb. She arched her back, pressing herself against his thumb. Her breathing became ragged, coming in gasps each time he pressed right on the button.
He stopped his motions and ran his hands along the inside of her thighs, letting her recover slightly but leaving her momentarily frustrated. She relaxed back down on to the bed as he slipped his thumbs inside the strings of her knickers. He pulled gently until they release their grip around her thighs. She lifted her arse off of the bed and allowed him to pull the thin bit of material off of her legs, throwing them across the room. He kissed her thighs to halfway up until she parted her legs. He looked at what must be Nirvana, if the Buddhists were right. He kissed up the inside of her thighs until he tasted her, hot and sweet. He kissed slowly over every inch before finding that small bit of flesh and nerve again. "Sweet Morgana, don't stop" she was groaning, moving her hips around, trying to get him to latch on. He pulled her clit in to his mouth and ran his tongue over the nub, sending shivers along the length of her body. He pulled back and looked her in the face.
She was sweaty and breathing heavily. He traced his finger along her stomach, to the top of her thigh, and along the inside of her leg. He pushed gently against her folds, keeping her eyes locked with his the whole time. She licked her lips seductively and he slid is finger in slowly as she let her eyes slip closed and arched her back. He plied her depths with his finger and suckled on her clitoris. She was loudly moaning nonsense, just syllables and guttural groans. Her body started to shake and, without stopping his working between her thighs, he reached his free hand up and found her breast, cupping it and rolling her nipple. Her body tensed in ecstasy and she pulled his head further towards her with her legs and gripped his hair almost furiously. He continued his ministrations until she released him and she collapsed back on the bed, sweating. "Fuck, I haven't come like that for a long time."
He lied down next to her and ran his hands along her torso, stroking her skin and sending tingles along her spine. When she'd recovered some she reached her hand inside his boxers again, finding him quickly. She gripped it firmly and stroked the length. She pressed her thumb in the crease along the bottom and moved it slowly. "Oh god" he groaned. She turned him over on his back and kissed him, then pulled her lips from him and trailed kisses along his jaw and down to his neck and chest.
She slid along his body to kneel on the floor, her hand and lips never stopping. She slid her hands under his firm butt and grabbed the hem of his shorts. He shimmied in place and let her pull his remaining clothing off. "Oh Merlin, please don't stop" he groaned. His dick sprang free from it's binding and she stared at it as though an altar. She moved her hand along his shaft, stopping to give a small twist around the head at each stroke. She slid her shoulders along the inside of his legs until she was eye level with him.
She ran her tongue along the bottom from the base to the head before sinking her hot mouth around it. "Oh, holy hell!" he moaned loudly. "Don't fucking stop" he said looking down at her. She looked through her eyelashes at him before closing her eyes and taking all she could of him in to her mouth, which was a surprising amount. She began to work her mouth over his length. He was grinding his hips in circles, meeting each of her downward thrusts, though not to choke her. He was getting very close when she finally broke her hold on him.
"Oh fuck" he said, sweat falling from his brow. "I don't know where you learned to do that but I'm glad you did" he stated, smiling all the while.
"I could ask you the same thing" she said as she came up to eye level with him. "I haven't felt anything like that for a long time, and you're very good at it" she said as she cradled his balls in her hand. She let go and turned to look full faced at him while propping herself up on her elbows, exaggerating her cleavage. "Get further on to the bed" she said, a lustful look in her eyes. She slid off the bed and walked downstairs.
"Where are you going?" he asked, admiring her naked arse as she sidled across the room.
"Have to get something, back in a jif" she said.
He lay on his back and let his eyes close, thinking about the events of the last few minutes. He opened his eyes and realized the light had faded so the room was now very dark. This won't do he thought. He got up and walked over to his dresser, not being able to concentrate enough work wandlessly, and conjured a number of candles to light the room. "That's better" he said quietly. He heard Hermione coming back up the stairs and took his place back on the bed.
