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HERMIONE'S BABY
CHAPTER FIVE: FALLING DEEPER
Hermione's face was burning with a mixture of embarrassment and need. Harry's words had touched deep and had awakened something inside of her that had been dormant for way too long. Their eyes locked and her heartbeat accelerated noticeably. What was she supposed to say when he was right about everything he had just mentioned?
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Hermione felt trapped in his gaze and before she could think rationally about what she was about to do, she got up and stood in front of him. Harry watched her. His eyes had taken on the look of a predator and Hermione felt like defenseless prey, but she would be damned if she let him win. It was time she stopped being afraid and went after what she, all of a sudden, so desperately wanted. Without breaking eye contact, she started unbuttoning her jeans and lowered the zipper. She took his hand and pressed it against her belly, daring him with her eyes.
"Go on, then. You say I'm the one with the doubts. Why don't you find out for yourself just what you do to me with just kisses as you said earlier?"
Harry swallowed hard. He hadn't expected Hermione to be so forward or brave. Not about this anyways.
He should have known better. It was Hermione, after all.
His fingers were itching to move lower and find the proof of her arousal. And aroused she was if he was to judge by how hard her nipples were at the moment. Her skin felt warm and soft against his fingers and his control was weakening.
"You don't have to do this, `Mione. I believe you."
"Harry Potter, I'd thought I'd never see the day when your bravery would fail you," she mocked as she moved back.
Seeker reflexes in place, his arm shot out and wrapped around her waist, bringing her body flush against him. He opened his legs wide and nestled her there so she could feel his still aroused member. He cupped her cheek and their eyes locked again, and this time, the battle of wills was a different one. This time neither was willing to concede defeat. The air itself was crackling with their uncontrolled magic.
"You should know better than to push my buttons, Miss Granger," he practically growled.
"And you should stop talking so much. Actions speak louder than words, Mr. Potter," she growled right back.
Harry didn't waste a second more and pressed his lips to hers in a tempestuous kiss. There was no gentleness in this kiss, but a hunger that had built throughout their evening together. Harry devoured her mouth while his fingers moved slowly from her waist to her belly, leaving sizzling trails across her skin and making her muscles quiver.
Hermione's fingers ran trough his hair, driving him crazy with the need to have her. She wasn't holding anything back, making his arousal grow with an intensity he'd never felt before. Wanting to have the upper hand, his fingers sneaked down her jeans and he felt lace on the palm of his hand, making him want her even more.
Who'd have thought the proper Ms. Granger liked lace?
Hermione's body tensed at his touch, but he continued moving until his hand was pressing possessively against her sex. Even with her knickers on, he could feel the warm wetness against his fingertips. His member stirred and his pants were becoming unbearably tight. He started moving his fingers softly against her and felt Hermione moan into his mouth.
She broke the kiss and lowered her head to his shoulder, gasping his name. Harry started nuzzling her neck and bit down on one of the cords. She couldn't help but moan again. Not wanting to give him complete control, one of her hands moved down his chest and stopped when her fingers reached his erection.
It was Harry's turn to moan as Hermione pressed her palm against him. His hips buckled instinctively and she smiled at the reaction. A moment later her body tensed and shuddered when he slipped a finger past her knickers and finally touched her intimately.
The finger slid easily through her wet folds and Hermione couldn't hold back another moan at the sensation of his finger against her sensitive skin. Encouraged by her reaction and by the hand still moving against his hardness, Harry slipped a second finger through and caressed her swollen clit softly.
"Feel that, Harry? You are the cause of that wetness and swelling. Are you satisfied now?" Hermione whispered against his ear, making him shudder as well.
"I'm not going to be satisfied until we take this to its natural conclusion," he whispered back and bit her earlobe softly.
Not wanting to lose the moment, Hermione kissed him again. The kiss was so carnal that Harry stood and pushed her against the kitchen counter, pressing his hardness into her with an urgency that she found absolutely exciting.
Hands started roaming freely and urgently at that point. Harry's free hand cupped a breast and kneaded it softly, his thumb rubbing the hard nipple. His other hand moved lower and entered Hermione slowly, giving her time to adjust. Even in his aroused state of mind he remembered it had been a while for her and he didn't want to cause any discomfort. Hermione rocked against his hand instinctively, bringing their hips closer.
