Embarrassment

Hello! I know I should be updating Scandalous, and I’m working on it. But this came to mind and I couldn’t ignore it. Enjoy! But seriously- it’s full of blah. I don’t even think I did a very good job on it. Please review to tell me it was awful, or good, or okay.

*kisses*

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“Harry! I’m going out shopping for groceries. Do you need anything?”

“No, Mione. I’m okay. How long will you be gone?”

“Not over an hour I expect. I’ll see you when I get back!”

With that the door was shut, and Harry was left all alone in the apartment he and Hermione shared in Muggle London. Ron’s current apartment-buddy was Luna Lovegood- his fiancée. Honestly speaking, Harry couldn’t be happier for his best friend; but he couldn’t help feeling jealous, either. See, Harry’s been in love with Hermione ever since seventh year. But she could never love him back. Or so Harry thought.

~*~

I should just tell him I’m in love with him. Hermione thought as she roamed the aisles carelessly, searching for the groceries on her list. Hermione had a predicament too; she was completely in love with Harry- her best friend since forever. But he could never love her back.

It seems that both of them are in the predicament, right?

~*~

“Harry! I’m home!” Hermione yelled, gently closing the door behind her. Walking into the kitchen area, she noticed a piece of paper lying on the counter.

Hermione,

I ran out for a bit. Had to think things over. I should be back around 5:00.

-Harry

Hermione glanced at the clock; it was about 4:40. Looking around the empty apartment, she noticed that Harry’s bedroom door was open. Curiosity got the better of her as she walked over to the door. Of course, she’s been in his room before. But Harry had always been with her, and she bloody well couldn’t do any snooping with him there. Plus his door was always shut, and Hermione respected his privacy too much to go snooping then.

“But he left it open.” Hermione half-sang to herself. “So legally AND consciously I’m in the clear!”

Harry’s room was almost exactly the same as she had seen it last; clothes strewn everywhere, sheets on the bed messed up, and everything perfectly out of place. Except for a little brown book on his bed.

“What’s this?” Hermione murmured, sitting on the bed with the little book in her lap. Opening to a random page, Hermione read.

Well, she’s done it again. Just when I think I can get along with just being friends, she reminds me that I’m in love with her. Today she kissed me. And I don’t mean a “peck on the lips” kind of kiss. I mean a “tongue in my mouth, make me so damn hard” kiss. God I love Truth or Dare. I just want to know if she loves me back. That’d be nice. But Mione’s too smart to love me back. She couldn’t love me back. -October 6^th

Hermione gasped.

“Harry loves me?” she asked softly. “He loves me back? All this time I could have had him, and instead we’ve been so stupid!” Just then an idea came to mind and a smile appeared on her lips.

“I think some seducing is in order.”

~*~

“Mione, I’m back!”

“In the kitchen!”

Harry walked around the corner to find Hermione standing next to the stove, stirring something or other. He grinned and gave her a hug from behind.

“Hey,” he said softly. Hermione leaned back into his embrace.

“Hey,” she repeated. “Dinner’s almost ready. Is pasta okay?”

“Yeah,” Harry said. “Pasta’s great.” With a final squeeze, Harry let go and began walking to his bedroom, yelling “I’ll be back in a minute!”

Hermione took the pot off the stove and walked over to the sink to drain it.

“Let the tormenting begin.” She said with a smirk.

~*~

What in God’s name is she doing to that peach? Harry thought as he watched Hermione eat the fruit as slowly as possible. Her pink tongue came out every so often to rid her lips of any stray juice, making Harry imagine what other things she could do with her tongue…

Its working, thought Hermione, watching Harry watch her tongue. Oh Merlin, it’s working.

Once Hermione had completed the task of eating the peach, she looked across the table at Harry.

“So,” she said. “Where did you go earlier?”

“Just a stroll around the neighborhood.” Harry replied. “I had to figure a couple things out.”

“Like what?” Hermione asked, leaning forward to show him some of her cleavage.

“Like future relationships,” answered Harry truthfully. “Like if there really is such a thing as a soul mate.”

“And?” Hermione asked. “Did you figure if there was such a thing?”

Harry nodded. “Yes. Of course.” He said. “But only if you find that special some…”

He broke off. Hermione had just taken a piece of chocolate off the plate she had brought in for dessert and had sensually bitten off half of it.

“….one.” he finished feebly.

“Who’s your soul mate, Harry?” Hermione asked, using her index finger and thumb to wipe nonexistent chocolate from the sides of her mouth.

