I know you all hate me because I took so long… and I'm sorry. I just moved up to college and I was debating what to do with this story… that's why I updated like three chapters in my other story and left this one alone for a while. Also I was kinda depressed at the lack of reviews that I'm getting, but I guess I can't really do anything about that… its just sad though that other peoples stories by the third chapter are all the way up to 100, and I have 20 something on this one, and 74 on a story that has 15 chapters… so please review guys and gals… it hurts when there are no reviews… otherwise enjoy the story…

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Harry held Hermione close to him kissing her senseless as they appeared back at the house. Hermione reached behind her and opened the door not breaking the kiss and pulled Harry inside. He kicked it close and devoured her mouth groaning softly as she undid his shirt and pushed it from his body. Her cool hand stroking down his hot chest and arms, feeling every single muscle under his perfect skin.

"Hermione…" Harry said in a breathless voice against her lips.

"Yes?" she asked back, her fingers sliding around the top of his pants, not pushing them off just yet, but gently stroking is waist and back.

"Don't you…" he paused for a moment as she leaned up and kissed him again, "Don't you think we need to talk… about this?"

She stepped away with an innocent smile on her face… "Ok," She said slowly slipping the buttons on her shirt out of their respective holes. "What do you want to talk about?"

"Harry's eyes were glued to her hands and his brain had quit functioning correctly a long time ago. "I… um… about… me…and you… so um… I guess… us?"

"Us… humm… I like the sound of that…" she said slipping the shirt off of her shoulders so that she stood in front of him in simply a red and black lacy bra and her form fitting jeans.

"So do I," Harry said very quickly… at the moment he wanted to do anything but talk, but of course he had gotten himself into this whole talking thing… and there was some important reason for him to finish it… not that he could remember it right now while watching Hermione strip in front of him. Dear god he had wanted this since their first hug… and right when she is about to throw herself at him… he wants to talk… genius? I think not. "We do need… to talk about this though."

She gave him one of the most genuine and beautiful smiles that had ever graced her perfect face. Taking a step back into his arms, she gently pushed him down onto the couch behind him and took a seat on his lap, her two legs on one side of him, her back resting against the side of the couch. He instinctively wrapped his arms around her body and looked her straight in the eye. "So talk…"

Harry laughed softly, "Ok… Hermione… I… I have liked you for a really long time…as in since first year. Every other person I have been with…I um… I have compared to you… and every single one of them has… well failed." He hesitated here… he wanted to tell her that he loved her, always has. But the little person on his shoulder was reminding him that he had just put his heart on the line, and he needed to something from Hermione before he could take that risk.

Hermione took his pause as a go ahead to start speaking. "I really wish you would have told me earlier… because since first year when you saved me from the troll… all I've wanted to do was jump into your arms. Harry," she said bringing her hand up to rest over his heart, "The whole wizarding world may consider you their savior… but you are my personal hero…you always have been." At this she stopped… she had two choices… tell him that she was madly in love with him and that if he asked her to marry him right that second and produce a bunch of bushy haired green eyed babies she would wouldn't even hesitate to say yes… or she could continue what she started and wait for later to profess her love. She chose the latter.

She moved much like an exotic dancer would over him, pressing her bra-clad breasts into his chest as she shifted to straddle him. Harry's hands immediately grasped her hips, holding her closer so that she could feel just how much he wanted her at that moment. Hermione gasped at his evident long hard erection, and mindlessly moved her hips against it.

"Do you mind if we put the rest of our talking on hold till later, I've been waiting months… no… years to get you alone like this. I have to say that talking is really the last thing on my mind." Hermione asked him, leaning down and nipping at the sensitive flesh where his neck met his collarbone. Her eyes rose and met his, and in the most pleading voice she could imagine said one word that was Harry's undoing.

"Please?"

Harry stood up then, gripping her around the waist, having her wrap her legs around his waist as he carried her up to his room. He could not think of a single other thing he would be enjoying more. Here Hermione was, the love of his life, with her legs wrapped around him pressing her moist hot center against his throbbing erection, her arms around his neck, playing with his hair, and her mouth… her mouth kissing and licking and nipping at the skin of his shoulders and neck as he carried her up to his room.

Hermione couldn't keep herself off of Harry if she tried… not that she was trying. In fact from anyone's perspective she was trying to press their bodies closer than humanly possible…and she was driving him nuts while doing so.

She moved up to his ear nipping at his ear lobe, running her tongue against the sensitive skin behind it before whispering, "I want you to fuck me as hard as you can. Against a wall, on the bed, on the floor… in the kitchen… in every single room of this huge house I want to feel you pumping in and out of me and giving us so many orgasms neither of us will be able to walk for a month."

