A Day At The Park
Heart's Desire
Hermione rolled over and collided with the warmth and solidity of what could only be that of another person. A smile turned the corners of her mouth upwards as she snuggled closer to Harry, burying her nose in the crook of his neck. As she inhaled the mingled fragrance of their coupling from the night before that still clung faintly to his skin she sighed in utter contentment. Remembering the events of the night before Hermione silently scolded herself for having made both Harry and herself wait so long for something so perfect. Hermione closed her eyes and was so preoccupied with her thoughts that she didn't notice the slight shifting of Harry's body that signaled his waking up.
Harry opened his eyes and found himself staring down at Hermione's completive profile. While he watched her images from the night before replayed in his mind Harry remembered the night he'd bumped into Ron all those months back and the conversation they'd had. Harry had confessed the true nature of his feelings for Hermione and expressed his regret over having caused Ron any pain. Ron had followed Harry and probed him further about his feelings where Hermione was concerned. The memory of that moment flashed through Harry's mind's eye.
"Why did you lie?"
Harry whirled around shock plainly etched across his face. The last thing he's expected was for Ron to come after him. Ron repeated his question.
"Why did you lie?"
Harry frowned in confusion.
"Lie…I haven't lied about any…"
Ron interrupted.
"When we were searching for the horcruxes…the night I came back and pulled you out of that pond…the night I destroyed the locket…after I saw those visions…you told me Hermione was like a sister to you and that you reckoned she felt the same about you, that it had always been that way…why'd you…"
Harry ran a hand through his naturally tousled hair as he interjected.
"Ron I wasn't lying…when I said those words to you that night I honestly meant them…I didn't…"
"You didn't want to say anything because you knew I fancied her."
Ron's words shocked Harry into momentary silence. However, as the words washed over him, Harry had to admit they were true. Ron saw the flash of recognition cross Harry's face and asked.
"When did you know?"
Heaving a sigh Harry answered Ron's question with a question.
"When did I know that I was in love with Hermione?"
Ron nodded. Harry answered his nod with one of his own then said.
"I knew I was in love with her the moment Dudley mistook Hermione and Teddy for my wife and my son..."
"What?!"
Harry waved off Ron's shocked exclamation.
"Long story…point is in that moment I realized if I could have my deepest heart's desire that would be it…she'd be it."
Harry's voice drifted down to a low whisper. Ron looked at the man who had been his closest friend for most of his life and asked matter of factly.
"Have you told Hermione that?"
Harry shook his head. Ron said.
"You should tell her...she'd…it'd be…you should tell her."
As Harry lay there reliving his encounter with Ron Hermione opened her eyes and the faint smile that had been lingering about her mouth fully enveloped her face and brightened her eyes as she caught sight of Harry staring down at her. Seeing that Hermione was awake, Harry returned her smile with one of his own. A blush tinted her cheeks as she spoke.
"Good morning."
Harry's reply was a bit raspy.
"Morning."
"Sleep well?"
Hermione's query was answered with a nod a huskily spoken.
"Best sleep I've had in ages…how about you…I didn't snore did I?"
Hermione giggled.
"The great Harry Potter snores!"
Harry shrugged.
"You tell me."
Hermione shook her head.
"If you are a snorer you didn't last night."
Harry smiled as he brushed away a lock of hair that was obscuring her left eye as he said.
"Good I would have hated to of kept you awake all night."
Hermione chuckled as she replied.
"Merlin knows I can handle a bit of snoring Harry, I've spent more than a few nights sleeping beside Ron."
No sooner than the words had left her mouth did Hermione regret saying them. Here she was lying in bed with Harry after they'd just slept together for the first time and she was going on about Ron and his snoring…how thick could she possibly get. Harry saw the sudden self-censure that etched itself on Hermione's face. Wrapping his arms around her snugly he responded by saying.
"Sounds like a bloody lawnmower sometimes doesn't he?"
Hermione looked up in amazement. Harry continued.
"You don't have to worry about saying something wrong in front of me Hermione. You were with Ron for a long time, you have a history together…I know that better than anyone does. I'm not going to have a fit every single time you mention Ron. I expect there'll be times when something happens that makes you think of Ron, there'll even be times when I think of Ginny too I reckon…they were a part of our lives for a very long time, no expects that to just go away…"
Harry's words were cut off as Hermione threw her arms around his neck and drew his mouth to hers in a slow, deep kiss. Hermione molded her body to Harry's as she deepened the kiss. She was amazed by how perfectly they fit together. Her breasts were pressing against his chest, and she could feel her nipples harden at the contact. Her stomach was pressed against his, and she could feel the evidence of his desire for her. Instinctively they moved against each other deepening the kiss, wrapping themselves around each other, mouths fused together, tongues caressing, hands roaming over backs and hips, cupping and caressing arses as their passions grew more intense.
Harry wanted this time to be everything that the night before hadn't been. He wanted to love Hermione, worship her, show her just what she meant to him. As those thoughts streaked through his brain, Harry crushed his mouth against Hermione's, kissing her with all his passion. It seemed he couldn't kiss her hard enough…he ravaged her mouth, spurred on by her moans and whimpers of pleasure. Gently yet firmly he pushed her onto her back before claiming her mouth once again. Harry kissed her until she was breathless. He then kissed his way down her body stopping to caress her breast in his hands. Leaning down he captured one breast in his mouth, then the other. Hermione closed her eyes as she felt his soft lips nibbling her. He moved down from her breasts to run his mouth over her belly.
