Hermione Granger was sure she had to be dreaming. Either that or she had gone mad. Absolutely barmy. Because there was no way her best friend of over a decade was confessing his undying love for her on a random Thursday evening in her office at the ministry. Hermione could only gape at him as he tentatively stepped closer to her with a pleading look in his eye.
She’d finally cracked. She was sure of it. It all started five years ago. Hermione, after years of denial, fell for the chosen one. She hadn’t planned to. In fact, it was something she determined so unlikely she hadn’t even thought about it during the first few years at Hogwarts. Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, Harry wasn’t just her best friend and trusted confidant, but Harry Potter, a sweet, kind, loving, incredibly sexy man right in front of her that she now really wanted to kiss.
She didn’t know when exactly it happened, but five years ago, around the time they were on the run, she started to notice him. Look at him. Want him. Dream of him. And when Ron left and it was just the two of them… she felt things. Things she’d felt before but brushed off. She was confused and unsure for weeks. Eventually, she understood.
When they journeyed to Godric's Hallow, and she saw this powerful, strong, amazing person fall to his knees and cry for the life and love he lost, she knew… Hermione had fallen for her raven haired best friend. Because right then, in his most vulnerable moment, she realized she wanted to kiss away his pain. She wanted to give him all of her love so that maybe, just maybe, she could hold his fractured heart together. And in that moment, she decided it was best to keep it to herself.
Years later and she still avoided her feelings and pretended she only saw him as a friend. It was for the best she told herself. He didn’t see her in that way she prattled on. As he did tell Ron she was like a sister once, and she didn’t want to make him uncomfortable by telling him she liked him as more than a friend.
She ended things with Ron before they even began. The mere thought of pursing a relationship with him made her feel ill at the time. Yes, she loved him and a part of her cared for him in that way, but it was unfair of her to go down that road with him when she’d only just realized her feelings for Harry. Ron took it well, all things considered. They remained close friends and he even married Pansy Parkinson of all people a year later. They're expecting their second baby in a few months.
Ginny and Harry dated for a little over a year while Hermione suffered in silence. She distracted herself by going to muggle pubs and participating in a few flings here and there. She even dated a muggle for a while, but no one, not a muggle nor wizard, compared to Harry.
No one made her laugh like he did or knew her enough to make sure she ate when she was stressed about work. Or knew her favorite band or that she adored muggle game shows like Jeopardy. He made her feel seen. And that was… everything. As the years flew by, she thought she could get over it. Thought her crush would disappear after a while. But no. Her love for him was rooted deep within her heart, caging it in it’s vines for no one else to hold. She was his and there was nothing anyone could do about it.
She thought about telling him when his relationship with Ginny stuttered out, but he was a mess after. Drinking and avoiding everyone. Mostly Hermione. It was a mutual breakup, but he wouldn’t tell her why it happened. Refused to speak about it. It crushed her to realize he didn’t wanted to confide in her. All hope that maybe he’d give them a chance disappeared after that. She hopelessly pined after him since.
And now he was standing before her in his aurors robes telling her he’s loved her for so long he can’t breathe. That Ginny broke up with him because she was jealous of how much he cared for Hermione. That he didn’t tell her because he thought it would ruin their friendship. That he was sorry for loving her. That he understood if she wanted him to leave. That he couldn’t take it any longer. How hopeless he was for her and so sorry. So fucking sorry.
She stared blankly at him. Her ears began to ring and her mind was a scramble of thoughts as she tried to process what he was saying. It was like something broke inside of her. Something she had buried so deep within her soul that the moment he spoke the words made her incapable of speech.
A hysterical giggle burst from her and she threw her hand up to muffle it. Harry’s mouth slammed shut and his shoulders tensed. She could see the trepidation cross his eyes and cursed her inability to comprehend and act accordingly. She wasn’t used to being rendered speechless. Harry nodded then quickly turned to leave. Her heart leapt from her chest and before she could think, she was grabbing his arm, desperate for him to stay.
