A/N: Hey guys…sorry for taking so long, but I took a bit of a break because sometimes I need to do that to keep my interest in writing a story or because I am having a mental block for ideas…or just because I get busy doing other things. I recently just finished GoF, so yah for me! Oh and for the people that commented about the electronics, it was in GoF, and it was the part I had not gotten to yet. I just started OotP and I love it already. And I don't care what anyone says, there is SO much H/Hr canon that it so absurd to be how people could tell us to reread. Like the whole scene right in the beginning when Harry was furious at Hermione and Ron just because they were together without him…OMG! He was SOO jealous! Yeah…don't get me started on all the canon I have found cause I could write a book lol. Anyway…I have never written any sexual mature scenes before, so please be kind. Thank you for all the lovely reviews. I'm so happy you all like it so far. I know I have been giving a lot of flashbacks scenes, but it's essential to know what happened, and why they are in their current state of...well the bitterness that has taken over. I hope that's okay and I think this is the last chapter I'll write in flashback form until I go back to the present day anyways, but there may be more to come later on. Okay…here goes chapter nine… Enjoy!
Just…Just What?
Harry had come back to meet Hermione with his cloak in about a minute, like he said he would. They were both under it and Harry walked behind Hermione holding the cloak around them both. The only noise they heard was their breathing or Hermione's little giggles when Harry's breathe would tickle her skin. They had finally reached the portrait outside the kitchens, and after tickling the pear in the picture the door swung open for them. They had only been in the kitchens once before, but it had been on an errand for Dumbledore, and with about a hundred house-elves present. Now it seemed so much bigger in its desolate state. Harry pulled the cloak off of them seeing as the coast was clear from any sign of being caught.
"Wow…I never realized how big this kitchen was. Ron would pass out," Harry quipped as he looked around in awe. Hermione smiled at Harry's fondness for their best friend.
"Yeah…if he didn't eat everything stocked in sight first," Hermione joked back. They laughed. Harry went to the huge restaurant like refrigerator to see what their choices were for food. He couldn't believe how enormous it was inside…bewitched probably to hold more food. Hermione propped herself onto the counter to wait.
"Hmm…" Harry said as he surveyed the contents. "What are you in the mood for? Because if you name it then it's probably in here." Harry said turning back to Hermione. She tapped her chin again, knowing that he loved it now, and milked it for all its worth.
"Ummm…hmmm…what can I go for?" She asked herself as she lolled her head from side to side. Harry simply stood with his hand on his hip, and tapped his foot.
"Well…sure…let's take all night," he said sarcastically. She turned to him with those sweet innocent eyes, and looked perplexed.
"Why? Is there somewhere we have to be or something we have to do that I am not aware of?" She asked. Harry stopped tapping his foot, and dealt her an I'm on to you look.
"No…nothing in particular that I know about. Just that you were so hungry earlier that I thought you would pass out if you weren't fed right away. Or maybe you might have done something drastic like…I don't know, eat me?" He said mockingly. Hermione didn't seem to have caught the joke as she bore a look of stern concentration.
"Well…there's an idea. I might need some ingredients though…just to get you to suit my taste buds." She said hopping off the counter, and walking sensually to the refrigerator. She pushed Harry aside, and bent over dramatically so she could look inside. He just stood there with his arms crossed determined not to fall back into her trap even though he was feeling himself slip slowly back into a trance. He watched her pull some food out of the refrigerator into her arms, and then nod to herself.
"That should about do it I think," she said swinging the refrigerator door closed with her foot. Hermione proceeded to put the ingredients on the counter. Harry saw a bowl of strawberries, a jar of hot fudge, a container of ice cream, a jar of cherries, and whipped cream. Hermione then pulled out two bowls from the cabinets, and three spoons, the bigger one used to scoop the ice cream. She patted the countertop informing Harry she wanted him to sit. She then proceeded to scoop out the ice cream; chocolate and strawberry flavored, into the bowls. She then took out her wand and performed a heating spell on the jar of hot fudge, which she then poured liberal amounts of onto the ice cream. Next she took the whipped cream out, and first put some on her finger to taste, and then did it again, offering her finger to Harry. He was already lulled back into the trance she seemed to put him in. He grabbed her wrist, and brought her finger to his mouth, sucking off the cream. When he had gotten it all off he traced his tongue down her finger.
