I do not own these characters; they are the property of JK Rowling.
Authors Note: For this story I need to thank a few people, my wife who offered ideas whenever I got stuck, and my two betas' on this one, Digitallace, who helped me early, and Viopathartic, who helped me late. They fixed my mistakes and offered helpful suggestions. Thank you all. Just as a side note, Harry is a bit OOC in this story, and others are as well. To anyone who read my first story, trust me, this one is very different. Hope you enjoy it.
Ruby Reds
Harry sat in his Defense against the Dark Arts class and all he could think about were Hermione lips.
It had all started at lunch. Hermione was just eating a plum, nothing out of the ordinary, she favors fruit, she's a dentist's kid. She was actually eating a very juicy plum and she was having a hard time controlling the juice. It was a drippy mess but it made her lips shine.
Their eyes met and he smiled at her and pointed to his chin and then at her. She got the message. She gave him a slightly embarrassed smile and found a napkin to clean herself up. She mouthed a soundless 'thank you'.
In her embarrassment Hermione bit her bottom lip. Which made her lip very plump and red and it was still so shiny from the juicy plum that he couldn't look away.
"Oh my God….look at those lips," he thought as his mouth dropped open slightly. "Man I'd love to kiss and nibble on those for the rest of the afternoon," he daydreamed as he stared.
Hermione noticed him staring at her and became very self-conscious. "Harry….Stop staring at me, I know I'm a mess but it's not polite to stare!"
"No…you're not a mess, you look amazing!" he blurted out, and instantly regretted.
She froze, right where she was, mid bite, and her eyes bulged slightly.
Ron's attention immediately snapped to Harry's direction.
Ron for years had been on constant watch for even the slightest hint of an attraction between Harry and Hermione. So far there really hadn't been any, today there was, and he was on full alert.
"What I meant was," Harry stalled, thinking as quickly as he could to get out of I present predicament. "You looked like this cute little kid all drippy and smiley is all."
Hermione looked annoyed, but Ron had lowered his guard a bit, and that was a good thing.
"Better to have Hermione a little annoyed at me, than to have Ron on 24 hour keep Harry away from Hermione duty," he reasoned.
"Especially if I'm looking to get me some of that," he thought as an evil grin spread across his face.
He wiped away his smile quickly and shrugged towards Hermione offering a quick, 'Sorry' as she cleaned herself up. She frowned at him in reply. The slightly annoyed look on her face caused Harry to chuckle softly.
"I'll make it up to her," he assured himself as he studied the fullness of her lips, "yeah, by mauling those bad boys."
"Shit…Ron's watching me again."
"Hey….how about them, Cannons?" he asked the redhead.
Happily, as if he hadn't just been staring daggers at Harry, Ron shifted gears and began a nonstop droning on about his favorite teams' chances of winning their upcoming Quidditch match.
"Whew…that was close," he thought as he ventured a quick peek and those succulent ruby reds of Hermione's, which were quickly becoming an obsession. "Oh yeah….this isn't going to be easy."
Harry's attitude toward life had changed recently. While his buddy Ron had a family, and a life expectancy, Harry didn't really have either so he had decided to live his life to the fullest.
At the moment, 'to the fullest' meant the girl sitting across from him.
Hermione could feel his eyes on her, again, as they sat in their second class of the afternoon. She couldn't see him, but she knew he was staring at her.
"Third time since lunch," she reminded herself. She accidentally dropped her quill in the aisle on her left and snuck a peek at Harry through the strands of her hair as she picked it up.
"Yup….emerald green eyes boring right into me," Hermione confirmed as she noticed Harry lean forward in his seat to stare even more intently at her as she picked up her quill.
Where exactly, his eyes were focused, she wasn't sure.
"I can't believe this! He's never done this before, Ron sure, quite often actually, the bloody pervert, but Harry, nope, first time. For Merlin's sake, he wasn't even being subtle about it, he didn't have his books open and he wasn't even pretending to pay attention. Luckily, he was sitting in the very back of the class or everyone would have noticed what he was doing, and what he wasn't." she thought.
"Man I love springtime classes." Harry was thinking as he sat in the last row of seats, staring at Hermione again. "Ahh, no stuffy robes….it doesn't get any better than this."
Harry leaned back in his chair and stretched his legs out in front of him. He interlaced his fingers behind his head, looking completely content. "Short plaid skirt, little white cotton blouse….all was right with the world."
He suddenly leaned forward. "Oh man…Yeah, like I didn't see you push the quill off your desk, Hermione, just like I'm not seeing your skirt ride up when you put your leg in the aisle to pick it up."
"Does she know what she's doing to me? Okay, she's back in her chair now….good." Harry was defiantly enjoying that he could see the outline of her bra right through her white cotton blouse.
"Damn I'm horny today….for her!"
