Disclaimer: I wish I own Harry Potter and all those he associates with, but I don't. They're JK Rowling's n Warner Brothers'

A Little Refreshing Massage

"Mmph..." What a beautiful day. I thought to myself as a cool breeze blew through my hair.

I can't believe we actually managed to contact all the students in our years.

It must have been at least ten years since we graduated from Hogwarts.

Time do(es) past by...

It was nice of Ginny to organize this gathering, really.

It was even a month since I last saw Ron.

So, bless Ginny, we're all in this Guan Island (a remote island better than Hawaii, situated west of North America) enjoying ourselves.

There are around a hundred of us, so we literally have the whole hotel to ourselves, and each of us have our own room.

Last night, a huge party was held to "break the ice", well, truth be told, I can hardly recognize Dean or Parvati or Hannah.

Everything went well, and the party was a huge success, it was after all, Hogwarts' most famous trio that played host.

"We defeated Voldemort together, Hermione! What's so scary about talking on stage? They don't bite." That was what Ron said when I told him that I'm not doing it.

I was never good at public-speaking and what's the use of me when the most talkative person (Ron) is on stage?

I chortled at the memory as I leant on the railing of the sun-deck connected to my room.

From here, I could see the horizon, where the light blue sky meets the deep blue ocean.

Looking a little bit down, I could make out the beach line right till the curve of the island, and by the red and yellow dot by the sea, I can tell that Ginny and Malfoy are having a fun time playing ... tag.

Malfoy has changed a lot since he fell in love with Ginny, and he was no longer the unbearable git we used to know in school anymore.

In fact, his change was sooooo dramatic that even the most stubborn person (coughRon) had to give in.

Speaking of Ron, he must be having a huge hung-over right now.

There's no way escaping it... he had been forcing Fire-whisky down everyone's throat the whole night.

If it wasn't for Ginny, I bet anything that Malfoy would still be in bed like Ha...

"POP!" I jumped a few inches as a man with messy, jet-black hair apparated at the opposite end of the sun deck.

"'Mionee." He groaned.

My eyes soften as they met his dreamy emerald ones.

He stumbled across the sun deck and his tall figure loomed over me.

I reached out to help him stand still while I fight the urge to have him in my arms.

"Cure?" I asked, breaking into a smile when I saw his face twisted in pain. He nodded.

I pulled him towards the cedar chaise lounge nearby and settled him down.

Bringing out my wand, I summoned the hung-over cure into my mind, and I performed it without hesitations.

His muscles relaxed immediately and he broke into a relieved smile.

As though it was some sort of routine or custom, I gently massaged his temples and he gave me a grateful smile without opening his eyes.

We stayed in harmony for several minutes before he opened his eyes. I felt a shock of lightening through my body as our eyes met.

"Good morning, gorgeous." He said cheerfully.

"Morning." I replied as I started to withdraw my hands from his temples.

"No... it's helping a lot...really..." As if to prove that his statement was true, a long satisfied moan escaped his mouth when my hand made contact with his skin once again.

A surge of pride rushed through my body as I take in the thought that I am the reason to his pleasure.

Oh, I can get used to hearing him moan like this... I wonder how many ways there are to make him moan like this...

My face reddens at the very thought.

Dirty, oh, dirty mind! This is your best friend here! Oh, how I long there is more to us...

Ow...ow...ow... A pain reached from my toes to my knees, and up to the top of my spine.

When I look down, no wonder, I am in a very awkward position where I am half-kneeling beside the chaise lounge and half twisting and bending my waist to reach his head.

Corresponding a sudden urge to make close body contact with the adorable man on the chaise lounge, I decided to make myself more... comfortable.

Pushing him a little, I positioned my bottom next to his waist, and I leant forward towards his head to continue my service.

I swear I must be possessed at that moment, no doubt whatsoever, for all I could do was to lean closer and closer to Harry.

You could say that I was in some sort of trance (in which M, O, L, E, S and T were the only letters in the alphabet), and it only ended when... my good lord... when my right breast bumped into his chest.

I froze immediately, waiting for his eyes to flap open but feeling the excitement pour through my body at the same time.

I waited for him to burst out screaming at me like a guilty criminal, but nothing came; he didn't even open his eyes.

O.K., I must stop these nasty thoughts about molesting Harry, because they are driving me absolutely crazy (and horny), and they'll also push us to the end of our friendship!

I must stop...stop...stop...stop...

Curious human nature... The more restricted and off-limit it seems, the higher the urge to do it.

So... who am I to argue against the law of human nature?

Drowning my "stop...stop...stop..." thoughts with new desire, I close in on Harry again.

This time, I paralleled my body against his, and I made sure that it'll not look like I'm molesting him if he wakes up.

(This was very hard considering he's half naked with his boxers and I only have my thin silk gown on with no undergarments. Yikes!)

Closer, and closer I approached him like a predator to the prey.

A centimetre from him, I halted.

Like a child testing the temperature of a pool before jumping in, I leant forward a little, making the anticipated contact.

A tsunami of shiver came crashing onto me, which did not help at all, because it only swayed my breasts uncontrollably, hardening my nipples along the way. As the wave of shiver passed on, I advanced on him once more.

With my breasts firmly pressed against him, I felt a trail of liquid trickle down my inner thigh. I closed my eyes as I savor the feel of our binded bodies.

Trusting that he's well asleep, I became more confident, and I wiggled a bit and played around.

Exploring his chest through my thin silk gown, my breasts rubbed against the broad plain, and halted as our nipples met.

Closing my eyes, I fought very hard to suppress an escaping groan as I trace my already hardened nipples around his.

Then, I felt a kiss on my cheek, and my eyes opened immediately, admitting me into the real world.

Harry was unbearably close. Our noses were less than an inch apart. I could even feel his breathe on my face.

His bloody gorgeous green eyes hold mine hostile.

For a minute there, he just stared at me.

All I could do was to clear off my lust-filled eyes, swallow the urge to kiss him hard and look innocent.

Then without any hint, he sat upright, crushing his chest into my breasts (which were still joined with his...oh God...) as I gasped out loud.

"Sorry, I dozed off..." He said with a somewhat mischievous grin, "thanks for the massage."

He closed in again and whispered into my ear, "I really enjoyed it."

He kissed (oh my... was it wet??) my earlobe, and God...my nerves was in hysteria once again.

Author's notes: Like it so far? I spent ALOT of time describing this story that has been in my head forever! Please review!!!! I would really really appreciate it!