Chapter 7
Harry POV
Hermione just up and left with no warning. She abruptly ran away in the middle of dinner, then disappeared. I went to bed anxious as fuck, wondering what could've possibly happened to make her leave so suddenly. In the morning I found a small note under my door and tripped over myself to get it. It's been two days since then. The small note was crinkled and worn from folding and unfolding it. Only three short sentences:
I’m going to Australia for a bit. I’ll be back soon. Don’t worry.
Hermione
So naturally... I worried. I paced my room constantly as I waited for her to get back. My classes blurred by as I couldn't focus for more than a few minutes. It’s Friday night, and there’s a party in the Slytherin common room again, but I couldn’t bring myself to go. A party was the last place I wanted to be right now. My mind wouldn't stop racing. And so I pace and worry. And pace and worry. Was I always this anxious? I think the war broke some essential parts inside of me. Or maybe I just can't think straight when it comes to my curly-haired best friend.
A soft knock sounds at the door and rush to open it, tripping over myself in my haste. Sagging with relief when I find Hermione standing in the doorway. She smiles warmly at me.
“Hi, Harry.” She says and I sigh, reaching out to grab her shoulders and tug her into my chest. I breathe in her familiar floral scent of vanilla and roses.
“Did you miss me?” She asks quietly and I scoff.
“No. Not at all. I just wanted to smush you.” She squeezes me and giggles.
“How’re your parents? Are you okay? Nothing happened right?” I ask, leaning back to study her expression. Her eyes are tired, but she looks okay. She gently shoves me through the door and then closes it behind her.
“It was fine really. They’re… better. Still have moments of confusion, but they remember me at least. Just... the same as last time. They want space.” She says weakly and I rub her arms soothingly.
“I’m sorry love.”
She shrugs, obviously not wanting to talk about it. I take a deep breath and brace myself. I need to know why she ran. I'm about to ask her why she disappeared so suddenly when a sharp tapping sound draws my attention toward the window. A small brown owl is perched on the window sill with a red letter in its beak. I frown. Who the hell would send me a howler?
We make our way to the window and let the owl in. The owl lets out a hoot of thanks and I take the letter from her beak. A sudden stab of pain shoots through my chest and I shake my head to clear it of any memories of Hedwig. I hand the owl a few treats and send her on her way. Hermione looks at the letter over my shoulder and I turn my body so she can see better.
“Who do you think this is from?” I ask and she shrugs.
“Probably Mrs. Weasley if I had to guess.”
I hope not. Her howlers are legendary. I shudder and carefully break the seal. The letter magically floats into the air in front of us and a familiar drawl spouts from the pages.
Harry and Hermione,
Get your butts over here as soon as possible. We’re hanging out tomorrow. You guys are horrible friends. Hardly ever writing me and you haven’t visited my flat once! And don’t even try to make excuses. I’ll tell Rita Skeeter all your dirty secrets if you don’t come. Okay, Love you!
Ron
I chuckle and shake my head. “Well, I guess we’re visiting Ron this weekend. Hope you didn’t unpack yet.”
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I land with a grunt and Hermione stumbles into me as we disapparate outside of Ron’s flat. He opens the door a few seconds later with a massive grin on his freckly face. I can't help but smile. Ron has a way of bringing joy into any situation. Especially after he finished his therapy sessions. His mind healer is a miracle worker. I've never seen Ron so secure in his skin. He's still the same old Ron, but he smiles easier now and it's infectious. The only time he falls back into his old ways is when talking about the Malfoy's oddly enough. Although, I’m sure he still has his own demons to fight while we’re not around. Losing a loved one takes a toll. I would know.
“Guys! You made it! Come in! We’re playing a game.” He says excitedly.
I quickly make my way up his porch steps and pull him in for a crushing hug. He claps me on the back and laughs.
“Hey, mate. How are you?” I mutter, pulling away to study him.
He grins, “I’m amazing! I’m glad you guys made it. I had my letter to Rita ready to send.” He says mockingly, then peers down at Hermione who stepped up beside me.
“‘Mione!!” He shouts, scooping her up and hugging her to his chest.
She squeals and throws her head back with a laugh. “Hi, Ronald. We’ve missed you.” She says, her eyes alight with joy.
Setting her down, he kisses the top of her head. I clench my jaw. They didn’t work out for a reason. No need to feel jealous Harry, I tell myself. Drawing in a deep breath, I realize how unreasonable I'm being. I now understand Ron a little bit better. When he had feelings for Hermione he was constantly jealous of our relationship. Oh, how the tables have turned.
