Chapter 12
Harry POV
We didn’t hear back from Ron all week. He’s obviously pissed. I feel horrible but my focus has been elsewhere as of late. I’m so happy. Literally nothing could dampen my mood. Everything is so easy with her. We read each other so well. No awkwardness or shyness. It’s just her and I. It’s like we’ve been dating for years. Knowing everything about each other, but still learning so much. Don’t even get me started on the sex. I didn’t know sex could be so… addictive. I’m completely enthralled with her. It’s actually causing us some issues with our friends. They can’t stand to be around us. We tend to…um- forget people are around. We’ve been caught four times snogging in various places.
Poor Theo got an eyeful yesterday when he walked in on us practically ripping each other's clothes off in the defense against the dark arts classroom. Hermione went beet red, hiding behind me as he scolded us. Only in her bra and trousers; I couldn’t help but laugh. He told us to have the decency to lock the door so as to not scar him for life for a second time. Rolling his eyes, muttering something about love being stupid as he left. Hermione then lectured me on keeping my hands to myself in our classes. How she can’t be held responsible for her reactions when I tease her all day.
I chuckle at the memory. It’s Saturday. The Halloween party starts in a few hours. Hermione just left the room to get changed. We decided to go as Westly and Buttercup from The Princess Bride. No one will know who they are but us. She practically jumped me when I told her of my idea. We worked all morning transfiguring clothing to look like the two characters.
Our only other issue right now is privacy. Everyone thinks they deserve to know the intimate details of our relationship. It’s insane. Driving me a little mad, to be honest. I snapped on a second year when she asked Hermione what it was like dating the chosen one. I apologized after, but still. And Rita Skeeter won’t leave me alone. She keeps asking for an exclusive interview with the two of us about our unlikely ‘love story’. It’s absurd.
I wish we had kept it secret for a little while longer. I just want to be with her without all the attention. We’re just two people in love. Well, I’m in love. I don’t know how Hermione feels. It’s getting harder and harder to keep it from her. Every time I look at her I want to tell her how much I love her. I’ve never felt so strongly about someone. It’s a little obsessive if you ask me. I touch her constantly, never feeling close enough.
We hung out with our fellow Gryffindor friends the other night in the common room. This was the first time they’d seen us together since they found out we were dating. Other than holding hands and a peck here and there in the hall, they had no idea what they were in for. We all gathered in the room and maneuvered onto the couches. I immediately pulled Hermione into my lap, breathing in her sweet scent and not really paying attention to the others. In my defense, she wore her muggle jeans and all I could think about was getting her to bed. Seamus had to literally scream at me to get my attention.
Hermione was just as bad though. Frequently zoning them out and flirting with me instead. I never thought I would be that annoyingly in love couple making out in the corner, but she’s turned me into a love-sick zombie. They ended up kicking us out of the game night, saying they couldn’t stand the happiness seeping from us. I just shrugged, kissed Hermione on the cheek then threw her over my shoulder to bring her to my room. She squealed and laughed, hitting me in the arse, but she didn’t seem to mind when I tossed her on the bed.
I glance over my ridiculous outfit in the mirror and finish tying the black bandana/mask combo around my head when she walks in. My heart stalls in my chest and I whip around to look at her. Merlin. I trail my eyes down her body. She’s wearing a mid-thigh length salmon dress with long flowy sleeves. Similar to the one Buttercup wore in the movie, but altered to be ‘sexy’ as she put it. She’s wearing white fishnet tights and brown boots with a gold belt around her waist. The neckline plunges almost to her navel. I groan deep in my throat as my dick hardens painfully at the sight of her all dressed up.
“Bloody hell Hermione.” I breathe huskily.
She giggles and her cheeks flush a deep red. She bites her lip and looks me up and down. I look like a troll next to her in my simple black trousers and loose black shirt. The open v-neck untied so that half of my chest is exposed. Hermione forced me to put in contacts before she went to change. I hate the damn things, but she insisted. Going all the way to Muggle London to grab my prescription.
“Mm. Maybe we should just stay here tonight Harry. You look… so fucking good.” She purrs, sauntering over to me.
I still haven’t regained control of my body as I watch her make her way toward me. It's like I’m hypnotized. She circles me, running her hands over my heated skin. I shake my head trying to clear it, and adjust my erection into the waistband of my trousers. My eyes follow her and she grins saucily, stopping in front of me. I lick my lips and grip her waist, roughly tugging her flush against my chest. She squeals in surprise.