"Mmm…that was delicious," he said with a satisfied grin. Hermione didn't seem phased. She just continued making their sundaes by finishing them off with a cherry each. She then pulled one out of the jar, and sensually brought it to her lips sucking on it before pulling it into her mouth and biting it slowly of the stem. Before she could swallow it however Harry drug her to him and kissed her hard, successfully capturing the cherry from her mouth with his tongue, and then swallowing it whole. When she opened her eyes she looked at him like he had seriously offended her. She crossed her arms over her chest.
"That wasn't very nice Harry," she pouted. Harry pulled her arms away from her chest and took her hands in his. He gave her an apologetic smile.
"Oh, I'm sorry…It just looked so good that I had to have one."
"Yeah one, but not mine! There's a whole jar right there." She laughed, but still looked like she was trying to keep up her I'm cross with you glare, even though he knew she was just teasing. Two can play at that game he thought. Harry picked up the jar and pulled out a cherry while juice was still dripping off of it.
"I'm quite sorry…will you take this cherry as a sign of my deepest apologies?" He asked sweetly. She nodded going to take it from him, but he wagged his finger at her to show her that was not allowed. "Allow me," he insisted politely, as if he was escorting her somewhere. She chuckled, and shook her head at his silliness. She knew he was trying to put the ball back in his court and take hold of their little game. She obliged him, promising herself that she wouldn't let him sway her control while she was in leading place.
With one hand he tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear, and then tilted her head back by her chin. He softly grazed his thumb across her lips, and she let out a little puff of air from her lips. Oh no she thought. He's going to think he's got me right where he wants me now. He slid his hand that was not holding the cherry down her neck, and then brought it back up to trace the shell of her ear with his finger down to her jaw, as if he was memorizing her into his mind. She started to close her eyes when she felt him press the cherry onto her lips and slid it across them like it was Chap Stick. She went to open her mouth, but he had already pulled the cherry away and put it into his mouth, holding it by the stem where he sucked on it. She stared at him like she hadn't eaten for days, and that cherry (and Harry himself) were the only food in sight. He watched her intently as he sucked on the cherry, knowing he was torturing her. He watched as her lips had parted, and she looked like she was lost in rapt concentration, as if she was reading Hogwarts, A History for the first time. He finally pulled the cherry out of his mouth, and then licked it with the tip of his tongue for good measure. Hermione just continued to stare at him, looking more feral then he had ever seen her look before, and he thought she was seriously going to eat him whole. He thought it was time to shed her some sympathy because if she had done that to him he would have seriously keeled over by now. He brought the cherry back to her lips to offer it to her, and she stared right back at him as she took it into her mouth. She's going to kill me he thought forewarning himself.
Hermione then took the stem of the cherry into her teeth. She pulled it out from her mouth slowly, still staring Harry down. He had also realized that she was moving closer then she had already been, and now was right between his legs. He decided to lock her in by crossing his legs around her ass…she didn't falter. She simply grabbed Harry's face with one hand and pulled it towards her where she then decided to re-suck the stem of the cherry. Then she did something that made Harry lose all sanity, she dragged the wet stem across Harry's lips while her breath was hot against his face. Well…games over. I played honorably, but she is just…a scarlet woman. Ron was right about her. Harry had snapped…with his legs still locked around her ass he hoisted her up as hard as he could, and grabbed her with his arms as well until she was straddling him on the counter. He pulled her into a kiss so hard he was afraid they would both be bruised the next day. He had never had such a primal need to touch her like he did at that moment…to be as close to her as possible, but that whole cherry charade had awoken something animalistic inside of him that needed her so badly he thought his chest would implode.
