DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Harry Potter. JK Rolwing does…

A/N: Story's inspired by a book I've read quite some time ago. Follows events from books 1 to 7 minus the epilogue.

SUMMARY: During one of their late night coffee chat, Hermione announced that she's planned on getting married with a muggle… Harry's supportive, but trying to sabotage it at the same time. After all, he has the right to do it for Cassie, right?

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FOR CASSIE

PART I. Strawberries and Vodka

"You're drunk."

"You're drunk too."

"Not as drunk as you are though."

Silence broke between them as they stared at one another, each getting lost from the intensity of the other's gaze.

"I'll walk you to your room."

"I can do it by myself."

She made her way but all of a sudden felt dizzier than she already was.

"Oops!" she giggled as she lost her balance. He had grabbed her before she even fallen face flat on the floor.

"You were saying?"

"On second thought, I think it would be better if you walk me to my room."

He helped her straightened and continued to hold her. She slipped her arms around his waist and they clumsily made their way up the flight of stairs, bumping and tripping on things as they did so. They stopped when they reached her door and she turned to face him.

"Thank you," she said, and tiptoed to give him a goodnight peck on the cheek at the same time he'd leaned forward to give her a goodnight kiss. Their lips met in the briefest moment and they stared at one another.

They were lost at each others' stares once more, as if they were being hypnotized by it. It was Hermione who first broke their eye contact when she quickly shifted her gaze on his lips, and the next thing she knew he swooped down to capture hers with another quick kiss, and another, and another…

Her arms came around his neck when their lips met for the fourth time and this time, he lingered for a little while, grazing hers with his and coaxing, waiting for her to open up to him. And when she finally opened up, he didn't wasted time and darted his tongue in to taste her for the first time. He tasted vodka and strawberry, and it drove him crazy.

She tentatively brushed her tongue against his lips, then snaking her tongue back again in his mouth. They started their own battle, their tongues swirling and roaming in a lazy mating manner. It was a battle seeing who's in charge, and Harry was clearly winning. But when Hermione finally captured his between her teeth claiming her victory, he chuckled and slipped his tongue out before repeating their little game all over again. Her hands came around his neck and her fingers started playing with the soft tendrils at his nape, her right leg doing this slow up and down motion on his left leg. All this teasing was making him come undone so fast and he doesn't want this to be over so soon… Reluctantly, he pulled away from her and stared at her chocolate brown eyes.

She stared back at him, her eyes dark and hooded with raw passion. God, he wanted her so badly and when she bit her lower lips, he finally lost it. He groaned and leaned down to capture her lips once again, even more deeper this time…. pulling her closer and closer to him until all his hardness was pressed against her feminine softness. Hermione gasped when she felt his hard basket and instinctively rubbed her lower region against him. She lifted her right leg and linked them around his waist, tracing his spine with her hands and finally grabbing a handful of his taut bum. They set a rhythm they both liked, her thrusting to meet his grinding hips.

Oh god…

Beads of sweat started to form on her forehead, as she felt herself getting hotter and hotter. He groaned and fumbled for the doorknob and they came stumbling carelessly inside once the door was opened. They made their way to the center of the room where the bed was and dropped on it with her on top of him. She wanted to feel him with her hands, every hard plane on his chest and back, and started working on his shirt buttons with trembling fingers. It was giving her a hard time and with a desperate groan, she yanked the distracting piece of clothing causing buttons to pop out in directions…

She straddled his hips, at the same time never breaking their kiss as she laid her hands on his bare chest, feeling every muscles contract and react at her touch. She felt him getting harder under him, and on impulse she resumed on grating her hips against his.

Merlin, this feels good, she thought feeling her panties starting to get wet. And just when she was about to reach her point of no return, he flipped her on her back and was now looming over her…

He began trailing kisses along her jaw line and neck, gently nibbling and sucking every once in a while. She threaded her fingers on his hair and arched her back to him, allowing him more access and encouraging him to do more. He pulled the thin straps of her little black dress off her shoulders and kissed her over there, while she wiggled herself out. He continued trailing kisses all over her, moving south as he did so until he had reached a tiny piece of black fabric which was her poor excuse of knickers. He nudged her there with his nose, hooking his fingers on the garter and slowly sliding it down. She gasped when she felt the cool wind on her bare skin, and let out another gasped as he licked her once, twice, then thrice…

"Merlin," she breathed, wrapping her slender limbs around his neck and arching her hips upwards. He devoured her, as if he was in a feast and she tightened her hold around his air and started panting hard. She was getting close as she felt her body start to tingle with sexual pleasure.

And for the second or third time tonight, just before she was about to reach her peak, he left her and started trailing kisses upwards, licking her abdomen and moving higher and higher until he reached the valley of her breast. Hermione muttered something in between gasps, and the rest of his clothes came off leaving him completely naked too on top of her. She snaked her hands in between them and grabbed hold of him, causing him to groan and jerk.

She started a rhythm with her hand, squeezing and massaging him until he became harder and harder that it hurt. His lips came upward and sucked the skin connecting her jaw and neck. He was jerking at her hands, bumping the head of his knob at her opening as he did so… She let go of him and wrapped her arms around his neck, and her legs around her hips. He continued his jerking and thrusting until he finally found her and slowly entered her in one motion.

"Oh my god," he moaned when he felt her flesh tightly wrapping around his length and he was quite proud of himself that even in his drunken state, he was able to control himself from carelessly banging and burying his self way deep inside her. Yet she gave no resistance and was even squirming to get more of him, almost as if she felt no pain at the sudden intrusion inside her.

Hermione let out a gasp as the painful but oh so wonderful sensation of him filling her took over. He was big and hard, and she was wet and tight and warm around him. Merlin, it felt so good that she jerked her hip upwards, letting him fill her even more, and he went completely still….

And then, he started moving ever so slowly. Pulling until he was almost out of before sinking back in. Her wetness made it easy for him to glide and make a smooth movement. He started rocking ever so slightly, pushing in and pulling out in a teasing way that he had her writhing for more beneath him.

"More," she panted, her arms falling on her sides and her hands clutching on the sheets as he pumped inside her. What she was feeling was simply overwhelming. She doesn't want it to end, but the tingling sensation she was started to feel on her toes going up her legs and all over her body was telling her it will be over soon. She clenched her inner muscle eliciting a primal groan from him as he increased his movement on top of her.

The bed was creaking, and the head board was banging on the wall in sync with their movement. But none of them cared about being caught at the moment. They were too engrossed in fulfilling what they had started, and they were coming close…

And then, Hermione saw stars as she came undone, at the same time she felt warmth pool inside her as he emptied himself in her, spurt after spurt after spurt…

And then, he emitted a grunt before collapsing on top of her. She let out a sigh as she started to relax and wrapped her arms around him, holding him against her…

"Harry," she breathed before closing her eyes and finally drifting to sleep.