“Look at you,” I whisper, breathing in the sweet scent of roses on her skin. I kiss her neck and jaw, before moving to her lips. She slips her tongue into my mouth and I respond in kind. Losing myself to her taste, groaning when she pulls me closer. She giggles, breaking our heated kiss to trail her finger down my chest.
“Let's just stay here tonight.”
Her chocolate eyes trail over me hungrily. She hums and her hand drifts dangerously close to my aching cock. My pulse quickens and she grips me through my trousers.
“Fuck” I groan.
She smirks as her nimble fingers work to unbutton my pants. Every thought of getting to the party on time dissipates from my brain. All of my focus suddenly on her fingers. She tugs the zipper down, and my abdomen clenches as pulls my hard length from beneath my boxers.
“I’m not wearing knickers, Harry.” She whispers as she strokes me. A shiver works through me and I growl, backing her to the bed. The party can wait.
I quickly flip her around and gently push on her back to encourage her to bend at the waist. Her gasp of surprise only spurs me on. My thoughts are a jumble of lust and desire for this magnificent woman beneath me. I slide my hands up her legs, pushing her dress up as I go. Groaning when I see her soaking cunt bare except for the fishnet stockings.
“Already so wet for me. Look at that pretty little cunt.” I say, caressing her perfect bum. I give her a light smack and her back arches.
“Fuck Harry.” She breathes.
I’m dizzy with lust, only thinking with my cock. I tear her tights open at her apex. My self-control slips as I look at her bare and dripping. I’ve never seen anything so wonderful. I tease her folds with my throbbing cock, and she whimpers, rolling her hips impatiently. My pulse pounds in my ears.
Gripping her hips, I abruptly plunge into her. Her heat enveloping me so deliciously that I groan at the feel. She gasps and grips the sheets tightly.
“So fucking sexy Hermione. You’re so ready for me baby.” I say huskily, thrusting into her again and again.
She moans, her back arching as I impale her. Deeper and deeper with each thrust. Hot desire ripples through me. I grab her hands and pull them behind her back, locking them in my embrace as I pump into her erratically. Sweat begins to drip down my spine. I usually take my time with her, but I’m overwhelmed with how fucking gorgeous she looks in her skimpy little outfit. She cries out, gasping, and whimpering as I take her.
“Don’t stop Harry!” She cries.
Her legs shake and tremble underneath me. Fuck I love her. My beautiful, sexy woman. I feel her walls clench around me and moan as heat shoots through me.
“Come for me, sweet girl. Be a good girl for me, and come on my cock.”
I release my grip on her hands and reach around her front to circle her clit. She gasps, grinding her hips in time with my thrusts. Electricity sparks up my spine as I moan into the nape of her neck. She shudders, and her walls clench suddenly. Hermione’s whole body goes taut, and she screams, her back arching, and legs trembling as her orgasm barrels through her.
“Oh fuck, Hermione.” I groan, bucking into her once more before spilling my ropes of come inside her warm heat. My eyes roll back into my head as ecstasy pools through every part of my body.
She relaxes into the bed, panting and sighing out her release. Our bodies are sweaty and hot. I smile happily into her shoulder. How did I ever go without this? I tug her up and hold her to my chest, kissing her neck and cheek. She sighs contentedly. I moan and slip out of her before quickly vanishing our combined fluids with a flick of my wand. I grin stupidly at her as she turns to face me. Her smile matches my own. We laugh, holding onto each other as we finally come down from the high. That was intense. I hope this desperate need for her never goes away.
Her cheeks are flushed, her hair in disarray, eyes bright as she looks at me. I pull her in for a long kiss and dip my tongue into her mouth. My cock twitches. Maybe we can go for another round in a few. I think I can manage it. She giggles and leans away from me.
“We’re so late Harry.” She says before resting her forehead against mine. I shrug.
“I don’t care. They probably expect it at this point Hermione. They all know I can’t keep my hands to myself.”
She laughs. “True.”
We finally pull away from each other, albeit begrudgingly on my part. We then fix ourselves in the mirror. My face is flushed, my eyes brighter than usual.
“I look thoroughly fucked right now,” I say, chuckling. She blushes, ignoring me. I roll my eyes. Still so pure, I think.
When she’s finally satisfied we look presentable, we head out the door and make our way to Hufflepuff.