With his hands in her soft hair, her tongue sucking on his, and her heat pressing right against him he thought he would die from all the raging beauty of feeling. He moaned into her mouth, no longer able to suppress the beast he had never known existed until she had awoken it. She pressed down on his erection as she moved her legs into an Indian style position. They both moaned, and started clawing at each other like animals trying to tear each other apart. His hands were gripping her breasts, and her nails were digging into the skin of his back. Suddenly all the clothing was unbearable in the heat they had ignited between them. Harry unzipped Hermione's jacket, and tossed it on the ground. Then he slid both hands under her shirt, and pulled it off in one fell swoop, while she had already started to pull his off as well. With their chests exposed they decided to take advantage of the newly discovered treasure of skin. Harry stared at Hermione in rapt delight. He moved his hands up her back, up and around to her shoulders, down her neck and then onto her breasts, which were still covered by her bra. He squeezed lightly making Hermione whimper and throw her head back as she writhed a bit on his crotch. He then gripped down more roughly, as he growled against her neck because she kept rubbing herself onto him. He then became more daring and slid one hand underneath her bra to grab her bare breast. She moaned, and dropped her head to his shoulder. "Harryyy" she croaked.
The huskiness of her voice made all the remaining blood in Harry's body lodge itself southward. He then moved his other hand underneath her bra so that he was cupping and kneading her breasts with both hands. "Mmm…Harryyy. Don't-don't stop." He didn't plan to, but it was time to get rid of the bra. He must have been impatient because as he went to undo the clasp it smacked against Hermione's back. She didn't seem too hurt by it though because she laughed.
"Sorry," he muttered.
"It's okay…do you want me to do it?" She asked him, knowing he did before he answered. He nodded, grinning and loving that she could read every thought in his mind. So she reached around and undid the clasp, dropping her bra to the floor with their shirts. Just as Hermione had turned around, and before she could even think straight she was on her back on the counter with her legs still wrapped around Harry's waist. He decided to take advantage of this new position. His hands were already back on her breasts, touching them with increased gusto. Hermione did a little adventuring of her own as her own hands slid down Harry's sides until they were on his chest. She then pulled him up before he could resist into a hot kiss, which was cut short as Hermione mouth seemed to want to adventure his neck, and collar bone. Harry's breathing was becoming more and more ragged. She then flipped them over again so that she was straddling Harry with his back on the counter top. Her hands then resumed their work on his chest, moving them up and down while her thumbs softly grazed his nipples. He moaned as they became hard from her exercises almost immediately. She then decided to see what they tasted like so she leaned over to grab the jar of hot fudge and she dug the spoon into it and then took it out so that it was dripping a stream of chocolate right onto Harry's chest. He shuddered when it made an impact on his skin because it was still quite warm. She dripped a line of chocolate down his chest to his navel, and then she added some to each of his nipples. When she was satisfied with her work she put the jar back onto the counter, unaware that Harry had removed both her and his trainers during her little project.
When she resumed her spot on Harry she made sure to be deliberately cruel in bouncing up and down on him until she found a position that suited her comfort. He gripped down on her sides to still her, and she took pity on him from the site of his face, and how it was screwed up in concentration. Poor bloke she thought. She stilled, and put both of her hands on both sides of his head. She then leaned down sensually, and gave him a soft peck on his lips, then his chin, his neck, and then where she really wanted to be…his chest. With the tip of her tongue she licked the line of chocolate down his chest to his navel where she swirled her tongue around in a circle, and dipped it inside for good measure which had Harry grunting and jiving his hips. Hermione thought the pressure felt quite pleasant between her thighs, and she wanted to keep it there for as long as possible. She planted feathery kisses with her lips all over his chest, and when the all the chocolate was gone except for the remaining on his nipples she decided play time was over. She placed an open mouthed kiss on his nipple, and sucked the chocolate off sensually, while rubbing against him at the same time. This relied up not only Harry, but her as well because she was moaning against his chest. When all the chocolate was gone she looked back up at Harry whose eyes had seemed to go black with desire, and didn't even know what hit her when she was flat on her back again. He pulled her legs apart from behind his back, and rested them flat as his knees were on either side of her.