“Gross Ron. I still think you have cooties.” She says rolling her eyes, and Ron chuckles.
“Yeah, whatever Hermione. You love me. Now, come on! George and Angelina are inside. And Lee just got here. We’re playing this new game…Ride the train? Have you guys played?” He asks and I groan, remembering the last time I played that god awful game.
“Yeah, I’ve played. Nearly took me out.”
Hermione snorts and I smirk at her before wrapping my arm around her shoulders, leading her through the threshold.
“Well, you’re lucky we’re having a chill hangout. No blackouts tonight.”
I sigh in relief. I really didn’t feel like getting hammered tonight. Getting back to Hogwarts drunk off my ass wasn’t something I was looking forward to. Plus, I want to disapparate and don't want to risk getting splinched.
We flop down on the couch, greeting George, his girlfriend Angelina, and Lee. Hermione sidles up next to me and Ron plops down on her other side. Her thigh brushes mine and I nudge her with my knee. She smiles up at me and my heart does a little tumble. Fuck. She’s so unintentionally breathtaking. I've always known she was beautiful, but I find myself blown away by her effortless beauty. It helps that I'm allowed to notice her now. I think before I just refused to acknowledge it. My fear of losing her or Ron was too great for me to ever bring those thoughts to light. Ron abruptly shoots up from the couch, breaking me from my thoughts.
“Drinks! I forgot!” He says, running out of the room to the kitchen. I throw my arm over the back of the couch and turn my attention to the other Weasley. I ask George about the business and he happily drones on about how well they’re doing and how the memorial for Fred is underway. My heart clenches at the thought of his other half. His death was one of the hardest for me. I always felt responsible. Like he would still be here if I had just gone to Riddle earlier. If maybe we’d killed the snake faster, he’d still be alive. Hermione relaxes back into the cushions and her curls tickle my arm, effectively distracting me from my darkness. Ron sprints back in with a huff and hands me and Hermione a beer.
“Sorry guys, that's all we have. Well, that and firewhiskey.”
I cringe. No whiskey for me tonight. I nod in thanks and crack open the beer. We start the game and of course, I ride the train three times, going through four beers. I feel buzzed already. My smiles are easier and my tongue looser. Hermione finishes three as well and somehow we managed to shift closer as the night went on. Not that I’m complaining. I sigh contentedly. Her small frame fits perfectly into my side. I play with a strand of her hair not really listening to the conversation.
It’s getting late. We've been here for a few hours and I'm knackered. I lean into her side, “You ready to go?” I whisper and she nods.
“Alright, mate. I think we’re gonna head out.” I say as the conversation pauses.
Ron rolls his eyes. “Just stay here. You guys have been drinking. I don’t care what you say, apparating is hard when you’re buzzed; plus, we have an extra bed. No need to risk it. We’re making pancakes in the morning.” He says raising his brows. I groan, side-eyeing Hermione with a silent question. She shrugs.
“Fine. We’ll stay.” I say, albeit a little begrudgingly.
Ron grins and goes on about a new product they're launching. Soon, I’m yawning, barely able to keep my eyes open. Hermione’s head is on my shoulder. I think she’s asleep; she hasn’t spoken in a while. Ron glances over at us and then rolls his eyes.
“What happened to you two? No longer party animals I see.” He chuckles. “Come on. I think it’s time for bed. Lee’s staying on the couch so you guys will have to share the guest room… there’s a small couch and a bed, so you should be fine.” He says standing. Thank Merlin, I think.
Hermione yawns before getting to her feet and moving toward the stairs. I stand, stretching my arms over my head with a groan. My bones crack and pop as I do and I peek a glance at her waiting by the stairs. She licks her lips, and her eyes trail up and down my body. I smirk, getting a little thrill from the look on her face. I cock a brow at her and she blushes before averting her gaze. She thinks she's subtle, but I catch her checking me out more often than not. To be fair, I reciprocate more than my fair share. I’m just better at hiding it than she is.
“Goodnight guys, see you in the morning,” I murmur.
They bid us goodnight, making their way to the kitchen. We follow Ron up the stairs and he shows us his room and George’s before taking us to the end of the hall.
“Alright, this is it. Let me know if you need anything. I assume you’ll figure out the sleeping arrangements. If not, Harry you can squeeze into my bed with me. Although, I’m a kicker so maybe not. Goodnight!” He says, turning on his heel and heading back to his room. I’d rather sleep on the floor than in Ron’s bed. He snores, kicks, and talks in his sleep. Too many years sharing a room with the bloke.