Hermione and I walk into the room grinning from ear to ear. They really outdid themselves. The Hufflepuff common room is… exactly as I expected. The different hues of yellow and brown, the mood lighting, and the honey-colored wood give it a warm feel. Various plants and flowers lay throughout the space, and the room is completely covered in Halloween-themed decorations: vampires, mummies, spider webs, pumpkins, and anything you could think of. Over to our right is a sitting area and on our left is a shelf of games and trinkets. Hovering next to the stairs on the far wall is a massive barrel I assume is used for whatever drink they decided on. I watch as a group of Slytherins pours a red liquid into their cups. Glancing at Hermione, I grin. She tugs me forward heading for the drinks.
I pour her a cup full of the mysterious liquid. A sweet, fruity scent emitting from the barrel. I already know Theo had something to do with it. I eye it warily as I hand her the drink. She smiles while taking a sip. Her eyes go wide.
“That’s bloody delicious.” She says, gulping down another sip. I chuckle, pouring myself a glass.
We make our way to the couches, spotting Luna and Neville. Their costumes are a sight for sore eyes. I don’t miss Neville’s wince as he sees me.
“What the bloody hell is that mate?” I ask, eyeing him up and down.
He looks like a disfigured dragon painted in different shades of grey with black scales covering his limbs. He sighs.
“I told you! I’m a thestral!” He says, exasperated. I peek a glance at Hermione. She’s hiding her laugh behind her hand. Neville just rolls his eyes. “And what’re you two? Pirates?”
I chuckle at his obvious distress. “You won’t get the reference, but we’re Westley and Princess Buttercup from The Princess Bride,” I say, shrugging, plopping down on the couch next to Hermione.
“Oh. How wonderful. They are lovely characters. I always liked Inigo Montoya.” Luna pipes in and I raise my brows.
“You know muggle films?” Hermione asks, and Luna nods.
“They’re quite creative muggles. Without magic, they have limitless imaginations.”
We chat about the movie for a while, giving Neville the rundown. Hermione shifts uncomfortably next to me. She’s smushed between me and Luna. I’m about to ask if she wants to move when Luna glances over her.
“Oh. I’m sorry Hermione. Are you uncomfortable? I know we had that moment over the summer, but don’t worry I know you’re with Harry.” She says wistfully. I furrow my brow. What the hell did she just say? Hermione and Luna?! My eyes jerk between the two of them. Hermione blushes scarlet. Groaning, she sinks deeper into the couch as if she can hide from prying eyes. I look at Neville and he’s just as flabbergasted as me.
“What happened over the summer Luna?” I probe, and Hermione groans louder.
“Oh. Hermione and I were wonderfully drunk one night. We let the passions of drink get to us. Blimmering Humdingers heightened our senses. It was quite amazing. I believe it was Hermione’s first-”
“NO! Nope! Luna, just no. We’re not talking about this. We hooked up one time over the summer. Simple as that.” She squeaks, rubbing her temple.
I gape at her. The image of Hermione and Luna together plays through my mind. I’m suddenly very hot. I had no idea she was into girls too. I’m learning so many new things about her. She’s not so shy after all. I laugh and pull her into my lap. She squeals, gripping my arms to steady herself.
“You dirty little minx,” I whisper into her ear. “What else don’t I know?” I purr, trailing my nose along her jaw. She shivers.
“Nothing you need to worry about.” She says breathily, and I chuckle, squeezing her waist.
I shift her around so she can comfortably join in on the conversation. She relaxes into me, and I kiss her temple. Neville is white as a sheet under his makeup. I smirk at him, cocking a brow. He visibly gulps. I guess he’s learning a lot about Luna too. I steer the conversation elsewhere, not wanting to make anyone uncomfortable. Hermione finishes her drink quickly. Probably hoping to drown her embarrassment in the questionably red liquid.
After a while, she seems to forget her embarrassment, and we fall into easy conversation. Hermione’s fingers weave into the hair at the nape of my neck and I sigh. I feel giddy. My beautiful girlfriend in my arms, and friends all dancing and chatting having a good time. I can’t believe we’re all here. That not six months ago we were fighting for our lives, unsure of the future.