"Shit, class is ending, won't get as good a seat in Transfiguration."
All around him, students began packing up their belongings as they prepared to head to their next class.
"I think she knows," he thought. "She has always known what I was thinking, and if she does now, she'll be blushing when we get up to leave."
She was out of her seat now.
"Are you coming?" she asked.
"Not yet, but I guarantee you'll be the first to know," he said to himself as he leered at her. "Yup…those cheeks are pink," he noticed. "I wonder what color they would be if she knew exactly what I was thinking?"
"No, you go ahead, I'll catch up, I just have a question for Professor," he said.
"Yeah I'll bet! Like what was that entire lesson about as I missed the whole bloody thing because I was too busy staring at my best friend!" Hermione wanted to say, but she replied instead, "Okay, I'll see you in Transfiguration then."
He nodded.
As she went through the door she took a chance and glanced back at him. Harry's eyes quickly darted from her ass up to her face, and he just smiled quite innocently at her.
She smiled back…. uneasily.
Harry arrived in their next class just as the lesson was beginning. He walked into the classroom like he didn't have a care in the world. His eyes found her immediately.
"Hey," he greeted as he flopped into the seat on her right. He then leaned far over and whispered into her ear.
"Can I borrow your Dark Arts notes?"
His lips actually brushed her ear as he said it. She leaned her head away so she could see his face straight on. Her eyes were as big as saucers, and her mouth hung open in shock.
"I can't believe he just did that! He practically nibbled on my ear," she thought as she examined his face. In answer to his question, all she could manage was a very weak, "Sure."
He smiled--she was staring right at him. "Look at those gorgeous lips," he marveled again as his eyes were riveted to her mouth.
"Oh my God!" Hermione thought. "Ron just stared at me.
I've always known Harry was more aggressive than Ron, but…."
"WOW!"
"What do I do now?" After all this time, this was not an issue she had expected to have.
"I shouldn't really be surprised, I mean…. it's only natural, we've been so close for so long but…."
"Harry is after me, and he's being very aggressive about it."
"Am I reading this wrong?" she wondered. "I don't think I am, but…. I guess I could be. Maybe I'll just see how the rest of the day goes," she concluded.
Harry's lips on her ear had definitely gotten her attention.
"Damn, Ron's watching again," Harry noticed. "I knew that ear thing was risky, but it was worth it. I've definitely given her something to think about."
"Man she's hot!" he thought, unable to help himself.
"I'd better back off a smidge and let Ron relax again."
But he didn't.
"See how the rest of the day goes." That was what she had said to herself just a few hours before.
"How did it go? I'll tell you how it went! During the afternoon, he rubbed my shoulders twice, rested his hand on my back, and I know he was sizing up the clasp on my bra while he was back there. If my skirt was made of a flammable material his eyes would have set the damn thing on fire. Then there was his ultimate horn dog moment of the day in Herbology. As he went around me to get to his seat, he slid past my bum so slowly and so close that when he was finally passed I thought to myself, 'Oh my God, I hope that was a wand in his pocket' and then I checked the back of my skirt just to make sure he hadn't left anything behind. That's how the rest of my day went!"
"I wonder if he's under some kind of spell?" she thought to herself as her afternoon came to a close. "Is there such a thing as a horny spell?"
"I don't think so, but if there is, he must have been hit with the damn thing twice! I've been pursued before, but never like this!"
"Okay….so maybe, I leaned into him ever so slightly in Herbology." she admitted. "But, other than that, I didn't instigate any of this."
Harry was pretty happy; he'd had a decent day. He hadn't gotten a damn thing done since lunch time of course, except for hitting on Hermione.
"Hermione," he though dreamily, as he closed his eyes and reviewed his afternoon in his head. This thing for her had intensified as the day had gone on. Just a look or a smile from her, and his blood raced in all directions.
Okay, well…. mainly south.
It took all his will to stop himself from walking up to her and attacking those ruby red lips and running his hands over her whole body.
She was making him nuts! He'd wanted girls before but never, ever, like this.
There had been at least one encouraging sign so far.
"She definitely leaned into me in Herbology, no doubt about it, it was subtle, but she did it."
After dinner, which was fairly uneventful by the day's standards, the three friends sat in the common room together. Well actually, Harry and Hermione sat on couches opposite each other while Ron sat on the floor between them.
Ron sitting between his two friends was not a coincidence. He was suspicious that something was up with them and sitting on the floor would allow him to keep an eye on the both of them.
There was definitely a tension there; it was thick and it was entirely sexual, from what Ron perceived. That kind of tension between his two best friends was the one thing in the world that he did not want to exist.
Hermione sat on one couch reading, Hogwarts a History: The Revised Edition, while sucking on a lollipop.
Where she got the pop, both Harry and Ron had no idea, but Harry was enjoying watching her with it very much.
