I don't own Harry Potter….. TT

My spelling may be bad……oo

Gods, she had never seemed more gorgeous than she did at this very moment. Her golden mix of blonde and brunette hued hair shielded him from the troubling world that constantly caused him to worry. Her skillful lips covered his bare body in sweet tantalizing torture. The shy unconfident self-doubting bookworm of a girl had vanished. In her place hovered over him was a sexy seductive temptress, his temptress to be more precise. He had little time to process thoughts as he felt her shift atop him and connect her lips to his, intentionally grounding herself against his already unimaginably hard arousal.

Her lips slowly ushered his to part open. Once open he felt her tongue flick itself into his mouth, prodding his to life. He tried not to make a sound at the amazing sensation of having her tongue explore his mouth. The room she had selected for their nightly escapade stood generally close to Professor Mc Gonagall's personal study. Even the smallest of sounds were sure to make way to her ears through the rather thin walls. She had claimed that having him there would make tonight more memorable, dangerous, and hell lot more exciting. Knowing his luck she would probably interrupt them.

It was hard not to make a sound as Hermione's lips left his and traveled to the crook of his neck, a warm wet trail trailing behind her addictive lips. She breathed a mist of warm air into the juncture of his neck and shoulder, making the hair on the nape of his neck stand on end. He listened attentively with the last bit of concentration he had as she whispered sensually dirty non-Hermione-ish things she wished to do to him before the night was over. He loved when she was the dominant partner; it always brought out the true aggressiveness he knew she possessed. It was moments like this that he was glad that he knew 'all' of Hermione Granger.

He tried to find her russet eyes, but she refused to return his gaze. Instead she busied herself with 'more important' matters. He felt her lower herself on his rock hard cock. Slowly she took him in before sitting herself fully atop his lap. She hissed quietly as the pain of losing her innocence receded. Pushing herself up, she quickly slammed back down, then sat up as straight as she could, drawing a loud groan from Harry while taking him in deeper and deeper.

"Ah God, Hermione…" Harry managed to choke out.

"Harry………," she breathed, "Harry, I'm so close……ah HARRY……… HARRY!"

"HARRY!"

Harry bolted upright and was met by Ron's concerned face. He quickly grabbed his glasses from his nightstand and placed them on his face, noticing the sweat that covered his face in the process.

"Hey there mate, you alright?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be," Harry replied, his voice a bit unsteady. He was hoping Ron wouldn't notice.

"Well you were moaning real loud in your sleep? Nightmare?"

"Uh yeah, a real bad one," Harry quickly lied, smiling to reassure his friend.

"Kay, night Harry, sweet dreams," Ron answered before disappearing under his blanket, his snores already beginning to become apparent.

"Yeah……" Harry murmured," hopefully not too sweet……."