Two It Begins

After we decided we were bored with the game, I got up and went to the loo. When I returned I realized everyone had left the room, leaving me alone with Harry. He smirked as he made his way over to me, grabbing an extra beer on the way and handing it to me as he sat down on the couch next to me.

I spit out a quick "Thanks," before taking a big nervous gulp of the beer.

He smiled confidently at me and moved his arm so that it was draped across the back of the couch and somewhat around me, making me even more nervous.

What the hell was wrong with me? This is your friend, Hermione! You've known him for years, so stop acting like a silly schoolgirl with a crush.

I looked away from his gaze and fidgeted somewhat but I stopped when I felt the faintest brush of his leg against mine. He was wearing jeans and the rough fabric rubbing against the bare skin of my thigh made me jump. I stared at the spot where our legs were touching and held my breath.

He's Ron's best friend; he's off limits!

Then it happened. He reached over with his left hand and lifted up my chin to look me in the eyes for a minute before he closed the gap between us and kissed me. I immediately closed my eyes and reacted to the kiss. It was fucking amazing and grew in intensity quickly.

We continued to kiss until we ran out of oxygen and even then took only the smallest of breaks. He was devouring me and I loved it. At first my hands were wrapped around him pulling him closer but soon one hand was in his hair and the other was un-tucking his shirt from his jeans so I could put my hand directly on his skin.

He was doing his fair share of groping as well. He had practically pulled me onto his lap and one hand had worked its way from the bare skin of my thigh up under my shorts cupping my ass. The other hand was holding my head in place so that he could ravish me.

Believe me I had no problem with that at all, ravish away…

He leaned over me, pushing me to lie back on the couch with his weight. God, he was smooth. He managed to get one of his legs between mine and pushed up against me with his right knee, making me moan. Good lord I was practically humping him now. His hands were everywhere and my body was on fire. I've never felt so alive…so fucking alive.

He ripped his lips away from mine and we stared at each other for a few seconds, both completely overcome with desire. "Mione?"

I knew it was a question. This was the point of no return. But I couldn't think. I couldn't speak. I could barely breathe…my body and my brain were both heavy with desire. Just yes. Yes, yes, yes. Whatever you want Harry keep doing it. I never actually answered him out loud but I think he got the message when I pulled him back to me to devour his mouth again.

He moaned and shoved his right hand under my thigh and hoisted it up and to the right to make more room for him to fit. He kept his hand on my thigh, squeezing it tightly as he ground into me, both of us still fully clothed.

Looking back I can't believe my behavior. There were people just in the other room. We weren't even in a bedroom for Merlin's sake, just wide open in the living room, sprawled out on a couch, most definitely about to have sex. Was I drunk? Maybe. OK, I probably was. Should I be drinking while on medication for depression? Probably not. OK, definitely not. Did I think either of these things was making me act this way? No. Did I want to shag Harry, right here, right now, regardless of who walked in? Absolutely. I wanted him and I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anyone in my life. No excuses.

Decision made I pulled and tugged until his shirt was over his head and threw it to the floor. He grinned lasciviously down at me then tugged my tank top up and over my head, throwing it behind him somewhere.

"Fuck," he groaned before he tossed his glasses to the floor and began layering kisses across the top of my breasts. A second later and he had unhooked my bra, tossing that as well. He immediately grabbed my right breast and sucked on my nipple, sending my head crashing back as I moaned wantonly. His left hand moved to my left breast and then his mouth followed. For several minutes he was happy to go between them, lathering his attention on them until I grew impatient.

I growled and dragged my nails up his back, making sure to scratch him enough to cause pain, expressing my displeasure with his delay. He hissed obviously getting the hint and pulled away, kneeling above me. He was angry, I could see it in his eyes but I didn't care. I narrowed my eyes at him. Hurry the fuck up. He clenched his jaw and undid his belt and jeans, pushing them down at the same time as his tight fitted black boxers.

I smirked and undid my own jean shorts, pulling my legs up in front of him enough so that I could take them off without moving away. He seemed to appreciate my flexibility and I had barely taken my shorts off before he pounced and started devouring my clit.

Holy fucking shit! I wrapped my hands in his hair and pulled his face closer, moaning incoherently. He kept this up for several minutes until I was begging for him to fuck me.

"Harry, please!"

He pulled away grinning madly before he looked to the floor and grabbed his pants, pulling a condom out of his pocket. He tore into it with his teeth and quickly put it on. Within seconds he was pushing into me, grabbing both of my legs and wrapping them around his waist, before he proceeded to give me the best shag of my life.

I can't even express how good of a fuck he gave me. Hard and fast, then slow, and then fast again, but always hard. We fucked for such a long time and he was so thick, really thick that after a while I was sore. Really sore. So much so I found myself pushing against his chest to stop him. He looked at me confused; I was obviously enjoying it with the constant moaning. "It hurts," I whispered.

He nodded, almost like he'd heard it before and said, "Do you want me to stop?" I shook my head no and he nodded, again, like this was a common occurrence for him. Then he said, "hold on, I'll try and be quick," and proceeded to speed up, so much so that I was begging him to stop, tears running down my face from the pain. He only needed a minute at this speed before he was bursting his release into me. Then he collapsed on top of me and kissed the side of my neck, breathing heavily.

I tried to control myself and calm down but I was in so much pain, that I ended up sniffling a bit, which caused him to move off me and look into my eyes. Concern flooded his eyes and he quickly reached up to wipe the tears off my face. I smiled at him and tried to tell him I was fine but I couldn't get the words out. He rubbed my cheek tenderly and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you."

I gave him a watery smile and pulled him in for a gentle kiss. We stayed that way, kissing sweetly for so long I couldn't believe it. Harry liked to cuddle!

He pulled away finally and said, "I'm just going to run to the bathroom, throw this away." He gestured to the condom then said, "I'll be right back."

I nodded and watched him go, only sitting up when he was in the bathroom. I looked around blearily, wondering what the fuck I just did. My heart was already hurting a bit, never mind the throbbing that was making itself known between my legs. I wiped my face, then got up and gathered my underwear and tank top, leaving my bra and shorts on the floor. I pulled them on, noticing there was blood smeared on the insides of my thighs. Ouch. I was going to be sore for days to come. I gently put my underwear back on then pulled my tank top over my head just in time to see Harry exit the bathroom. He grinned at me and pulled me in for a scorching kiss when he was close enough, rubbing my ass with his hands.

I pulled back, smiled shyly at him then nodded towards the bathroom. He smiled and let me go. I turned before I shut the bathroom door and saw him put on his boxers. I shut the door, and put my head against it, closing my eyes and wondering yet again, what the hell I had just done. I shook my head trying to break my thoughts and proceeded to clean myself up. I nearly screamed when I peed, it hurt so much. I pulled myself back together and sighed knowing I was going to be in pain for days…

I exited the bathroom and saw Harry laying on the couch with a blanket, patting the space next to him and smiling at me. I instantly brightened and crawled in next to him and he quickly resumed our cuddling. We spent what felt like hours kissing before we finally fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms as the sun was just starting to come up. My last conscious thoughts were so scattered …

I feel so at peace.

What are we going to do now?

I could get used to being in his arms.

What about Ron? And Ginny? And Luna?

They're all going to hate me.

Merlin, help me.

But I think I might be in love with him.