“Night Ron,” I say following Hermione into the room and closing the door behind me. The room isn’t small, but not very large either. There’s a queen bed and a small loveseat on the far wall with a large window looking out into the yard. The walls are painted a muted blue and there’s a bathroom to my left next to the dresser.
I cringe, realizing I’ll have to sleep on that tiny couch that’s half my size. Oh well. I don’t want to make her uncomfortable.
I grab the extra blanket off the bed and plop down on the cushions.
“What’re you doing?”
I shrug. “I’ll sleep on the couch. No biggie.” Hermione rolls her eyes.
“Oh come on Harry. We shared a tent for almost a year. I think we can handle one night.” She cocks a brow at me. I gulp nervously, running a hand through my hair.
“Alright. If you say so.”
I transfigure my trousers into sweatpants and shuck off my shirt. My stomach flutters with nervous energy. She’s right though, I have no reason to be weird about this. We’ve slept next to each other many times.
Hermione brought her bag with the undetectable extension charm. She reaches in and pulls out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, then heads to the bathroom to change. I mutter a scorgify over my mouth to clean my teeth. It’s not perfect, but from what I’ve experienced, it does the job.
I blow out a breath. Okay. Just need to control myself for one night. Keep my distance and my hands to myself. I slide under the covers, and the cool silk sheets feel soothing against my skin.
Taking my glasses off, I set them on the nightstand and turn on my side to face the window. I hear the door to the bathroom click open and the bed dips behind me as she crawls under the covers. I let out a breath, willing myself to relax.
“Goodnight Hermione,” I whisper, pointing my wand at the light. It flickers out, blanketing the room in darkness.
“Goodnight Harry.”
Hermione POV
My entire being is tense, suddenly very aware of the man sleeping next to me. I can feel the warmth radiating off of him. He’s so close. If I shift even slightly we’ll be touching.
I did not think this through. I’ve been laying here rigid as a board for almost twenty minutes. I thought I could handle one night, and I wasn’t about to let him sleep on that tiny couch. Maybe I was a little too optimistic about my ability to control myself.
I feel the bed dip behind me and hold my breath as he shifts positions. Suddenly feeling his warm breath caress the back of my neck. I shiver as gooseflesh erupts all over my body. The air feels thick with tension. My core throbs with need and I bite my lip to keep from whimpering. What is wrong with me? It’s just Harry!
I try to relax by taking deep breaths and focusing on the rapid beat of my heart, but he suddenly shifts closer. A desperate need rushes through my body. Every fiber of my being is aware of the heat coming off of him. I can’t concentrate. I can’t breathe.
Harry’s fingers glide through my hair and tickle my scalp. He plays with my curls for a few moments and I try to stay still, to not react, but a quiet whimper escapes my lips. Harry stops and lets out a sigh. I can’t begin to understand what’s going through his mind, but it’s as if he paused to think. To decide. My heart pounds in my chest.
With one fluid motion, he scoots closer, wraps his arm around my waist and hails me back against his chest. I gasp at the abruptness. I can feel every toned muscle and hard plane on his body. He lets out a breathy groan and his lips trail along the nape of my neck.
Merlin save me. My breathing hitches, and a shiver works its way down my spine. The ache between my thighs grows unbearable as I’m overwhelmed with need. I suppress the urge to rock my hips into his groin. I’d do anything to ease this ache.
Harry slides his hand under my shirt. The feel of his rough palm against my sensitive flesh leaves me breathless. His large hand rest against my stomach and he tugs me tighter against him with a groan. Fire burns through my veins as I feel his rock hard length dig into my ass.
“Harry..” I whisper breathily, closing my eyes. I’m fighting a losing battle if I think I can stop myself from wanting him. I’m bursting at the seams.
Every cell in my body is vibrating with need for him. He brushes a soft kiss behind my ear before suckling on my sensitive skin. My already heated body is set ablaze. I arch into him as a desperate moan escapes my lips. He trails wet kisses up the length of my neck before nibbling on my ear.
I let out a shuddering breath when he slides the hand on my stomach lower. My hips roll impatiently into his erection and he growls into my ear sending a spike of arousal straight through me. He teases the band of my shorts and I whimper as wetness seeps between my thighs. I’ve never felt so needy in my life.
Harry slowly slides his hand under the band of my shorts, finding me bare. I’m not wearing knickers.
