A/N: Here you all go, my attempt at NC-17! Thanks for all the reviews and support! Now if this sucks, I have someone to blame! :P
If you wouldn't mind, I'd like as many reviews as possible on this, so I know whether to delve into NC-17 in the future.
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`And you're sure Ron's okay with this?'
She grinned back at him, seemingly reading his mind.
`Totally.'
`Great.'
With that, Harry grabbed Hermione around the waist and threw her onto her bed, Hermione giving a shriek of surprise. She giggled loudly as he kissed around her neck and shoulders with the same fervour as the first time they'd kissed, and she wrapped a hand around the back of his neck, pushing his head as close to her as she could. His lips crawled up her neck and onto her lips as Harry once again slid his hand under her shirt. The roughness of his hands trailed upwards slowly, teasing her until she growled, much like the last time he did that. And again, he was only to happy to please, only this time, there was no material to stop him.
He took her breast into his hand and squeezed, the palm of his hand grazing her nipple. She arched her back and growled again, louder still. She could feel him grinning into their kiss and she reached for the bottom of his shirt, pulling it deftly over his head while he continued to massage her breasts, giving each one as much attention as the other. She ran her lips over his neck and shoulders, giving special attention to the star shaped tattoo that she loved so much. She ran her hands over it lovingly, noticing the warmth of Harry's hands had left her chest. Looking down, she saw him lift the bottom of her top up, and taking the hint, she took it off. Immediately she blushed; she had no bra on and Harry was staring at her as if he'd not eaten for several days. He grinned evilly at her before dipping down and starting on her belly button, kissing up a few kisses, then down a few, up a few, down a few. This pattern was driving Hermione insane as she grabbed Harry's hair in between her fingers. Finally he arrived at her breasts, and Hermione gasped audibly as he took one into his mouth, his hand paying due attention to the other.
After a while of Harry's attention to her chest, she decided that it was her turn to tease him. Easily, she turned them both over so Harry was underneath, then slowly kissed her way down his front. She ran her hands slowly and gently down his sides which made him giggle. She stopped and looked up at him, laughing and he cleared his throat, then made a very deep manly sounding `Ha. Ha. Ha.'
Hermione laughed and continued kissing her way past his belly button, undoing the large metal buckle of his belt. She felt him shudder as she broke open his button and slid down his fly, revealing a pair of plain black boxers. She grinned selfishly and looked up at Harry as she slid down first his jeans, then his boxers, wanting to see his face as she teased him. His eyes were closed and his jaw was clenched, he was moaning softly and she could catch phrases like `Fuck, baby…'
Hmm. Baby. I could get used to that.
She pulled her eyes away from his face to look down at his most intimate area and if possible, she grinned even more broadly. With an evil glint in her eye, she brought her hand to the tip of his penis and rolled it around in between her finger and thumb, playing. Teasing. His eyes flew open as he realised what she was doing and he growled.
`You're teasing me.'
She merely grinned and carried on playing. The effect that it was having was clear; his eyes kept opening and closing, rolling backwards and his teeth were clenched firmly shut. Laughing, she decided to put him out of his misery. She grasped the whole thing in her hand and began to pump up and down.
`Fuck!' He shouted, grabbing the sheets in his fists. Hermione giggled and pumped faster, causing Harry to growl and hiss, trying to keep quiet.
`What's the matter?' She asked him innocently, her hand still tightly around him.
Opening his eyes, he growled at her and brushed her hand away. She looked confused for a moment, before he grabbed a fistful of her hair, and pushed her head down, not so hard that she couldn't stop him, but hard enough to make her understand his urgency. Her mouth wrapped around his penis, and she brought her hand up to grasp him. Working with her mouth and her hand, she pumped him harder, his hand in her hair clenching so hard it almost began to hurt. grabbed a fistful of her hair, and pushed her head down, not so hard that she couldn't stop him, but hard enough to make her understand his urgency. Her mouth wrapped around his penis, and she brought her hand up to grasp him. Working with her mouth and her hand, she pumped him harder, his hand in her hair clenching so hard it almost began to hurt. Yet she carried on and on until he pulled his hand away.
`Hermione… I can't… hold on…'
She pulled away to watch him breathe deeply like he'd just run a marathon, his face hot and flushed. He looked down and her and grinned wickedly.
