Disclaimer: I do not own the characters…I just like to take them out to play. The plot is mine but that's it! Mature audiences only please!
Incendio
"Please don't do it Harry," she begged, falling to her knees.
He stood, shaking from head to toe, his own wand pointing at his chest.
"They're dead Hermione; dead in my place. I won't allow that to happen again," he told her, a hint of desperation in his voice.
"But you killed that despot! He can't hurt anyone else! Please Harry, give me your wand. I'm begging you…"
"Why? It's pointless now. I can't feel anything at all. There's nothing left."
"You're wrong!" She shouted as she surged to her feet. She rushed forward and tackled him to the ground.
He groaned as his back hit the dirt. "You're only…delaying…the inevitable," he panted.
"You imbecile. You stupid, horrible, selfish prat!" She yanked his wand away from him and gave him an icy glare.
"Would you rather do it then? I won't fight you."
She slapped him, hard.
His eyes opened wide in astonishment.
"Did you feel that? Huh Harry?" She leaned down and slapped him again.
He glared up at her. "No."
She shrieked in frustration and did the only thing her mind could come up with. She leaned down and crushed her lips to his.
He was like stone, unyielding beneath her. She demanded with lips and teeth and tongue that he feel this. She was unrelenting in her tirade and began to move her body over his, pushing against him, rubbing herself along his still form, trying to elicit some sort of response. Just when she thought it truly was over…that there was no life left…she felt his hands grip her hips.
So much for not fighting back…
But he wasn't pushing her away. He was controlling her movements, forcing her to slow down. She opened her eyes in shock to a welcome sight. His eyes were staring into hers, steadily, sparking with life, with green fire.
Hermione hesitated only a moment but it was enough that he reached up and pulled her down, down to his lips. He captured her, and demanded that she give it her all. His movements were frantic, and he clung to her like a dying man clinging to a life raft…
His hands, pinning her down began to move over her form, up her slender torso, her ribs and finally her aching breasts. She gasped as he brushed his thumbs over her nipples, igniting a delicious tingling all through her body.
Suddenly, the sensation of touch wasn't enough. Harry began to grapple with her clothes, frantically pulling them away and inch by inch he feasted on her slowly emerging skin. Beautifully pale, and impossibly smooth, her abdomen was sleek, and tight, a delicate crease dividing it in half, a thin slit of a belly button below. He traced patterns on the supple flesh and she cried out when he lifted himself, still holding her and began kissing his way up her body. His lips were greedy, suckling her flesh as he nibbled and licked his way up her core to her breasts. He took one lush breast into his mouth as much as possible, teething on the taut nipple and her moans spurned him on. He thoroughly tasted that breast before moving to the other, lathing her nipple with swirls of his wet tongue. She gripped the back of his head in her need.
All the while, Hermione was moving over him, grinding her center against his, moving her mound over the hard bump in his trousers. She could barely concentrate with Harry worshipping her chest the way he was, but a deeper instinct spurned her to push him away. She stood shakily and shrugged out of her denims. He watched, awestruck as she emerged, a pale, perfect nymph here in this cave by the sea.
His eyes feasted on her nude form, the perfectly formed breasts, and the subtle swell of her hips, to rest on that dark, glistening patch between her creamy thighs. Without realizing it, he vanished his clothing and was crawling over to her. His hands glided along her flesh, up her lovely legs and over her womanly hips. His hands roamed her front and then down her back, over her tight arse and down again.
"Harry…I need you," she whimpered lustfully.
"Not as much as I need you," he responded huskily, rising from the ground. He pressed his nude form against hers and she trembled in response. The length of her small, feminine body huddled against his was all it took before he found himself rubbing her center.
She was slick with arousal and he groaned as he felt his way to the slippery button that caused her to cry out again, this time a near shriek. He played with her for an indefinable moment before allowing his hands to slide down further. His greedy fingers plundered her and she moaned and bucked against his advance. Her quim clenched around his fingers and he couldn't wait any longer.
He released her and pulled her down to the ground beneath him in one smooth movement.
She stared up at him in wonder and brushed a dark lock of his hair out of his eyes.
"Fuck me Harry," she whispered.
He pressed himself between her thighs and guided himself to her entrance. He pushed, curling his toes, and felt the tight, warm center of hers give, to allow him purchase. He cried out as he found himself buried inside her. She was impossibly hot, amazingly smooth, from the inside out…
"What are you waiting for?" She demanded attention, arching her hips against his.
He gave her a devilish look, "Are you sure that's what you want?"
She nodded, frustrated.
He grinned and then began to move his hips against hers. She moaned and he began to pump into her, sliding in and out over and over. She arched and bucked beneath him, her pussy clenching around him. He felt as though he was close from the moment he found himself inside of her but he was determined to make it last as long as he could.
He ground himself into her, spearing her with his cock again and again.
"Faster, Harry please…."
He complied, pistoning into her with all the advantages of youth. Her hands raked down his back and he allowed a little more of his weight to rest on her.
"Yes…yes…"
Her breathless moans were driving him to madness. He closed his eyes, concentrating only on her body; this body that he'd wanted for so long…
I'm fucking her. I'm fucking Hermione…Gods…it's better than I ever imagined it to be…
His scrotum grew tight. He held on, barely, trying desperately to think of anything other than the warm, squirming sight of naked Hermione in front of him, his cock penetrating her slippery quim with ease.
She stared up at him, her head thrown back, her body arching, desperate, and madly trying to ride him as he was driving into her. It felt like heaven, being filled, again, and again. Harry drove into her with a mad look in his eyes, a haggard expression on his face. He became feral, unbalanced, and wholly unstoppable in those last few moments.
The slick sound of their sex filled the tiny space and then, as one, they sped up, each searching for their own nirvana, and finding it in one another. She screamed obscenities while he merely grunted and groaned as he milked the last of his semen inside of her.
Their bodies collapsed then and the only sound in the cave was their breathing raggedly.
Slowly, Hermione's mind returned to her and the delicious melting sensation in her body ebbed away. Harry had closed his eyes and fallen asleep. His chest rose and fell with a slow pattern.
Hermione watched him for a few minutes and then stood shakily. She accio'd her clothing and dressed herself, suddenly embarrassed. Her cheeks flamed with shame as she thought of how she had seduced him.
It hadn't been her intention to do so…she just hadn't been able to think of another way to snap him out of it.
Oh dear Lord. What was Ronald going to say?
Hermione bit her lip and shook her head, deep in thought. There was no way that he could know about this…he would go ballistic. Not when he had his own demonic forces of jealousy to contend with. Hermione had to put up with it for years…his self-deprication and his inner loathing of the fame and fortune of the Boy-Who-Lived. This would make everything infinitely worse.
She made the decision then, to lie, and to forget that this ever happened. She decided to go home, to her new husband and her perfectly plotted life.
But fate would not forget, nor would destiny.
Things had changed forever, and never again would Hermione see the same desperate friend she had followed to the cave.
Harry would not let her escape unscathed; not when she had turned his world upside down.
Author's note: So what did you all think? I'm usually not one for smut without a plot but this seemed kind of fun. Not sure if another chapter will come or not…guess that depends on you!