“Wait! Harry don’t… don’t go. I- oh hell. I’m sorry. I just- I’m trying to process. Don’t take my reaction as rejection. For the love of Merlin, that’s the exact opposite of what I want to happen. Forgive me, I’ve just spent so long accepting the fact that you would never feel the same that I-“
She stopped her rambling when he abruptly turned back around to face her. She gulped down the sudden knot in her throat. Because holy fuck he looked hungry.
“Never.. feel the same?” He asked huskily.
She let out a shuddering breath and shifted under his gaze. His green eyes were searing into her as if he could see right into her soul. Her core throbbed with that familiar ache she’d gotten used to whenever he was near. If she was honest with herself, she could handle the pining, it was the uninhibited lust that made her life hell. She squeezed her legs together and his eyes flicked down and then back up as a little smirk crossed his mouth.
She nodded and tried to calm her racing heart by taking a deep breath. If he could confess all of that to her… she could finally grow a pair.
“Harry. I-“ she paused and he stepped hesitantly closer, watching her intensely. Hermione steeled her spine and brought forth that Gryffindor courage she’d been so lacking as of late.
“Harry I am hopelessly... and completely in love with you.” She said a little breathlessly.
She watched as his eyes widened a fraction and his breathing stuttered to a stop. Hermione took a step toward him and reached her hand up to cup his cheek.
“I’ve loved you for so long. I- I just thought it was something I’d have to buck up and deal with for the rest of my life. Merlin, I love you. Fuck Harry I love you so much.”
Hermione had never seen Harry look so at a loss for words. He whimpered and then closed the distance between them to cup her cheeks.
“You love me ‘mione?”
She nodded and felt tears brim in her eyes seeing the love reflected back at her. His answering smile lit up his features and she was in awe at just how handsome he looked when he smiled like that.
“Am I dreaming?” He asked resting his forehead against hers. She giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“No. Now shut up and kiss me already.”
He chuckled before pressing his lips to hers. She melted into his embrace as warmth bloomed in her chest. Kissing him was like breathing for the first time. A weight she hadn’t realized was weighing her down was finally lifted.
Harry backed her into the wall and ravished her mouth. His groans of desperation sounding like the sweetest song. She released her grip on his neck to explore his toned body. The hard planes of his chest and the sculpted abs she knew to be hiding underneath all of his clothing.
He gasped when she reached down to grip him through his trousers. A shudder working its way down her spine when she felt just how thick his cock was. Hermione prided herself on research and knowledge; she would be remiss to not admit she found the best lovers were those with thickness, not length. However, Harry was adept in both departments.
Her knickers were soaked through as hot desire pulsed through her body. She found herself grinding against the thigh he parted her legs with to relieve some of the ache.
“Fuck Hermione,” he breathed as his hands roved over her curves. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”
She moaned and leaned her head back against the wall. He took the opportunity to trail wet kisses down her neck and collarbone. She closed her eyes and basked in the feel of Harry’s lips on her heated skin.
While she was distracted, Harry quickly flicked his wand at the door, locking it and muttering a silenco. Hermione would’ve continued on uncaring, if he hadn’t had the foresight. All she could think about was his tongue trailing a path up her neck and his teeth nibbling on her ear.
“Please Harry. Gods please.”
He hummed and kneaded her aching breasts. Her back arched to encourage him on, but before they could continue, Harry stepped back. Her whine of protest was damn near desperate.
He chuckled but continued backing away from her to lean on her desk. His eyes roved over her body.
“Take off your clothes Hermione.” He purred with a smirk.
She matched his smirk and began unbuttoning her blouse. Never breaking eye contact. She threw her shirt to the side and quickly shucked off her trousers. Now in only her knickers, Harry broke eye contact to trail his eyes down her frame.
He had seen her like this before, but not since she’d gained back all the weight from their time on the run. She had curves now. No longer stick thin. Her breasts were larger, her hips wider. Harry groaned loudly into the silence of the room. He then moved to unbuckle his belt and freed his length from beneath his trousers. Hermione gasped and watched on hungrily as he gripped himself.