Hermione moaned as Harry ventured further down her trembling form to the nest of curls at the apex of her thighs. Hermione gasped as Harry lowered his head and touched his mouth to her sex for the first time. Running his tongue between her folds, sucking at the core of Hermione's sweet womanhood, Harry moaned against her. She tasted so good, so sweet, supple and yielding. He gently pushed two fingers inside her as his tongue continued to caress her. The feeling of her soft tightness around his fingers as he readied her caused his already stiff member to harden even more. Harry swirled his tongue around her clit while he continued to move his fingers in and out of her in a steadily deliberate motion. Hermione cried out wantonly and bucked her hips as she felt her orgasm approaching. Harry's mouth was a wonder unto itself, he was mind-bogglingly good at this, his expert tongue alone had her on the verge of losing herself, something that had never happened to her before. She vaguely thought to herself that she understood why Ginny had stayed with Harry despite all their problems, who'd leave a man who could cause such pleasure so effortlessly. All thought ceased as she felt the rising pleasure overtake her and suddenly she was coming, spasming, her hand grabbed at his head, holding him in place as she cried out loudly from the intense pleasure rocketing through her body. She felt as if she was floating, it felt so good. She lay there, boneless, trying to slow her breathing. She couldn't seem to think straight. It felt so bloody amazing. She could feel the wetness between her legs streaming as she fought to get a grip on her trembling body.
But Harry was not done yet. Before Hermione had recovered, he was looming above her, whispering endearments as he slipped inside the lovely wet heat of her. Harry slid into her softness, his eyes sliding shut as he felt her clench around him. He moaned aloud, his words husky with passion.
"God, Hermione you feel so good."
She was so warm and soft. He had never known such pleasure as he did at this very moment inside Hermione. He kept his thrusts slow and gentle at first, savoring the feeling of feeling her around him. He felt the pleasure building, felt like his whole body tingling. Hermione wrapped her legs around the back of his knees, pushing herself into him harder as she moaned softly. Harry leaned down to kiss her hard as he began to increase the pace. He pounded into her, harder, then faster. He didn't think anything in time and space could feel as good as Hermione wrapped around him. She grabbed his hips and opening her mouth cried out.
"Oh, Harry…Harry…oh God...oh….please…don't stop…harder...please…Harry…"
Harry increased the speed of his thrusts even more, adjusting himself just so to give Hermione the sensation of his throbbing member brushing against her clit each time he withdrew and re-entered her. He knew it was the right thing when Hermione arched up off the bed and screamed his name as her second orgasm overtook her. She clenched around him tightly, Harry groaned low in his throat, Merlin she felt so good, she was so hot, so wet, so tight...Harry let out a loud groaning wail as he came, spilling into Hermione, he trembled with the intensity of the moment. He had never come this hard before. He tried but failed to open his eyes, he lost all coherent thought as the wave after wave of pleasure crashed through his body. Breathlessly chanting Hermione's name Harry collapsed beside her utterly spent.
Harry was unsure of how long they lay there before their breathing slowed, their racing hearts reverted closer to their normal steady rhythms and they regained the powers of speech and mobility. But when he was once again able to open his eyes it was to the sight of a flushed albeit sated Hermione staring back at him in wonder.
"Bloody hell…if I'd known I'd be getting that treatment I wouldn't have made you wait!"
Harry turned on his side and smiled.
"You always did bring out the best in me."
Hermione snuggled closer to him and saucily retorted.
"I hope you saved some for later."
Harry winked as he leaned in close and said.
"I've got an infinite supply love, an infinite supply."
Their lips met in a sweet kiss. As they parted, Hermione laid her head on Harry's chest, he wrapped his arms around her and they contented themselves with the nearness of each other. Harry's mind drifted back to his thoughts from earlier that morning. He remembered Ron's words to him that day two months before. Hermione looked up and saw the pensive expression covering Harry's face, taking a finger and tracing the muscles of his chest and arms, she inquired.
"Knut for your thoughts."
Startled out of his thoughts Harry looked down at Hermione and asked.
"What was that?"
Hermione smiled as she rephrased her question.
"I asked what you were thinking about just now."
Harry replied absently.
"I was just thinking about Ron."
Hermione's eyes widened as she leaned back to get a better look at Harry's face. With an undisguised note of incredulousness in her voice said.
"We just had what was quite possibly the hottest shag in the history of all shags and you're thinking about Ron."
Harry grinned rather sheepishly.
"I wasn't thinking about Ron…I was actually thinking about the night two months ago when I ran into Ron in Diagon Alley and something he said to me."
Overcome by curiosity Hermione asked.
"What did he say?"
Harry told Hermione about meeting Dudley at the pub earlier that same evening and after they'd parted how he gone into Diagon Alley to fetch her books and a few other things he needed and run into Ron. He replayed his entire conversation with Ron to her. He explained the apparition that had emerged out of the locket during their hunt for the horcruxes (Harry and Ron had never shared that bit of the story with her). Harry told her how Ron had queried him about his feelings for her and when he'd realized what those feelings truly meant. Harry paused and took a steadying breath before saying.
"When I was talking to Ron that night I realized something that I suppose I'd always known but had never had plucked up the courage to say…Ron told me I should tell you…"
Hermione interrupted.
"What was it that Ron thought you ought to tell me?"
Harry took Hermione's hand in his and said.
"That it's always been you…my deepest heart's desire…the one thing I needed more than anything…it's always been you Hermione."
Hermione closed her eyes momentarily and as she opened them she leaned over and kissed Harry softly on the lips as she whispered.
"I love you too Harry, I love you too."
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