She walked in to the room, wand in hand. She walked over to the dresser and looked at herself in the mirror. Through the mirror he saw her place the tip of her wand on her stomach and her lips moved almost imperceptibly as she said the contraceptive charm she'd learned a long time ago. She set her wand next to his and turned to face him, not seeing the subtle, silverly glow that surrounded the wands imperceptibly. She got a wicked smile on her face and sprang for the bed, jumping and landing next to him. She pushed herself above him and lowered down to give him a very deep kiss.
He tasted something very, very sweet as she did this and he sucked her tongue. "Honey" he said after she'd pulled away. "That's a surprise".
"Little trick I came up with a while ago" she said as she smiled warmly down at him. Her hair was draped across her shoulders and fell on to his chest. "Did you like it?"
"It was... different. But very good" he said honestly, smiling brightly.
"I thought you'd like it, you're such a naughty little man." She grabbed him a little roughly and began to get him very, very hard again.
"Mmm" he moaned in to her shoulder. She'd got him worked up again in no time and she swung her leg over him. She settled down on to his waist and let go of him. She slid herself down until he landed right between her buttocks. She continued to look down at him as he looked up at her and rocked her pelvis forward and back, gliding his length between her cheeks. He began to meet her rhythm, making the movement more noticeable to them both. Her slickness was run all along his shaft, making him warm and slippery.
Her eyes were closed and she was experiencing every sensation as deeply as she could, concentrating only on the sensations. He reached his hand up to cup her breast in his hand and tilted his head up to suck on the nipple. She'd had enough foreplay, though. "I need you in me so bad. Do you want to be inside me?"
"Like I've never wanted anything else in my life" he replied.
She lifted herself up on to her knees and slid down until he was right under her. She grabbed his length and centered it on her opening. He grabbed her hips but didn't force her down. He let her take the lead. She lowered herself around him, enveloping him slowly until she was seated against his hips. She licked her lips as he sank in to her depths and he felt wet warmth slide down the whole length of him. Once he was all the way in she stayed still for a moment, getting use to this sensation.
"Oh my god, you feel so good" she said, encouraging him further. She looked in to his eyes and began to roll her hips lightly. He twitched the muscles in his pelvis, causing her to jump a little. "Holy... oh, Merlin!... where did you learn that?!" she moaned, sharply inhaling each time he flexed his muscles.
"My secret, darling" he said. She matched the muscle control and contracted around him, squeezing his whole length slightly. He gripped her hips lightly and she nodded. He began to guide her slowly, up and down, as she started to ride him. Her thrusts became quicker and deeper, him meeting her every downward motion with an upward thrust.
She leaned backwards slightly, grinding her most sensitive spot against his length. She began to buck harder and harder and he thought he might not be able to keep up. She stopped suddenly and looked down at him.
"Do you trust me" she said panting.
"Of course I do, otherwise I wouldn't find myself in such a compromising position, would I?"
"I guess not" she said as she bent down and kissed him roughly. She lifted herself off of him and he slipped out. He instantly missed the sensation, though not for long. She turned her back to him and straddled him again, affording a fantastic view of her arse. He grabbed her bottom and gave a squeeze.
"Fantastic idea" he said. She looked over her shoulder and grinned evilly.
She settled herself down on him again and he felt the familiar warm sensation envelop him. Then she leaned back until she was almost laying on top of him and she began to pump again. This was an entirely different sensation and he groaned in delight. "Oh Merlin, holy shit!" She laughed and moaned a the same time, a strange sound that made her sound wanton. She grabbed his hand and guided it up to her breast. He kneaded the flesh in his fingers and she moaned louder. "Oh my" she breathed as her pumping increased in intensity. He sat up under neath her and she ground down on to him.
He used the hand on her breast to guide her thrusts and he reached his other hand around her waist and down to find her button. He pushed hard and rubbed circles and she screamed in to the room. She was thrusting rapidly now, her arse fairly slamming on to his hips. He met her every thrust, his own climax rapidly approaching. He felt her body tense and she let out a long, guttural moan that became a scream quickly and mixed with broken exclamations as her orgasm overtook her. He continued to thrust until he broke free and his climax overtook him. He bit her shoulder lightly, making her cry again as he came inside her. He didn't stop until her body relaxed and she'd pumped him completely.
They collapsed back on to the bed in sweaty embrace, kissing each other softly.