“Fuck.” He groans huskily, and my core clenches.
His fingers glide achingly slow through the short thatch of curls to my folds. I know we shouldn’t do this. We should stop. Friends don’t do this, I think trying to talk myself out of this.
I moan as he slips a finger inside of me, pumping slowly, and just barely satisfying my need to be filled. As if he read my mind, he inserts another finger causing flames to lick down my spine. We really shouldn’t do this. I grind my hips as he works me, curling his fingers just right.
“More.” I breathe into the cool air of the room.
He hums and moves to suckle the sensitive skin behind my ear while curling his fingers faster inside me, hitting me just right. I gasp and grip his arm as desire ripples through me.
We should definitely stop, that retched voice in my head says. I spread my legs wider as he pumps his fingers into me. Harry groans before pulling his fingers out of my entrance and finding my bundle of nerves to circle me. I moan loudly as the fire in my veins burns brighter. My walls pulsing and shaking under his touch. I’m so starved for him that I’m already on the verge of oblivion.
“Come on my fingers, Hermione.”
I whimper as my legs shake with my impending orgasm. He increases pressure, circling my clit relentlessly. My walls clench and the pulsing in my clit hits a peak.
“Please,” I beg, gripping the sheets.
Harry shifts so he can weave his hand under me and tweak my aching nipples. My thoughts are blurred with lust. I rock my hips into him and he thrusts his hard length into my back making me whimper. I feel hollow. The pleasure from his fingers was only just enough.
My core tightens and the burning in my limbs increases. I cry out, abruptly shattering as the pressure releases.
“Harry!” I cry, moaning as my body goes taut. Harry swallows my gasps with a kiss. Devouring my pleasure as if it’s his own.
He circles me until I come down from my high. As my body relaxes he slowly slides a finger into my entrance before pulling his hand from beneath my shorts. Breaking the kiss, he smirks at me, then sucks his finger into his mouth, moaning as he tastes me.
Watching him lick his fingers dry sends me into a list filled frenzy. Sitting up as hot desire fogs my mind, I push him back, and move to straddle him. Like an outside force is driving me to take what I really want. He groans and rests his hands on my hips. His cock is digging into my core and I gasp at the feel. An overwhelming need overtaking me. I grasp his face, look into his lust filled eyes, and lean down, pressing my lips to his. An ache in my chest lessens as I dip my tongue into his mouth and slowly grind my hips over his growing erection. He moans and the sound ignites that fire in me once more. Harry slides his hands under my shirt and up my back as he deepens the kiss. Our tongues tangle in a desperate battle of desire. I’m completely undone by this man, my best friend. And I can’t deny how good it feels.
We bask in each other's embrace, kissing until our lips are swollen and sensitive, panting with pent up desire. I break the kiss and sit up to throw my shirt over my head. He watches with unabashed interest as he takes in my bare chest. My hardened nipples are aching and begging to be touched. It’s not lost on me that I’m not insecure about my body at all with Harry. I usually feel timid and insecure about being naked and vulnerable, but not with him. He lets out a guttural moan and his eyes darken dangerously. His hands slide up my body to cup my breasts. Weighing each one in his hands as if he can’t believe he’s touching me right now. He rolls my peaked flesh with his thumbs and I gasp at the sensation. I’m on fire. And my only source of relief is the raven haired man beneath me.
I lean down to kiss him, and reach between us to stroke his shaft through the fabric of his pants. I want this. I want him so badly it hurts. I’m desperate to touch him. Feel him. Every part of him. I know we said we’d be friends, but I can’t take it anymore. Every part of me aches for him. I can’t even sit next to him playing a stupid drinking game, look away when he stretches his arms over his head, or stop fantasizing about his mouth all over my body every night. Every look, every brush of skin, all of it, torturing me.
Breaking the kiss, breathing heavily, I rest my forehead against his.
“We should stop right?”
“Yes, we should stop… ” He says breathily, kissing my neck. “We should definitely stop.” He whispers, and I moan as he sits up, wrapping his arms around my waist, kissing down to my breasts.
He suckles my nipple into his hot mouth and rolls his tongue over the peaked flesh. A spark of heat shoots straight to my clit and I moan, running my fingers through his hair, and holding his head to my chest.
“Fuck,” I whisper as my eyes roll back into my head at the pleasure he’s giving me.
He takes his mouth off of me and I open my eyes to look at him. In the faint glow of the moonlight, I find his beautiful green eyes searching my face.