“I’m not sure.” Harry said. “I’ll know her when I see her.” It’s Mione, he thought. I know that much.

He’s such an awful liar. Hermione thought. She slowly slid the rest of the chocolate into her mouth, making sure that Harry was watching her. Harry cleared his throat, willing his eyes to focus on something else. Anything else. Not Hermione’s mouth, not her breasts, not her eyes- God they’re pretty.

“Hey,” Hermione said, breaking the silence. “You wanna watch the telly?”

“Yeah, sure.” Harry said, nodding and standing up.

The two of them walked over to the couch and sat down side by side. Once Hermione had turned the television on, she sat back and shivered.

“I’m so cold.” She said. Harry quickly put his arm around her shoulder and began rubbing her arm.

“Better?” he asked, concerned. Hermione shifted a bit so she was cuddled up next to him.

“Much.” She said, laying her head on his shoulder. She began absent-mindedly playing with his shirt.

Harry smiled and turned his attention to the TV. It was “Just My Luck.”

Hermione squealed. “Ooh, I love this movie!”

They ended up only watching the last forty-five minutes of it. As the credits were rolling, Hermione stretched against him, making sure to press as much of her body against him as possible.

“I’m gonna go take a shower, kay?” she said. Sitting up, Hermione leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the lips, then moved off the couch and walked to her bathroom, swinging her hips as she went.

Wow. What’s gotten into Hermione lately? Harry thought as he sat on the couch. I mean, I love this side of her. But is there a reason for it?

A couple minutes of silence left Harry thinking about possible explanations, while Hermione was planning her next big seducing scheme. Smirking, she walked out of her bathroom and into the living room area- behind Harry. She began to rustle a few bags.

“Harry?” she asked. “Have you seen my body wash? I bought it yesterday and now I can’t find it.”

“Hmm?” Harry asked, not looking at her. “What was that, Mione? I couldn’t hear you very clearly.”

Hermione stood up. “I said, have you seen my body wash? I bought it yesterday and now I can’t find it!”

“What on earth are you talking about?” Harry asked, standing up and turning around to help her look. But what he saw left him dead in his tracks.

Oh my God. He thought. Is she really…?

“Harry?” Hermione said, giggling. “Why are you standing there like a horny teenager?”

She’s wearing nothing but a black thong. Hermione Granger is wearing nothing but a very skimpy black thong. Why is she wearing nothing but a little triangle made of black lace? Oh my God, look at her breasts. They’re so perfect- so pert. Her nipples are so rosy. I wonder what it’d be like to touch them… oh, snap out of it!

“Um, Hermione… you do realize that you’re wearing nothing but a pair of lacy black knickers, right?”

Hermione casually looked down, noticed her attire, or lack of, then shrugged.

“Apparently I am.” She said. “So are you going to help me look for my body wash or not?”

“But shouldn’t you be embarrassed?” Harry asked, stepping closer to her.

“Well, if I should, it’s a little late for that, isn’t it?” Hermione asked.

“God, you’re gorgeous.” Harry murmured, restraining himself from touching her.

Hermione blushed. “Compliments aren’t needed here, Harry.”

“Mione.” Harry groaned, closing his eyes for a brief moment. “I might kiss you.” He admitted.

Hermione stepped over to him, so close that he could feel her breasts pressed up against his shirt.

“I’m not going anywhere.” She whispered.

Harry swiftly grabbed her face and pulled her in for a kiss.

Her lips are so soft, he thought fuzzily as he moved his hands to her neck- deepening the kiss. She moaned and attempted to move closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Harry then positioned his hands around her waist and picked her up as though she weighed nothing.

The two of them stumbled drunkenly into Harry’s bedroom. Hermione felt like her whole body was on fire- she had never been touched like this, kissed like this. She felt as though he wanted to worship every single part of her body.

Harry lay her gently down on his bed, then leaned back to look at her. Pupils dilated, breathing ragged, she looked like a goddess. Her hair was randomly placed around her face, but Harry thought she looked perfect.

“You’re beautiful.” He said softly.

Hermione blushed. “Thank you, Harry.” She whispered.

He moved over her and with a growl, kissed her again. This time he ran his tongue along her bottom lip, and was granted access instantly. Moaning, Hermione tried to undo Harry’s button-up shirt without looking at it. That didn’t work out so well, so she broke the kiss and tried again. Every time a button was opened and new skin revealed, Hermione would kiss it, lick it, or gently bite it until his shirt was completely off.