He began stroking as he looked her up and down like she was his last meal. Then his eyes shot back up to meet hers.
“Not that I don’t love your sexy red lacy underthings, but I did say to take your clothes off Hermione... All of them.”
She shuddered at his tone. Not used to this demanding side of him, but finding she rather liked it. She reached around her back to undo the clasp of her bra, letting it fall off her shoulders and to the floor. Harry’s eyes darkened as he took her in.
“You're stunning.” He breathed and she shivered at the heat she saw in his gaze.
Slowly, she hooked her thumbs into her knickers and pulled them down her legs. Once off, she threw them at Harry knowing his seeker reflexes would have him catch them. He grinned then brought them up to his nose. She did not think she could grow hornier for the man but when he drew in a deep breath and moaned, she burned.
Not willing to wait any longer, she strode over to him and fell to her knees. Harry’s eyes widened, but before he could refuse, she had him in her mouth.
“You sexy little thing. Fuck I love that mouth. You couldn’t stand it, could you? Just had to get my cock between those pretty pink lips.”
Hermione moaned around his length and couldn’t help but touch herself as she worked him. Harry’s hips twitched and he gathered her hair in his hands. She was surprised to find his words made her core clench and desire rush down her spine.
Hermione pulled off of him with a pop and licked her lips. Harry had shucked off his robes and shirt at some point and she was glad for it. She raked her eyes over him reverently. She was done playing around. Hermione had waited too long for this moment to waste it. She stood, walked around her desk, and shoved everything off with a crash. Looking back, she found Harry hastily peeling off the rest of his clothing. For a moment they just stared at one another. Taking each other in.
“I’ve been plagued with fantasies of you for years Harry. My favorite, by far, is when you bend me over this very desk and make me scream so loud the whole office hears me.”
She watched his cock twitch at her words and suppressed a smirk.
“Fuck.” He breathed and quickly made his way over to her. “Bend that pretty ass over the desk then, Hermione.”
She shivered and did as he said, wiggling her hips impatiently. Harry groaned and gripped her hips tightly. She was sure to have bruises in the morning. He smacked her ass, making her arch her back and squeal in shock. He quickly ran a hand soothingly over the sensitive skin. She relaxed under his touch and again was surprised by how much she liked this side of him. She couldn’t help the visuals her mind conjured as she thought about what he might like to try in bed.
Harry stood behind her brushing light touches over her skin. Her body was throbbing with need, and if he didn’t do something fast, she would have to take matters into her own hands.
He let out a breathy moan and raked his hands over the skin of her back and ass. Like he was worshipping her body, memorizing it.
“You’re utter perfection. Sopping wet for me, bent over a desk, practically begging for my cock.”
Hermione whimpered and looked back at him over her shoulder.
“Please Harry. I need you.”
He leaned over her back and kissed her neck.
“As you wish my love.”
She shut her eyes as she felt her heart swell. She still couldn’t believe this was happening. Hermione was convinced that at any moment she would sit up in bed, drenched in sweat, with an unbearable ache between her thighs.
Harry slid his cock through her folds, teasing her clit as he did. She moaned in anticipation. She was so wound up, she knew she wouldn’t last long. Slowly, he slipped into her aching heat. They both moaned as he was finally sheathed inside of her. The pulsing in her core grew unbearable. Harry began thrusting into her relentlessly. Her cries and moans escaping her lips at the pleasure he brought her.
She was right to think his thickness would feel amazing. Her legs trembled with her impending orgasm as Harry pumped into her earnestly. Praising her all the while. Telling her how beautiful and sexy she was. How he’d dreamt of her under him for years.
Her walls pulsed around him. She was so close. He quickly reached around her front and circled her clit with his adept fingers. Heat surged through her veins.
“Oh yes! Don’t stop. Fuck Don’t stop!”