The rest of the night goes by in a blur. We hardly move from our spot on the couch. Everyone seems to just come to us. Each wanting to talk to the new ‘It’ couple as Dean put it. Hermione’s arms are wrapped around my neck, her body flush against mine. We’re relaxed back into the cushions, the last of the busybodies finally leave us alone. I sigh, nuzzling into her neck. Her milk chocolate eyes are glassy as she peers down at me. She leans in for a kiss. Nothing crazy, just gentle and sweet. A warmth blooms in my chest and I smile into her mouth, pulling her closer. Someone clears their throat in front of us and I almost growl. Why can’t they leave us alone?
Looking up, I find a very uncomfortable-looking Ron. Oh fuck. He purses his lips and clenches his jaw. My eyes grow wide as fear and shock ripple through me.
“Shit. Uh- hi, Ron. How’re you mate? Glad you could make it.” I say, cringing as I blatantly ignore the fact that he just saw us kissing.
Hermione pinches my shoulder, and I flick my eyes to her. She’s frowning. Looking back at Ron, I don’t know how to proceed. Do we apologize? Stop touching? Should I put her down? Is he going to say something? I shift Hermione off my lap, keeping my hand on her thigh. Ron’s eyes flick to my hand. I resist the urge to pull her close, hide her from his ire. He frowns, looking back at me.
“So. It’s true then? You two are… together.” He says, his fists clenching at his sides.
I clear my throat, sharing a worried glance with Hermione. She’s biting her lip.
“Ron. We didn’t mean for this to happen. We were going to tell you, but things kind of got out of control with the media. We’re sorry you had to find out like that. We wanted to talk to you earlier, but you never responded.” Hermione says before pulling out of my grip and standing. I sigh, knowing this isn’t going to end well. People are already staring.
Ron scoffs. “You guys were literally at my house two weeks ago! You didn't think to tell me then!?” He yells, throwing his hands up. “I mean seriously! We’re supposed to be friends. After everything we’ve been through… I just thought-” He shakes his head.
I groan and move to stand. I really didn’t want to have this out in front of our entire class, but you can’t always get what you want. I tug Hermione protectively into my side.
“We didn't know then, Ron. Well. I mean, we did, but we weren’t sure. It was all so new. And what were we supposed to do? Say, ‘Hey Ron, we’re kind of into each other. We’ve hooked up a few times, but we’re not dating or really anything right now, but just so you know, we’re shagging?’” I ask, exasperated. He jerks back, his eyes flicking to Hermione. I curse under my breath. I did not mean for it to come out like that. Ron clenches his jaw and Hermione pulls away from me, her eyes hard. She’s angry. Oh hell. I fucked up.
I rub the back of my neck. “I didn’t mean to just spout that at you. I’m sorry. That’s not what I meant.” I say sighing. “What I’m trying to say is that there wasn’t anything to tell you. At least not until we understood ourselves.” I say weakly.
Everyone is watching us now. Ron jerks his eyes to me. Piercing me with a hate I’ve never seen before. It takes me aback.
“You’re a fucking liar Harry. ‘She’s like a sister’ my ass! And what about Ginny? You told her you needed time. I guess you meant you just wanted an easy shag? No strings attached?” Ron spits at me, and Hermione visibly recoils. Her face pinching into a scowl. Quiet up until now, she points an angry finger at Ron.
“How dare you Ronald! I thought you might be upset, but this?!” Her voice cracks. She’s hurt. “For your information, I’m not just some easy shag.” She growls and I grab her hand, but she jerks out of my grip turning her ire on me.
“And you! None of this would be happening if you weren’t so careless! Parading me around Hogwarts like a damn trophy! Kissing me in front of everyone without asking! I wasn’t ready to tell the world Harry!”
I flinch back, not expecting that. “I didn’t know it would be broadcast to the entire world Hermione. It was an accident.” I say a little hurt. How did this turn on me? She huffs crossing her arms. “Well, apparently, I’m just an easy shag with no care in the world. Let’s just tell everyone how much we fuck Harry! That’ll give them a story. Oh, wait! You already did!” She yells, her face flushed from anger.
I grit my teeth, shaking my head. Completely forgetting Ron is there and everyone in the room quietly watching on. I take a deep breath, reeling in my emotions like my therapist taught me. She’s just lashing out because she’s hurt.
“I had no idea you felt that way, Hermione. You know I would never do anything to hurt you. At least not on purpose.” I say, running my hands through my hair anxiously. “I- I forget sometimes. I’m so enthralled with you. I just-” I blow out a breath. “I love you so much, and I don’t even notice anyone else. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to say that or parade you around. Everyone just disappears when I’m with you. I’ll try to be better. I promise.” I say, cupping her cheeks. The blood leaves her face and her eyes soften. I furrow my brow, confused by her reaction. She just stares at me searching my eyes. Ron huffs beside us and I blink. Just now remembering our audience. He frowns.