"You are fantastic, you know" she said.
"Yeah, I know, but so are you" he replied.
"Cheeky little bastard." She planted a kiss on the tip of his nose. They lay there for some time, stroking each other, slowly getting worked up again. "Where's the bath, love?" she asked.
"In there" he nodded his head behind her.
"Oh. I think I need a shower." She kissed him softly and walked towards the bath, him staring at her backside as she walked away.
When she was halfway across the room he said "I think I do too."
She squealed with delight as he chased her in to the bath.
Neither of them noticed, as they passed the dresser, that their wands were no longer separated by it's length. Rather they were laying crossed in the center, as though they were coupled as well.
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Hermione woke slowly, the light from the sun just peeking over the top of the window sash and striking her and Harry's twisted forms in to sharp relief. With the color of the morning she was unable to tell where one of them began and the other ended.
Harry whispered something in his sleep and hugged her tighter, closing the imperceptible gap between them. Hermione smiled to herself, some half thought only barely touching her conciousness. My god, I'm in his bed. We slept together... A single tear slid out of her eye and moistened the pillow. But something doesn't feel right she admonished to herself. There was something prodding her mind, just at the back.
"What's wrong love?" Harry asked, alerting her to his being awake. She quickly wiped here eyes that had just begun to tear, but he was non-plussed. "Why are you crying Mione?"
"I'm not sure. I feel amazing, but something's off."
Harry reached around to where his glasses normally were but didn't find them. Being unable to see to find them he summoned his wand. "Accio glasses" he muttered. His glasses jumped to his hand from near the dresser. He set his wand down on the night stand and put his glasses on and regarded Hermione but was startled at her face. She looked absolutely mortified.
"Did you mean to summon my wand, Harry?"
"I didn't, I summoned mine" he said and he started to turn around, reaching for his wand where he'd put it on the night stand.
"No, don't. I've held your wand before, and it's always felt... different from mine, like I could tell it apart, if not tell who's it was, but always knew by feel whether or not it was my wand. What did the wand you just used feel like?"
"Dunno, never really noticed a difference."
"Let me try then" she said. She closed her eyes and called her wand to her. When she opened them she looked almost surprised by the fact that it was her vine in her hand rather than Harry's wand. "That's strange... Where was your wand when you called it?"
Harry looked slightly worried, as though he thought her insane. "Over on the dresser, where I left it. Why? What's wrong?" he asked but she didn't answer. She padded over to the dresser, grabbing his shirt from the floor along the way. She set the wand down on the dresser and noticed something else, but not being sure of what she was seeing she put it aside for the moment and donned the shirt. She unknowingly, given the current circumstances, afforded Harry a splendid view of her taught body and felt a twinge at the back of her mind. "Why, Mister Potter, I do believe..." but stopped mid sentence.
She whipped her head around, flipping her hair back in to her face, a look he rather liked. She looked, again, somewhere between mortified and ecstatic. "Mione, you're scaring me here. What the hell is going on?"
She did not answer his question though. Turning wheels had clicked in to place. "Harry, close your eyes and summon your wand."
"Aren't we passed wandless and wordless training, oh bookworm?" he said playfully.
"Oh, just do it you git!"
"Ok, ok" he replied and he closed his eyes sighing. In the intervening moments she silently bumped his wand back an inch or two on the dresser, just before hers went flying across the room.
"Don't open your eyes yet!" she screamed. He didn't jump at the sound, but looked rather thoughtful and worried. "Which wand is in your hand?"
He thought carefully for a moment. He could feel the wand, now that he thought about it, and it formed a twisted image in his mind. While he was usually greeted with the picture of a phoenix subconsciously the image before him now, as he was concentrating on it, was jumbled. It did indeed have wings, and was on fire, but also had a horn and silvery hair. It looked something like a perverted cross between a Hippogriff and a Nightmare. "What the hell..." he started to say as he opened his eyes but went immediately quiet as he regarded the wand in his hand: carved ivy.