Hell, at this point in the day, he would have found it sexually arousing if she was eating a tuna fish sandwich. It didn't really matter, if her mouth was moving, he was horny.
If she new what she was doing she didn't show it. She was just reading, like a hundred nights before, nothing out of the ordinary. She wasn't pulling the lollipop out of her mouth and running her tongue over it or anything like that, she was just enjoying a lollipop.
Harry was mesmerized.
He was in a lollipop trance; he watched as the lollipop stick moved from one side of her mouth to the other, obviously, all the movement being caused by her tongue.
The though or her tongue wrapped around anything was….making him decidedly uncomfortable. Hermione would occasionally take the pop out of her mouth and hold it in the air for a second or two while she read or flipped a page. She'd twirl it a few times, and then right back into her mouth it would go.
She seemed completely unaware of what was happening around her until she looked up, and noticed Harry staring at her and then she looked over at Ron, who was also staring.
She looked from one to the other then removed the lollipop from her mouth and said.
"What?"
Neither of them said a word.
"What?" she said more forcefully, before adding, "Its sugar free!"
Both Harry and Ron looked at her like they had no idea what she was talking about. Then, Harry went back to his magazine and Ron decided to play chess with Dean.
She watched them for a second, confused; she wondered what their problem was, and then she went back to her book….and lollipop.
And then she started with the leg.
She was sitting with her legs crossed-right over left and she started bouncing her extended leg up and down slightly as she read. Every time she did that, Harry saw way too much of her thighs.
After about ten minutes of torture, he collapsed face down onto his couch.
"Harry….are you okay?" Hermione asked worriedly after she sucked the juice off her lollipop so she could speak.
"I'll be fine," he replied, voice muffled, with his face buried in a couch pillow.
She was quickly off her couch and kneeling next to him. "Are you alright? Is there anything I can do to help?"
He turned his head slowly, and his eyes captured her concerned but beautiful face.
"Damn….ruby red lips….Again!" he groaned. "Stupid lollipop!"
He took a deep breath.
"Hermione," he began. "I'd like nothing more, than for you to be able to help me with what's wrong."
"What is wrong Harry?" she asked cautiously.
He lowered his voice to barely above a whisper, and asked, an eyebrow raised, "Do you really want to know?"
His green eyes burned into hers and she felt a blush rising.
"Because if you do…. I'll show you," Harry finished, shifting slightly on the couch.
Hermione was startled by his reply. She didn't doubt for a second that he would do exactly what he said, but…. she broke his gaze. Her nerves had faltered.
After staring at her for a very long moment, he let out a disappointed sigh, and then said to her. "I think I just need to spend some quality time in the bathroom."
"Oh, so…. your stomachs upset?" she asked halfheartedly, deep down knowing that was not what he was saying.
He gave her a slight smile and snickered, "Yeah….something like that."
As Harry started to stir, Hermione backed up to give him room to get off the couch, but he did something she hadn't expected. He put his right arm up on the back of the couch and hoisted himself up and over so that he landed behind it.
"I'll see you later," he bid her, as he hurried towards the stairs.
"Harry?" she called after him nervously.
He stopped and looked back over his shoulder at her.
"Yeah?"
"Why did you….?" she asked pointing towards the couch he had just climbed over.
He looked down for a second, as if choosing his words carefully, and then he met her gaze, and for the second time in the last minute Harry repeated, "Do you really want to know?"
She just looked at him, confused as ever. When she didn't answer, he took off up the stairs two at a time.
Hermione stood glued to the spot. She had no idea what to do next. Harry had been aggressively pursuing her all day, and when he finally offered to, 'Put his cards on the table'-- so to speak-- she had backed down, twice.
"I'm such an idiot," she groaned. "I've been waiting for years for him to notice me and now that he finally has, I lose my nerve."
"What's wrong with me?"
She had just left the common room, and she was now wandering the corridors of the castle, thinking things through.
Harry hit the top of the stairs, and veered toward the bathroom, reached for the knob, and stopped dead.
"No, damn it! This is not how this day is going to end!" he concluded as he looked at the bathroom door.
"I need to be more aggressive. I will kiss those gorgeous lips of hers before this day is through." He nodded his head in approval of his new strategy.
With that, Harry turned and went right back down the stairs.
"Where is she?" he wondered as he looked around the common room. Ron and Dean were in the corner playing chess and a few other students were hanging around, but Hermione was nowhere to be seen.
Hermione wandered around the castle for a while, lost in thought. She came to the end of long hallway and had two choices: left or right. At the moment, though, she had no idea what to do, about anything it seemed.
She heard footsteps in the corridor behind her, she turned and she saw Harry coming straight for her.
He was walking at a very determined pace and as he reached her he didn't stop. He slammed into her and wrapping his arms around her, drove them both backwards until they hit the wall.