Eagerly, Harry moved his hands down to her waist, to the band of her knickers. Hermione stopped him.

“Nuh uh.” She said, her voice throaty. “Here I am, almost completely naked and you’re still wearing your bottom half. That’s no fair.”

“Oh.” Harry said slowly, making his way up to her face. “I see how it is.” He spread his arms wide- an invitation. “Have at it.” He said.

“Gladly.” Hermione whispered, grabbing him by his arms and tossing him playfully down so that their positions had switched; she was now on top. Slowly she dragged her nails over his nipples, making him groan. His jeans got considerably tighter as he saw the look on her face. Smirking, she ran her hand over the bulge in his pants.

“Should we do something about that?” she asked, her voice almost inaudible.

“Mione.” Harry gasped. “Are- are you sure?”

“Positively sure.” Hermione said. “I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t see straight.”

“Mione.”

“I want you to fuck me so hard until I can’t remember my own name.”

“Mione.”

“I want you to—”

“Mione!”

“What?”

Harry smiled. “Don’t worry. I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t remember anything.”

Her smile was that of a child at Christmas, and it made Harry’s heart soar. She kissed her way down his abs, pausing to stick her tongue in his bellybutton, and eventually got to his jeans. Unbuttoning and unzipping with one swift move, Hermione slid his jeans and boxers down together. She threw them both in the corner and turned her attention to his straining cock.

“It’s so big.” She observed quietly.

“Um, thanks?” Harry said, shifting a bit under her gaze. Hermione reached out and took it in her hand, stroking it a bit. Harry groaned.

“Do that again.” He instructed. “But a bit harder.”

Hermione did so, and was rewarded with another groan from Harry. Curiosity got the better of her as she attempted to replace her hand with her mouth. Harry stopped her.

“We can do that some other time— if you want.” He said gently. “But you’re still wearing your knickers and I’d much rather see you without them.”

Effortlessly, he flipped them over again; so he was on top. Slowly he moved his hand over her breast, cupping it. He gently ran his thumb over her nipple. Hermione moaned, throwing her head back.

“Harry.” She sighed. “Do it again.”

Tentatively, he took his other hand and repeated his actions on her left breast. She moaned again and fisted the sheets.

“Oh God.” She whispered.

Harry, feeling a lot bolder, replaced one of his hands with his mouth and sucked. Hermione took a sharp breath and tangled her hand in his hair- keeping him where he was. She could feel his erection pressed against her thigh; it was sending waves of excitement through her body and heat pooling between her legs.

While Hermione was preoccupied, Harry’s free hand slid down her body, taking her lacy underwear with it. He reluctantly took his mouth off her breast, then kissed his way up her body and to her slightly swollen lips. Simultaneously, he slid his tongue into her mouth and two fingers into her slick folds.

She gasped and broke the kiss. Harry relocated to her neck; kissing, licking, and sucking every bit of it.

“Mmm, you’re wet.” He murmured, while he continued to finger-fuck her.

“Only for you.” Hermione purred seductively, running her nails along his back. “Always for you.”

“Mmm.” Harry groaned as he sucked hard on a certain part of her neck.

“Harry.” She whispered in his ear, making him stop his ministrations and lift his head to look at her.

“I want you.” She said, her hand funning down his chest to his hard manhood, squeezing it lightly. “Please, Harry.”

He gently pressed his forehead against hers.

“Mione.” He said quietly. “I’m not sure what to do.”

“Well, neither do I.” Hermione murmured, blushing. “Just… do what feels right.”

“Do what feels right…” Harry repeated, shifting so he was almost completely on top of her. “Well what if fucking you silly feels right?”

Hermione shivered. “Then by all means, fuck me silly.”

She guided his cock to her wet folds. Inch by inch he began to slide into her. Hermione groaned.

“Harry.” She whispered. “Just do it.”

He nodded and swiftly plunged into her, stifling her cry of shock and pain with his lips. Harry wanted nothing more than to move. He needed to move; but he wasn’t going to until Hermione was okay. He instead busied himself with kissing away her tears, and every other part of her face. Hermione gently rocker her hips.

“You can move.” She told him. “I’m okay now.”

“Are you sure?”

She nodded, then rolled her hips again. Harry groaned. Slowly he pulled himself out of her, then glided back in. Hermione moaned breathily, her hips coming up to meet his thrust.

