AN: Percy is being difficult to write so I split this chapter into two. The next bit will come out sometime this weekend as well as the scheduled update for next week. So… bonus chapter this weekend! Title is a song by The Spill Canvas.

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Himerus and Eros

Hermione woke first and struggled to disentangle herself from Oliver. He grunted and tightened his hold on her as she squirmed. She spun in his arms to face him, taking his cheeks in both her hands. She kissed him deeply, making him relax into her and ease his hold on her. She pushed him away and made to sit up, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. He caught her wrist and half-heartedly tried to tug her back down.

"Please tell me you aren't trying to escape me in your own home…" he grumbled in his half-sleep haze.

"I need to shower Oliver, I smell atrocious," she huffed as she caught another whiff of herself.

"No… you smell like sex. And sweat. And me…" he pulled her on top of him and buried his nose in the crook of her neck.

"I don't want to walk around smelling like last night's sex…"

"Then let's do it again this morning and you can smell like today's sex. Problem solved!" He offered helpfully, pressing her hand against the bulge of his morning erection under the covers.

She bit her lip and stroked him through the cloth. When his eyes closed she pulled the blankets away and took him in hand. The sight of him made her mouth water a little, but she was determined to get her shower. She slicked his precum over the head and down his shaft with her palm before she took him firmly in hand. He groaned as she squeezed and worked him faster. The moans escaping his lips told her he wouldn't last long if she kept up her pace. She fondled his balls with her free hand, tugging gently and rolling them in her palm. It only took a couple more strokes before he was spilling onto his stomach.

"Merlin, witch…" he huffed at her as she got off the bed and made her way toward her ensuite bathroom.

Part of the allure of cohabiting with Percy was his insistence that they have equally appointed bedrooms, especially since they weren't actually together and wouldn't be sharing the master bedroom. While his room was slightly bigger, he'd been sure to have a full-size bathroom installed for her. She was immensely grateful for the effort he'd taken for her comfort. It may have been a relationship of political convenience, but she wanted for nothing. Anything she couldn't provide for herself Percy found a way to get it for her. Everything except actual happiness. The only person who had ever been able to give that to her was Oliver, and only twenty-four hours ago she'd tried to leave him forever. She was secretly glad she'd failed, the thought of a future without him was not something she could handle.

She normally wasn't one to walk around naked, but she knew that Percy had not returned the night before and likely wouldn't until later that evening. For now, she didn't need to worry about him knocking on her door and stumbling upon her nude with another man in the room. Not that she imagined he'd do anything besides sputter and faint. She smiled to herself as she thought of what a funny, if horrifying, sight that would be.

She was sore from the night before and had a hard time moving without pain. When she caught a look at herself in the mirror she grimaced. Her hair was tangled beyond help and her neck was covered in love bites. She groaned and started the shower to heat while she examined what skin she could see for bruises and scratches. He'd been uncharacteristically rough with her last night and she knew a few applications of bruise paste may be necessary before heading out in public. Not that she particularly wanted to today. She was considering the finer points of staying in bed with Oliver. It was a luxury she had never allowed herself, but with a clear calendar for the day and an absent fiance, it was the perfect time.

"Room for me in there too?" Oliver slipped into the room and the gathering steam, gently wrapping his arms around her from behind.

He met her eyes in the mirror as he smoothed her hair aside and kissed her neck, searching for permission. She swallowed and kept her eyes on his as she gave him better access to her. He kissed and licked at her sensitive flesh before softly nibbling on her, pulling a low moan from her lips. She leaned back into him as her eyes fell closed at the sensation. He took the opportunity to slide one hand down between her legs, brushing through the curls there and seeking out her clit. She snapped her eyes open when he began to manipulate her in slow circles, she saw the smouldering there and made to close her eyes again.

"Leave them open." He murmured into her ear as he kept his eyes on hers in their reflection.

She could feel him harden behind her as her eyes came in and out of focus with his expert handling of her body. She almost missed that his other hand had moved to massage her breasts and tweak her nipples in turn until he'd smirked against the skin of her neck.

"You could cut glass with these, love," he teased as he pinched them a little harder, making her groan.

He quickened his pace over her clit as his erection continued to press against her. She leaned forward onto the counter, pressing her arse into him and wriggling. He shook his head and gently straightened her back up as he kept up the swirling of his fingers. It didn't take long for him to work her to the brink. Just as she was about to climax he stilled his fingers and waited for her eyes to come back into focus.

"Please…" she begged, fighting to keep her eyes on him in the mirror.

