Author's Note: Oh I can't believe the amount of hits and reviews I had after mere hours of being posted. You guys rock!! And yes, this story is decidedly AU. Even tho magic will play a part later in the story, its still not going to be the main focus. This story isn't about that. It's about Harry and Hermione's relationship. And I don't need to throw in a few Silencio's and Hogwarts, A History references to tell my story. So I won't. I think it would be hokey and un-natural. So I'm sorry if I offend anyone. Anywho, I hope you enjoy the next chapter… let the games being ;) Since this is my first H/Hr NC17 scene, I would greatly appreciate feedback. Sanka!
P.S. - I am also glowing a little because Ned chose Moze!! WHOO WHOO! ;) And I just saw Ocean's 13 - nothing wrong with all the delicious hunky meat in that movie… Mmmm… Matty Damon and Scott Caan… Love them!
Chapter Two - Baby I Could See Us Touching Like That
Hermione's eyes gazed over the back of Harry's form as he stood in front of the stove, keeping an eye on the tea. Finally alone of all other company, she let her mind absorb the way his black trousers accentuated all the right spots and the way his shirt clung tightly to muscles of his back. A sudden desire to see the front of him coursed through her veins and caused a dull throb to begin between her legs. As if reading her mind, he turned so his back was resting against the countertop, his palms flat against the surface, his face still turned towards the kettle. She let her eyes continue their exploration, admiring the black silk shirt and aqua silk tie he was still wearing. As gorgeous as he looked in his outfit, she suddenly wished he would spill something on himself so she would have an excuse to remove the offending clothing and admire the well toned muscles she knew existed underneath. Pushing that thought to the back of her head, her eyes traveled to his face. His lightly tanned skin was a beautiful contrast to the dark short stubble that adorned his chiseled jaw. His naturally, stylishly, messy raven locks were currently cut short on the sides but slightly longer on the top so he could occasionally style it into a faux-mohawk (which she begged him to do regularly, and he always agreed.) She was then drawn to his eyes, those beautiful green eyes that she had yet to see replicated on another human being. Whether he was wearing his contacts (which he currently was) or his black, square framed glasses, they always stood out.
His tongue darted out to wet his lips and she was immediately drawn to the movement. She pursed her lips and lightly rubbed her legs together, making a mental checklist of all the places she wanted those tongue and lips to be.
She was brought out of her daydream by the soft pitch of the kettle.
Hermione smiled gratefully as Harry filled her favorite mug half way with his homemade concoction and then did the same with his own mug. She leaned over and let the steam fill her pores while he put the kettle back on the stove and stopped at the freezer to pull out an ice tray. Coming back to the table, he sat down beside her and waited for her to sit back before plopping two cubes into her cup.
Hermione swirled the cup around a few times before bringing to her lips, letting the liquid hit the tip of her lip to test it. Deciding it was cool enough to drink, she took a large swallow and immediately felt her stomach settle. "Oh, this shit is good."
Harry laughed and took his own first sip. "It serves its purpose." He got a contemplative look on his face and Hermione knew where he was going.
"Uh-oh, my spidey sense is tingling; you must want to talk about something serious."
He smirked but started to run his fingertip over the rim of mug. "I'm not hesitant because it's a serious conversation. I'm hesitant because you said you didn't want to deal with it until tomorrow… And I don't want to disrespect your wishes, but I think it would be best for you to get it all out of your system tonight. I want you to wake up tomorrow and have him completely out of your head."
She decided to spare him considering how sweet he was being. She dramatically looked up at the wall clock then back at him. "Well, Mr. Potter, it appears you are in luck. It technically is 'tomorrow.'" He smiled and got up to refill her cup, repeating the same process as before. "Well, what do you want to know? You know I tell you everything, so there really isn't anything left…"
He cut her off, sitting back down, his question having been formed in his head for over seven hours. "When you came home," he too looked up at the clock then back to her, "yesterday, to get ready to go out, you told everyone that Jason wouldn't be coming out because he hurt himself in practice. Now, considering that he and I are on the same team, and I know for a fact he didn't get hurt… What was the real reason?"