"Watch" Hermione said and he was almost startled to realize that she was still in the room. Immediately Harry's holly wand filled her hand. "I think I know what's happened. Harry, we've..." but she was unable to continue. Her eyes had swelled with tears and she found her throat closing, becoming difficult to speak through. Instead she ran the few feet across the room and threw herself in to his waiting arms.
He'd learned a few lessons over the years, including not to interrupt Hermione if she was upset. Instead he held her tightly and tried to simply make her feel safe. It took him a moment to realize that he was crying a little as well but had nothing but amazingly happy feelings. He looked at the wand in his hand, expecting that it would shout answers to him given that it had started this whole morning of a little strangely. He was more than a little shocked to see a subtle gold hue surrounding the ivy, barely discernible from the golden rays peeking through the window.
Hermione pulled back from him a little, though she didn't break their contact. She looked in to his face fully, her eyes red with crying but holding a bottomless mirth that seemed to scream at him. "Harry, give me the wand." He did as they asked.
Hermione held the wands apart six inches on her upturned palms, each aimed exactly at the other's tip. "Priori Incantatem" she said clearly. The wands rose slowly from her hands. A very quiet song was issuing from each, each different in sound but the same. A phoenix song issued from the holly while a musical braying came from the length of ivy. The glow from Hermione's wand changed almost immediately from gold to green, Harry's from gold to blueish white. Each wand seemed to grow a tendril of the same, muted color, as though reaching out to the other wand. When the two tendrils met in air they began to swirl around each other, as though one wand core was caressing the other. With a dull flash both wands' colors changed to subtle gold and in the center was a distended sphere, either of it's teardrop ends reaching to a wand. The song had changed to a bird-like song, almost a screech, but was now just one song.
"What the bloody fucking hell was that?!" Harry half screamed. He had an awed and terrified look on his face.
"I don't know. I've never heard of that. But I think I know what it means. Do you still practice Occlumency?"
"Not practice, my mind's just always closed now. Why?"
"Open your mind, Harry." His eyes closed momentarily and it took him a moment to overcome the sudden, nearly foreign, openness to the world around him. "Still relaxed?"
"As relaxed as I can be. It's been a while since -"
Good. The sound seemed to issue from inside his own head like a strange echo, though it was clear, warm and...
"Your voice" he said. "How did you -"
Do that? Try it.
The voice was suddenly there again. "But how do I" and he was cut off again. She was giving him a look that said now as much as if she'd said it aloud. He found that he had to concentrate. He was filled with a number of thoughts and emotions. There was one thought that stood out in his mind, though he tried to suppress it.
"Ok, that will do!" Hermione squeaked. An image that she knew was not hers had entered her mind, one of her as though from above, though naked and... bouncing? "What the hell was that?"
Harry looked sheepish. "Um, I was trying to clear my mind but I kept thinking about last night..." He was visibly flustered and quite pink. He was also still thinking about it.
"Harry, stop" Hermione said, though the sound of her voice slightly betrayed her feelings. That and her wide open mind. Harry had felt... something, pulling his mind somewhere else. He let it wander this time but it went away from his thoughts.
"Ah, Mione!" he quietly admonished. "I had no idea you were such a bad girl!" he had seen a picture, almost a flash, though it must have encompassed at least a few seconds worth of memory. It was the two of them in the shower, writhing wet and slippery against each other. But it wasn't his shower. He didn't recognize it immediately, but it was the prefect's bathroom at Hogwarts and he looked different than he thought he ought to at that time.
She had been watching him and saw the same thing he did. She turned a brilliant shade of red and pulled her face from his, hiding it in her hands. He immediately felt a barrier, like a wall, in his thoughts and the memory was gone but left an after image.
"You shouldn't have seen that" she said sheepishly. "That was a long time ago, just after I told you you were 'fanciable'. I guess now you know I wasn't kidding or just being a friend when you were doubting yourself."
Harry closed his mind again, recognizing the feeling, but still recognized a small hole in his defenses. He knew, however, that it should be there and wasn't to be worried about. "I never would have thought... so you did fancy me? As far back as Hogwarts?"
"Yes. But I also fancied Ron. I just waited to see which one of you made the first move and, like you said last night, Ron beat you to it. Harry, I think I know what's happened."
"And that is?"
"The bond."
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