Hello everyone! this is a small 3-parts story, inspired by a picture of the Tent with a tub in it (i can't believe i'm getting inspired by tubs, but i obviously am so...) so here is the first shot, of Harry and Hermione right after the Dance scene in DH part 1 and right before the next scene of the next morning with Harry kissing the snitch and seeing the "i open at the close" on it.
It's unbetaed, made between 1 and 3 am in the morning and rated M so you have been warned!
Enjoy...
Part One
False Incest
'Go inside,' Harry whispered as he moved outside the tent and looked at Hermione, it had been minutes ever since their dance and the heavy end of it. It had been minutes ever since their minds put up all the walls in their place again, even if their hearts still raced… they had gotten way too close this time.
Hermione didn't even say a word, she just obliged and got inside, maybe it would be better if he stayed out and she remained in like they were before he entered the tent and took her for the dance.
It had started so innocently, so calmly, he had made her smile, something he was to do all the time as usually, Ronald was to be there to make her cry, but Ron wasn't there anymore, he hadn't been there for days, and she cried every night, but not because of her missing him, as she had tried to convince herself, but because she wasn't feeling the absence of him, she wasn't noticing it, not while she was sharing good moments with Harry, while she felt respected, appreciated, loved…
She sighed as she tried to take her mind away from what had almost happened, she could still smell Harry's sense with her own and her perfume, he had told her he loved that perfume but she shouldn't be wearing it in their hunt, but she was a young woman, even in the middle of nowhere, sometimes, she needed to feel a bit better, if the good smell was to make her at least close her eyes for a moment in pleasure, she wanted to have it on her.
But right now, too many things were on her, senses, burdens, pain, desperation and only dead ends in their journey, so much was upon her.
She looked around her and her eyes fell on the tub of the tent, she had a quick shower two days ago, it was freezing cold but a couple of heating charms and a water spell was helping for a quick shower, but now, she felt like needing something to relax, Harry was outside, and even if she was awkward with him, she felt safe with him watching, she trusted him with her life.
She approached the tub, took her wand out and pointed at it, the metallic tub filled with cold water and Hermione summoned the shampoo bottle she had taken with her, it had been a large bottle but the content was decreasing, she put in just a bit and waved her hand inside, she then pointed her wand again and the water turned warm, steam rising from above the surface. She gave a small smile and remembered the little rose she had found in the snow that morning, in her patrol, she summoned it too, ripped the petals and threw them in the tub… small luxuries in the middle of nowhere seemed ridiculous but the poor bud would have died in the snow and without a vase as well so its petals could help her little bath ritual.
She glanced towards the opening of the tent and couldn't see Harry moving, so she half covered the "bathroom" area of the tent with its curtain kept the lamp on the other side of the it for the light not to be overwhelming, and started undressing.
The radio was still on, playing soft music and she knew the Horcrux was next to it, but for those minutes she would enjoy her bath, she wanted to push everything out of her mind, she wanted to pretend to be back in her house in England, in her bathroom, with her parents at work, returning at a specific time for them to order pizza and watch some historical drama, her mom and her own favorite kind of movies, she wanted to be the Hermione before the Hunt, before the War, before the pain and the strength to send away her parents for the war in the name of the man she…
For the war in the name of Harry's, her best friend, her companion, her brother! He was her brother, he wasn't the one she wanted… even if he respected her, even if he knew how to make her smile, even if he praised and felt proud of her, even if he tried to be better for her, even if he was the one to help her in the times of need, even if he was her shoulder to cry on… even if his eyes before, when their lips were a couple of inches apart, was the most beautiful thing she had even seen… no, Harry was her brother…
She stacked her clothes in a pile and set them upon the chair close to the tub, she shivered at the cold and got inside the tub as quickly and carefully as she could, the last thing she needed was a head injury in the middle of nowhere.
She sat carefully on the bottom, her back touching the magically heated wall of the tab while her legs curled inside the water, it was years ago when she was short enough to be laying in a tub, now she was a tall woman who had to curl her legs as to fit in.