She sighed, knowing this is what he would ask about. She could never lie to him. Not that she wanted to, but she also didn't want all the other people who were in the room at the time the reason why her then boyfriend would not be joining them for the evening.
She took a small sip of tea then set the cup away from her, splaying her fingers in front of her against the cool island tabletop. "We got into a massive argument… involving our nightly activities. You know, our fantasies and whatnot. Then he started talking about this show that he wanted to take me to… One thing led to another and we were screaming at each other."
Harry let out a low whistle and quirked an eyebrow. "Show? Is this story going to cause me to go to his place and pummel him?"
Hermione laughed and wrapped her legs around his under the table, keeping him from moving. "Now, why would you do something silly like that and leave me here all alone?"
He nodded and tapped his chin. "You're absolutely right; please forgive me for even suggesting such a preposterous thing. Now, please continue."
She closed her eyes and gathered her thoughts, deciding the best way to go about this. She didn't want Harry getting angry again, so she thought the best plan of action was to just make light of the situation. "You remember that movie of Ron's we watched the other day?"
He smiled slightly at the fond memory but nodded his head in conformation. Really, how could he forget?
"And do you remember the part I made you fast forward through?"
"Of course, you made me mute it at first so you couldn't hear the donkey's cries, but then you could still see it so you made me fast… Oh, oh my god Hermione! He wanted you to do that? Did he not know you at all?"
Highly empowered by his indignation on her behalf, she leaned over and cradled his face in her hands. She pressed a kiss to his forehead then sly grin overtook her face.
"No, he wanted to do it and make me watch."
His mouth opened in fake shock then a loud laugh escaped his lips. He pulled her to him, wrapping her in a tight embrace. "I always knew there was something about him. All those times I caught him sneaking a peak at me in the locker rooms… I thought he was just admiring the view."
Hermione laughed heartily and pulled away to look up at him. "Darling, I think that's exactly what he was doing."
He cocked his head to the side and looked at her like he was about to explain something to her she should already know. "Yes, Hermione, but I thought it was just an 'Oh wow, I wish I was that big,' not 'Oh wow, I'd love to shove that in my mouth.'"
Hermione laughed louder than she humanly thought possible and crushed herself to him again. She tucked her head under his chin and ran his tie through her fingers. Once the giggles subsided, she released a gentle sigh and traced her fingers over his chest. "I love you."
He smirked and kissed the top of her head. "I guess I love you too."
She huffed and pulled back from him. "You guess, huh? Please do tell me when you know for sure… I wouldn't want…" She swayed slightly when his foot caught the bottom of her stool, pulling it flush against his own, but his strong grip on her upper arm steadied her. His fingers weaved through her hair, coming to rest on the back of her neck. He pulled her face so close to his that their noses bumped and she swore she could feel herself getting drunk again.
"I'm sorry, you were saying?"
She searched her mind, trying for the life of her to remember what she was going to say, but nothing came to mind. She placed her hand on his thigh, deciding two could play this game, and reveled in the ragged breath that escaped his lips. "It appears to have slipped my mind."
His blasted tongue shot out again and she wanted to catch it between her teeth, but she refrained. They were on the verge of crossing that invisible line that had worked so well for them for the past few years. If they stopped this now, they could still very easily pull away with a chuckle and a kiss on the cheek. But his fingers stayed on her neck and his thumbs came up to stroke her cheeks. She could see in his eyes what he wanted to do, but she felt him pull back slightly. She knew why. She had just broken up with her boyfriend not even three hours ago and he was putting the ball in her court. He wanted things done on her time.
She never wanted him more.
"Hermione, I think its best if perhaps I leave the kitchen now. I don't know how much longer I can behave myself around you." He stood up and grabbed both their mugs and placed them in the sink. Hermione stood and walked up behind him. He gripped the counter, took one long shuddering breath then turned around to face her.
She looked up at him with her lust-filled eyes and lightly ran her fingertips over the growing bulge in his trousers.
"Then don't."
Line? What line?
He growled deep in his throat and clutched her face with both of his hands. No, Harry, this can still be salvaged. "Hermione, we've set very clear boundaries between us and it's been working…"
"Oh Sod that!" She checked her hormones in place when he smirked at her and she recollected herself. "What I mean is… Yes, we do have the most amazing friendship and we can get away with things that most people would only dream of… But maybe…"
"Maybe what, Mione?" His voice came out smooth, betraying the choppy churning of his stomach. His hands slowly moved from her cheeks, down her neck and came to rest on her shoulders.