He gripped her hair with his other hand and pulled. She gasped. She was overstimulated. Every nerve ending in her body vibrated as he bucked his hips against her. The sound of skin slapping reverberating around the room.
“Be a good girl and come for me. Scream my name Hermione. Let the world know who’s making you come.”
She was shaking with pleasure. His words throwing her over the edge.
“Harry! Oh god!”
She shattered. Her body going taut as wave after wave of divine pleasure crested over her. It was the most intense orgasm of her entire life. The longer Harry circled her bud the longer it went. He grunted his own release as he buried himself to the hilt. The very thought of him losing control for her added to her pleasure. She was almost to tears by the time she came down. Hermione drew in a deep breath as Harry collapsed on top of her with a pleased sigh.
“You did so good. So good baby.” He whispered into her shoulder.
She relaxed into the desk breathing heavily. Limp and spent. Harry pulled out of her, grabbed her waist and turned her around, so she now lay on her back. Her breath caught in her throat with how gorgeous he looked, glistening with sweat, hair falling into his eyes, his muscles defined with every breath he took.
He leaned down to kiss her. A soft, lasting kiss. Pouring everything they felt for each other into it.
“I love you Harry.” She whispered.
He smiled. “I love you more.”
Her heart sang with happiness. She giggled and grabbed his face to kiss him again. He chuckled into her mouth, then moved to kiss her everywhere.
“So,” kiss, “fucking,” kiss, “beautiful,” kiss. He landed on her lips once more before tugging her up to his chest for a crushing hug. She gripped him just as tightly.
As they cleaned themselves up and finally got their clothes back on, Hermione regarded Harry curiously.
“Might I ask what brought this on? Not that I’m complaining Harry, but why now? Why today?”
He sat down in her chair and pulled her into his lap, nuzzling into her curls.
“Honestly? It was Teddy. I went to see him yesterday and he knew all about my crush on you. Don’t know how, but he figured it out the last time he saw us together. How a five year old noticed and you didn’t is beyond me.”
She slapped his chest and rolled her eyes. He chuckled and then shrugged.
“Anyway, he usually just poked fun at me. Andromeda thinks it's hilarious that I am frequently bullied by a five year old.” He shook his head and laughed. “Well, yesterday, he goes ‘Uncle ‘arry, Aunt Hermmy wants to K.I.S.S.I.N.G in a tree!’ And I stopped what I was doing to ask what he meant. He looked me dead in the eye and said, ‘Aunty Hermmy loves you too. She told me!’”
Hermione gasped when she realized. She’d told Teddy she loved Harry a few weeks ago. Not thinking he’d even know what she meant let alone tell the man.
Harry eyed her curiously. “To be honest, I was about to give up Hermione, but a small part of me hoped he was right. That maybe Teddy overheard you or the kid somehow knew you had a crush on me too. All day I battled with myself and decided to say fuck it; before I could think on it more, I was here word vomiting how much I love you while you stared at me like I was Voldemort coming back from the dead.”
At that she laughed. “I was just shocked! You have to put yourself in my shoes Harry. It was just so…out of the blue! I mean we had lunch together yesterday and you didn’t give me the slightest inclination as to what you were feeling. Merlin. I thought maybe I had finally cracked.”
He chuckled and tickled her sides. “Look at me, I rendered the great Hermione Granger speechless.”
“You did. Though, you’ve rendered me speechless many times tonight.”
She rested her head on his shoulder and sighed happily. “I think I owe Teddy a trip to honey dukes.”
“Oh he would love that. He adores you. Might even have his own little crush on you actually. He wouldn’t shut up about your trip to the book store. I think I might have some competition.” He said wiggling his brows.
She smiled and threaded their fingers together. “Well, he does take after you. I think I’ll take him after work tomorrow. And... maybe my boyfriend would want to come along?” She asked a little nervously. They confessed their feelings so she hoped that meant they were…more. Harry tensed then gripped her chin gently so that he could look her in the eye. His smile made her heart stutter.
“I thought you’d never ask."