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A/N: Okay guys, all of your patience is going to pay off in this chapter! Say hello to the lemons!

By the time Harry and Hermione left their private paradise it was nearing lunch time. Deciding that food was a necessity the couple made their way to the Great Hall. Hermione noticed that whenever they were close to each other there was an unconscious desire to touch the other person. Even a playful hip bump or brushing of fingers was enough to send fire through her veins and she could feel Harry experiencing the same things.

Harry looked at her evilly from under his dark lashes, Makes you wonder what tonight is going to be like, doesn't it? She smiled broadly with just a hint of pink tinting her cheeks at the man beside her. There was no point in saying it hadn't crossed her mind, because he already knew it had. He squeezed her hand gently and they shared a moan at the waves of desire that crashed onto their jagged hormonal shores. 'Mione…

"Harry," came her fevered response. She pulled him into a secluded alcove and as he pressed himself against her she nearly passed out from the lust and love that was threatening to overtake her. His soft lips melted against hers and she was lost. Every slight tilt of his head or nibble of her lips was perfection – she experienced every sensation from her end, as well as Harry's and the combined stimulus was her undoing. As Harry unconsciously thrust his hips against her core she exploded screaming his name in her head. Harry felt her orgasm as his own, but it was ten times more intense than anything he had ever felt alone, and he came seconds after with such power that he literally blacked out. When he came to he discovered he was still holding Hermione up and he had moved slightly so he was leaning against the wall to keep from falling down.

"Good gods, Hermione." His breath was coming out in ragged pants, "All we did was kiss – how the hell are we going to do more?" She shook her head in a dazed fog. She was still without the ability to speak; Harry's orgasm had thrown her violently over the brink a second time and she was still recovering.

After a long period of time they heard voices in the hallway, so with effort they managed to right themselves and cast a Cleansing Charm before they resumed their walk to the hall. Once they were seated and food appeared on their plates, they tucked in heartily. Nothing like the most powerful orgasm ever to work up an appetite. They shared a mental grin as the thought crossed their minds. Halfway during lunch Hermione looked at Harry's cuff and exclaimed, "Oh my god, Harry! Look at your cuff."

He looked at his wrist to see that it was emitting a small aura of light and when he concentrated on it, he could feel it pulsating in time with his heartbeat. Harry closed his eyes and focused solely on feeling it pulse and then the pulse became stronger, but it was slightly different. As he followed the difference he felt Hermione's hand and then felt his way internally through her body to her beating heart and he realized that their hearts were beating in tandem. The unicorn ring allowed him to feel her body, inside and out, the way she did and by focusing on the cuff he could time their hearts to beat together.

Harry, this is amazing. I can feel your heart and mine at the same time…it's incredible. He opened his eyes to look at her as he was assaulted with emotion. She was near tears, but she looked happy. I am happy – they are happy tears. I love you.

I love you, too. Ready to go? Hermione nodded and they quickly left the hall behind. As the couple practically ran from the room, Albus and Minerva shared a knowing look. Minerva was still not happy with the arrangement, but she knew there was no way they could go back now, they were irrevocably connected and the connection was too strong to deny. She sighed heavily and tried to banish the thoughts of what her star pupils were doing.

They scampered to the Gryffindor tower instead of their garden. There were things that needed to be done first. With a squeeze of fingers and a small sigh, Harry and Hermione separated to their dorms to prepare. Hermione jumped in the shower to wash away the residual stickiness and sweat left behind from the Cleansing Charm, using her favorite Muggle soap and vanilla scented body wash. When she was done she used a Hair Remover Spell she learned from Lavender and she was suddenly very glad for the tip as she passed her wand over her legs, under her arms and used it to carefully trim her nether regions. She wasn't going to go bare because then she would feel like a girl and she wanted to feel like a woman with Harry. Crookshanks sat on her bed watching his mistress run around making her preparations and purred.

Harry was suddenly very grateful for the shopping trip he took with Hermione last summer to Muggle London. She had dragged him into this store filled with scented body washes and lotions, but his attempts to escape were foiled when she reached the men's section and practically melted at the musky-woodsy scented men's wash in her hands. He bought it then and there, hoping he would have a chance to use it one day, and now he was rubbing it almost reverently across his body with a grin. Hopping out of the shower he shaved and grabbed some clean clothes before running downstairs like a man possessed.

