In The Pale Moonlight

Cassie Valentine

Rating: NC17
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 7
Published: 24/11/2010
Last Updated: 24/11/2010
Status: in_progress

A little bit of first time lovin's for our heroes. Hopefully, a few laughs and some tenderness will be found with in. An OLD challenge I found, issued to me by tome_raider.

Chapters

1. In The Pale Moonlight

1. In The Pale Moonlight

"You're mad," Harry declared as he looked at Hermione.

"Why? Why is it so mad?"

"It's December, for one thing. There is no way in hell that I would be caught outside starkers this time of year. Not even the option of doing THAT would get me out there." Hermione snickered at him for a moment.

"Of course not," she said patiently. "But, don't you think it would be romantic?"

"If it were warm, summer?" she nodded as she snuggled herself into his said, watching some more snow fall on the grounds. He thought about it for a moment. Given that he had zero experience with being romantic or what she was proposing, he honestly had no idea. "I suppose," he answered hesitantly. "I don't know! I'm a guy, we have no real sense of what romantic is," he said quickly to defend himself. She heaved a sigh and pulled away from him a little. "Hermione . . ."

"It's late, I'll see you tomorrow," she said as she kissed him on the cheek and headed to bed.

"Bugger," he muttered as he watched her go. She had just spilled out, though vaguely, a rather appealing idea that involved him, her, a blanket and that spot on the far side of the lake. And he had blown it. Then again, it was December after all. There might be time to salvage this . . . .

***

"So, I was thinking."

"About?" Hermione asked as she pulled her hair off her neck.

"About that conversation we had in December," Harry finished as he played with some grass by the tree they were sitting under. He watched as he face went blank, trying to figure out what he was talking about. "The lake . . . a blanket . . you, me the stars . . ." he said.

"Ooooh . . .. " she said with a blush when it dawned on her what he was talking about.

"I think we should. Our last night in the castle before graduation. Embarking on a new journey as we end an old one?" he said. He thought that was a terribly romantic idea.

"Oh Harry!" she said as she threw her arms around him. "That's a wonderful idea!" Hermione exclaimed.

"I was also thinking that maybe we could stake out that little spot on the far side of the lake. The one where I . . well, ya know," he said with a shrug. Hermione nodded. She knew that it took a lot for him to still udder those three little words. He was still afraid that if he said them too much, Voldemort would jump back to life and strike her and everyone else he loved dead.

"That would be lovely," she said with a breathy little sigh. She sat for a moment longer before getting up and grabbing her bag.

"Where are you off to?" Hermione looked at him like he had three heads.

"The library. We do still have NEWTs to study for," she said. "And I'm not going into this event completely clueless," she muttered to herself as she hurried off, leaving Harry under the tree for a few moments before he heaved a sigh and heaved himself off the ground to follow her.

***

"Okay. . . just relax . . . everything will be fine. This is Harry we're talking about, he'll have no complaints at all," Hermione muttered to herself as she tore through her wardrobe, trying to find something to wear. Logically, she knew that what she wore wasn't really going to matter since she probably wouldn't be in it long, but several books had said that clothing could contribute to the moment. She read through some passages in the book again before heaving it across the room. She decided to just stay in what she had on and checked on the little potion brewing in the corner of her room. She imagined that Harry would most likely take care of the . . . . prophylactics . . . end of this event, but she decided to take no chances. He wasn't the most reliable potion brewer, after all. He was a fighter, and soon to be lover, not a brewer. She checked the instructions one more time before ingesting the correct dosage. She grimaced at the taste and was just about to grab her cloak when Hedwig tapped on her window with a note, telling her to bring nothing but herself to Their Spot. Hermione felt a giddy thrill, the one that ran through her every time she sneaked around the castle with the boys, but she also felt something else, something building slowly in the pit of her stomach. She wrote it off as anticipation and nervousness and hurried to find Harry.

"Hey," he said quietly, a smile gracing his face as he saw her.

"Hey yourself," she said as she as she tried to catch her breath. He pulled her into his arms and took a moment to simply look at her. He was quite glad that she hadn't changed out of her uniform. While he had no particular fantasies about her in it, he thought it was kind of cute that both were dressed much the same way they had been the first time they had found this spot. They had been going out since the middle of the summer hols between 6th and 7th year and he had spent a lot of time trying to figure out what exactly Hermione meant to him for a while. He had tried to fit her in the category or 'friend' while they were going out, but she quickly grew above that. He had decided what he was looking for was love after he saw her by the lake the first time. Her Mary Janes with the knee socks rolled up oh-so-neatly, sitting beside her as she dangled her feet in the lake. The moon was out, much like it was tonight, and the light glow that reflected off the lake was just bright enough for him to see her and he decided right then and there that he loved her.