He took advantage of his current position and crawled his way up her body like a cat. He put his hands on her cheeks and kissed her long and hard while sucking on her tongue to get the taste of chocolate and cherry into his own. They both moaned at the pleasant combination of tastes. He then moved his hands from her cheeks, down to her neck, where he stopped to lick shortly. He then moved back to her breasts, and it was his turn to enjoy tasting them, only he decided the whole chocolate bit was too much of a bother, and he would rather taste only her instead. He took the first one in both hands and squeezed it, where he then pulled it into his mouth where he laved it in plenty. While he was doing that his other hand decided to not leave the other breast unattended, so he rubbed up and down on her nipple, revealing at the feel of its hardness. Hermione was whimpering, and writhing more and more as he continued. Her sounds made his hand grown bolder, and it decided to make its way down her chest to her navel where his index finger dipped inside causing her to gasp and thrust hard against him. He grunted against her skin, and then made his way to her next nipple with his mouth while he hand continued its adventure southward to the waistband of her jeans. He was starving to kiss her lips again so he did, while both of his hands unbuttoned her jeans, and slowly pulled the zipper down. With this new space Harry's hands moved around to the back, inside her jeans to grasp her ass and squeeze it roughly causing her to moan into his mouth. Time for these to go he thought.
Harry then moved the jeans down her ass, and she lifted her hips slightly to help him. He slid them down her legs, and then they were gone and she was clad in only her knickers and socks, which he then decided needed to go as well. He lifted her foot to him, and looked down at her with a little evil grin and he slipped her sock off her foot, and then swung it around a little throwing it, which made her laugh out loud. He did the next one faster, and then they were gone and all that was left of her clothes was her knickers…that little piece of article taunting him with the treasure that lay beneath. He drank her in with his eyes, as he was still sitting up with his knees on her sides. She leaned up, and smoothed her hand over his cheek, and looked at him with loving eyes. She then kissed his mouth slowly, and he revealed in the tenderness of the moment. When she broke it he thought his heart would break from how beautiful he found her to be. Her curly tresses a little wilder then usual due to their current activities, her lips reddened from the whole cherry ordeal, her cute perked up nose he found adorable, and her eyes…they were the same reassuring ones he had grown to love...cinnamon and honey colored, and full of warmth and compassion. He let out sigh of air, and pushed a stray lock behind her ear.
"You're beautiful…did you know that?" He said as serious, and genuine as thought he'd ever sounded. Hermione smiled, and her heart swelled at the look on his face.
"No...I really don't think so Harry, and it's really lovely of you to say that again, but it's not necessary. I appreciate the gesture all the same though," she said as if it was inevitable that he could not find her beautiful. He looked at her with a disbelieving, angered expression.
"Gesture? What!? Hermione…I'm not just saying that because I feel I have to or because I feel it would be a nice gesture. I'm saying it because I honestly believe you're beautiful. In fact I've always known it, since the day we met, but being just friends I never thought it would be appropriate to just say it, but I'm saying it now because…well, your beautiful." He finished bashfully, but all the same sure of himself. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him repeatedly all over his face, which had him laughing. She then finished with kissing him fully on the lips, and dragging him back down on top of her to regain some of the heat they had started before. When it really started to burn they broke the kiss gasping for air. Hermione pushed Harry off of her a little, and put a shaky hand on Harry's belt, which she started to undo. Even through his daze of lust he smiled at her lovingly because he found it nearly impossible that Hermione would be afraid to do anything…even this. He put his hands over hers to stop her, and he looked down at her to tell her that he would do it himself if she wanted, but she looked at him more sure of herself and he knew she was determined to do what she started. He smiled, and let her continue on. Once she had his belt undone she worked on the button of his jeans, and then the zipper. He then lifted himself to his knees and she pulled them down…he then pulled them the rest of the way off, along with his socks. When he finished he then returned to his kneeling position over her sides, while she sat up. They stared at each other in rapt awe…chests and skin exposed, and in only their knickers. They drank each other in before the desire to touch became too great. Harry grabbed the back of Hermione's head and pulled her into a hard kiss. Their hands seemed to get the general idea, and started to grab at all the skin it could reach. When Harry's hand reached Hermione's thigh he moved it up and down making Hermione impatiently wiggle. He then moved her thigh a little so her legs were spread. He then decided to torture her by moving his hands to her breasts, and the sides of her hips, up and down her thighs, tracing the outline of her hip bone with his finger down closer and closer to where she wanted it to be…but not quite.
