A/N: Funnily enough, this actually jumped out at me from watching Spiderman - you know people keep saying to Peter "Don't tell Harry?" Well, this isn't really anything like that at all, but it was the conception of my lil plot bunny. My first ever non-canon relationship. How'd I do?
Don't Tell Harry
"Don't," she said, biting her lip. She was well aware that things had already gone too far to be stopped, but she was trying to prevent their continuation, nonetheless.
He paused and looked at her quizzically, his head cocked to one side. In the soft moonlight, his eyes didn't look so frightening, so cold. They seemed more human to her now, which did nothing to help the restraint she was trying so valiantly to exercise.
"Don't?" he echoed her, questioningly.
The moment seemed frozen in time, a scene that would never continue: the two of them framed by the large open window, through which moonlight trickled, illuminating their skin in bright patches; a stark contrast with the whispering shadows surrounding them. Hermione half hoped that she would remain frozen like this; her heartbeat racing as if it could help her escape, her body trembling with the anticipation offered by the smooth silk now barely covering her, the air around her apparently undecided with swiftly alternating spells of suffocating heat and exhilarating cold.
Yet the moment would not last. The passing seconds pressed deeper into a deafening silence in which she knew she must speak, but her lips had become dry, her throat too tight. It seemed likely she would ever use her voice again. Desperately seeking to communicate, she slowly raised her eyes to that dangerous place she had been avoiding, lest she see something there that would make her unable to refuse him.
Her eyes locked with his.
It was a fleeting glance, but she knew it had determined her decision, and thus their relationship forevermore.
"Don't what?" he pressed, his tone gentle, his voice catching in the back of his throat, betraying his feelings and intentions so treacherously that Hermione felt her cheeks become rosy. He must have seen her blush, because that was when he smiled. Not the arrogant smirk of his youth, nor the bitter leer of his adolescence, but a real smile, the smile Hermione knew was reserved just for her. He pulled her to him, closing the space between them in one fluid motion. She let out her breath in an audible rush as the closeness of his body made her head feel light. Tilting her head back ever so slightly, she brought her lips close to his ear, nuzzling his immaculate blond hair with the tip of her nose. She had made her decision. Finally giving her brain a rest and succumbing completely to her body, she whispered, "Don't tell Harry."