The music played from the ever present radio, a ballad of ache and need, of lost love and Love's eventual victory. The woman sang of woe, of lamenting a mistake much like the one Hermione had. One she was going to set to rights tonight.
He put it on me, I put it on,
Like there was nothing wrong.
It didn't fit,
It wasn't right.
Wasn't just the size.
They say you know,
When you know.
I don't know.
So soft, so sweet. Tender and slow. Magical and right.
The words weren't enough, Hermione knew that, but no words would accurately describe the beauty of this moment. Hesitantly, Harry wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, and giving her a sense of peace and safety.
She couldn't recall ever feeling like this. When she and Ron had kissed for the first time, it was nice, but it lacked…something. It lacked the fire simmering just below the surface, blistering along the edges and just waiting to burst forth and render everything in its path aflame. She also recalled the first time she and Ron had 'made love', though it could hardly be called something so tender for all the fumbling and awkwardness that ensued.
But this.
This was something wonderful, dizzying, terrifying. She felt like each of her nerves was a live wire; sparking and fizzing like one of her classmates botched up potions.
Harry slid his lips along her jaw, kissing under her chin and making her shiver delightedly. I didn't feel
The fairytale feeling, no.
Am I a stupid girl
For even dreaming that I could.
She sighed softly, making him raise his head and look into her eyes. Emerald green depths shone with barely concealed ardor, and never concealed love. They held worry as well, and Hermione knew he had mistaken her sigh of happiness for one of regret.
"Oh, Hermione. I've wanted…needed this for so long. But—how can this be what you want? I've brought you nothing but pain since we first met. I've ruined your life in more ways than I could possibly count. People expect me to be perfect, but I'm never even going to get close. How can you want to be with me?" his voice broke several times through the question, his eyes showing the turmoil that was roiling in his stomach.
She brought a finger to his lips when he made to ask another question, and whispered, "Because, Harry, you're right, you aren't perfect. But you're what I need. You're perfect for me. You've been my best friend for so long, and I've always loved you. I just hadn't realized I was in love with you. We've loved each other in so many ways…this is just another way to love."
He leaned forward and rested his head on her shoulder, breathing out slowly.
"I love you so much, Hermione, sometimes I think I'm going to lose myself in it. I still half think this is some amazing dream and soon I'll wake up and this won't be real."
Hermione held him close, rubbing circles on his back. "Never be afraid, Harry. I couldn't leave you anymore than you could let the wizarding world fall. It's not possible."
He raised his head and tears shone unshed in his eyes.
"You don't know that," he choked. "I could fail. I could lose and in death I would be abandoning everything I love. I'd be abandoning you!" his voice rose and he stood up, walking to the other side of the tent near his bed, his back turned to her, staring at nothing.
If it's not like the movies,
That's how it should be, yeah.
When he's the one,
I'll come undone,
And my world will stop spinning
And that's just the beginning, yeah.
With his words echoing in her head, she stood and crossed the tent, wrapping her arms around him from the back and speaking into his shirt, "Then let me prove to you that you are worth the risk. Let me prove that I'll stand by you no matter what is thrown our way." She blushed, knowing what she had just offered, and ducked her head.
He turned slowly, taking her chin in his hands and tilting it to look at her face.
"You'd...you'd let me make love to you, even knowing one of us might not make it through this war?" he asked quietly.
"Yes," came her unwavering reply. She blushed again, but smiled softly at the love that was evident on his face and in his expressive eyes. She knew what she wanted; knew that he wanted it too, he was just too selfless for his own good. He couldn't hide anything from her when he looked at her. The passion of their kisses was there, just waiting to be unleashed.
Harry looked at her for a long moment, assessing whether or not she was being truthful; he was looking for any sign that she didn't want this. When he found no hesitance, he brought his lips to hers in a wild kiss that sang of his love for her.Snow white said when I was young,
"One day my prince will come."
So I wait for that date.
They say it's hard to meet your match,
Find my better half.
So we make perfect shapes.
If stars don't align,
If it doesn't stop time,
If you can't see the sign,
Wait for it.
One hundred percent,
With every penny spent.
He'll be the one that,
Finishes your sentences.
Collapsing onto the bed, Hermione pulled back for a moment and said breathlessly, in a low voice. "Harry, I need you. I want to be with you. I want you to finish what you started and make love to me."
She saw the fear in his eyes and quickly moved to intercept it. "No, Harry, I don't care if we don't live past tomorrow. I don't care if Voldemort himself storms the tent. For that matter, I don't care if Ron comes back angry, though I'll hex either of them if they interrupt too soon. Do you hear me Harry Potter? I. Don't. Care." When she saw him start to protest, she silenced him with a soft kiss. "All I care about right now is you. Please…make love to me."
