Notes: Sorry for the mistakes…and there will be a lot. This story has basically been write and send for the most part. I'm not even sure why. I think I just want to get the parts out when I'm finished with them. So feel free to point out the mistakes and I'll fix them before I finish the story.
Two of (now) three:
She was definitely far, far away. In heaven, on fluffy white, Harry smelling clouds. "Hmm," she moaned, stretching and stretching and…"Harry!" Her mind finally kicked the euphoria, being fully satiated by a gorgeous man wasn't something that she should have forgotten, but things happen.
Harry didn't so much as flinch at her squeal; his stare didn't so much as waver from where he was looking at. At her, she felt a bit like prey, like if she were to move again then any second he would pounce and devour her.
Oh, yes please, she begged silently.
"Hey," he whispered huskily.
Biting her lip, she tucked her face against her hand which rested on the pillow. "Hey."
"You okay?"
"Mm," she nodded, drowning in his eyes.
"Ready for more?" he challenged with a 'full of anticipation' grin.
She stuttered, she actually stuttered. "I-I-I-I don't think I'm actually ready to…um you know, even though what-what-what happened was good," she paused, biting her lip, and rolling her eyes up to the ceiling as if she were thinking, "Way good…damn!" she mumbled, shifting her eyes back to Harry's. A small smile had been forming since the beginning of her speech, but now it was full blown, and not exactly a smile so much as a smug smirk.
He reached a hand out, pulling her lower lip out from the clutches of her savage teeth. "If you aren't careful you're going to end up gnawing a hole in your lip."
"I can't help it, you make me nervous!"
Harry frowned and made a move to smooth her hair back from her face, but paused. "I make you nervous?" he asked, sounding worried.
Hermione smile reassuringly. "In a good way, when I get excited about a book or when I was able to take Ancient Runes in third year…that kind of good."
"You are so beautiful-so damn hot!" he growled suddenly, his hand sliding to the back of her head and pulling her swiftly forward.
She grunted as her body impacted his. She'd had no idea Harry was so verbal in times like-well, times like this. And surely she wasn't hot or-or beautiful, her breast were too small, she barely no…oh my heaven…her eyes were rolling. Harry had dropped his head down so that he was sucking her nipple through her white school shirt.
"Wow," she managed to gasp out, before her head dropped back and her mouth dropped open in a silent scream.
"Hermione," he breathed, barely lifted his head up an inch, "will you do something for me?"
"Mmhmm," she moaned, her chest straining forward to feel his breath.
Harry's eyes shifted up, pushing his arm up so his hand could cup the side of her face. "Look at me," he commanded, "will you do something for me?"
She blinked for almost a full minute before she could register what he said. Look at him Granger. What is it about Harry that makes me loose all inhibition?
"What?"
"Unbutton my pants."
It was a simple statement, Harry had actually said it as if he'd been saying 'how are you today,' or 'good afternoon,' but dear lord she hadn't expected it. This was Harry Potter, the boy who lived, like a million times, he wasn't, he wasn't kinky. Right?
So you must have been absent when he'd given you multiple orgasms then? Huh?
What would he want her to do?
Unbutton his pants.
Right. Pants. Unbutton. Breathe. Just breathe.
Hermione jumped. "Are you growling at me Harry?"
He jerked her hand to his pants, a long, deep groan tearing from his lips. "Please…five minutes ago you were straddling my lap, looking like a fucking goddess, three minutes away from having me come in my pants, and then you black out. So I take you to my room and thank Merlin I'm head boy because do you have any idea how fast the room would be empty if I had to share?! So I'm lying next you, all delightfully rumpled and gorgeous, praying you'll wake up so that we can continue and the whole time I was watching you I got harder and harder, so please, lets continue."
"I'm not-"
"We don't have to have sex that's fine. No to sex, but yes to everything else…right?"
Hermione paused, her eyes searching his. She had trusted him with her life countless of times, why is now any different? She could definitely trust him with her body, especially after…focus! "Yes to everything else."
