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The next morning Harry woke early, smiling as he saw the way Hermione was wrapped around him, clinging to him in her sleep. He loved this time of day, when it was just the two of them and stress of the previous day was a distant memory and the coming day's events had yet to start. He felt a sense of peace in this time of day, here in this bed, with this woman. His woman.
And then, as that thought flitted through his head, the scene in the common room came back to him. Part of him couldn't believe that Ron had been so stupid as to say something like that. Part of him realized that Ron was an imbicile and would forever get himself into trouble by opening his mouth.
He knew that he would have to talk to Hermione when she woke, she would want to know why he had reacted so violently to the words of a moron; especially since that moron had been their best friend.
Sighing softly, secure in the knowledge that Hermione would rather face things head on than avoid them, he kissed her head softly. "Time to wake up, beautiful." Harry whispered, running a hand up her bare back.
"Hmmm?" She murmured, nuzzling into his chest, causing him to laugh softly.
"It's morning." He said, coaxing the girl in his arms to wakefulness. "I thought that we could have a nice breakfast in here before classes."
"No eggs?" the brunette asked sleepily.
"No, no eggs, love." Harry said, fighting a laugh at how absolutely adorable she was.
"Mkay…" she said, pulling herself up into a sitting position. "And don't think you're off the hook after last night." She said as she stretched.
"I wouldn't dream of it." He replied, watching her body as she stretched, the arching of her back doing interesting things to his groin. "On second thought…" He said huskily, moving closer to her. "I might just eat you for breakfast." He said teasingly before taking one of her nipples into his mouth.
A soft moan escaped her lips as she slid her hands into his hair, biting her bottom lip softly. "Mmm and her I thought you had your fill of me last night." She whispered teasingly, her fingers working their way over his scalp.
"Mmm 'Mione." He said, releasing her nipple with a soft pop. "I'll never get enough of you." Taking her nipple back into his mouth he swirled his tongue around it teasingly. Looking up into her eyes as he sucked and licked at her sensitive flesh, he reached up, taking the other breast into his hand, teasing her nipple between his fingers.
Those words, said low and husky, almost growling with need sent a shiver up the girl's spine.
Harry smiled as he felt her shudder under his ministrations. Gently, he pushed her back, laying her down once more. With one last, hard suck he released her nipple and began to work up. With gentle kisses and teasing licks he moved up over the swell of her breast, biting lightly at her collar bone before continuing up her neck. He stopped for just a moment to nip at her earlobe before kissing along her jaw. Finally, reaching his destination, he kissed her lips; gently at first, showing her all the care he had for her. Soon, though, he lost the battle of wills and their sweet kiss descended into a battle of lips and tongues, pouring all of the passion they both felt into that connection.
Harry shifted to lay between her legs, his need for her evident, his cock pressing against her wet slit, teasing both of them. Then Hermione shifted against him, rubbing herself up against him and his self-control snapped. Reaching down between them, he took hold of himself, teasingly rubbing the head of his length along her wet lower lips, brushing over her clit and drawing a moan from her lips.
"What do you want?" He asked teasingly, just barely pushing the tip into her before withdrawing and once again teasing her with the sliding against her lips.
"Please…. Please Harry?" She begged, body trembling with need.
"Please what?" He asked, dipping his head down to bite at her neck gently as his cock once again brushed against her clit.
"Please take me!" She begged, shifting her hips up against his, asking with body and words for what she so desperately needed. Tilting her head to the side, giving him better access, she whispered the words he needed to hear. "Please Harry, make love to me."
"Your wish is my command." He whispered as he slid into her, sheathing himself fully in her warm body.
A ragged moan fell from Hermione's lips, her head falling back in pleasure as she felt herself filled with his member, her inner walls stretching deliciously to accommodate his large size.
He took his time, slowly working himself in and out of her. This was not a rough mating; not a fast, need-fueled fuck. This was a slow burning passion. He needed her, needed all of her; need to show her the depth of what he felt and the sincerity of how she affected him.
He took her as she asked. He made love to her, deeply, passionately, slowly savoring each touch and each thrust into her accepting body.
Soon he felt the telltale sign that she was nearing the end, he could feel her slit tightening around him, pulsing as he pushed himself into her again and again. That knowledge sent him closer to the edge himself. He needed this, needed to feel her fall apart around him.
Reaching down between them once more, he brushed his thumb over her clit, rubbing it in slow, lazy circles as he continued to move in and out of her.
This touch was almost too much for her. A scream tore from her throat as she climaxed, her inner walls clenching tight around his cock, squeezing and pulsing as they both rode out her orgasm.
Feeling her like this was too much for him to handle, his end following hers as he spilled himself deep inside her, filling her with his essence; marking her, once again, as his and only his.