"Maybe, when the other is in need, we could be there… To offer comfort," she gripped her fingers into his biceps, stepping closer to him, "And a release." The breath he exhaled caused her bangs to flutter. "I mean, there would be rules of course. It could obviously only happen while we were both single. Once one or both of us starts dating again, we go back to the way we were. We would just make sure our needs are fulfilled in the mean time."
He smiled and locked his hands behind her lower back. "Now, when you say 'when the other is in need', give me some acceptable examples."
Knowing that she had already won him over, she pulled her body flush against his, wiggling against the still lingering bulge that was currently pressed against her stomach, and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Oh you know, untimely break ups, horrific days at work or practice…"
"Running out of milk?"
She opened her mouth slightly and brushed her lips around his. "Well, that strangely does seem to have some kind of tragic effect on-" Her words were cut off when his hand snaked around her neck, slightly angling it, then crashing his lips down on hers. Her fingers immediately raked through his hair while she raised her leg to grind against him.
She wanted more. She wanted to devour him. She pulled his lower lip into her mouth and sucked and nibbled until she felt his hands slide down her back and grip her ass. Breaking from the kiss, her head fell back, leaving her neck exposed for his hot open mouthed kisses. When he hit a particular spot behind her ear, she felt her knees give way, and she had to grip his collar to stay standing.
Harry decided to have mercy on her and bent down to pick her up, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. His mouth fused back to hers as he swung her around and dropped her on the counter. His tongue ran a line around her bottom lip before shooting into her mouth, desperately searching for the heat and sweet taste he knew would be there. Her tongue battled his for domination, and he eventually let her win, mostly because he wanted to feel hers inside his own mouth. When she started running her calf up and down his side, he broke away from her mouth and scooped all her hair to one side. Pulling her head back, he started trailing his lips down her jaw, alternating between soft kisses, swirls of the tongue and quick nips to her flesh. When the tip of his tongue ran a line from between her breasts to her throat, she let out a throaty groan and squeezed him between her thighs.
"Oh, Harry…"
He grinned against her skin and then came back up to claim her mouth again. Her hands started to frantically pull his shirt out of his pants, desperate to feel the skin underneath. As soon as her fingertips graced his stomach muscles, they both released a collective gasp, neither prepared for the reaction the simple touch would cause. Her hands left his warm skin and she pulled anxiously on his tie.
"I want this off."
He began working on the knot while she started clawing at his belt buckle, her fingers shaking slightly with the anticipation of finally being able to touch him. Skin to skin.
With his tie flung somewhere in the corner of the room, his mouth sought hers out again. When she finally got the belt unhooked, she simply couldn't wait any longer and barely had the zipper down before her hand reached into his boxers and grasped him in her hand. The kiss broke, his eyes fluttered close and his hands came to rest on the cabinets on either side of her head, his forehead resting against her.
"Hermione…"
Hearing the way her name naturally rolled off his tongue made all her pulse points throb harder. She started to stroke him slowly, letting her palm graze over the tip to collect the moisture, and then run back down. When she started to apply a little more pressure, he reached in and pulled her hand out, lightly kissing her palm, growling at the faint taste of himself on her.
"Ten years Hermione. If you keep doing that, I will be done in ten seconds."
Smiling at the affect she had on him, she started working on the buttons of his shirt. She leaned forward and placed a kiss to each inch of skin that was being exposed. When the last one was undone, she ran her nails up his chest and over his shoulders, pulling the garment down his arms. Her breath hitched in her throat as she drank him in. She had seen him shirtless more times than she could remember, and wasn't a stranger to touching him, especially in the summer when they were laying out together. But this was something completely new. She was never allowed to taste him before.
Harry apparently had the same desire. He gently pulled her to him so her chin rested on his shoulder and her hands grasped his now naked back. He placed his fingertips at the base of her spine and slowly dragged them up until he came to the knot at the nape of her neck. He turned his head and placed a hot kiss under her ear then pulled the lobe into his mouth, suckling. Pulling away to look in her eyes, he grabbed one of the strings and pulled it straight into the air until the knot came undone. Letting go of the string, the top of her dress came down and pooled around her waist.
