Chapter 8
"You were right a little about the tension bit…" He confessed.
"What...?" Hermione was shocked now.
Harry sighed. He wanted to be sure Hermione knew how he felt, that he was doing this with her just because he had – as she put it – pent up sexual tension.
"I know…you said I had some issues…but. It wasn't because of Shelly…Hermione. I…I think…no, I know." He took a deep breath, "I love you."
Hermione looked at Harry as his words sank in. He loved her? Harry Potter, the boy who lived, the boy with defeated Voldermort, who had everything he wanted under him – loved her? Plain, bookworm, simple Hermione Granger? Hermione closed her eyes.
"Hermione, I'm sorry…I…I just wanted to let you know…I mean…" Harry was stumbling over his words now. "It's okay if you don't feel that same way…uhh…I mean, I thought you, no, I don't know what you thought, uhh, I…"
The insides of Hermione were dancing now. Harry Potter loved her. He did. And did she? YES. SHE DID. She loved him since forever! She just didn't know it! She had always taken his presence for granted, that he would always be around. But when the idea of Harry going for Shelly, the possibility of him leaving her, just the thought of living without him made her hurt so badly, and couldn't breathe. She couldn't live without Harry, she needed him. She loved him.
With that, Hermione looked up, stood on her toes and gently pressed her lips on Harry's.
All the air escaped from Harry's lungs just then. Hermione was kissing him?? She felt that way too! Fireworks were exploding inside his head from the very thought and the feel of her soft lips on his just made him go mad. Harry responded, and it took all of his self control to not turn it into something more passionate. He wanted his first kiss with Hermione to be special. He wanted her to feel, after so long, how he felt about her, and he poured all his emotion into that kiss.
Hermione broke away first, biting her lip – a sign of her nervousness. But she looked up again into Harry's eyes, and she simply put her arms around his neck and hugged him.
She leaned her head on his, stroked his hair gentle and whispered into his ear. "I love you too."
That did it for Harry. He gently pushed her back, and looked into her brown depths. And he knew she was not lying, that she was not saying that just to make him feel better. He knew, that Hermione Granger loved him too.
"I've loved you since…I can't even remember Harry." Hermione whispered to him. "But, you were always there…beside me. Then, Greg said that you liked Shelly and thought of living without you just killed me. And then I saw you and Shelly kissing, and I knew that I couldn't live without you. I didn't know what I was feeling then, but when you said you love me, I knew. I love you too."
" Hermione…" Harry breathed against her. "Come on, let's go back. It's getting cold, and we aren't exactly in the most comfortable of places…" he said, gesturing the alley they were in.
Hermione gave him a small smile and took his hand as he apparated them away. When Hermione opened her eyes, she was in her room, with harry still holding on to her.
Harry wanted to bring them back to his room, but he didn't want to give Hermione the wrong idea. So he brought them back to her room instead. Harry didn't know what to do now. He wanted her so badly, but he knew she wasn't ready yet. She loved him, but it didn't mean that she was ready to move on to that yet.
"Umm…" Harry started, his eyes widening a little when Hermione turned to face him and put circled her arms around his neck.
"Stay?" she asked softy.
That was Harry's undoing. He dropped his head and took her lips once more. This time, Hermione responded with as much passion. Their hands were now roaming all over each other's bodies, pressing them closer together, wanting to feel as much as they could of each other.
Harry's lips left hers to proceed down her neck and collarbone, sending her thrills of pleasure. Hermione's knees were going to give way soon, with all those ministrations that he was doing to her, she felt her knees buckling. Harry was quick however. In one swift motion, he picked her up and laid her on the bed gently, his eyes never leaving hers.
"Harry…" Hermione said softly.
She looked so beautiful, Harry thought, with her hair laid out before her, like an angel.
Harry slowly peeled off her clothes, as if he were unwrapping the most precious gift in the world. Even though it was dark, he knew Hermione felt shy as he felt a sudden wave of heat from her. She was blushing.
"You're so beautiful 'Mione…" Harry said, and before she could say anything, he covered her face with tiny, feather light kisses. Hermione was shy, because she was allowing him to see what no one else had seen before. She was giving herself to him. She was his.