He had blurted it out so quickly that she thought he had been joking for a moment, but when she saw the crushed look that crossed his face, she had almost started to cry herself and had jumped up and wrapped him in her arms and apologized profusely before telling him that she was pretty sure she loved him too.

"I knew I should have done something with my hair," she muttered when his moment of silence went on too long. She brought a hand up to play with it, to try and tame it.

"It's perfect," he said as he took her hand and gave the back of it a little kiss. "You're perfect," he said as he led her over to the blanket he had thought to bring. He also used this time to wipe his hands on his pants. He had no idea what he was doing. They had never been like the other kids around school, making out and groping at every opportunity they had. A few stolen kissed here and there and some hand holding were about as far as they had gotten and now they were going to take that last big leap.

"I . . Umm . .I mean . .. " Hermione tried to get out as they sat down on the blanket. "I've never . . ."

"I would hope not," he said with a smile as he joined her. "You'd have some explaining to do." They both chuckled a little, the tension broken for the moment. As Hermione took in the view the lake offered, Harry took in the view Hermione offered to him. "I really do love you. More than anything in the world," he whispered in her ear. "I think I might even die for you."

"You did almost die for me," she whispered back as she turned to look at him. "A few times."

"Oh, well then . .." he said with a little shrug as he kissed her. This he knew how to do fairly well. He still wasn't sure what to do with his hands. She brought hers up slowly to run along his jaw before she held them loosely around his neck. She pulled away after a few moments and he had visions of her running off before she reached for his glasses. He stopped her, he wanted to be able to see her a little longer. He needed all the help he could get, as far as he was concerned. Harry decided to bite the bullet and nudge her towards the ground, he had heard enough stories to know that this was a good place to start.

"They do slip open," she muttered to him after he had spent a few moment staring at the buttons on her shirt.

"Oh right," he said. "It's just that I wasn't sure . . ."

"I am. We're here, aren't we?" He nodded. She sat up and took his face in her hands, kissing him soundly before pulling back and running her hands slowly down his torso, her eyes never leaving his, and her hands found the hem of his shirt. She pulled it up slowly and he raised his arms obediently and they shared a laugh as it got caught on his glasses for a moment. Quidditch and genetics had definitely been good to this boy. She ran her hands over his chest and a coy little grin crossed her lips as she heard him gasp as she ran her fingers lightly over his nipples. She ran a circle around his belly button and he chuckled a little. She paused her actions and when he made no moves, she placed his hands at the bottom of her shirt and she started at the top. She had only gotten one button open when he had taken her hands away.

"Hands on experience is always the best," he muttered to her and she chuckled a little as she let him slip the little disks from their holes. His hands were a little shaky and that made her relax, knowing that he was just as clueless as she was.

Of course, she had read all the books on the subject that she could get her hands on, and understood the clinical terms and what not of what they were doing and the bare mechanics of how to do it, there was still the matter of how one got from point A to point B in this situation.

She was shook from her thoughts as she felt his hands reach the buttons that fell between her breasts and he hesitated, his hands pulling away for a moment before they both took a deep breath and he continued on. He took his time again, when the buttons were all undone and slid his hands slowly across her shoulders, sliding the blouse off her arms. He now, most definitely understood the male attraction to the breasts now. Even if they were trapped behind some mysterious combination of lace and cotton, he understood. Now if only her understood how a bra worked. . . He shook his head and decided that he didn't care, he only wanted to kiss her again and he wanted to kiss her hard. He pulled her to him tightly and his hands found their way into her hair and down her neck and arms before heading round to the back, instinctively looking for a way to get rid of the bra.

"The front," she gasped out to him as she pulled away for a moment. He pulled away from her. "It's okay, I know," she said when she saw his hands shaking.

"It's stupid," he muttered, clenching and unclenching his fists, trying to make them still.

"Go on," she said as she gave him a kiss and waited.

"How should I . . . I mean . . " he blushed.

"I think maybe we should just say 'no talking' and 'have fun'," she told him as she shrugged the garment off. He nodded blankly at her before pulling her to him again, he needed time to come up with a game plan now that things were most definitely headed towards the point of no return. He eventually worked up the nerve to trail a hand down and cover a breast, a tentative squeeze or two given before he heard her give a little sigh and pushed herself into his hands a little more. Confidence bolstered, he nudged her down towards the ground again and kissed his way down to the other breast, giving a tentative little lick, craning his eyes up to gauge her reaction. She gasped a little and he watched as the nipple tightened in the little breeze that blew around them. He also took a moment to enjoy the moon light around them. A soft blue colour reflected off of her hair and he decided it was his new favorite colour. His attention was brought back down when he felt a pair of small hands trailing their way around the waist band of his pants. He groaned as she slid a hand lightly over the bulge that was pressing against the front.

They locked eyes for a moment, the moment suddenly becoming very real and something in Hermione snapped. She was done with slow, she wanted pants off and she wanted them off now. Her own hands shaking this time, she reached towards the button and time seemed to come to a halt as she slipped it open and she wanted to glance around to see if anyone had come to see what was going on when she lowered his zipper. She gave them a push and he kicked them of.