She released her hair from the ponytail and held herself from the edges so she could water her hair, the sense of rose petals and the shampoo calmed her mind while the hot water calmed her sore body, she missed her bed, even her couch, the common room in Gryffindor's tower, her bed in her dormitory, everything, for those lonely moments, she had every right to internally complain about everything. Harry had been right when he had screamed at Ron, they wouldn't stay in a 5 stars hotel, but right now, with the hot water spoiling her like a little devil, she wanted to pout and cry over the simplest of things as a hot bath in the time she wanted it every time.
She took a deep breath and tried to focus on her relaxation, sooner or later, Harry would return from the patrol, she didn't want to make things even more uncomfortable for the both of them, they had almost crossed the lines a few minutes prior… they needed just a bit more, she knew.
As she looked at her knees she noticed she hadn't shaved for days, sometimes, when the boys were asleep and she was taking a quick shower, a couple of flicks would do the job but for the past days her showers had been way too quick to do even that. She pointed her wand on her legs and then on her armpit, almost giggling as the spell worked and her skin was now cleaned again. She glanced at her bra on the top of the pile of clothes and pointed her wand, it transformed into a sponge, she gave a small smile at her work and summoned it in her hand, she watered it, clutched it in her hand and started running her skin slowly, taking care to clean every spot, giving a little extra attention on the scar above her left breast, where Dolohov had marker her near death experience forever, as she was absorbed in the small ritual of cleansing, she didn't hear the steps that signed Harry's return inside the tent.
The cold air helped, it had put him back in his place. The rules had been set, one Weasley was gone and the other was probably waiting for the return from the Hunt. He couldn't spoil it now, Hermione was supposed to be his sister, she was supposed to be his best friend but nothing more, she was supposed to be…
Why his hand had felt so good around hers? Why her smile had made him smile after so long? Why he had felt the strong urge to cheer her up in the first place? Why he had felt the need to fill up for a position that was supposed never to be his? Why his hands had felt so great when he had touched the nape of her neck, unclasping the dark cloud of magic around her? Why their bodies had felt so good while pressed together during their ridiculous little dance? There were so many whys and only one answer: they had done it all wrong.
She was the one to help him, to stand by his side, to fight for him, with him, against everyone, sometimes even himself, she was the only one to stand up before him and take down his wards, she was the one to calm him even in the worst of situations, she was the one to make him feel appreciated when he was the outsider and not the TriWizard winner, the Hero or the Savor. She was the one to accept him, be the link between everything he needed to do and everything he needed to know as to make it possible, Hermione was…
Hermione was the right one, yet the rules set by everyone, by the constant presence of the wrong people around them had them caged in the wrong place. If you don't want two people to fall in love with each other, yet their bond is so strong that can't be contaminated with hatred or rivalry, you can only make them feel related as to stop the inevitable… and that was exactly what had happened.
But now, with them finally alone, even with the looming fear of the war, but finally alone, the true instincts had been awakened. The true roles had finally been exposed and both had gotten so scared a few minutes ago, when they finally looked each other in the eye and saw who they should be…
But what would happen if truly dare to be who they were supposed to be? What worse could happen? Ron had left at his belief of them being one, was he so right? The only person who was supposed to know both of them so well, had left them in the middle of nowhere because he had seen the things they had refused to see for so long, brushing them off as "nothing" and "we're like that,"… their best friend had left because he had lost the game, the male B had left and male A had won, and Harry and Hermione, in the first chance, had gotten closer, closer than ever before, closer like Ron knew they could get, was that why he had left? He had suspected it would happen sooner or later and he finally realized he had lost the race? Was Ron's presence blocking the inevitable for so long?
Harry sighed and pushed the torrent of questions in the back of his mind, these questions couldn't be answered just by him… he would go mad if he tried, he needed answers from another person too, however the said person wasn't in the tent as he looked around.
Until he spotted the curtain covering the bathroom area and only then the sense of roses and the shampoo they used filled his nostrils, making him close his eyes for a moment in pleasure. When he opened his eyelids again, he realized Hermione was bathing, he could hear a small humming sound, it was her, he couldn't recognize the rhythm, maybe some tone she had listened to the radio? He tried to listen more carefully and caught it, it was the song they had danced awhile ago, he gave a small, desperate smile, this was insane, he had caught her bathing in the past months, usually in the middle of the night, when she would return from some patrol and he and Ron would be asleep, or at least seemed asleep as his nightmares many times woke him up, and he would see her shadow standing in the tub as the curtain covered her like now.