“Tell me to stop Hermione.” He cups my face, his thumbs stroking my cheeks. “Because I can’t. So, please. Tell me to stop. Tell me you don’t want this.” His face is pained, eyes piercing mine.
My heart aches. We’re torturing ourselves at this point. Why fight what we both obviously want? I reach to the side and grab my wand. My eyes never leave his as I mutter a silencio then point my wand at my abdomen to whisper the contraceptive charm. A faint pink glow shines under my skin. His eyes darken as we stare at each other. Realizing with the utmost clarity that we can’t stop this. My body tingles with anticipation.
“Don’t stop Harry,” I whisper. “Please don’t stop,” I say, throwing my wand to the floor. He shudders and closes his eyes. I trail my hands over his naked chest and arms, loving the way it feels to touch him so freely.
Growling hungrily, he grips my hips, twisting us so I lay underneath him, and kisses me slowly. Kissing Harry has made me realize how important the act is. Our tongues dance together in synch. Like he’s in no rush. Taking his time tasting me, memorizing my lips. I run my hands down his sides causing him to shudder once more. The sight of him so clearly affected by my touch has my heart beating rapidly.
He breaks away breathing heavily, and his eyes move to trail down my body.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” He whispers before sucking my nipple into his mouth. His hand trails down my body reverently before hooking his fingers into the band of my shorts and tugging them down over my hips. I shift my hips up and he tugs them down to my knees.
Harry shifts back on his haunches to take my shorts completely off, throwing them to the side without taking his eyes off me. For a few moments, he just stares at me. His eyes seeming to absorb every inch of exposed skin.
“Fuck Hermione.” He groans, sliding his hands up my legs. “I want to taste you.” He breathes, more to himself, but still, my breathing hitches.
He parts my legs, eyeing my soaking folds with a burning need in his eyes. I bite my lip as he kisses the inside of my knee. My bundle throbs as I watch him kiss his way up my thigh. The feel of his hands on my body and his mouth so close to where I want him makes me whimper. He lays down on his stomach, settling himself between my thighs. I spread my legs wider, desperate for him to put his mouth on me.
“Such a good girl.” He purrs, hovering just inches from my cunt. “You want to come again don’t you ‘mione?”
I moan, throwing my head back against the pillows, trembling with desire.
“Fuck, please Harry.” I breathe in desperation. He wraps his arms under my legs and shifts so he can hold my hips down.
The throbbing in my bundle is almost painful. He hums in approval before slowly licking through my folds. From the bottom of my slit to the top. His hot tongue sends sparks of desire up my spine. I look down to see his green eyes watching me intently. The sight almost sends me over the edge. Harry flicks his tongue over my sensitive nub making me gasp and grip the sheets. I’ve fantasized about his mouth for weeks, but nothing compares to the real thing. He sucks on my bundle while twirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. I’m already on the brink. My legs shaking, walls trembling as he works me.
“Oh my god,” I gasp, as my core clenches. “I’m so close. Please!”
Harry hums around me and inserts two fingers inside me, curling them just right. My legs start to shake. I watch him hungrily. Loving the way he looks at me. Like I’m something to savor. His pupils are so dilated his eyes are almost black. I thread my fingers through his hair, holding him to my throbbing nub. The burning becomes unbearable.
“Fuck, fuck. Yes. Harry!” I gasp as I abruptly explode.
Rippling pleasure spreads throughout my body. My cries and moans echoing throughout the small room. My eyes roll back into my head as the last dregs of ecstasy crest over me. I can’t believe he made me come once let alone twice.
I sigh as I come down from the clouds. Opening my eyes, I find Harry watching my face with a searing intensity as he strokes his thick length.
I reach up to cup his cheek and he leans down to meet me. His eyes are heady with need, but soft, unsure. I pull him down to brush a gentle kiss on his lips, tasting myself in the process.
I run my hands down his chest, watching the muscles of his stomach tense and his breathing hitch as I get closer to his erection. I replace his hand and stroke him slowly. Enticing a delicious moan from him. He closes his eyes and rests his forehead against mine.
“Harry,” I whisper and he cracks his eyes open. I spread my legs, silently asking him what he wants. The burning question. Are we ready for this? Do you want me as much as I want you? I let my hands fall away from his length and grip his sides. He lets out a breath before gripping himself and teasing my folds. I shiver in anticipation. We are finally crossing the line. And I don’t think I’ve ever felt more at peace with a decision.
“Are you sure Hermione?” He asks quietly, uncertainty written all over his features. I cup his cheek, smiling softly.