"Harry!" She panted, begging him to just do it already. He looked up at her innocently as if he was completely unaware of what she wanted.
"What?" Well…if he thought she was going to keep the pleading game up he was terribly wrong. So she instead sat up, and grasped him through his boxers making him moan and fall over on top of her. He was the one panting now because she just held him, and did not move her hand an inch.
"Hermione!" He begged. She looked unaffected by his pleading.
"What? You don't like it do you? Well that should teach you a lesson not to get me all worked up only to leave me unsatisfied." She stated in her bossy, you-should-know-better sort of way when she finally let go of him. He glared at her.
"Hermione…that's a little bit different. I didn't start something and not follow through with it. I was just getting you prepared and wanting for my next move."
"Well Harry…a woman has needs and you certainly weren't meeting mine," she said crossing her arms in mock resignation. Harry knew she was joking, but to say that to a guy with his solider saluting was a little disconcerting. He then decided to teach her a lesson by grasped her ass, pulling her forward, and landed right on top of her, making sure she felt that he was all ready to "follow through." He watched her with rapt attention as her eyes dilated, and seemed to roll to the back, and her head fell back against the counter with and "umph" as she moaned. Okay so maybe enough was enough…time to show her his next move. He took his hand and put it between them, where he was settled, and cupped her against her already wet knickers, which made her moan louder, and that did it for him. He then moved off of her so that he could grasp the waist band of her knickers, and pull them off her long slender legs, which he admired with a kiss on the side of her thigh. He threw them, and he then crouched over her again like she was his prey. He then put his thumb to her bottom lip where he rubbed it a little, and opened her mouth for her suck on it for a few beats before it was too much for him to take.
He then looked down at her body, and was in complete disbelief to see Hermione lying naked beneath him. Even though he had imagined it happening so many times before it was so surreal to him to have it actually happening that he was sure he was going to wake up any minute in a sweat like he did so many nights before. But he didn't…it was really happening. All his wishes were being granted, and the only thing he could do was just go along for the ride. But what if this isn't what she really wanted? I mean it wasn't like they did any talking on the matter, so how did he really know how she felt? Hell…he wasn't even sure how he felt himself. She suddenly opened her eyes, and sat up a little to probably see what the hold up was.
"Harry…is everything alright?" She asked nervously, as he watched her try to cover herself up a little. He tossed her hands aside forcefully as if to tell her that his pause wasn't about her, but he saw in her eyes that she felt ashamed and hurt that maybe he didn't want her now that he had seen her up close. She was already so insecure. He felt like an ass, but he wasn't good with the talking about emotions crap so he didn't know what to say.
"Everything's fine. Let's just… continue. Okay?" He went to lean over to kiss her, but she arched her back to pull away from him, and she turned her face. He tried to turn her face toward him, but she defiantly kept it away from his, and she had already slid up the counter into a sitting position with her knees in front of her chest to cover her. Yeah…that was definitely the wrong thing to say you ass! He thought to himself scathingly. Harry moved to his knees again and shimmied closer to Hermione trying to see her face to get her to look at him.
"Hermione…" He said trying to move her face to look at him. "Hermione…I'm sorry. Will you please just…look at me?" Stubbornly she obliged him and he saw her angered expression, and the tears that she was trying to keep from falling.
"Just look at you? Like we should have just continued, right? Well I don't just do things Harry! Not just because!" She yelled at him, and he really felt the lowest he'd ever felt. Hermione was already one of the most insecure people he'd ever met, and he should have kept all actions and dialogue in constant consideration knowing how emotional she was likely to become…even long pauses of searching for the right words.
"Hermione I'm sorry, okay? I am really, really sorry." He said pleading, as he tried to move closer to her, but she just wouldn't be swayed that easily…not this girl, not this night.
"Yeah, so am I Harry." She said looked at him fully with such hurt and blatant disappointment at Harry that he would have done anything for that Time Turner to go back and change what he'd said.
"What does that mean Hermione?" He said desperately, needing to know that she didn't regret any of what happened.