And he would always turn around in his bed, feeling ashamed of looking…sneaking, she was a beautiful woman, that he had realized for at least three years, when his jaw had dropped while she was standing next to Krum, before the Great Hall's gate, so long ago… But the set rules had always made him look away, even if his body had reacted differently he had willed his mind to go back to sleep, not even touch himself for relief, it would be wrong, incestuous… in an no actual incest…
But this time was different, this time there were no such forced delusions upon them, they were alone, abandoned by all their supposed loved ones, they were left alone and they had the right to be who they wanted to, who they had to…
Hermione gave a loud gasp the moment she saw the curtain being lifted and the light from the lamp falling upon Harry's figure, from trying to grip her wand, she tried to cover her chest with her arm and got deeper in the water.
'Harry… what are you-' she tried to say, still shocked as her eyes were locked with his, his sober face, for some reason made her calm down immediately, the line had been crossed and there was no way she could do something about it.
'Let me…' he whispered with a small voice and stretched his hand towards her hand with the sponge in it, when she remained frozen but with her eyes somehow soften in his, he reached, took the sponge from her hand, knelt before the side of the tub, close to her body and watered the sponge in his hand, not caring for his sweater's sleeve that got wet.
Hermione watched him, still unable to speak, as he brought the sponge upon her arm's skin, slowly rubbing up and down her already heated flesh, his other hand moved on the wall of the tub and touched her wet mane, his fingers brushing against the side of her head and even without realizing it, she leaned into his touch, the arm that was covering her chest moving for her hand to caress his own that held the sponge, their eyes never breaking the contact as his hand on her head cupped her neck and shoulder, their breaths getting short as they both moved their heads closer once again.
Harry moved the sponge inside the water again and only then he broke the eye contact as he glanced at her beautiful body within, thankfully the shampoo hadn't created too many bubbles to cover the surface, without even realizing it, the sponge next touched her chest, and his eyes fell upon it, and then he saw the scar.
Hermione didn't feel exposed under Harry's gaze, it was a gentle observation, respectful eyes that got darkened when he spotted the scar and touched it with one of his fingers, they both knew what had caused it, they both knew it wouldn't be the last scar on her until that war was over…
Their eyes were dark, darker than usual, their faces flushed, but only because of the exploration in common, the heat in the room was suddenly raised as they realized, and the atmosphere wasn't odd anymore, they had reached a limit awhile ago, and now they were reaching another, but this time, they wouldn't back off, they would both move that step forward in their falsely incestuous relationship.
The sponge moved up on the surface as Harry's palm left it to touch with his bare skin within the water, he cupped her breast and Hermione gasped at the contact, their eyes locked again and her hand moved above his own palm on her breast, she was sure he could feel her heart racing and she knew that if she touched his own heart, they would be sharing the same rhythm.
Without breaking the eye contact, Harry moved Hermione's head slowly even closer, the hand on the nape of her neck massaging the spot carefully, making her sigh in pleasure as he tried to squeeze her breast, his fingers feeling the taught nipple, it was what they both needed.
Their lips captured each other in a fight for dominance and need, his hand slipped around her body as Hermione moved closer to him, the hand on her neck now fisting in her wet mane as the metallic wall of the tub remained between them, his hand moved down her sides in the water, touched her thigh and leg, ran back up on her soft stomach and breast while her own arms wrapped around his shoulders as she could reach there and her own hands clutched on his clumsily cut locks.
His hand finally moved to her navel and from there, he pushed open her leg so she could remain balanced inside the water on her side but also give him access. They broke the kiss in a gasp for breath, the tension between them evident like the cry of a battle inside their eyes, there was no turning back now, they had woken the beast inside them, the beast that everyone had tried to keep down for so long… there was no way of putting it back to sleep again.
