Summary: Harry and Hermione got themselves in a bit of trouble. Will they learn to cope with it? A tent!fic.
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Hello all harmony shippers. waves This is my very first fic! And I'd love to hear your reviews) And constructive criticism is always very welcome! It's currently un-beta'd. I'm writing in another language and I apologize for the possible mistakes.
Disclaimer: pfft, not mine, of course. I would never call us delusional.
Prologue
Her eyes fluttered open. Before her mind could register anything the feeling came, him. Her mind idly noticed. She lifted her head slightly and her gaze wandered briefly over his shoulder, searching whether anything dangerous crept in their sanctuary and caused her to wake up. But here eyelids felt heavy and she laid her head back on the pillow and closed her eyes after checking everything was alright and she scooped closer into his arms.
However, she couldn't fall asleep again. It felt a tad frustrating to watch her mind trying to decide. After mere minutes passed, she realised that she must have waken up completely, because now she was fully aware of her surroundings. The way they felt was delicious, sensual and comforting. But still they were somewhat in a haze. Eyes still closed, she smiled lazily.
She could hear the dogs howling, sounded not so far away. It was full moon, of course. She came to grasp the conclusion after the fogginess in her brain ceased. 'Their howling woke me up', she noted. It wasn't like she was asleep for a long time, after all.
She was lying on the lower bunk; Harry's arms were wrapped around her upper body. His face was buried in her hair that was sprawled messily on the pillow and his shallow breathing tickled the side of her neck. Hermione tried to move but found out that was quite impossible without disturbing him, because he was slightly on top of her, his weight pressed on her, leaving her no room to move. She bit her lip to prevent herself from moaning when he shifted a little. Sighing, she knew full well what on earth had kept her from slumbering on, what made her very aware and awake when she woke up feeling drowsy.
She sighed again, pleasure swept all over her body when he shifted and his naked body came full in contact with hers, covering her completely under the heavy blankets. She squeezed her eyes shut, feeling him hardening and oh, her body responding. Her hands that were resting on his shoulders went down to his back, embracing him further and she raised one leg up and wrapped it around his slim waist, enjoying the feel of his hardness pressing against her thigh.
She tried, god, she tried to forget what they were up to a few hours ago, which somehow repeated a dozen times since it all started a nearly week ago, how they kept each other warm and alive, losing themselves in the depths of newfound pleasure and exploring each other's body, the passion, the need to become one...
She shivered, with something she thought had nothing to do with the cold and she turned her head to the other side on the pillow. Otherwise she might've just kissed his beautiful neck and other things... She certainly didn't want to wake him up.
It felt ironic when she gave a thought about how things could have gotten this way. Yet, she didn't have one clear idea why.
For the first – and probably last – time Hermione Granger would like to simplify things. They needed each other badly and this was a comfort that they were sharing.
Harry's point of view, on the other hand, was completely different. 'He didn't get it', Hermione thought with a grimace. She changed the moment he laid a finger on her, letting her questioning thoughts go when she was with him but he was still unpredictable. A part of him, the enormous part that's always noble and chivalrous didn't seem to think she was something he was allowed to touch. Of course he had a long list of numerous reasons why. But the other part, the part which tended to get the slightest selfish and very reckless at times didn't seem to regret it.
It wasn't easy to deal with his moodiness and sometimes she felt terrified.
She didn't know how to comfort him and say everything was okay. If he thought 'this is wrong' before giving in to his desires and take her, it would break her heart.
But he never wanted to hurt her, never; if he did he did it unknowingly...
Her eyes opened and she fixed her gaze on the underside of the upper bunk and she forced her thoughts to go elsewhere. She wasn't likely to make admissions to herself at the wee hours of the morning. So she tried to make the terrifying thoughts go away, she closed her eyes. She rested her forehead on his steady shoulder, breathing in his unique scent and wishing some things were different...
TBC...