When he reached the common room it was empty, except for a piece of parchment floating in the air by the portrait. Meet you in paradise. HG. Merlin, she was going to kill him with anticipation! He ran to the Room of Requirement. When he reached the doors he paused to catch his breath and calm his racing heart. I know you can hear me Hermione, but I must admit that I am terrified of what you have hiding behind that door. He was sure he heard her laugh. As he walked inside he was met with a new paradise.

A large four poster bed was situated to the right of the room and a fire was blazing in the hearth. And Hermione, oh 'Mione, was standing next to the fireplace in a short indigo colored nightie. It complimented her dark hair and creamy skin to perfection and he was desperate to touch and taste it all night long. Then why don't you? His surprise only lasted a second before he crossed the room and was kissing her with a passion he didn't think he could control.

Her moans and gasps only spurred him on as his lips left hers to travel down her neck to her shapely shoulders. I had no idea shoulders could be sexy until tonight. Her throaty laugh brought his lips against hers again until her small hands gently pushed him back a couple of paces. He watched her face clouded with lust and want as she began to pull his shirt over his head. When the offending garment was gone Hermione ran her fingers softly against his chest, across his shoulders, down his arms and back again. It was driving him mad because he desperately wanted her to move lower.

She grinned evilly as the thought crossed his mind before she gave in and ran her hand down his chest and traced his abs. "Oh Harry, I'm-" He grabbed her by the wrist abruptly.

"Yes you are, 'Mione. You are gorgeous – don't say otherwise." She nervously bit her lip as she reached for the hem of her neglige. Harry gasped when he realized her intention and almost lost his mind as inch by inch her milky skin was revealed. When it lay in a puddle on the floor Harry drank in every part of her perfect body. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly in her anxiety, but once Harry caressed her cheek all her fears were laid to rest. She could feel how he felt about her and it left her in awe. His hands reverently began to explore and she was becoming overwhelmed. Before the thought was fully formed Harry had picked her up and laid her across the bed.

Harry wasn't thinking, he was working on instinct and desire. He moved his hands across her flat stomach and up to her beautiful breasts. They were slightly more than a handful with delicate pink tips that were already hardening in anticipation. He took one of them in his mouth and groaned at the sensations they were experiencing. Immediately, Hermione's hands were tangled in his dark hair pulling him closer to her, but it was frustrating that it wasn't what she needed. Harry kissed his way to the other breast while his fingers were softly caressing her legs. More, she needed more!

Harry chuckled. Impatient? Can't I seduce you? He saw her dark eyes flashing in the firelight.

No. I need you. He tsked and began to slowly kiss his way lower. Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods…

Calm down, 'Mione. It's me and I love you so goddamed much. Please, I want you to enjoy it.

I am enjoying it Harry, that's what scares me. He could feel it – underneath her lust and need there was a tangible fear of the unknown. He was trying to make her feel so good she wouldn't feel the pain. She laughed softly, It's not the physical pain that scares me. It's this insatiable need to have you. I am a control freak, Harry and losing myself, even for a moment of pure bliss is terrifying.

He stopped kissing her body and leaned over her. As he stared down to look at the witch who had so ensnared his soul he spoke. "I know, 'Mione. It scares me too, but we are right. You couldn't wear that ring if we weren't meant to be." They glanced to see the rainbows dancing across the walls and he was relieved to see her small smile. "Now please, stop thinking and just feel tonight. Feel how right we are for each other." She could feel his promises in the soft kiss he planted on her lips.

Hermione surprised him by reaching out and grabbing him by the belt. "Off." He grinned broadly at her insistence and quickly undid his belt and shimmied out of his pants. "Those too. We need to even the playing field, don't you think?" He was sure that his boxer briefs had burned to ash at the predatory look she was giving him. "I can cast Incendio, but I want to keep the best part intact," she responded.

He laughed richly at her coy attitude. "Incorrigible, Miss Granger. How should I punish such flippancy?" Their seductive banter was making him painfully hard and she noticed.

"Hmmm, I think any punishment you have for me would be too enjoyable to be called such." That was it – he stood up quickly and shoved his boxers off and kicked them who knew where. With a growl he situated himself above her beautiful smirking face.

"I know just what to do with you – punishment be damned." She groaned and arched her chest against his and he responded by thrusting his sizeable length against her thigh.