She was absolutely stunned, first by the force with which he had hit her and then by the force with which they had hit the stone wall.
In the two second from his impact with her to their impact with the wall his tongue was in her mouth and hard at work. He was also caressing and fondling her as he pinned her against the wall with his body.
"I have to touch her skin, I need to feel her body, caress her," Harry thought as he raged with desire.
He un-tucked Hermione's shirt and ran his hands across her flat stomach and over her sides and around to her back.
She was totally blown away by what was happening.
"Oh my God, this is unbelievable," she thought dizzily as Harry's tongue roamed freely in her mouth, and as his hands roamed freely everywhere else.
"Okay, if this is where we're going with this Potter, then let's go!" she decided as her pent up feeling for him burst forth.
She threw herself into her present situation completely. Her hands where in his hair and she pulled him close. She attacked his mouth just as aggressively as he was attacking hers.
He worked his hands back around to her stomach and then up to her breasts, which, after pushing her bra up, he fondled and caressed. She moaned into his mouth at the feel of his hands on her, and then gasped when he broke their kiss to capture her breast with his mouth.
She hadn't even realized that he had unbuttoned her blouse. He lingered over each breast lovingly, running his tongue over her nipples and sucking gently.
He was driving her absolutely insane. She had never felt anything so wonderful. She threw her head back, closed her eyes, and just enjoyed.
When he had finally finished with her breasts, she pushed him back a step so she could look at him.
Hermione stared directly into Harry's eyes with a look that could only be described as 'mischievous'. Then she grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked it open, tearing every single button off. She smiled at him as they listened to the sound of buttons rolling around the deserted corridor.
Hermione leaned in and began planting soft kisses on his chest.
Slowly, she worked her way up to his neck, while her hand found its way down to his crotch.
Harry couldn't help but let out a low growl when she slid her hand down the front of his pants and held him, and began stroking him.
He wouldn't have thought he could get any harder, but he was wrong, under her touch it was possible.
After she had pushed him right to the brink, she stopped, stepped back, and smiled at him.
Now it was his turn to be surprised.
All Harry could do was stand there and stare at her. Her breathing quickened, her eyes turned dark, and her hands were clenched into fists. She couldn't control herself either.
"Good!" he thought.
Harry glanced down at his ruined shirt, he didn't care one bit, and at the bulge in his pants. That, he was hoping to do something about! Then he gave her a fairly evil smile and pounced, attacking her again.
Harry leaned into her and captured her tongue with his. He then reached around behind her and slid his hands down the back of her skirt.
Her skirt was now riding low, about half way down her bottom, and he began kneading and caressing the gorgeous ass he'd been staring at all day.
While groping her, Harry actually reached down far enough to lightly brush the wetness between her legs. He heard her gasp and then sigh ever so softly. Hermione then began to gently glide up and down against his hand in the hope that it would be left right where it was.
She whimpered slightly when he removed it, but when he tried to break their kiss, Hermione bit his lower lip so he couldn't get away.
He finally pulled loose and ran his finger over his lip. Harry stared in amazement when his finger came away bloody. His surprise was not lost on Hermione.
She bit her own lip in an 'I'm sorry' kind of way and gave him a shy smile. "Shy my ass!" he thought. He returned her smile with a sly, mischievous smirk of his own. With that, he lifted her up and as if on cue, she wrapped her legs around his waist.
He then began biting and nipping and sucking on the delicious spot just below her left ear. Hermione's breathing was becoming ragged as she leaned into every attack that he made on her neck.
She began whispering his name over and over again very softly, imploring him to keep going, to never stop.
Then, they heard a noise in the hallway and froze.
Hermione had her arms over Harry's shoulders and her legs fastened around his waist. Her blouse was open, except for the top button, and her bra was pushed up over her breasts. She could only imagine the state her hair was in.
Harry had her pinned against the wall, and his hands on her ass as he held her in place. His shirt was hanging completely open, and his lip was bleeding.
Simply put, this was not a position they wanted to be caught in.
Harry put her down very slowly as they both waited and listened.
Hermione fixed her bra and was attempting to button her blouse as she hid behind his taller frame. He stared down the hallway in the direction of the noise.
They both listened intently for the noise to repeat. When it did not, Harry turned back to face her. He pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose, looked her up and down, and nodded slightly.
Hermione met his gaze. She brushed a few stray hairs away from her eyes and smiled sheepishly at him.
He then reached down, took her hand, and pulled her after him down the hallway. Harry's ruined shirt billowed in the breeze created by his aggressive pace.
"You and I are not finished, not by a long shot."
"You don't here me complaining, do you?" Hermione answered as she trailed behind him still trying to fix her outfit.
"I'm not backing down Harry, not anymore," she said.