Hermione moaned and clutched on his shoulder as her temple rested upon his the moment his hand touched her there, on the core of her body, where she had needed him from the beginning, from the moment she had learnt about Cho Chang and then Ginny and later on who knows who else… she had been his and he had been hers and her body was given now willingly to the rightful man.
He hadn't touched a girl like that before, he wasn't sure what to do but his instinct worked quickly, he felt the hard button of nerves and as he maneuvered his hand in a better angle, Hermione moaned in pleasure and he knew this was a good spot to focus on. His finger slipped a bit further down however and Hermione gave a louder gasp, this time a bit strained as one of her hands moved upon his palm under water and held his movement.
'Slowly. Please.' she whispered and Harry could only nod and kiss her as her eyes were almost fearful, all answers had been given to him, he wouldn't go too far, literally, he didn't want to harm her or destroy something she wouldn't be able to repair later, they would go with baby steps in this, he wouldn't force her into anything. Even if his body burnt from head to toe for her right that moment, Harry would focus on her, he had started, awhile ago with the mission to change her mood, he was changing way greater things in her and him that night, but they wouldn't complete the journey for now, it was too soon and they were too unprepared for what it was to come.
Hermione knew they wouldn't end it that night, they both needed more time and as things seemed, they had it, they were alone, finally and they had the time to explore everything that had been hidden from them. But for that night, she would take whatever pleasure and attention and love Harry could give, she knew this was deeper than lust, deeper than need and even desperation, this was what they both had refused to give to each other, and at the same time, what they both had needed from the beginning.
They started caressing her inner lips together, Hermione guiding him, like she always did with almost everything, and him, like a good student, learning fast, he never cared about grades but now every sigh, every kiss, every whispered or moaned "oh Harry" and every little feminine sound she gave was the greatest reward he could ever ask for.
He slipped one finger inside, carefully, watching her eyes for the slightest sign of pain or discomfort, her own fingers close to his in case pain was caused while he set up a small pace, and as long as she didn't seem to flitch, he kept up, kissing her, his finger soon been accompanied by one more inside her while his lips trailed kisses up and down her neck, on her lips, on her earlobe, replied by her own kisses, nips and even a couple of bites. Her hand moved just a bit to take care of her button of nerves, and together they kept up in the silent tent, the radio had probably gotten shut from their uncontrolled magic that crackled in the air, the tent was filled with the sounds of their kisses, Hermione's moans, Harry's small groans at the pleasure he caused and felt himself and the water that splashed against the tub's walls because of their hands' moves within it.
Harry moved his fingers against her pubic bone, mostly experimentally and it was when she gave a louder gasp, the loudest and most delicious so far so he kept the pace there, while she increased the speed of her own finger on her clit until he captured her lips with his own in a desperate try to feel how she was feeling even in the slightest.
And he felt it, the moment she broke the kiss and her entire body convulsed in pleasure inside the tub, still held by his other arm, she clung on his shoulder and cried out his name in the most beautiful sound he had ever heard, her voice broken in ecstasy caused by the both of them on her body and he felt his own body reaching its peak even if he couldn't touch himself as both his hands were preoccupied on her, he came too with a groan of her own name and his head falling on her shoulder, biting down on the skin of her neck, making her scream a little more as she jerked in the combination of her orgasm and the pain on her sensitive skin.
They remained like that, one inside the water, still jerking in small aftershocks with their hands still between her legs while the other almost hovering above her, still out of the tub but with his head on her wet shoulder, his face hidden in her neck and both his arms wet up to the elbow because of his treatment on her.
After a few more moments of gasping, their arms moved, wrapping around each other, holding each other, finally finding each other, making up for the lost time, this time only with the tub's wall between them, finally having overcome almost every other obstacle, finally only a step away from reaching what they both needed: each other.
soo? what u think guys? it's nothing much but i wanted to show all the feelings created after the dance, i can't imagine how these two just went to their beds after the dance so i wanted to make something for a long time now and the pic of the tub gave me that little push, the next part will be made very soon, and it will be after the war i think, now remember, this is following dh but does not recognize the epilogue as part of the cannon (or part of general ficiton for that matter)
thanks for reading, please review :)
CP09
ps. the chapter 5 of "Harry Potter and the Memories of the Future" is almost ready