Not wasting any time, he immediately ducked his head and took any already hard nipple into his mouth, his thumb flicking over the one his mouth was neglecting. As his tongue darted out to tease her flesh, Hermione's back arched of its own free will, pushing her breast closer to his face. He dragged his mouth over, dropping a kiss in the valley between for good measure, and gave the same attention to her other nipple. Satisfied that he had lavished them equally, he started trailing kisses down her flat stomach, stopping at her belly button to delve his tongue inside.
Hermione's hands gripped the edge of the counter and her hips arched towards him. Harry took advantage of her current position and quickly pulled her dress from under her. Once her hips came back to the counter, he unhooked her legs from around him and pushed them together in front of him. He placed his hands on her thighs above the fabric and started massaging them, bringing the dress with him as he moved. When he reached her knees, the dress fell to the floor, but he continued with his slow torture. Reaching her calf, he brought her leg up to rest on his shoulder and started assaulting the muscle with his lips and tongue.
Hermione's head banged into the cabinet and she suddenly needed to touch him again. Placing her hands on his hips, she ran them down, enjoying the feeling of his silk boxers against her fingers as his pants slid down. She pushed as far as she could with her hands then used her free foot to push them down to his ankles. Now sucking on the sensitive skin of her knee, he kicked off his shoes and socks, and then stepped out of his pants, kicking them and her dress to the side. Her hands reached forward again and had just made it to the elastic of his boxers when his hands grabbed hers and forced them roughly above her head. A bolt of desire shot through her as her leg fell off his shoulder and she couldn't stop from rubbing her thighs together.
"Harry, please… I need to touch you too."
He shuffled both her hands into one of his, keeping them pinned above her, and dropped his other hand to her panties, letting his knuckle run over the already soaked material. Hermione sucked in a breath and squirmed under his strong hold. He let the tips of his fingers sneak in through the top of the garment and then stopped. Hermione opened her eyes and nearly came when she the way he was staring at her. Before she could process another thought, the sound of ripping fabric could be heard echoing off the kitchen walls and he sunk to his knees, his hand letting go of hers.
Harry was done teasing her. Pushing her knees as far apart as they would go, he threw her one leg over his shoulder and bent the other so her stiletto heel was flat against the counter. Hermione whimpered in anticipation and dug her fingers into his hair, needing to feel some part of him. Harry placed his thumb against her entrance and that minor touch was enough to make her quiver. He then leaned forward and ran his tongue from his thumb to the tight little ball of nerves that was impatiently awaiting his attention. He swirled his tongue around her clit slowly then pulled it into his mouth and sucked.
Hermione was losing her mind. She removed one of her hands from his head and grasped for the cabinet handle to hold on to. Her fingers turned white when his thumb was replaced by two greedy fingers that plunged deep inside of her.
"Oh fuck, Harry! Oh god, yes! Remind me…" A quick flick of his tongue, "… to buy thank you cards," A third finger enters her, "… for your ex-girlfriends tomorrow." Harry smirked against her folds but then turned his head and lightly bit her inner thigh, warning her now was not the time to talk about ex's. She got the hint.
Harry's fingers began pumping furiously as his tongue and lips worked her clit. Hermione reached behind her, laying her palms flat for support and began gyrating her hips in time with him. It was his voice vibrating against her that finally sent her over the edge.
"Come on, Mione, I feel how close you are. Come for me." Her entire body arched off the counter, her legs falling from their positions and her insides exploded. Harry quickly stood and wrapped one arm around her back, holding her up, while his other hand kept working on her. His three fingers stayed plunged inside her while his thumb stroked her. She suddenly clamped her legs together, trapping his hand between them, silently telling him she couldn't handle anymore.
Harry smiled and laid his forehead against hers and waited for her eyes to open. When her breathing finally returned to normal, her eyes fluttered open and stared into his. She reached down between them and extracted his fingers from her body, and without breaking eye contact, pulled the slick digits into her mouth, swirling her tongue around them.