Her eyes danced with mirth as she said, "My, my Harry. Is that a wand in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"

Without missing a beat he replied, "Oh, it's my wand Hermione and let me tell you it has a magic all of its own. And right now it really, really wants to show you." Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as he rubbed himself against her again.

"Show me, Harry." Her voice was barely above a whisper and raw with desire and it took all of his control not to lose it. He positioned himself between her thighs and watched her face as he slid home.

"Fuck…"

"Shit…"

He paused to adjust to the incredible warmth and tightness and to keep from drowning in the rush of more emotions then there were names for. There was a strangled voice in his head, Keep going, Harry. You have to break it so we can keep going.

With a quick nod he pushed past her barrier and he felt the sharp pain in his gut at the same second as Hermione. Within seconds the pain had dulled and Hermione rocked back into him. Show me, Harry. His brain died as she repeated her challenge and he moved inside her.

Fuuuuuck. You are incredible, 'Mione. I love you…fuck!

Oh Merlin! Harry…right there! I love you, I love you…holyfuckingshit!

He chuckled to hear her swear. It was sexy – she was sexy. He watched her writhe underneath him with her eyes barely open, lips open in silent ecstasy, her hair a tangled, sweaty gorgeous mess. He groaned and closed his eyes. Hermione was admiring the handsome man above her. Eyes shut in pleasure, his jaw clenching and unclenching in his fight for control, with beads of perspiration forming on his chest.

Suddenly, his thumb found her button and rubbed against it. She nearly came unglued, her back arched off the bed and her hands fisted in the sheets. Without warning she reached out and pinched one of his nipples, hard, and they both screamed.

"Hermione!"

"Harry!"

It felt like he was free falling. He wasn't sure if he would ever touch down again and he wasn't sure he wanted to. Hermione for her part felt more alive than ever. It was like her nerves were outside of her skin and just the whisper of fabric against her sensitive body was sending her into aftershocks. Harry collapsed next to her, breathing heavily and sweating profusely, but Hermione knew that he had never looked more delicious. He smiled tenderly at her thought.

I wish you could see yourself the way I just did, 'Mione. You are a goddess. Aphrodite should be jealous.

Thank you, Harry. I love you.

Harry had regained his voice during their silent conversation and he really wanted to vocalize his response after they had made love. "I love you too, Hermione. Only you – forever." At first he was scared to see the tears on her face until he brushed them away and they made sense. "That good, huh?"

She smacked him. "Yes, you know it was. I can't help it – my nerves feel like they are on the outside of my skin and it was so incredibly emotional…that's the only way I can explain why I'm crying." He pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear and ran his thumb along her jaw lovingly.

"I understand, Hermione. It was just as…god, there aren't words for what it was. It was you and me and it was mind-blowing."

"Earth shattering." She had stopped crying and was smiling brightly. With a laugh he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him. As she snuggled against him he registered that her bare breasts were pressed against him, but all he could think about in that moment was how much he loved the brilliant, beautiful witch in his arms. They were sweaty and sticky and neither of them cared. It was perfect.

"Oh my god, Harry! Look!" Her finger was trembling from weakness but she was able to point out the golden bubble that had appeared around the bed, protecting the two sweaty people in the middle of the mattress. Harry lifted his wrist and saw the golden threads that were attached to the bubble coming from the cuff.

"Wow, Hermione, this is incredible. I thought it was only supposed to protect me though?" He looked at Hermione questioningly. She seemed to be deep in thought.

"It might be because it's feeding off the magic of the unicorn ring. Or it could be extra encompassing right now because we both willingly gave our virginity tonight. I know that when a witch willingly gives herself for a magical reason that it amplifies whatever magic is involved." They absorbed the information for a couple of minutes. "I'm not sure, of course, so we'll just have to see how it reacts and I'll do some research."

He smiled, "Of course you will." He laughed as she playfully punched his arm. They laid together in silence for quite some time when Harry felt his eyes get heavy. "We should go, Hermione." The only response was the sound of her soft breathing. "Hermione?" Her hair had fallen across her face like a veil and when he pushed it aside he saw that she was sound asleep. Shaking his head slightly with a smile, he adjusted her under the sheets and crawled beside her. With a tender kiss on her forehead Harry closed his eyes and fell asleep beside his soul mate.

A/N: Please R/R! Hope it met everyone's expectations. It didn't feel right to make their first time really graphic, but now that they done the deed there will be more opportunities for detail later. Cheers!