“I’m leaving. Let me know- you know what… don’t. I’m tired of begging you guys to be my friends.” He says turning on his heel and walking out the door. I watch him leave feeling guilty. He didn’t deserve to find out like that. I really mucked everything up.
I run a hand down my face. Everyone is looking at us. I feel overwhelmed. My chest aches. “I need some air,” I say heading toward the door.
I make it to the hallway, taking a deep breath. The cool air calms me. I walk a ways, feeling eyes on my back. I know it's her, but I don’t want to fight right now. I make my way to the grounds lost in thought. I feel shitty for making Ron feel that way. He should know he’s my best mate. I’d do anything for him. The look of disgust on his face is burned into my eyelids. My bubble of happiness has finally popped. I should’ve known it wouldn’t last long. It never does. Not for me.
I trudge out the doors of the courtyard. It’s cold. The wind whips through me, and I shiver, casting a warming charm over my skin. Sighing as it spreads from my head to my toes. I stop outside the greenhouses and slide down the side. Sitting on the cold earth, I lean my head back and close my eyes.
What just happened? I feel like things spiraled so quickly. I didn’t know Hermione was so angry with me. I wish she had told me. I wouldn’t have been such an idiot if I’d known how she felt.
That’s no excuse, but still. I need to think before I talk or do anything, I suppose. I groan, hating myself a little for being such a dumbass. Soft steps sound to my right and I crack open my eyes. Hermione’s walking toward me holding her arms over her chest, shivering. I sigh, flicking my wand at her, muttering the warming charm. She insists on suffering in the cold for some reason.
She relaxes her arms, a sigh of relief leaving her lips. She sidles up beside me and lays her head on my shoulder. We sit in silence for a few moments, both lost in our thoughts. I tug the bandana off my head, fiddling with it in my lap.
“I’m sorry, Hermione,” I whisper.
She sighs, grabbing my hand and threading her fingers through mine. I peer over at her face and bring her hand to my lips. She smiles weakly at me.
“Harry. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have lashed out like that. You didn’t deserve that. It was Ron I was angry with.” She says, searching my eyes. I nod.
“I know love. Still. I shouldn’t have said that. I didn’t know you were so upset about everything. If I’d known, I would’ve tried to keep us a secret a little while longer.”
She frowns. “I don’t want us to be a secret Harry. I’m not really mad at you, more at the world for sticking their noses where they don’t belong. For causing this whole mess with Ron. I- Harry you are so amazing. So kind and thoughtful.” She lets out a shuddering breath. “And I love you too you know.” She says smiling. I suck in a breath. Fuck, she’s got to stop doing that to me. I gulp down my sudden anxiety.
“Hermione. You can’t say that to me anymore. It means something different now that we’re together.” I whisper, looking away from her. I don’t want her to see how her words affect me. She huffs. Cupping my cheek, she turns my face back to hers. My eyes widen at her expression.
“Harry James Potter. I. Love. You. Too.” She says cocking a brow. I think my brain short-circuited. I blink. Once. Twice. She loves me too? Too? Wait. My eyes widen.
“Holy shit I said it didn’t I?” I ask. My heart pounds in my chest. She smiles and nods. I laugh. “I didn’t even realize it. I’ve been thinking it for days, but I always stop myself.” I say, chuckling.
She strokes my cheek with her thumb. “I love you, Harry.” She whispers.
A shudder works it's way through me, and I reach up to cup her cheeks. “I love you too,” I say quietly, lost in her warm eyes. Her eyes flick to my mouth. Leaning in, I brush my lips to hers. Feeling all kinds of different things. Love. Hope. Joy. My heart swells in my chest as I kiss her. Slowly tasting her lips, memorizing her soft skin.
I smile into her mouth, pecking her once more. She giggles and threads her fingers through my hair, deepening the kiss. She loves me. For real loves me. Not as a best friend but more. A bright flash to my left distracts me, and we break apart, looking for the culprit. A boy about fourteen yelps and sprints back up to the castle. I furrow my brow and glance back at Hermione. She’s wearing the same expression.
“Fuck.” I growl when the realization hits me. Her eyes jerk to mine in question. I bang my head back against the wall.
