Chapter 2

We're on the bed now. Her skin is like liquid velvet and I'm enjoying just feeling it against mine. I kiss her throat, her shoulder, her neck. My hand explores her body, rubbing and pinching down her thigh, hooking her knee around my back and sliding up to her buttock.

"Kiss me," I say; her hands seek out the back of my head to bring my face to her lips. I shiver because it feels the way a lover would touch me.

Her kiss is perfect. She's forceful, but soft. And she tastes like air, like nothing but the soft warmth of her mouth. She's involved too, turning, and pressing, and sighing at all the right times.

I squeeze her tighter against me, settling myself between her thighs. She's wet and I smile. I didn't tell her to get wet. Her body did that on its own. I press my erection on to her, rubbing friction between our bodies. Her arousal coats the head though it's still outside her body.

It would be so easy to slide into her and it takes all my self control not to. She had to be a virgin. I want to take that from her. It's been so long since I've had one. Since I knew how to appreciate one. But I actually have too much respect for her to do that. I snort and collect the wand from the bedside table to renew the imperius on the woman I respect.

I tell her to rollover and she does. Her back is smooth. I run my hands down her spine and up the slope of her lower back to her round arse. I grab two handfuls and squeeze the flesh. She gasps and a new desire shudders through me.

Her arms are above her head on the pillow, blocking her face. I don't like that and I almost tell her to look over her shoulder at me, but don't. I'm distracted by the spill of her breast peaking out from beneath her. The image is almost unbearably arousing. I lean down, glad for the memory potion I took – the one that sharpens my memory, allows me to vividly remember everything that's happening – and lick the edge of her breast. She doesn't respond, so I remind her to act appropriately and she grips the pillow in her palms and sucks in air through her teeth.

"Tell me you want me." I hover over her back, resting my erection between her round buttocks.

"I want you."

I'm kissing her neck and pumping against her backside. Her soft skin feels better than I could have imagined. I don't know how much longer I can last. My arousal is on the verge and I can't help picturing I'm thrusting into her instead of against her. "Say it again."

"I want you," She throws her hair over her shoulder and looks me in the eyes. "I want you."

I nod and come all over her back, still rubbing between her cheeks until my prick gets soft and sticky with semen.

It's the best orgasm I've ever had.

We're both breathing heavily and I slide off of her and off the bed. She hasn't moved. I haven't told her to.

The image of her naked in my bed is one I want to savor. I use my wand to clear off the come and tell her to rollover again.

When she does, I see little red creases across her thighs and breasts from where the sheets had been bunched. I run my finger over the nearest one. The one that goes right over her nipple and disappears above her belly button.

I check the clock on the wall and see it's getting late. It's time to take her home. I tell her to stand up and give me one more kiss before she dresses.

"Hermione! Where have you been? We've been so worried!" Ron's voice sounds panicked as he wraps his arms around her and crushes her to his chest.

"I don't know," she says into the wool fabric of his sweater. She's standing in the foyer of her flat, the one she and Ron share. Harry and Ginny are standing behind Ron. Harry is looking relieved and Ginny makes an image of Molly, with her hands on her hips awaiting an explanation.

"What?" Ron asks, pulling away so he can hear.

She looks down, noticing she's still wearing her ministry approved robes and clearance badge. "I went to the Leaky Cauldron to meet you, but you weren't there. So I came home."

"Yeah, we waited for you until an hour ago," Ron says, "Where were you before that?"

Hermione scrunches up her face. Something isn't right. "I…I can't remember."

Harry's auror instincts take over. "What's the last thing you remember?" He's seen this kind of behavior before. After someone's been obliviated.

"Well, I got off of work at six," she says, "and then I was on my way to meet you…and it was dusk, and then I don't know what happened, but I guess I got turned around and walked into an alley, maybe, and then it was much later."

Ron and Harry share a meaningful look. Ginny steps forward, wrapping her arm around Hermione. "Let's sit down," she says leading her to the living room sofa.

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