`My turn again.'
He flipped her over, pulled his jeans off the rest of the way and went to work on her hot-pants.
`I like these. You need to wear these, a lot.' He said huskily, as he slid them slowly down her legs, leaving her exposed to him. She could feel herself blushing as he looked over her, the hunger in his eyes turning to fire in his belly. Slowly he crawled up over her so that his face was hovering above hers. Then suddenly, with one slick motion, he slipped a finger into her.
`Oh!'
Hermione arched her back with pleasure, her eyes widening as Harry stroked her. He slipped another finger into her and she moaned. He watched her intently while bringing his hand up her thigh, feeling her butt and bringing it across her back. After a minute or two, his hand left her. She looked up to see what he was doing, then gasped loudly as she felt his lips against her opening. The feeling of his tongue doing amazing things to her was enough to send her over the edge.
He brought his head up to look at her, his eyes filled with so much want and need, her heart almost burst wide open. He needed this. He'd shut himself away for so long, not letting anyone in that he craved this contact. He looked up at her, a burning question in his eyes, and she understood.
`We don't have to do this…'
`No,' she said, bracing herself. Harry crawled over her so that his face was hovering over hers. `We do have to do this. I couldn't stop now even if I wanted to.'
Harry didn't need telling twice. Upon hearing those words he brought his lips firmly onto Hermione's, his tongue demanding access to her mouth. The mere fact that he kissed her before doing anything else after she'd just given him permission made her love him more than she ever thought she could. He respected her, and she loved him for it.
Breaking the kiss, he got into a position above her, his tip almost touching her, and stared into her eyes. Breathing deeply, she nodded and he pushed in.
Tears filled her eyes as she tried not to yelp out in pain. Harry froze.
`What's the matter? Did I hurt you?'
`No… it's okay… it's normal. Carry on…'
`But you're crying-`
`Carry on!'
Reluctantly, even though she was sure it was killing him, he moved slowly in and out of her. The pain slowly started to fade away as he sped up, still keeping that gentle pace. After a few moments, the pain had gone, and she grinned at him.
`I'm okay now.'
He took this as a signal, and started to build his speed and force, slamming into her as she moaned and shook beneath him. She could feel the sweat forming on his skin, the warmth between the two of them was enough to make her dizzy. He carried on pounding into her and she felt the fire in her belly flare up, however this time it was more of an explosion going off. She felt the throes of pleasure wash over her as she prepared for her climax. Finally, with a loud gasp, she came, and felt rather then saw Harry screw up his face as he finished at the same time. He collapsed onto her, red-faced and sweaty, and she threw the sheets around them both.
`That was…' He started. He looked like he couldn't quite get the words out.
`I know…' She was the same.
Untangling themselves from each other, they relaxed into a more comfortable position; Harry with his arm draped over Hermione, who snuggled into his chest. She lay on his arm and listened to his breathing slowing down, feeling herself getting tired.
`Stay with me?' She asked, threading her fingers through his.
`Of course.'
She smiled.
`Hey, I wanted to ask you something,' she said randomly, and she felt his head perk up to listen. `Why the tattoo and lip? You know they probably have magic versions of those…'
He chuckled and she sank into his embrace, his warmth washing over her. He kissed the back of her shoulder and sighed.
`It was just something I've always wanted to do, since I was little. My Aunty and Uncle used to hate them. So naturally I wanted one. And I've been so pissed off by the magic world lately, I just wanted something muggle for a change. And the lip… well, I just like it.'
She giggled at him, and he kissed her shoulder again.
`Did it hurt?'
`Yes.'
`Do you think I could take it?'
He lifted his head up to look at her questioningly.
`Why? What would you want?'
She turned her head and grinned at him cheekily.
`A snitch. On my hip.'
He laughed and wrapped a finger in her hair.
`Ah... I love you, Hermione.'
She turned her head once again to look at him, surprised.
`You do? Really?'
`Yeah,' he said. `I'm sorry I didn't say it before. It's just that too many people mistake it, I think, for just a really strong fondness for someone. I think that's what I did with Ginny. I wanted to make sure before I said something like that to you.'
She smiled serenely. She knew how much it meant to Harry to be told someone loved him. After years of abuse and a loveless family, it was something he needed.
`I love you too, Harry.'
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