“There goes the next article, Hermione. ‘Harry Potter and Hermione Granger making out by the greenhouses. Stay tuned for more details. We hear they had a nasty lovers quarrel with the third member of the golden trio…’” I mock, huffing in frustration. I hate this. I just want to love her with some privacy. Is that too much to ask?
She sighs, grabbing my hand. “Come on. It’s freezing. Let’s go to our room. No cameras in there.” She says standing. I groan and quickly get to my feet. I love that she called it our room.
“There are no cameras in there... Right?” She asks with a playful smirk. Despite my sour mood, I laugh.
“Hm. I sure hope not. Can you imagine? ‘The golden couple’s sex tape, turn to page six.’” I kid, wiggling my brows. She snorts.
“Now that I’d pay to see.” She mutters under her breath, stopping me in my tracks. My brows raise to my hairline, and a laugh bursts from me.
“Hermione!”
She giggles and shrugs. “What? Come on Harry. That would be super hot.” She says casually. I stand there, gaping at her.
“Who are you?! And where have you been all my life?” I ask, scooping her up into my arms. She squeals, giggling into my neck.
“I’ve been here this whole time. You just never noticed.”
I roll my eyes at that. “Oh, Hermione. Don’t kid yourself. I definitely noticed. In fact, I thought about it constantly. Like all the bloody time… Oh! Like in the tent. Bloody hell. Sometimes I thought I would rather die than be forced to watch you walk around in just your fucking underwear again. Not being able to do anything about it.” I groan, remembering that time she walked into the kitchen half naked, soaking wet, and smelling divine just out of the shower. She acted normal. Like I wasn’t bloody drooling at her feet. I shrugged it off as I’m just a guy, and she’s a very attractive woman, but now I see that it was just her. Anyone else and I would’ve been fine.
She gapes at me and then barks out a laugh. “I’m so sorry. I had no idea. If it makes you feel any better, being alone with you in the woods for weeks was hard for me too.” She says grinning at me. I cock a brow, not buying it. “No really! I’ve always found you attractive Harry. Usually just ignored it, but this one time… You laughed for the first time in days. It was something stupid. We were talking about first year when Neville lost control of his broom. I just looked at you and suddenly I had this overwhelming desire to kiss you. Well... More than kiss you if I’m being honest. I think that’s when things started changing for me. I’ve always loved you and had crushes on you here and there, but something was different that day. It was like I finally saw what was right in front of me. I wish I had realized sooner.” She says staring off into the distance.
I stopped walking at some point, just listening to her talk. The wind rustles her hair, and her cheeks flushed pink. My chest is warm despite the cold. “It was the night of the Yule ball for me,” I whisper, trailing my eyes over her face. She peers up at me, searching my face. “I’ve noticed you my entire life, Hermione, but that day…” I shake my head. “You walked down the stairs in that periwinkle dress, so beautiful, so… powerful. I was entranced. My heart actually stopped. My entire being was focused on you. Like nothing else mattered… And then you smiled at me like I was the only person in the world. I knew then that I was in trouble…” I smile softly at her. “It’s always been you Hermione,” I say quietly.
She whimpers, pulling me down for a kiss. I smile into her mouth, feeling light and warm. I carry her through Hogwarts and up to our room. We’re silent the whole way. Both of us are in deep thought and basking in our happiness. I set her down outside the portrait, whispering the password. We walk through holding hands and jerk to a stop when we find Ginny and Theo Nott kissing on the couch. My brows shoot up and my mouth drops open. It takes everything in me not to burst into laughter. They break apart, gasping for breath. Theo is grinning at her like she’s the answer to everything and she grins back.
Hermione clears her throat and their heads whip to us. Ginny blushes a vibrant shade of red and shoves Theo off of her. He just chuckles, straightening his hair. I can’t help but smile at them.
“As you were,” I say before tugging Hermione up the stairs. Theo laughs, shooting me a wink.
I shake my head, pushing through the door of our room and closing it behind me. Hermione makes her way to the bed, stripping as she goes. I stand by the door and watch her. She throws her dress to the side, leaving her in only her fishnet stockings. I groan, trailing my eyes down her curves. She flicks her wand and vanishes them. Naked, she slips under the covers and turns to face me.