"Fuck yes," he growled half groaned, his head dropping down on the pillow, his hand forcing hers to do what he commanded.
Unbuttoning guys' pants, when said guy would grunt, then hold your hand in place while he practically fucked it through his jeans every time your fingers accidentally bumped into his erection while trying to get the buttons free was just hot. Major hot, especially when Harry had taken his shirt off a few minutes before the process had begun. He would laugh moan every time her fingers got stuck on a button and she'd have to jerk a little bit, more from the anticipation of seeing him naked than the nervousness. The first time he'd done it, it had startled her.
"H-Harry what are-my hand-oh my…"
At a loss for words she had just watched him, watched the play of muscles in his torso, the strength of his hips rising. She wanted desperately to be on top of him, with him doing those powerful strokes into her, not her hand.
"Okay-sorry," he mumbled.
He had done it one other time before Hermione could actually unbutton all the bottom buttons and her knickers were sopping. She'd become highly embarrassed at the wetness and had squeezed her thighs together, putting her in a slightly awkward position, sitting on her knees with them squeezed together. If it wasn't for the soft bed her knee caps would probably be hurting a lot more.
Once she'd finished that last button Harry jerked his pants down.
Commando!
Hermione's eyes widened as she stared at him. "Oh fuck me," Harry growled, knocking his head into the wall.
Gasping slightly, she crawled up to him, feeling his head for and blood, apparently forgetting why she'd put herself in that awkward position. "Are you okay?"
"Take your clothes off!" he practically shouted. "Merlin, you make me so hot! I've never…" he broke off into a growl as he stared up at her. "Do it! Now!" he shouted.
Hermione jolted. "Alright!" she shouted back, rolling off the bed, standing next to it as she started in on her shirt and paused.
She wasn't having second thoughts, actually just the opposite in fact. She had told Harry she wasn't ready for sex, Hermione knew Harry well enough (though a sexual deprived Harry could be a little shocking) that he would stand by his word. Only she may have been lying to herself about not being ready, because at the moment it was all she could think about.
Hermione wasn't going to tell him just yet anyway. He shouldn't have yelled at her. She grinned evilly, not knowing where this naughty bit of bold behavior had sparked into her. Hermione got back on the bed, only this time she was standing, placing her feet on either side of his hips, heady with the power of making Harry look up at her. Slowly, standing above him she removed her shirt, leaving her pants, knickers, and bra on, however, knowing thoroughly that Harry would be irritated, and slowly sat on his torso.
"You yelled at me," she pouted.
Harry raised an incredulous eyebrow and then growled, it was a noise Hermione was becoming used to, a noise that she was coming to love, coming being the operative word. It was sexy, guttural, deep, and believe it or not something she could have seen Harry doing before this ordeal started. Harry had always been passionate about a lot of things.
Harry, still growling, smacked her arse with his hands, gripping tightly to her buttocks, and then surprisingly, shoving her hips all the way up his chest, so that she was lined up with his face. She was so close in fact that she fell into the wall, supporting herself with her hands, and looking down at him.
"When I said take your clothes, I meant take your clothes off," he said softly.
This time however it was shouted, he spoke it as a challenge. Harry Potter was challenging her, but it was for what was coming next and not something else. When Hermione heard 'evanesco' escape Harry's lips and then felt the spell jolt through her, causing every piece of clothing on her body to disappear, she still hadn't completely understood the challenge.
She yelped, trying to escape from her position of sitting on Harry's chest. Hermione was absolutely mortified.
"Merlin, you are so wet," she felt him whisper against her thigh.
"Harry-what are-no! Stop you can't do that-I--," her words cut off as her mouth dropped open and a hard orgasm roared through her body as Harry's tongue slipped through the folds of her sex.
