PLOT: It's Harry's 18th birthday, so he and Hermione go out to celebrate. They both get extremely drunk and have sex. Hermione then disappears. 3 years later, Harry and Ginny are planning their wedding, and Harry wants Hermione to come. He goes on a trip to find her and is really surprised when she is not alone.
A/N: Just a quick warning that this story is much more mature than my other Harmony story. Mostly the character and the plot is more mature, although there may be some language and some more sexual content. It may progress to the point of needing an M rating, but not yet. Please enjoy!
Three Years Ago
Dancing.
Flashing lights, pounding music, sweaty bodies.
The blurry edges of shot glass, filled with something that tasted vile but felt bubbly in her throat. She spun in a circle, the world spinning into a wash of colors, falling into his arms.
"I ggoot you a present," she slurred huskily. If possible, his hair was wilder than before. She slung her arms around his neck and pressed herself against his chest. He stumbled backwards before straightening, holding a long necked bottle in his right hand.
"YOUR HAIR IS BROWN!" he declared loudly. She giggled and put one finger against his lips, her hips swaying. She reached up and kissed him passionately, their tongues quickly entwining. He tasted like alcohol and broomstick wood and sweat. When they broke apart, they were gasping, the world closing around them.
"Yoour pressent," She grinned at him. "Happpppy birrthdaaay, Harrry."
Harry took a long drink from his bottle, his adam's apple bobbing as he downed the golden liquid. He slammed the glass down on a nearby table, and shook his head as things grew brightened and louder. He grabbed her arm and pulled her close to him again, pressing his lips against his.
"You taste... mhhm..." Harry mumbled, his words nearly unintelligible. And then, quickly, the scene shifted, and they were still kissing, and her back was up against the wall of the elevator, her legs around his waist. And for once in her life she did not care that people were watching, that people saw as she threw her head back in ecstasy, moaning when his tongue swept down her throat.
She was unbuttoning his shirt, her fingers unsteady as the popped buttons revealed his perfectly toned chest. Breathing heavily, he struggled to unclasp her bra as she worked on his belt. Their fingers were clumsy with drunkenness as they hurriedly undressed each other. Harry threw her back on a bed, appearing below them just as they needed it. His body felt hot against hers, and she dug her fingers into his back, pulling him closer.
"I love you, Harry," she murmured into his shoulder. "Take me."
And then they were together, as one, like they had never been before.