I smile and shake my head. I can’t believe she’s all mine. I meander over to her, throwing off my own clothes as I go. Now in only my boxers, I slip in behind her, pulling her to my chest, and sigh into her curls. She squirms into me, shoving herself closer. I try to contain the overwhelming need sparking through me as she unintentionally grinds her ass on my dick. It’s futile. I growl into her neck, kissing and nipping her. Thrusting my aching cock into her back. She whimpers, arching into me.
“Please, Harry.” She begs. My resolve dissolves, and I grab her throat, squeezing lightly. She gasps, reaching behind her to stroke me over the thin fabric of my shorts.
Heat shoots up my spine. I’m starved for her. Wanting to show her just how much I love her. Needing to after the emotional night we’ve had. I release my grip on her throat, moving to shove my boxers down my hips. She immediately grips my shaft, a hiss leaving my lips as she works me. Her thumb running over the sensitive head of my cock. I groan into her neck and match her pace with my thrusts. She grinds her hips in time with her movements.
The sight sends me into action. Grabbing her arm to stop her, I grip my length finding her soaking entrance and slowly slide into her. I shudder as her wet heat envelops me. She moans loudly, grinding her hips.
“I love you so much, Hermione,” I whisper into the skin of her neck. Her walls flutter around me as I pump into her achingly slow. Unlike earlier when we were lost in our lustful haze, I’m going to take my time. Sitting up on my elbow, I throw the covers off of us. Getting a perfect view of her delicious curves. My hand is on her hip guiding her movements, the roll of her hips, the pace of my thrusts. I’m aching and burning with desire.
“So beautiful,” I whisper, nibbling her ear. I watch the goose flesh erupt over her skin and continue leaving a trail of kisses and licks over her neck and behind her ear. I slide my hand up her body, cupping her breasts and rolling her nipples. She’s dripping around my cock, moaning and whimpering as we make love. Sliding out of her, I shift above her. Spreading her legs so I can look at her pretty cunt. Licking my lips I dive in, devouring her with my tongue. I love doing this to her. Finding new ways to make her scream for me. Small touches here and there to make her squirm. I know her body so thoroughly now. Her legs tremble as I flick my tongue over her sensitive nub.
I suck and lick her till she’s screaming, her back arching off the bed as she shatters on my tongue. My cock twitching at her exclamations. I could watch her fall apart every second of every day. She’s panting as she comes down from her high. The slight flush on her cheeks making her look like a sunkissed goddess. I lap up her juices before sitting up. I want to make her feel as amazing as she makes me feel every day. Throwing her legs over my shoulders, I lean forward. She gasps. Her eyes go wide as I fold her in half. I smirk.
Lining my cock up with her dripping heat, I sink into her. Groaning as I fill her up, her walls still pulsing around me. She sucks in a breath.
“Fuck.” She says breathily and I groan as pleasure flutters through me. I thrust into her slowly. Not wanting to hurt her as I sink so deep inside her, I hit her cervix. She growls, “Faster Harry.”
“As you wish.” I purr, leaning down to kiss her. I’ll give her whatever she wants. I fuck her harder, relentlessly pounding into her. Her moans of pleasure turn to cries. My hips slap against her skin, and sweat drips down my brow. She whimpers, her warm brown eyes never leaving mine. Her walls clench around my pulsing cock and I shudder, slowing my pace.
“No! Don’t stop, please.” She cries out.
Overwhelmed with lust, I buck into her wildly. Flames licking down my spine as I slip in and out of her warm heat.
“Touch yourself, baby. I know you want to come again, don’t you? Fuck. That’s it. That’s my girl.” I breathe, watching the ecstasy pass over her face. I learned quickly that Hermione loves being talked to. She quickly circles her clit, moaning and gasping out her pleasure.
“You’re dripping, Hermione. Such a good girl. I love you so fucking much.” I mutter as my thrusts grow erratic. Unable to stop rambling praise as I watch her work her sweet cunt. She cries out, clenching deliciously around my cock. I sink into the hilt, grunting as my cock pulses and throbs out my release. Both of us moaning incoherently as we ride the waves of pleasure.
I drop her legs from my shoulders and collapse on top of her. Breathing heavily, my head on her chest as I listen to her heart beat wildly. She threads her fingers through my hair, and I sigh at the feel.
“I love you, Harry. So much.” She whispers, and I hum happily, smiling into her skin. My eyes heavy with sleep. The light in my chest spreads. Happiness like I’ve never felt before blooming inside of me. I squeeze her waist and kiss her chest.
“Sweet dreams, my love.”