A second finger found its way inside of her, moving softly in an out, while Hermione panted. Feeling bolder still, she unbuckled his belt and then undid the button of his trousers. She lowered the zipper slowly and then pushed her hand in, cupping him and making him gasp out loud at the closer contact.
"More, `Mione. I want to feel your hands on me."
Hermione didn't hesitate and lowered his boxers until he was freed. She cupped him and Harry's knees buckled. He locked his knees while Hermione continued her ministrations, stroking him up and down and spreading the pearly drop from his tip around the head.
"How far do you want to take this?" he asked breathlessly while looking into her clouded eyes.
Hermione looked back at him while trying to decide. She wasn't ready to go all the way yet, but she didn't want to stop either. It was quite a dilemma since she didn't think she'd be able to take care of her state of arousal on her own. It wouldn't be satisfying enough.
"Can we just finish this as we are without going all the way?" she asked somewhat shyly.
"You mean finish each other off without actual penetration?" he countered with a smirk.
"So crude, Mr. Potter."
"Only stating the obvious, darling."
Hermione smiled. "Then yes, that's exactly what I want."
"Not a problem, but can we at least go back to the sofa? I don't think my legs will hold me up much longer. I want you too much."
Hermione nodded and took his hand and led him away from the kitchen. When they reached the sofa, she lied down on it and motioned for him to lie on top. He wasted no time in doing so and started kissing her again. His hands massaged her breast at the same time while his hips moved against her.
"How do you want to do this, `Mione?"
"Just touch me, Harry, I won't last long. I've been too long without a man's touch and you do it so well," she said against his mouth.
"It'll be my pleasure. But better yet, I'm not just going to use my fingers."
"Then how…" her words died down as he started moving down her body.
Harry reached her waist and tugged her jeans and knickers down. Hermione lifted her head and watched him, arousal growing even more at the sight of Harry between her parted legs. He winked at her and then looked down.
"Beautiful," he murmured when he saw that his suspicion she was clean shaven proved to be right. He lowered his mouth and licked her skin before probing in between her feminine folds and finding the treasure hidden there.
"Sweet Mother of Merlin," Hermione exclaimed trying to catch her breath as she leaned back against the cushions and buried her fingers in his hair.
Harry continued licking her slowly, sucking at the exposed skin every now and then. His hands finished removing her jeans all the way and he settled more comfortably between her legs. As his mouth pleasured her, he slid a finger inside and started moving it in and out in rhythm with his tongue.
Hermione exploded a few minutes later, having predicted as much earlier. Harry didn't stop right away, but continued what he was doing until she pulled his head back and clamped her legs together. He smiled as he moved up her trembling body.
He ran a finger under his wet chin and pressed it against her lips.
"Taste yourself for me, `Mione. See just how delicious it was."
Hermione parted her lips and he pushed his finger in slowly, groaning as her tongue circled it and sucked on it.
"Merlin, Hermione, you do that so well."
"I can do it somewhere else," she offered huskily.
"You would really do that for me?" he asked, clearly astounded by her offering.
"I don't see why not. You did it for me."
"You don't have to unless you want to. I didn't do it just so you would reciprocate. I did it because I wanted to."
"The same reason I'm going to do it. Lean back for me and just enjoy it."
Harry wasted no time doing as she asked. He leaned against the opposite side of the sofa and she crawled over to him, stopping when she reached his waist. Together they tugged his pants down and Hermione winked saucily at him before taking him into her hand. He closed his eyes when he felt her mouth envelop him.
Her mouth was so warm and so wet it took all of his will power not to come right then and there. Had he known Hermione was such a minx, he would have acted on his feeling for her a lot sooner.
"Gods, Hermione, that feels amazing," he whispered as his fingers tangled in her chestnut curls.
Hermione smiled before she started humming softly and Harry lost it then. He was unable to hold back as he came as he hadn't in a really long time. Hermione held him in her mouth while his body shook and didn't let go until he gently pulled her head back. She crawled over his body and dropped a quick kiss on his mouth.
"Was it as good for you as it was for me?" she asked.
"You have no idea," he said with a brilliant smile on his lips.
She smiled back and laid her head on his chest. He stroked her back slowly as he came down from his high. Several minutes passed by in silence until Harry started to worry.
