The Secret
A Week Before Returning to Hogwarts
His hand covered her mouth to stifle her moans as they both held their breath upon hearing a sound that alerted them to someone's wakefulness.
The sweat of their passionate encounter clung to their intertwined bodies as they remained concealed in the dark corner of Grimmauld Place's study, a house bequeathed to Harry by Sirius Black. They maintained absolute silence as they listened to shuffling noises emanating from the kitchen down the hall.
"Shh," Harry whispered softly into her ear. "I think he's just sleepwalking."
Terrified but still fused together and still needing to quench her desire she nodded in agreement.
He most likely was.
Minutes later, they heard footsteps receding, heading back upstairs. With caution, Harry reached for his wand, which had been resting on the desk nearby. He gently closed the door to the study and cast a silencing spell and locking spell, ensuring that no noise could escape and they wouldn’t be interrupted.
His arousal had waned slightly during the interruption, but with a firm grip on her buttocks, he resumed their rhythm with swift and even strokes getting harder and harder. It was a rhythm they had perfected over the course of the summer, ever since that first drunken night when they had accidentally lost their virginities to each other.
Their secret liaisons had persisted behind everyone's backs, hidden in the shadows of Grimmauld Place, where they now lived together. They had explored empty rooms in the house, shared intimate moments in the showers, and pretended to run errands together in the mornings. Occasionally, they even ventured into public Muggle places, their clandestine desires growing with each stolen encounter.
They had awakened a hunger and desire within themselves that only they understood how to satisfy, a secret passion that they could not resist exploring further.
It was a drug and they had an addiction.
Merlin it was so wrong.
Bloody fucking wrong on so many levels, but when he was inside her like this it always felt so fucking right.
It felt so good.
The dimly lit study had the moonlight casting a soft glow on their entangled bodies. He was behind her, his touch gentle yet firm, his hands delicately gripping her throat as her wild hair cascaded over his face. His pajama pants and boxers had slid down to his ankles, and he stood behind her gripping her shirtless, while she wore only a T-shirt he had playfully ruffled up, deliberately choosing to forgo a bra and underwear.
His arousal filled her completely, and touched the right parts of her.
In and out, he moved, the rhythm of their desire building with every thrust as she did her best to squirm and follow his lead.
With one hand, he stroked her neck, sending shivers down her spine, while the other held her close to him.
Whispering in her ear, he asked, "Do you want me to go faster?" The intensity of their desire grew, and her response was a breathless plea, "Yes, harder, faster."
He obliged, increasing the tempo, pounding into her with greater intensity. With the hand that had been firmly on her hip, he brushed it toward her clit, skillfully massaging her until she could no longer contain herself, and she let out a passionate scream.
She orgasmed, finally. They’d been at it for almost an hour and that was too long to not be in her own room.
Harry hadn’t come yet and she needed to make him come. Her desire to please him outweighed a lot these days.
Their bodies moved in unison, a symphony of pleasure, until finally, he couldn't hold back any longer.
With one last powerful thrust, he climaxed, their shared pleasure washing over them like a tidal wave as she felt a few small after shocks.
They had so much sex some days, one or the other did not get the chance to finish sometimes and neither of them liked failing.
She turned toward him, and with an intense longing, he grasped her hair, pulling her closer and sealing his lips to hers. Their mouths collided passionately as his tongue delved deep into her mouth. Between heated kisses, he whispered, "I love you, you know that, right?"
Her heart ached with a mixture of emotions. They had blurred the lines between love and desire so much that she wasn't always sure in what context he meant those three words anymore.
She responded by kissing him back, this time gently on the cheek, and softly confessed, "I love you too."