Troubled Thoughts (part 2)
by ~Nappa
A special thanks to people who read my ficlet. I know, I'm not as good as a lot of the others, but I hope, I managed to entertain you a while.

What was happening was beyond their control now. The consequences have to be dealt with when they come. For now, Hermione was enjoying the feeling in her chest. Her heart beating in the same irregular beat as Harry's.

Confident that Harry would not escape her again, she slowly unwrapped her arms from around his neck and brought them to where the buttons held his blue shirt closed over his warm body. Although she was in a hurry, the kisses were enough for now.

For now.

Hermione was almost dizzy because of lack of air. She finally decided to let his mouth escape. As the warmth started to fade, she registered a pang in her heart. Yet she knew that there was no way she could continue if she fell unconscious. She nibbled on his bottom lip for a few seconds before she looked up to see the expression on Harry's face.

An unknown feeling of happiness rose within her heart when she saw the expression. It was a mixture of shock, happiness, desire and ... the thing that had made her almost be content while she waited for her lungs to fill. Love.

Almost.

Hermione's rational mind was lost to the desire of her need to be closer to him. Her mind was lost as her emotions took hold, controlling her. Hermione kissed him again. The sensation of his harsh, but now wet lips on hers was something that she liked.

No loved.

She began to deepen the kiss, slowly. Her tongue slipping within the confines of his mouth, drinking in the warmth that was there. Something that was akin to the first time she had tasted butterbeer. Though it was hardly fair to compare those two things. For the butterbeer was not as tasty and as loving as the kiss. She wished she could spend eternity like this, for a moment she thought she could.

The rational part of her mind tried to object. It tried to remind that she had accepted Ron's proposal for marriage. To remind her that Ron had been the one that she loved. It tried to make her remember what it was like to be with him. Not only did the images of their intimate and public moment fail to make a difference, it increased the yearning that she felt for him.

As emotions flooded every deep recess of her mind, there was no room for the rational side to hide. It was washed away, eventually to drown. Hermione drowned too. The desire for Harry had reached a new level. Something she had never experienced from just kissing. With her conscious mind gone, it all felt so very right.

Hermione's fingers nimbly rubbed his chest through the small opening where the first button closed the shirt. His mind, euphoric, realised he needed to show his involvement too. He drew up his arms around her body, crushing her against his chest.

The feeling of his hard chest pressed tightly against her bosom elicited a moan pleasure from her. He would be pleasantly happy when she coaxed him more and more. The flimsy dams that held back her desires broke. Her lips teased him, her fingers rubbing him in a more sensual way. She desperately hoped he was getting the clue as to what she wanted next.

There was painful reminder of his appreciation of her actions from his lower regions, when she closed the final gap that existed between them there. Harry became bolder and with the help of Hermione's expression, he guessed much of what she wanted.

Hermione felt his rough hands slip along her back in a slow sensual way and then over her hips. The slow teasing was overwhelming her senses. His hands carefully glided down the side of her thighs, and then over her buttock to the zipper...


Time passed, and the hours of night began to fade while they got to know each other on very personal and emotional levels.


A small ray of sunlight grazed her features. When the light was sufficient in intensity to annoy her, her eyes fluttered open. There was a latent feeling of euphoria in her mind. She could not remember what it was for. She found herself to be sleeping naked on a male body. It was very unusual, as she always slept in her clothes. But she dismissed the irregularity.

But then the memories of hours blissful delight came back to her, along with the fact that she had accepted marriage proposal from Ron.

All post sleep haze left her. It was too much. She had betrayed the trust of her best friend, and boyfriend of three year, more than friends before that. She had not only betrayed him, she had done it with one of his best friends.

The Gravity of the situation entered her mind. She did not want to be there when Harry woke up. She wanted out. She did not need this now. She wanted out...
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beta by Ryoko..... read here fic on ff.net. It's NC-17, bu it's not smut. We... *blush* ... there is two chapters that have it, but in a 22 chapter... more coming, it's quite good.