Comfortable.

Harry Potter was many things, had gone through so much, lived in different worlds but he never thought he could be precisely that. Not really. It was bizarre, indeed, feeling comfort when everything seemed to be going down.

Frowning and feeling a little bemused, he turned his gaze downwards, to the girl resting in his arms. She was the reason, if not completely, he thought. The girl, yes, it was just Hermione in fact, but he never could deny she was something so new and strange to him now, seemed to give him life. How on earth she did it, he couldn't quite put a finger on; of course, he knew what had exactly changed, their relationship had but what he couldn't understand was that now she felt different to Harry.

Something way too big to ignore.

It wasn't the fact that he'd been shagging his best friend. Comfortable feeling gone, Harry felt his stomach clench with anxiety as he realized how much wrong those words had sounded in his head. On so many levels. Checking his watch, he saw that he should have gotten up already, he didn't. Instead he allowed himself to be distracted with her, it was easier with her.

He caressed the locks sprawled on the pillow and shrugged off the unpleasant thoughts.

It was fascinating, watching her. He decide, fascinating was the word about her, always amazing, even a mere morning, he had been caught surprised by her. A mere morning it was, nothing was different about her, only naked and under the blankets with him, yet the same pretty face. He didn't think he could understand. Maybe this, this want, the desire was doing it to him; he was addicted to her scent and curves by now. That was it; he was shaping a new Hermione out of his feelings. For himself. Maybe even literally, he needed to ask her first, he wondered if he was changing her.

Her dark lashes were fluttering. He wondered if she'd wake up, he didn't want her to, he usually got up earlier than her to avoid awkward mornings.

This morning, comfortable with just a little twinge of guilt, he considered he felt better. He pulled her further in his arms and gave a silent groan, knowing he was torturing himself. His hands slid down her thigh, loving the feel of her soft skin.

He closed his eyes and kissed her cheek. Chuckling slightly when she whimpered and turned her head to the other side his lips travelled down her jaw line then her neck, burying his face like he did last night, just before he fell asleep. He felt happy, more importantly he let himself feel it and with an air of openness, he didn't leave her when his watch told him it was time to pack things and move to another place.

"Wake up, my Hermione."

His voice sounded muffled but he was sure he had been strong enough to let her hear it.

"Harry?" Her answer came a few seconds later. Harry smiled against her neck and kissed her there. Then his lips went up and found the spot just below her earlobe, he allowed the tip of his tongue to caress the sensitive flesh.

"Oh." She breathily sighed. "Harry-"

"Morning. Did you, did you sleep well?" He managed to whisper to her ear, desperately hating how much it sounded fake. She didn't answer, he figured she wouldn't. But she trembled in his arms when he whispered to her ear. He knew she would. He was shaping how she'd feel, after all...

But he only wanted to get her to relax, failed instead. His fingers went from her waist up to her belly, caressing her because he didn't like how her body tensed when she woke up and realised that he was still with her. He understood her confusion, he truly did, so many things were left unsaid, and it had been nearly a week since they've been closer.

Of course she would be anxious. He felt his heart filling with tenderness as his free hand went up to her wild curls, stroking her hair. He lifted his head and looked down at her face once more like he did before she was awake. Now brows slightly knitted those beautiful eyes wide open... He could see questions, confusion and wonder in them. He looked into her eyes sincerely; trying to tell her, without the words, now wasn't the time to explain, to talk. She did as he asked; let the questions go, only leaving longing and that look of wonder in her eyes. He knew how much she liked gazing into his eyes, into his very soul if he allowed her to, for awhile. Under his intense gaze her breathing quickened and her lips parted. Desire evident in her eyes, she rose up from the mattress slightly and grabbing his shoulders, brought him closer to her, claiming his lips. Intoxicated by her taste, he kissed her back, with all the passion he felt, realising somewhere in between she was doing the same.

When he pulled back she made a mewling sound that drove him mad. He groaned, kissed her again as she wrapped her arms around his neck, not letting go.

He knew he was damned all along. He knew he shouldn't have stayed with her, he knew he never should've learned how good she tasted, how perfectly they seemed to fit.

"Oh Harry." She broke the kiss. "Did you, did you just call me... and how, why?" She said, between his kisses, he didn't seem to be listening to her. She was silenced as Harry cupped her breast, placing a sloppy kiss down her neck, then his tongue trailed down and he flicked his tongue on her nipple.

"Like that?" He asked with that savage, husky tone and she gasped and nodded. Harry smiled at her and continued his explorations with his tongue. Between moans and gasps, Hermione's hands were on his shoulders, stopping him. Harry frowned, looked up at her.

"What?" He snapped, slightly annoyed.

"Stop this." She cried out. "You always leave me confused, I want you, I truly do Harry, as you can see but... We need to talk, need to grasp what on earth is going on. Please Harry." She whispered.

Harry closed his eyes and sighed. She was right, they had to. He didn't know how he could tell her what he wanted but maybe they were going to pull through. With her, he thought he might.

TBC...