Chapter 3: Love Above the Pub
Excitement was thick in the air as Harry led Hermione into the room. Closing the door behind him, he kissed her again, playfulness showing on his face making him appear his age, for once, if not younger. As they stood staring into each other's eyes, both could see years of hidden love and longing shining through.
With a casual flick of his wrist, half a dozen candles placed meticulously around the room suddenly flared into light.
"You have been busy, Harry Potter, planning all of this." Harry just shrugged.
Without a word, for each now realized that none needed said, Harry reached up and untied the straps of Hermione's dress. The touch of his hands behind her neck sent a shiver of delight down her spine and Harry, who noticed his affect on her, smiled.
Once the straps were loose, Harry's grin became wider as he bent down and pulled the dress up over her head. Underneath, she wore nothing but a tiny, lacy thong that scarcely hid the elegant curves of her hips and buttocks, and the smooth crevice between her thighs.
It took every ounce of restraint he had not to scoop her up and have her then as he stood gazing at her; from head to foot she was beautiful, perfect, more so than he had ever imagined. As his eyes swept over her, they took in her sparkling cinnamon eyes, lush lips and flushed cheeks; her firm breasts down to her small waist and curving hips.
Her thong was quite transparent and as Harry's gaze came to rest on her most sensitive area, his fingers twitched, so longing were they to feel her, tease her. But he knew the timing was not quite right. Even though this was completely new to him, Harry knew he should not rush into things; the longer the desire simmers, the more pleasurable the outcome for both of them.
Hermione reached down herself and removed her thong. Straightening up, she stood there in the faint candlelight, completely exposed, seeking Harry's approval. This was the same Harry Potter that she'd known since age 11 and even though, back then, she would never have thought their friendship would escalate to this, she felt utterly shameless standing nude before him.
With one swift movement, Harry approached her and gripped her lovely, round buttocks with both hands while simultaneously pressing his lips to hers. Hermione knew, from the instant he had touched her, that this was going to be a night she would never forget.
Even while his clothing remained on him, she could still feel him pressing against her. So when he finally released her, she pulled him over and pushed him onto the bed. Kneeling next to him, she slowly undid his remaining buttons until his bare chest was exposed. She leaned over and started kissing his stomach, tickling the black hairs above his belt, and then worked her way up to his chest and neck until she reached his mouth.
The feel of her hot breath excited him beyond anything he had ever felt and by the time their lips met, he was panting with anticipation.
"You certainly do seem to know what you are doing. Viktor taught you well, I see."
"Who said Viktor taught me anything? I've done my research." They both smiled.
Harry's eyes began to wander and they stopped at her breasts, which were right in front of his face now, with the way she had been bending over, kissing him. Not able to control himself any longer he reached up and took one of them in his hands. He'd never even felt one before. Slowly he ran his fingers over them in circles ending with her now hardened nipples. Hermione moaned as he took one in his mouth, teased it with his tongue then moved on to the other before letting go.
"Lovely. All of you is simply delightful." He tore his eyes from her chest and stared back into her eyes. Reaching up, he ran his hand across her face and up into her silky hair.
As he began to free her hair from the bun, Hermione feared her arms might buckle as all the muscles in them seemed to relax as one. Once it was loose, he started combing the delicate strands through his fingers and she instantly fell limp in his arms. She had no strength or desire to refuse as he tangled his hand in her hair's waves and pulled her into another passionate kiss.
Taking full advantage of her lack of resistance, Harry sat up and gently turned her so she was lying on the bed and he was looking over her. Smiling mischievously he said, "I may not know exactly what I'm doing but I do know that I now have the upper hand."
Still pleasantly weak from his touch, Hermione just laid there and grinned.
Harry removed his shirt and started running his fingertips over her chest and stomach, caressing every inch of her that he could reach. As he neared her pleasure area, she quivered expectantly, but he hesitated.
"What's wrong?"
"I don't have any experience with this. You will guide me, won't you?" Harry asked, slightly embarrassed.
"Of course, Harry. See look, it's okay." She took hold of his hand and placed it on a certain spot. He began to rub, slowly at first. Then as Hermione's breath started coming in short gasps, he gradually sped up. Soon he was exploring all her folds and quickly learned what areas to touch to get her really aroused until, finally, her whole body tensed and she let out a soft moan of pleasure as she reached her peak.
Harry straightened up and watched her as she lay breathless on the bed. He then realized that he'd been so focused on pleasuring Hermione that he hadn't noticed how turned on he had become. Stepping off the end of the bed, he loosened his belt and took off his pants. At first, he was amazed at how hard he had become, but then Hermione sat up and moved to the edge of the bed.
She beckoned him over to her and took his erection in her hands. Her fingers worked magic as she slid them down, lingered on his tip for a moment then moved them back up. During which time her eyes kept darting up to his face to see how he was reacting.
Harry leaned his head back and relished her touch. The sensation was wonderful. It then came as a shock when he felt something wet replace her soft fingers. He looked down and saw she had begun using her tongue. The heat given off in her breath and saliva heightened the feeling and soon she had her whole mouth around his hardness and was moving up and down, her tongue working frantically.
His breath quickened as she began to move more rapidly and he had to place his hands on her shoulders because he felt his legs would not be able to support him much longer. She stopped, however, before he had a chance to reach his peak.
"Why'd you stop?" he breathed, confused and frustrated.
"Because now we're both ready."
"Ready for what?"
"The best part. Come over this way."
Hermione lay back down and gestured for Harry to get on the bed over her. "You're on the top, which means you are in control, so if at any point you feel uncomfortable, feel free to stop and I'll understand."
"You're great, Hermione," he whispered as he bent down and kissed her. He didn't move his lips from hers for a few minutes, in which time he teased her folds again. She struggled under his touch, clearly not wanting to wait any longer for the feel of him inside her.
He was in control, though, and enjoyed having this kind of power over her. When he finally broke away from the kiss, he bent down and started playing with her with his tongue as she had.
As pleasurable as it was, it was still frustrating for Hermione that he wasn't fulfilling her desires, that he was stalling. Whether it was because he was scared or because he was maliciously teasing her, she did not know.
Finally, when he knew she could not take it anymore, he leaned forward and slipped inside her. Hermione moaned as he moved within her, faster and faster. They were extremely aroused by now and it did not take long before both their bodies tensed. Harry felt him spill into her at the same moment that she let out a scream as she reached her peak.
Out of breath and strength, Harry removed himself from Hermione and lay down next to her. With his head propped on his arm, he watched her gasping for breath next to him, reached up with his free hand, and started stroking her hair lovingly.
Looking up into his sweaty face and regaining her breath, Hermione sighed. Turning over on her left side, she snuggled against him. Taking hold of the hand that was still stroking her hair, she kissed it, wrapped it around her stomach and within minutes, they were asleep in each other's arms.
(end of chapter 3)