Turn about, being fair play and all, Harry quickly helped her divest herself of her skirt and the two stopped again for a moment, whether to catch their breath or to give the other time to back out, neither was certain.

"Are you absolutely sure?" he whispered to her hesitantly as he searched her eyes.

"Yes. Are you?" he nodded.

"Just . . "

"Scared shitless?" she offered with a smile.

"Yeah, that'll do," he said as he ran his hands over the top of the elastic on her knickers. He felt her belly quiver and she snickered a little. He kissed her as he moved his hand lower, not really sure if he could even look her in the eye as he ran his hand down between her legs. She gasped a little at the new sensation and spread her legs a little more, seeking out more contact. Her brain, the still functioning part, made a note about how cool it was that the body knew just what to do, even if the brain didn't. She promptly told this part of her brain to kindly shut up and bugger off. She tore her lips away from Harry and moaned full out when those fingers found their way under the elastic and tentatively into her clef.

He moved slowly, lightly, deathly afraid of hurting her or doing something wrong. This was extremely foreign territory, after all. His fingers glided easily through her folds and he jumped when she did when he found her clit.

"There?" he asked.

"Most definitely," she said, breathlessly and pulled him back down to him as a smile spread across his face. Her hips began to jerk slowly as he continued to dance his fingers around the little and she felt her orgasm building low in the pit of her stomach. His free hand found a boob again she felt it grow a little faster. A fiery itch started to crawl through her veins and it made her a little bolder. She reached a free hand down to find that bulge again and smiled against his lips when he moaned and thrust forward, seeking out more contact.

She tugged at his boxers, blindly trying to work them down and he quickly removed all hands from previous action and removed them for her glancing at her, waiting for her to do the same. She let a shaky little breath go and did remove the knickers. She sat quickly, pulling her knees to her chest, suddenly very self conscious about being naked in front of him.

"So beautiful," he muttered as he reached for her.

"Harry . ." she started.

"Just perfect," he said as he uncurled her slowly and gave her a playful little tickle. She gave him a shove and he lost his balance, falling back and pulling her with him. They both groaned when she landed on him and trapped his erection between them. She took a deep breath and raised herself up, settling herself on his thighs for a moment before reaching out to grasp him firmly, stroking up and down a few time. He groaned and let his head drop back onto the ground. He almost complained when she stopped moving her hand, but his head jerked up when he felt her shift off of him for a second before he felt her wet heat on his tip. They looked at each other for a long moment before she took a deep breath and started to settle herself down on him.

They were both certain that they were going to kill each other now.

He didn't know how much longer he could last. She was tight and warm and wet and barely around him. He wanted nothing more than to wrap his hands around her waist and pull her to him but when he saw the look on her face, he knew he couldn't. She was concentrating, moving slowly.

She knew this was going to hurt, she had read about it. She had tried to find ways around this, but had found none.

"I need .. . I don't think . ." she started to say as she pulled off a little. His hands snapped into motion and found her center again, moving his thumb slowly around that little nub. He was going to do everything in his power to keep her from giving up. He worked slowly, deliberately and watched her start to relax and she started to work her way down again. She cried out as she gave in and slammed herself down. He gritted his teeth and tried to conjure up an image of Snape and Dudley dancing the Hoochie-Couchie together.

"I'm sorry," he said as he reached out for her and pulled her down, kissing her soundly, his other hand still trapped between where they were now joined.

"I knew it would . . " she said with a sniffle.

"It doesn't matter," he told her. He slowly began to wiggle his fingers again. She pulled away and sat up and moved on his slightly, trying to find a somewhat comfortable position. Harry laid his head back and enjoyed the sensation, not sure if he could do much more.

Clumsily, she found a rhythm and, much to her surprise, felt the heat in her belly starting to build again. She felt his fingers start to dance over her a little more desperately and she had a feeling she wouldn't be getting as much fulfillment out of this as he was going to.

Such the life of a girl, she decided.

"Are you close?" he asked.

"I don't know," she answered honestly. He gritted his teeth and worked a little fast.

"So tight," he whispered to her and she felt a little flare of heat. "So good," and she couldn't help but moan as she felt a shiver run through her. He moved a hand to her hips and began to move into her faster.

"Oh," she gasped out as she felt her self roll over the edge. She clenched around him and dimly heard him cry out as he came as well.

"So good," he muttered as he rolled them over. The grimace on her face wasn't lost on him as he pulled out. He pulled her close and wrapped the blanket around them. "I really am sorry," he whispered to her as he kissed the back of her neck.

"It was worth it," she assured him quietly. He completely agreed with her as he drifted off to sleep. He also decided that they were now going to have to do this more often. Practice makes perfect and all that . . . .

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