"Harry…" Hermione said again. Harry looked at her, and for one fleeting second thought she didn't want him to go anymore. All that thought was erased when she said softly "I'm yours…"
She said it with so much trust, and so much love, Harry could feel it in waves off her.
"I'm yours too Hermione…for now, for always…" Harry whispered to her ear as he finally removed the piece of clothing that exposed her most secret place.
Slowly, he lowered his lips there as he began to lick that area, making Hermione thrash about the bed wildly, her hips buckling instinctively. She thought she could not feel any more of such pleasure when Harry stuck his tongue inside her folds, making her gasp loudly. Her toes curled at the sensations she was feeling as she cried out his name.
The taste of her, the way she was calling out his name, and how her fingers were clasped around his hair made Harry so filled with lust and arousal. She was his – and that thought made him feel even aroused.
Hermione suddenly got up, as her fingers fumbled with his shirt and pants. With a wave of his hand, Harry had removed his clothes.
"Harry…" she gasped. He had just performed wandless magic!
"Yeah…I wanted to tell you, or show you myself…"
"Oh Harry…" Now Hermione remembered that night while they were having dinner, when Greg mentioned "Wandl.." and Harry had cut him off. "So that was why – "but she didn't' get to finish her sentence as Harry had silenced her by licking her folds again, causing her to let out a moan of ecstasy.
Hermione's breathing was now erratic. But Harry did not give her a chance to recover. His lips now captured her hardened peak, and swirled his tongue lazily around it, his other hand allowing his fingers to work her other nipple as hard as his tongue was. Slowly, but surely, Harry's other fingers found its way to where Hermione's entrance was. He slid is up and down, prodding a little, feeling her heat and wetness surround his fingers.
"Hermione…" Harry gasped, his voice heavy with lust and desire. He looked into her eyes as if silently asking her for permission to pass all barriers. Her eyes were clouded with heavy desire as well. Although Harry had now stopped touching Hermione, as if to answer him, Hermione raised her hips slightly, and pulled him down on her again, kissing him fervently.
Slowly, Harry entered her. He felt her hold on him tighten as she felt a little discomfort. She squinted her eyes shut as she got used to having him inside her. Harry moved a little and she gave a little cry. Immediately, Harry stopped moving. He wanted to move so badly, he thought he was going to explode, but it sounded like she was a little hurt. Was she still a - ?
"Haven't you…?" Harry asked gently.
"No…" Hermione cut him off.
So she was still a virgin…Harry thought that Hermione had some experience with Ron before as they had been together.
"You…" Hermione managed to breathe, while trying to accommodate Harry inside her.
Oh god…she had been waiting for him. She was saving herself for him. Harry gently kissed her again to help take her attention away from the discomfort.
Slowly, Hermione started moving her hips, signaling Harry to do so too. He did so, but slowly and carefully, not wanting to hurt her.
Soon, Harry increased his thrusts, as they both moaned and called out each other's names loudly from all the pleasure they were experiencing. Hermione was now in heaven, she had never felt such sensations before, and the thought that Harry was the one doing this to her made her reach her climax.
She screamed out his name as her climax washed over her. She thought she could feel no more when Harry started to move faster and deeper, starting all the pleasures again. Harry was now thrusting so hard, he was sure he was going to come any second. He had made her come! The thought of that and the sight of her moving under him in rhythm was enough to make him go over the edge. He yelled out her name and spilled inside her, shuddering as her second climax hit her, causing her to tighten her hold around him.
They both fell onto a heap on her bed, with Harry on top of her. The bed was now a mess as the sheets were all rumpled up from Hermione's trashing from before and they lay over the two of them, half covering them. Harry thought it was the most erotic scene he had ever seen.
Hermione lay breathing under him, still recovering from her double climax. She felt so good. She turned to face the man who was now beside her, and he had a silly grin on his face. Harry was now stroking her cheek gently, as she rested her head on his arm. It felt so right to be cuddled with Harry like that.
She looked into those pools of green and knew that this was where she'd want to be always.
"I love you" Harry said to her, and placed a soft chaste kiss on her lips.
She smiled gently. "I love you too…" she replied, before nuzzling up to him as they both fell asleep, wrapped up in each other's arms.