"Mmmm…"
While his fingers still occupied her mouth, he crashed his lips onto hers, his tongue sweeping in to join in the cleansing of his fingers. Hermione rocked forward, her hands going back into his boxers and grasped him, smiling as he released a low moan into her mouth. She broke away from the kiss slightly and he pulled his fingers out of her mouth. She started stroking him and he swayed on his feet. She pulled her hand out, gently pushed him away and hopped off the counter, her heels making a sharp clinking noise against the tile.
She pushed him back against counter and dropped to her knees in front of him. His hands automatically tangled in her hair as she slipped his boxers down and freed his painfully hard cock. She pumped him a few times with her hand then brought her lips to the tip, her tongue collecting the drop of fluid waiting for her, and then enveloped him completely with her mouth.
"Hermione…" His hips rocked slightly, causing her to take more of him in. Her free hand moved from his thigh and cupped his balls, then massaged the skin with her fingers. She pulled him out of her mouth and ran her tongue up the complete length of him and reveled in the small shiver he gave. She was about to take him back into her mouth when he stopped her with his hands on her shoulders. She looked up at him with big doe eyes and his grip tightened. "Fuck Hermione."
She squealed with delight when he hoisted her back up and she found her legs wrapped around his waist again. "Yes, please!"
He walked them towards the island, attacking her breasts with his teeth and tongue, and stopped when her back hit the wooden tabletop. He reached forward and swiped everything off the table, sending a bowl of fruit and the salt and pepper shakers to the floor.
Hermione sighed blissfully as she was laid back onto the table, her legs dangling off the sides, cradling his hips. Harry gripped her waist and pulled her a little closer. He dropped a kiss to her stomach then lifted her slightly towards him to deliver a warning.
"You may want to grab onto something."
Her eyes grew wide and her entire body twitched with anticipation. She quickly laid back down and reached her hands above her head, grabbing the edge of the island. His finger brushed her once to make sure she was still ready for him and then he grabbed her waist and slammed into her in one hard thrust. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she let out a mighty wail.
"Oh my god Harry…"
He pulled completely out of her then slammed back into her, going even deeper, and her legs shot up and wrapped around him, her heels digging into his ass. Once her senses returned, he started moving in a slow rhythm that she eagerly matched. Soon the slow pace wasn't enough for either of them, and his thrusts became faster and harder. Sweat dripping down his forehead, he waited until he was as deep as he could go, and then stopped, ignoring her cry of protest. He reached behind him, unlocking her legs, and pushed her knees up to her chest. He pulled out, laid against her bent legs and slammed back into her, enjoying how much deeper he could go in this new position.
Hermione screamed in pure ecstasy when he hit that sweet spot inside her and she couldn't stop herself from coming and clenching her muscles around him. He grunted and his thrusts faltered. Sliding both hands under her back, he pulled her into a sitting position, wrapped a hand around her neck and pulled her into a searing kiss. Her heart jolted when she felt he was still as hard as ever inside her.
He grabbed her ass in both hands and pulled her off the island, immediately slamming her back against the closest wall. She let out a shaky moan when he let her body slide down on him, his cock impaling her to the point of breaking her. Grabbing the back of her thighs, he pushed her up slightly then started ramming into her again. She could do nothing but grip his shoulders tightly, throw her head back and release a wanton cry.
"My god, Harry, I won't be able to walk tomorrow…"
He attached his lips to her neck as his hips began frantically moving beneath her. "Considering we won't be leaving my bedroom all day, I think you'll be okay…" Her centre throbbed at the multitude of possibilities tomorrow brought.
Her next release was building momentum and just as she was about to break, he suddenly stopped pounding into her and they were moving again. She wrapped herself tightly around him, loving the way his sweaty body felt against hers. He stopped in front of the island again, but this time he pulled out of her and set her down on the ground. She had started to raise her leg to his hips when he waggled a finger in her face.
Without saying a word, he spun her around so her belly was pressed against the cool edge of the tabletop. He reached up and pushed her hair aside so he could suck on her neck. While she was preoccupied with that sensation, he maneuvered a stool over with his foot. Propping his foot up on the rung, he pressed his body tight against hers to keep her steady, then lifted her leg and draped it over his. She smiled wondrously at the new position and wiggled her ass against his still glistening cock.