He swallowed thickly, seemed to deliberate for a moment, then nodded. "Love you, 'Mione," he said tenderly, then cupped her face and kissed her, the kiss quickly becoming more needy and urgent as they progressed.
"Be with me, Harry. Like we always should have been. Be mine." Hermione whispered. And Harry was undone.
"I've always been yours, my love. I've always belonged to you," he said when he could breathe again.
Hermione sat up, trying to undo her blouse, but her hands shook with the intensity of what was about to occur. Harry took her hands away from her shirt gently, saying "Let me."
She watched as his long, dexterous fingers slipped each button through the loops, revealing more of her skin to be kissed and tasted by his ever-questing lips. When he had undone all the tiny buttons, he slid the material away from her shoulders and stared at her with undisguised reverence.
He slowly undid the clasp of her bra, revealing her delicate breasts. "You're so beautiful…" he trailed off as though rendered speechless.
A blush suffused her face at his praise. She had always thought herself to be unattractive, but the look in Harry's eyes told her that he found her to be the most beautiful woman in the world.
If it's not like the movies,
That's how it should be.
When he's the one,
He'll come undone,
And my world will stop spinning,
And that's just the beginning.
He slid his hand along her side, coming up to cup her breast and gently take her nipple into his mouth. She let out a gasp as he flicked his tongue over it until it was pert under his ministrations. When he switched to pay attention to the other breast, her eyelids fluttered closed and she moaned his name.
"Say my name again," he whispered, ceasing movement. The cold air was still around them, and the only sounds were their labored breaths.
"Harry," she moaned.
It was like magic, the way his own name slid off her tongue and pooled in the pit of his stomach. He leaned up to strip himself of his shirt and then sweet Merlin they were blessedly skin on skin.
She licked along his neck, pausing to suck just beneath his ear, a sensitive spot that made him moan and lean in for a bruising kiss.
"Pants…off…now," Hermione gasped between gulps of air when they pulled away for a breath. He nodded against her chest, and sat up to slither out of the confining jeans that had grown much too tight. When he had divested himself of them, he slid out of the boxers, leaving him bared for her appraisal.
She looked at him with awe. He was…well endowed. That was an understatement. She felt heat glide up her back and her eyes darkened with lust. Harry stood, waiting for her approval, nervous about being bare before her.
She sat forward and slowly slid a finger down his length, drawing a strangled gasp from Harry. "Ah, Hermione." 'Cause I know you're out there,
And you're, you're looking for me.
It's a crazy idea that you were made,
Perfectly for me you'll see.
She grasped his arms and drew him back to the bed to press against her, making her whimper and him groan in delight at the sensations. Harry hooked his fingers beneath the waistband of her pants and kickers, and asked quietly, "May I?"
Hermione answered with a breathy, "Yes, Harry my love. Yes."
He slowly drew the clothing down, and discarded them to the side of the tent, before turning to take in her fully naked form.
She was so beautiful, her hair splayed across the pillow in a honey-brown halo, her arms flung carelessly above her head and her eyes half-lidded and hazed with her desire. He shook himself out of his staring, and positioned himself over her.
"Are you absolutely sure, 'Mione?" he asked once more, giving her every opportunity to stop. But, she knew that he was what she wanted. With her nod of approval, he slowly and painstakingly slid into her, his breath leaving him as her heat welcomed him. He didn't know if this was her first time, so he stopped before he was fully sheathed.
"Oh, Harry, don't stop. Please…I need…" she moaned and he assented, sliding all the way into her. They were one.
Giving her a moment to adjust, he pulled out and thrust back in. "Harry!" she screamed as his length met her core. "Oh God!"
He moaned and thrust again, creating a tempo that was fast and hard. Their bodies rocked together, dancing in passion and love and life.
"Hermione—ah—love—you!" It became too much.
Hermione felt her orgasm burst and she spasmed as light flared in her vision, Harry's name on her lips as she came.
Feeling her walls clench around him sent Harry careening in a tidal wave of pleasure as his release came full upon him. "Hermione," he howled in ecstasy as the last of his seed pulsed into her.
Just like the movies.
That's how it will be.
Cinematic and dramatic with the perfect ending.
It's not like the movies,
But that's how it will be.
When he's the one,
You'll come undone,
And your world will stop spinning,
Feeling the poppy-syrup pleasure overcome them, they curled into each other's arms, allowing themselves to just savor the moment. Tomorrow would be soon enough to worry about what should be done in the future.
For now, they were safe, and in the arms of the one they loved. It was enough for now.
And it's just the beginning.