"It means that I'm just…ready to up to my room. I'm tired, and it's been a very long day so…" She looked down at her clothes. Harry nodded, knowing the moment was gone and would probably never return again. He hated himself, but he knew he had to try to win back points in any way he could. He hopped off the counter, and gathered her clothes that were splayed all across the room, and handed them back to her with a sad smile. She snatched them, and dealt him a glare. He turned his back, and occupied himself with finding his own clothes. When he had fully dressed he waited until he knew it was safe to turn back around. When he heard her hop of the counter he turned to look at her, but she was busy pulling her feet into her trainers and avoiding his eyes. He sighed, and went to put away the ice cream and other contents in the refrigerator. He cleaned the bowls and spoons in the sink, not bothering to do magic at the moment, and then put them back where they belonged. When he turned back he watched Hermione as she put the last of her garments back on as she zippered up her jacket. She refused to look at him. He didn't know what to do…he had never been in this position before, and he didn't know what sort of thing to say to make it better. Maybe nothing could he thought hopelessly. No…I can't let that be the case. Not when we came this far.
Harry walked over to Hermione, and put his hands on her both of her shoulders to get her to look at him. He knew he probably looked like a big emotional git, but he couldn't help it…his heart was actually hurting at the thought that he'd ruined it all for them by just being himself. He took a deep breath…
"Hermione…please, please look at me." She turned her head finally and looked at him, and for the first time ever Harry couldn't read her expression. He couldn't make out what she was thinking, and that terrified him. "I am so, so sorry. Please know that nothing that happened tonight was just because. I would never, ever use someone, especially you, for that sort of thing. Don't you know that?" With the unreadable expression on her look he thought she might.
"Yes, I know Harry. I just would really like to go upstairs now if that's alright with you." He could do nothing else but nod sadly, and grant her what she wanted.
The walk upstairs was about as silent as the one coming from rescuing Sirius, except that this one wasn't filled with possibility or hope. No, this one was filled with tension and loss. With a feeling of coming so close to an inevitable truth, only to have been taunted, and the moment blown away. Harry hung his head low in misery as they walked, and he tried to snatch a glimpse of Hermione's expression ever so often, but it was the same unreadable one as before. She just looked determined, and sure of something, and he didn't know what. Probably that you are an absolute moron! When they reached the portrait Harry spoke the password in such a low voice that the Fat Lady had to ask him to speak up twice.
"FORTUNA MAJOR!" He yelled, losing his last bit of patience. He watched as the Fat Lady gasped, taken back at his loudness. He didn't even look over at Hermione to gauge her expression. He just wanted to hole up in his room and brood.
"Very well, Mr. Cranky Pants!" She joked because apparently Harry's life was just so bloody funny!
"THANK YOU!" Harry said as he stormed into the empty common room. When he got there he stopped, and turned to walk Hermione to her dormitory at of sheer habit.
"That's okay Harry. You don't have to walk me," Hermione said striding into the direction of her room.
"But I want to," Harry said matter-of-factly. She stopped, and turned around to face him.
"Well I'd rather you didn't…if that's alright with you." Harry didn't know if he heard the undertone of anger, but Hermione kept her voice very level and calm, and he was a little suspicious.
"So what Hermione…are you just never going to talk to me again?"
"I never said that Harry. I just would rather be by myself right now if that's alright with you." She said crossing her arms, as if to protect herself from him.
"Fine then. Go be by yourself, but just know that I tried to apologize, and I don't want this to be a 'well Harry hurt me so I'm going to sulk around now' thing because I said I was sorry Hermione!" Harry finally said, fed up at the whole scenario.
"I'll keep that in mind Harry. And for the record I don't 'sulk around.' That would be your area, wouldn't it?" She said snidely.
"Oh are we going to throw shots at each other now because it would be nice if you let me know."
"Well I thought I was just responding to your comment. But now I'm just going to go up to my room now. Goodnight Harry." She whipped back around and stormed off to her dormitory.
"Yeah, well…you too!" Harry yelled to an empty common room. And with that he went to his own room to think about just what would save them now.
(End of Flashback)