Eventually they found a rhythm; the two began to move as one. As her moans and sighs increased in volume, his thrusts intensified.

“Harryyy.” Hermione said, her head falling backwards. “Fuck meee.”

“Working on it.” Harry said, and pushed into her with more vigor.

“Harderr.” Hermione encouraged. “Fasterr!”

Pumping as hard and as fast as he could, Harry thrust in and out of her as if his life depended on it.

“Can’t—last—much—longer—” Hermione murmured, her breath getting shallower.

“Let it go.” Harry soothed. “Mione, baby, let it go.”

Slowly his hand went from her neck, to her breast, down past her stomach, and finally to her clit. He fondled it with his fingers, watching her face the entire time.

“Ohhh, Harrryyyyy!” she half moaned, half yelled as she arched her back.

“Come on, love.” Harry said, shifting slightly so he could kiss her. His tongue almost immediately forced entry to her mouth, where he sensually ran his tongue along hers. She moaned into his mouth and arched her back again. Harry broke the kiss so he could focus more on her clit.

A couple more moans. Harry groaned as he felt her walls clench around him.

“Harry! Oh—Oh my God—HARRY!” Hermione yelled as she reached her climax.

Harry thrust one, two, three more times before coming as well, her name on his lips as he collapsed on top of her.

For a little while the only sound in the room was their heavy breathing. Eventually Harry lifted his head to look at Hermione.

“Hey.” He said, smiling softly.

“Hello.” She replied, smiling back.

Harry slowly slid out of her and lay down behind her. Spooning up against her, he moved her hair so he could kiss her neck. Hermione moaned, then shivered as he gently bit the cord. Leaning back against him, she moved her hand down the side of his body, taking hold of his cock and stroking it almost absent-mindedly.

Harry groaned and moved his hand so it was half around her waist, while cupping her breast. Hermione sighed in content and removed her hand from his cock. Turning her head, she put her hand on his neck and kissed him softly, lovingly. After a minute they broke apart and Hermione returned her head to its original position.

“Mione?” Harry asked quietly.

“Yes, Harry?” Hermione said.

“What— I mean, why did you—?”

“Shh.” Hermione said softly. “We’ll talk in the morning, I promise. Goodnight, Harry.”

“Night, Mione.” Harry whispered, and they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

~*~

Oh dear God, what am I going to tell her now? Harry thought as he watched Hermione sleep. She looked like an angel; her hair framing her face perfectly. She looked so peaceful.

She wasn’t drunk. Harry thought. And I didn’t fore her to, which means she wouldn’t mind if I did this…

He began to gently knead her breast, thinking she was still asleep. But…

“Mmm, that feels nice.” Hermione whispered, making Harry jump in surprise.

“I thought you were asleep.” Harry said, though he didn’t stop caressing her breast.

“No.” she said simply. “I’ve been awake for a while.”

“Oh.”

Another silence, and then;

“Mione?”

“Yes, Harry?”

“I’m sorry.”

Hermione turned around so she was facing Harry.

“You’re sorry? For what?”

“For taking advantage of you.” Harry said. To his surprise, Hermione laughed.

“Oh Harry, you’ve got nothing to be sorry for. I’m the one who seduced you.”

That last sentence made Harry freeze.

“You— you what?”

“I.Seduced.You.” Hermione said slowly, waiting for his reaction. He stared at her; almost in awe.

“You seduced me.” He repeated. “But… but why?”

“Because.” Said Hermione. Then she sighed. Better tell him the truth. “I seduced you because I love you.”

Harry blinked a couple of times, and the two spent a moment in silence, just staring at her. Then all of a sudden Harry moved forward and captured Hermione’s lips in a kiss so passionate it left her breathless. After a few minutes of tongues dueling, fighting for dominance, they broke apart due to lack of oxygen.

“So,” Hermione said. “What does this mean?”

“I love you, Mione.” Harry said. “So fucking much it hurts.”

Hermione smiled and snuggled close to him.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” She said with a smirk.

“Good.” Harry whispered into her hair, making absent-minded circles on her waist with his fingers. “Because it was meant to be one.”

“Harry.” Hermione said suddenly. “I have a question.”

“Shoot.”

“What does this mean for us?”

“Well, I was hoping it means that you’ll agree to be my girlfriend. Seeing as I love you and you love me, and we just shagged.”

Hermione laughed. “What are we going to tell our friends?”

“That we had to see for ourselves that we loved each other.”

“It just took a little embarrassment.”

*FIN*