His hands were clutching her arse, holding her in place, practically on his face, causing her to fall backwards, away from the wall, bracing her hands on either side of his hips. She was literally riding his tongue as the orgasm ripped through her and the next thing she knew she was screaming, at the top of her lungs, her arms completely giving out, her hips fucking his mouth. He wouldn't stop, it was like he was a starving man and she the banquet, and because he wouldn't stop the orgasms didn't stop.
She was losing her mind and he didn't care, he just kept going and going. "You're like the damned energizer bunny," her voice cracked out in a moan.
It wasn't that she didn't absolutely love everything he was doing to her, but she needed to distract him so she could have time, time to recuperate her senses, her strength and it seemed that she was in the perfect position to catch his attention. She completely dropped onto her back, not surprised that Harry followed her movements, still clutching her hips, his head moving with her sudden 'pretend' collapse. She turned her head and stared. He was big, humongous big…so her dorm mates hadn't lied when she'd been eavesdropping on the conversation.
Lavender, who was known around school for having a big mouth, and amazing deep throat talents (Hermione had had to look that up-wow), claimed she could barely take him all in her mouth. That she'd chocked several times, which apparently had been the first time for that to happen.
And here she was, Hermione Granger, a girl who until today had never even been properly kissed, trying to distract Harry Potter from giving her multiple orga-oh another one!
"Oh fuck," Hermione croaked before even thinking, but still too weak to do much more than gasp for breath.
Her curse caused Harry's hips to jerk forward twice. "More of that," he panted, pulling away slightly. "Let me hear you baby!"
She swiftly turned her head, her hand just as quickly coming up to grip him, causing his thighs to tighten, and this movement actually hurt Hermione. Harry's fingernails were digging into her hips, his head pulling back from his ministrations, and dropping to her inner thigh. Her tongue darted out, licking the side of him, causing him to shout.
"Oh yes!" he panted. "Suck me," he growled and then bit the inside of her thigh, causing Hermione to squeal with surprise.
Another one was coming, gods she could feel it building in her lower spin. She slowly opened her mouth, pushing forward with her feet to get at a better angle, turning from her back to her belly, cringing slightly as Harry's teeth barely let go of her thigh. When her mouth engulfed his tip, she was surprised that Harry's hips remained still, when throughout this session they'd only done the opposite, except for that first time in the common room.
He breathed against her hot core, sending shivers through her. Perhaps he was getting impatient with her, because instead of doing what the books had told her to do she was just sitting there, with her mouth closed around the tip of his erection, licking at it like a Popsicle. She wasn't moving up and down and using her hand for whatever she couldn't take in, she was too scared, too scared of messing up, of hurting him.
So she pulled away, kissed the bead of pre-cum off him and turned around. Changing her position so that she faced him, she then slid down his stomach, dropping her eyes to his chest, too embarrassed to meet his eyes, too embarrassed at what the feel of his muscular stomach was doing to her between her thighs. With the evidence of her multiple orgasms glistening on his stomach she slowly slid her sex over his. And now she was watching his hands, his beautiful hands clenching the sheets at the sudden contact.
Within moments she was kneeling between his legs, not making a move to do anything other than look at the floor next to the bed, her entire body flushed with their escapades.
"Hermione?"
"I-I read about this, extensively, but I-" she stopped and swallowed.
Harry started to sit up, but Hermione quickly pushed him down. "Stop! I'm going to do it. I just didn't think this would be the problematic part of the process."
"I'm not going to say you don't have to do it, because Merlin it would be heaven," Harry started, staring down at her, "but when you say stop, we stop."
Hermione nodded, pleased that he'd been honest. "You'll have to-um-help me because I'm kind of forgetting at the moment."
Harry nodded, his eyes dark with passion and pure anticipation. Harry knew at that moment, as he looked at the teenage girl between his legs, that he was about to experience a sweet kind of death. He gritted his teeth, preparing himself.
To Be Continued…
Apparently this is going to be a little longer than I anticipated. One more chapter at the most and I do apologize for Harry and Hermione being out of character, but it's just the way it happened.