“Yes, I’m sure.” I’ve never been more sure about anything in my entire life.
He visibly shudders before lining himself up with my entrance. I’m trembling with anticipation. A need so powerful, it might overwhelm me. His body is tense with the effort of holding back. He slowly guides the tip in with a moan that ripples through me. Who knew the sound of Harry moaning would have me so hot and bothered? He flicks his eyes back up to meet mine, watching my reaction as he slowly sinks into my slick heat. I gasp, gripping his arms as he fills me up.
“Fuck me.” I breathe, realizing he’s only halfway in. He shudders again, groaning as he seats himself fully inside of me. It feels so good. Like two puzzle pieces coming together.
Harry kisses me before sliding out to the tip and roughly thrusting back in. A whimper escapes my lips as he hits me deeper than before. My body buzzes with the amount of pleasure pulsing through me. It feels even better than I imagined.
“God you’re so tight.” He growls.
My nails dig into the skin of his back as he pumps into me over and over again.
”Oh! Right there! Don’t stop Harry!”
His hands rove over every curve of my body. And as he sits back on his haunches, he grips my hips possessively and completely loses himself. If there wasn’t a silencio up, the whole house would hear just how much I like Harry’s Cock.
I’ve never felt more attractive as he continues to trail his eyes longingly over my curves.
“So beautiful.” He says breathily.
His eyes are dark as he watches his cock slide in and out of me. I moan at the tightening in my core. Electricity sparking through my veins. I’ve never experienced anything so intensely before. Watching him watch me. He leans back down and I grasp his face to pull him to my mouth, kissing him desperately. Wrapping my legs around his waist, so he’s closer. Our sweaty skin sticking together as he thrusts faster.
“Oh merlin, yes Harry.” I moan into his mouth. My body set ablaze once more. The sound of slapping skin echoes throughout the room. I’m so wet, the sounds coming from me are obscene. I’d heard stories of girls talking about the embarrassing noises they make, but I had no idea. Harry doesn’t seem to mind one bit, sucking on my neck and nipping at my jaw as he continues to buck into me.
He suddenly lifts from my neck, sitting back on his haunches. His pupils are blown wide. I’ve never seen him so…starved. He grabs my leg and throws it over his shoulder, sinking deeper into me. Seeming to lose control as he slams into me over and over again. I cry out. Gasping and moaning desperately as he pushes me closer to the edge. I trail a hand down my front and circle my throbbing bundle. Watching his face as he watches my fingers hungrily.
“Work that pretty cunt, Hermione.” He growls.
Fuck, I love when he talks to me like that. I whimper at his tone, circling faster. The throbbing in my core reaches a peak.
“Harder Harry. Please. Fuck. Oh my god!”
He bucks into me wildly and without abandon. My body is pulled taut ready to snap. With one last circle of my fingers, my walls clench and I explode. Crying out as I’m wrenched from reality into the stars. Earth-shattering pleasure pulsing through me with every beat of my heart. My orgasm is so intense, I think I might pass out. I’m a whimpering mess. I didn’t know orgasms could make you see stars.
I realize, in that moment, that I’ll never be the same. Harry Potter has forever set the bar to an impossibly high standard.
Harry grunts, slamming into me once more, and stilling as his release finds him. Ropes of his cum covering my insides.
“Hermione,” He moans breathily and I watch him with hooded eyes, finally coming back to myself, admiring how handsome he looks.
His hair is disheveled and falling into his eyes. He’s breathing heavily, his toned muscles flexing with each breath. I smile, feeling completely at ease and overflowing with happiness.
Coming back to himself, Harry grins down at me. We stare at each other for a few moments. Like we’re both shocked into stillness. I can’t speak for him, but I think I can say we’re both ruined for other people now. My heart flutters as I continue to stare into his eyes. His smile spreads and he shakes his head before slowly slipping out of me. I whine at the loss and he chuckles. Moving around the bed, he picks up his wand and points it at me, vanishing out combined fluids dripping down my legs.
I’m in a post-orgasmic daze. Try as I might to stay awake, my eyes keep drifting shut. Sleep tugging me down as he lays down next to me, pulling the covers over us. I turn toward him and rest my head on his chest. He sighs, threading his fingers through my hair, stroking gently, lulling me to sleep.
“Goodnight Harry,” I whisper and he hums.
“Goodnight Hermione.” He says, kissing the top of my head. I sigh happily, sinking into a blissful sleep.