Harry knew that if he kissed her now, he wouldn't want to stop at that. He'd have to touch her. And once he touched her.....
Hermione pulled away first, making the decision for him.
"Uhm....I should really clean this so that the stain ...uhm so that it doesn't set," she said. She let her hair fall down slightly over her face curtaining her flush of embarrassment and desire.
Harry helped Hermione off his lap and watched as she went scourgified the stain away…. After the bathroom door shut, he collapsed down into a chair in the living room, his head in his hands. Hermione Granger was going to be the death of him and she didn't have any idea what she was doing to him.
Hermione was fighting her own struggle. Dinner had been incredibly arousing. She didn't know why but there was just something about the way Harry had kept looking at her, like he was devouring her with his eyes. It had made her insides quiver, stirring up feelings she'd never felt before. And even though it was slightly scary, she liked it.
Pulling her sweater over her head, she set about trying to get the stain out. It took a few moments but she finally managed, as she was so aroused and was shaking Taking a deep breath, she decided that despite her nervousness about everything, she couldn't leave Harry out there by himself all night. And she still wanted things to move forward.
Harry's head came up quickly when he heard the door to the bathroom start to open. Hermione's head peaked
out. "Harry...sorry I was so long''
Harry smiled and held his hand out to her. The candles in the room were all lit, glowing brightly as Harry led Hermione toward the center of the room. He stood Hermione in the middle of the floor and told her to stay. Then he went over to the small stereo that sat on top of the TV. Pretty soon music filled the tiny apartment.
"May I have this dance?" Harry asked dramatically.
"Oh...of course," Hermione responded breaking out into a smile as Harry pulled her into his arms, barely waiting for her answer.
As the music played, Harry danced her around the room, making her laugh with his playfulness. It felt good to be
like this, to just enjoy each other's company without interruption. Hermione loved every moment she got to spend
with Harry. He'd made everything in her life seem that much better.
They danced for what seemed like hours, not really paying attention to the songs, just to each other and the way it
felt to hold and be held. Quite suddenly though, the mood seemed to shift. The playfulness began to fade as seriousness
set in. Harry was drawn into the emotions in Hermione's eyes and instinctively pulled her to him, holding her
closer and more tightly. Hermione's own arms tightened around Harry as the music filled the room. She took a deep
breath, trying to calm her pounding heart. But the breath only succeeded in making it race as she inhaled the scent of
Harry. Merlin!...he was just so....incredible. She could hardly believe that he wanted her.
Harry was experiencing much the same thing. His senses were nearing overload with the smell and feel of Hermione
surrounding him. His body, which he'd kept in check for most of the evening, was no longer heeding him and was
reacting to everything about her.
They both pulled back at the same time, neither able to hold off any longer. Their mouths came together quickly . The kiss was deceptively gentle and sweet despite the urgency they both felt. It deepened quickly though and soon their bodies were pressed together, no longer dancing.
Hermione could feel her knees growing weak as Harry's lips left her own to trail soft kisses along her chin and
down the smooth column of her throat. It felt so good. Like his touch was stimulating nerve cells that she hadn't
been aware existed before this. She felt alive. She felt undone. "Harry.....maybe we should just lie down,"
Hermione suggested, trying to catch her breath still.
Harry pulled back a little and nodded shortly. Hermione bit back a gasp at the look in his eyes. They'd gone dark and she couldn't quite place the emotions she was reading in them. In the next moment they were there, on the couch, kissing again. Hermione's hands began to wander. She could feel the corded muscles underneath Harry's sweater. But that wasn't enough, she wanted to see them and to touch them without the barrier of clothing. "Harry..." she gasped out between heated kisses, "can you take your shirt off?"
Harry paused his assault, swallowing hard before nodding. He fumbled momentarily before his brain caught up with the rest of his body. Then he quickly pulled the sweater up and over his head.
Hermione greedily drank in the sight of Harry and his magnificent torso. She just wanted to stare.....no she wanted
to touch. Harry watched with baited breath as Hermione looked him over. He could see curiosity and desire in her eyes.
They she was reaching forward and her small, warm hand was splayed across his chest, touching him. He sucked in a
breath at the contact. "You're so beautiful, Harry," she whispered in awe as she continued her
exploration.
The emotions flooding through Harry from her gently caress were almost overwhelming. He let her have free reign for
awhile but as her hands began to drift lower he stopped her. "I...I want to see you too, Hermione," he
whispered.
Hermione nodded, giving Harry a shy smile. His hands went quickly to the hem of the shirt she was wearing. He
brought it up and over her head. Her hair fell in disarray as he removed the shirt, settling over her shoulders once
again.
Again Harry sucked in a deep breath. He hadn't been prepared though for what he was seeing. She had some kind of lingerie on underneath that ssweater and it was leaving very little to the imagination. He could see the curves of her breasts, could see how they moved with each of the breaths she was taking, and the dark colour of nipples that made the fabric pucker.
Oh...Merlin . He was going to lose it. She was so beautiful.
He wanted so many things to happen at once but was so unsure that he could only do the one thing that he was certain
of. He kissed her. And in that one kiss he conveyed everything that he was feeling; how much he adored her and cared
for her, how much he wanted her.
As Hermione returned the demanding kiss, she moved to position herself more comfortably, lying back on the couch and pulling Harry down on top of her. His lips were lethal, she decided. They made her dizzy and light headed. Made her think only of the way he made her feel, they way she wanted nothing else in the world but him.
She gulped in air as Harry's mouth broke from hers, moving to explore newly exposed skin. His mouth grazed her neck, pausing briefly to suck lightly on the skin over her pulse. As he did this, his hands were touching her in a way that he hadn't touched her before. Ever so slowly his caress began, starting at her hip and moving up, reaching her stomach and then going up further still. Harry could feel Hermione's skin beneath the flimsy material. Hermione's own anticipation increased as Harry's fingers grazed her rib cage. Instinctively she arched her back urging him closer to her.
Hermione let out a slight gasp as his hand moved, brushing against her breast. Then Harry's mouth was back on hers, urging her with his tongue to open up to him. She granted his request and their tongues clashed together, dueling fiercely.
T.B.C….