Harry was on the second floor… only one more to go when he had to stop press her back against the wall and lean into her, panting just from her words. "Hermione…" he growled into her hair gripping her hips as if they were the only thing holding him in this world, "If you keep talking like that… this is going to be over much faster than either of us want."

Hermione arched her back against the wall pressing her center even tighter against his, "Actually… I was thinking of making you explode early… to… take the edge off… then fuck like rabbits all night… I'm sure I can get you up for round 2," she kissed his ear and continued talking, "and round 3," another gentle kiss, "and many more rounds after that…"

His hips involuntarily bucked against her, causing his hard member to press against her clit and make her in turn moan the most animalistic growl, it actually put every animal within hearing distance into heat… and if it could do that to the animals… just think what Harry's reaction was.

He quickly pulled out his wand and tapped both of their bodies, causing their clothes to disappear. He then mumbled something tapping his wand against her perfectly flat toned and tanned stomach… "Hermione… I don't know how long…"

Hermione ignored him and wiggled against him until it caused him to enter her soaking wet pussy. "Now Harry…. Right here… right now…"

At these words he thrust up into her, impaling her on his huge cock, "Holy shit… you are so fucking big…" she panted as she rocked her hips, riding him, using the wall for leverage.

Harry dipped his head down and took her nipple into his mouth swirling his tongue around the hard bud as he pushed himself over and over again inside of her. He could feel every single muscle pulling at him, pulling him deeper inside of the most beautiful creature in the world. Her legs tightened around his hips pulling him closer and deeper.

Hermione was on the fastest possible road to orgasm there ever was. She was with the love of her life, who was not good looking, but a god amongst men, who filled her completely, and who cared about her… and did she mention that he was hot?

She took his face in her hand and lifted it away from her breasts, causing the cool air of the room to rush over her wet hard nipple, causing her to shudder before she looked him directly in the eye and kissed him. His tongue caressed hers and he thrust hard into causing her to scream into his mouth in orgasm and him to erupt inside of her.

When the last shudders passed Harry was leaning heavily into Hermione, pressing her close to his body and the wall. His hands framed her face and her legs remained wrapped around his waist.

In between pants he said, "Do… you have… any idea what… you do… to… me?"

Hermione smiled and stroked his jaw with a finger, and getting lost in his emerald green eyes said, "If it's half as good as what you do to me…"

"Better," Harry replied, "You are perfect."

Hermione removed herself from him but didn't leave; instead she stood in front of him and intertwined her fingers with his. "There's something else I need to say to you…"

Harry looked down at her with questioning eyes and gave her hand a small squeeze, "And what is that?"

"That… well that…" she looked up at him flustered and out of words… should she just say it? She wanted to… but what if he didn't love her… guess she would have to take her chances… leap of faith… if I jump will he catch me… "I love you… I have for years…"

Harry was shocked…she loved him… SHE LOVED HIM… He could shout from the roof top right then… because every dream he ever had about her was coming true… Hermione Granger… brightest witch of her age…loved him. He knew that he would think of this moment for the rest of his life if he ever needed to conjure a patronus because he couldn't be happier.

"I love you too, Hermione…" he replied dipping his head down to capture her lips. Each one of them poured every pent up emotion they hand into their kiss, showing the other that what they had just said was real and alive… they were in love.

Hermione griped his hand and pulled gently breaking the kiss. She had a fun and mischievous look in her eye that almost had Harry scared… until she spoke. "Ok… so we've christened the wall… I believe I mentioned the bed next… then the floor… the kitchen…"

"Woman you are going to be the death of me…" he said as he followed her up the stairs and into his room.

When they stepped inside she stopped. Looking around she found that the walls had many pictures of herself with Harry, or with Harry and Ron, and some of just her. She moved to one particular one that hung next to his bed. It was a newspaper clipping of Harry and herself. She recognized it as one that Rita Seeker had put on top of a story she wrote about them being together… across the top of the story read two words, Golden Duo. Hermione had to laugh. It was an obvious reference to when people called Harry, Ron and herself the Golden trio.

"I always liked the ring of that… us together… when she published that story I thought I had given myself away… took me about three days to realize that she was just guessing…" Harry said, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her.

"I thought she had found my diary…" Hermione confessed leaning back into his arms and watching the couple in the picture take the same pose and wave at them…

"You wrote about me in your diary?" he asked kissing her ear, "Was it naughty?"

She laughed, "Not in the beginning… but later on… after I understood more…" she turned in his arms, letting her hands rest on his chest, "It got very, very racy…"

Harry gave her the sexiest look she had ever seen, causing her to go weak in the knees, "What do you say about getting racy on the bed over there," he asked.

She gave a short look to the bed then back to him… "I thought you'd never ask…"

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