Harry laid against Hermione's back, pushing her against the tabletop. His hands caressed her shoulders and then snaked down to her hands, where he intertwined them. Unlike all the times before, he entered slowly and relished the feeling of being inside her. Once inside, he came back to a standing position, pulling her with him. Keeping one hand locked in hers, he freed one and ran it all over her body, memorizing each inch of skin that he could reach.
Feeling he couldn't prolong his release any further, he grabbed her hand in his and brought it down to where they were joined. Placing first her fingers then his over her clit, they started rubbing the sensitive area together. She arched into him and he knew it wouldn't be long again for her.
"Hermione, you feel so fucking good… I can't hold on much longer."
Their intertwined hands clutched the table harder as the sound of his hips slamming into her resonated in their ears. She slipped her fingers from beneath his and reached down to cup him, lightly squeezing the sac in her hand.
"I'm ready for you baby, let go."
Touched by both her endearment and the fact that she was pushing for his orgasm more than her own, he slowed his thrusts ever so slightly and concentrated on his fingers working furiously side to side on her.
"Oh… Oh Harry, I'm close…" She started bucking her ass against him and squeezing him harder. "Baby, please, make me come with you."
A low rumble was emitted from his throat and he started moving faster than he thought possible. The muscles in his legs and stomach tightened as he felt himself teeter on the edge of insanity.
"Oh god, Harry, YES!" She clenched completely around him and screamed.
He pulled her roughly to his body, her hair whipping over his shoulder, thrust three more times and then blissfully fell over the edge. Cupping her breasts, he brought his lips to her ear, her name pouring from his lips repeatedly as he emptied himself inside of her.
Finally sated, they slumped against each other and waited for their hearts and breathing to return to normal. After a few moments, she was mentally convinced she could move without falling over so she turned in his arms and wrapped her arms around his neck. He gave her a tired but deliriously happy smile and pecked her lips. She sighed contentedly, resting her head under his chin, listening to the steady thrum of his heart. He ran his fingertips up and down her spine, just enjoying the warmth her body provided against his.
He finally looked up at the clock and saw it was nearly four in the morning. He cradled her face in his hands, planting a quick kiss on the top of her head before titling her head back and delivering a long sensual kiss to her lips. When he pulled back, he rubbed his nose playfully against hers.
"Let's go to bed."
She smiled and nodded, leaning up to give him another kiss before he turned to gather all their clothing. Putting his boxers on first, he then grabbed his black dress shirt. She turned to pull her dress from the pile when his hand on her shoulder turned her back. He held his shirt up to her and she smiled brightly at him. She turned so she could slip her arms through then turned back around to see if he wanted it buttoned up. He simply stared down at her, a blissful little smile on his face, loving the way she looked in his clothes. He gave her a quick kiss, grabbed the pile of clothes and then her hand and walked towards the stairs.
Dropping the clothes on a chair inside his bedroom, he walked towards his bed and pulled down the comforter. He turned back towards her, shucked his boxers down to the floor, letting them rest on his one foot. Raising his foot up slightly, he then flicked them towards her face. She laughed gleefully and swatted them away. She gave him her best smoldering stare then let his shirt slowly fall from her shoulders. Before it hit the floor, she grabbed the sleeves and tied it loosely around her waist. He heartily laughed and walked over to her. "You're so silly."
She smiled and let him remove the shirt, tossing it on top of the pile. He then bent down and scooped her up, dropping her on the bed. He kneeled down in front of her and began unlacing her heels. Once removed, she dropped a kiss on his forehead then moved to the center of the bed with him crawling in after her. He pulled the soft down comforter up over their bodies and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her flush against him. She smiled and burrowed into him, sleep already starting to take over.
"Goodnight Harry."
He placed a soft kiss to her ear. "Goodnight Hermione, Happy Birthday baby."
A sleepy smile made it to her face before she passed out. "Mmm... Best birthday ever."
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References and Inspirations:
"He Said She Said" by Ashley Tisdale (From "Headstrong")
"Thanks For The Memories" by Fall Out Boy (From "Infinity On High")
Donkey scene inspired by Clerks II (Direct by Kevin Smith)