"Are you having regrets?" he asked, careful to keep his tone light.
"No."
"Then why are you so quiet all of a sudden?"
"I still can't believe we did this, is all," she confessed slowly.
"It was bound to happen eventually," he reminded her.
"I know. It's still surprising how good it was when we've never thought of each other as more than friends."
"That's what I was trying to tell you earlier. We love and respect each other. I don't think I would feel the same if it had been with someone I didn't know as well as you."
"I guess that makes sense. I never would have acted as I did earlier with someone I had just met."
"You have to believe this is going to work between us. I don't want you to focus solely on conceiving a child. I want you to enjoy it as well."
"I have no doubt you'll make it enjoyable. And I noticed how careful you were with me before. I want you to know I appreciate that."
"I'd never be able to hurt you, Hermione. You mean too much to me."
"As much as I'm enjoying being with you like this, I think we should get dressed before something else happens."
He chuckled at her words. "Would that be so bad? I still want you, you know."
"There's always tomorrow. Maybe we can go a bit further then."
"That sounds good."
Hermione got up carefully and started fixing her clothing. Harry did the same.
"I guess I should go. Even though we don't have to work tomorrow, I want to give you time to get used to what happened tonight."
"Thanks, Harry. Sometimes it's scary how well you know me."
"It comes with the territory."
Hermione smiled and hugged him tightly. Harry kissed her deeply one more time before bidding her goodnight and Apparating away.
Hermione brought her fingers to her lips and sighed. Things were quickly falling out of her control and she didn't really like it. However, there was no way she would regret the things that had happened between them. It had only been oral sex and she had seen stars. A shiver ran down her spine at the thought of going further with him.
She had to be honest with herself and admit that she was very much looking forward to that.
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Harry Apparated home with a big smile on his face. He decided on a shower before going to bed. As he lathered his body, he couldn't help but remember Hermione's hands on him and his member stirred once more.
"Down, boy, not until tomorrow," he promised.
Now that he'd had a taste of Hermione, he was going to do everything in his power to make it work between them. He'd never be able to live with himself if he let the opportunity pass him by.
The thought of another man touching or kissing Hermione made him sick. He had been looking for a way to approach her about his growing feelings for her and this was his one chance. If he played his cards right, they would be in a committed relationship by the time the baby came.
With that thought firmly in mind, he finished his shower and went to bed.
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The next morning found Harry in the shower again. He'd woken up with the biggest hard-on of his life, courtesy of a very vivid dream that involved a certain curly-haired brunette.
Oh, the things they had been doing to each other in that dream!
They were unbelievable and he wanted to make them a reality at some point.
Unable to stop himself, he started moving his hand up and down, trying to ease the ache. He felt a bit guilty wanking off and thinking of Hermione, but he couldn't help himself. It felt too good and it was better this way. He had plans to go and see her and it wouldn't do for Junior to start acting up the minute he saw her.
He was finishing his shower when he felt the wards on his place shift. Hermione had just Apparated into the building. He quickly wrapped a towel around his waist and went to answer the door just as she started knocking.
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Hermione had woken up early as usual and had decided to surprise Harry with breakfast. He had invaded her dreams all night and she had woken needy and aroused, something she wasn't familiar with and it scared her. Harry was her best friend and she trusted him. She just had to remember that for the duration of this new adventure they were embarking on.
She knocked on the door and waited for him to answer. She usually Apparated directly into the flat, but this morning she had been shy to do so, especially after the dreams.
A moment later, he answered the door and it was all she could do not to start drooling like some silly teenager on a hormonal attack.
Harry stared back at her and smiled knowingly. He felt a drop of water cascade down his chest and her eyes followed it hungrily until it disappeared into the towel still tied at his waist. He let her eyes roam over his body and take her fill. He'd never been a proud man and took his looks for granted, but for the first time in his life he was glad he kept up a rigorous work-out routine that was responsible for how he looked.
Hermione finally noticed she had been staring for several minutes and finally lifted her eyes to connect with Harry's amused ones. He leaned down and pecked her cheek as he usually did, which made her snap out of it.
"Do you always answer your door so scarcely clad?"
"Only when I want to impress the ladies," he joked.
"Well, don't let me stop you, then," Hermione hissed as she pressed a bag of still warm croissants into his chest and turned around to leave.
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