"Don't close your eyes. I want to see you come undone…" She nodded in response as he touched her again, taking only seconds to push her over the edge.

"Beautiful," he murmured into the back of her neck as she came back down to earth.

She slumped forward onto her forearms and pushed back into his cock in earnest. Her eyes pleaded with him in the mirror. She was flush from her orgasm, her eyes burning brightly.

"You're so wet…" he groaned as he ran his fingers through her folds and lined himself up with her entrance, gently stroking his hands down her sides to rest on her hips.

"Only for you." She answered huskily.

He slowly slid into her, watching her eyes strain to stay open as he seated himself inside her. He moved deliberately and achingly slow, relishing the feel of her tightening on him as she tried to draw him deeper in with each thrust. Her moans were low and long, almost begging for more.

"Stop teasing. You always tease." She accused.

"That's because you always want to rush away from me."

He quirked a brow at her as he suddenly slammed into her, taking her off balance for a second. She stared him down in the mirror as she pressed back against him, daring him to do it again. He called her bluff as he adjusted his grip to steady them both and took her the way she liked. He kept his eyes on hers with difficulty, resisting the urge to close his eyes and tip his head back as he neared orgasm. He moved one hand around and stimulated her clit again, wanting her to cum with him as he swiftly approached his finish. It didn't take much to wind her up as he buried himself deep inside her. They came together, eyes still locked in the mirror.

"Merlin… that was amazing," he panted as he carefully withdrew, kissing her back affectionately as he did so.

"I've never cum with my eyes open before…" she admitted, still somewhat confused by his need to see her eyes.

"You're eyes are gorgeous. I love watching them come in and out of focus as you get worked up. And the fire in them as you came just now? I'll have that seared into my mind forever. One of the hottest things I've ever seen," he explained as he pulled the shower curtain aside and offered his hand to her to help her over the side of the tub.

She took it with a small smile and climbed into the hot stream of water. She sighed happily as her tired muscles began to warm and relax. Oliver slid behind her, carefully wrapping his arms around her and kissing the top of her head with a sound of contentment. She leaned into him, closing her eyes as the water ran over the two of them.

"We've never done this before, you know." He whispered, setting his chin on the top of her head.

"What? Of course, we have… haven't we? After all this time, we must have done…"

"Nope. We've never had the chance. One of us always has to run off so quick. Even on the few occasions I've woken up and you haven't been gone, you haven't stayed long enough to shower." He tried to hide the hurt in his voice, but she heard it.

"Oliver… I'm so sorry. I've been dreadful to you." She turned in his arms, tucking her head into his chest.

"You have been, yeah. I haven't been much better to you though." He took her chin in his fingers and tipped her face, kissing her so softly it made her heart ache.

They said nothing more, kissing and touching as they washed and rinsed away the sweat from their lovemaking. Oliver kissed each love bite and bruise as if apologising for the rough way in which he'd handled her. She ran her hands over the hard muscle of him, marveling at the way the water rolled off him, mentally comparing him to the man she was pretending to be engaged to.

"What have we gotten ourselves into?" She asked when they'd exited and wrapped themselves in towels.

"I wish I knew." He lay his cheek on the top of her head as he wrapped his arms around her again, feeling the fear and confusion emanating from her body.

"We're going to have to tell Percy. He'll know that you've been here."

"How? Unless one of us tells him…"

"The wards. He'll be able to read that someone has been here. I could lie about it, but this is already so complicated. You already know he's gay and I think he suspects I know that he has a lover. He can't deny me if he wants to keep up the charade." Hermione explained as she started to dress.

"Why do you two even do this? You've never told me." Oliver blasted his clothing from the night before with a few cleaning charms before pulling everything back on before busying himself with straightening the mess they'd made of her bed.

"It's complicated. And political."

"I'm a smart man, Hermione. Despite what the papers would have you believe, I'm not just some dumb jock." His annoyance was clear in his tone.

"That's not what I meant…" she soothed, crossing to sit on his lap where he'd settled himself on the end of her now remade bed.

"What did you mean then?" He slid an arm around her waist and ran his free hand through her wet curls, finger combing out the tangles.

"It's a bit of a long story, Oliver. And one that isn't just mine to tell. I think we need to sit down and speak with Percy."

"Alright. When?" He sighed, knowing all too well how stubborn the witch could be.

"Tonight?" She offered, leaning into his touch as he made to stroke her hair again.

"Alright," he nodded and accepted the kiss she offered, leaning them back onto her bed to undo all the effort they'd put into cleaning themselves up.