I'm back! :)

One last thing. I just want to inform everyone, this story was not written just to get these two characters in the sack; sex was not the point to this story. I hope this does not turn you away, however, I must forewarn you, this chapter is M rated.

I thought I would die that day.

But, of course, I was wrong.

As I stand in the hall, the darkness that surrounds me seems to constrict. It blocks my sight, closes my throat and threatens to eat away at my skin.

As far as I am concerned, I'm alone; except for Ron's words that relentlessly bounce around in my head.

"They're sleeping together, dad! That Death Eater and Hermione!"

It is all I can hear; nothing can erase those words. I feel my body stiffen and turn to ice. I want so badly to scream; to tear into his bedroom and defend myself.

I had done nothing of the sort; I had not slept with you, nor were we sleeping together. Not yet anyway but that was my only defense; without that, he would have been right and I would have had nothing to fight with.

You knew something was wrong, for you had heard the same as I; but things like this, they don't bother you; you've always loved a good fight, you strive off controversy. The same words I heard formed differently in your head and their consequences do not register. As far as you were concerned, everything was fine. I had felt that maybe you thought it not wrong for the rest to know; that this is how it should have been from the beginning. And perhaps you were right, maybe I shouldn't had tried so hard to keep us hidden but you can't blame me for my hesitance, Bella…

I'd never been with another woman before, nor did I ever think I would. It was hard, falling in love with you; not so much the You aspect of it but more the Me aspect.

-I had always been so sure of myself; I knew exactly who I was, until you came around. You destroyed everything I thought to be normal, to be right. You opened up a door inside me that I never knew I had and a part of me wonders what life would have been like had it never been discovered; if I'd be in the situation I am in now. Perhaps if you had never come around, if we had managed to escape the Snatchers that brought me to you, I'd be sitting happily right now, in the comfort of Ron's arms...

I'm not saying I regret you but I'll always wonder how my life could have turned out.-

My blood begins to boil; I am so angry I cannot even form words. You are still behind me; your chin rests on my shoulder. I feel your curls caress my cheek as you turn your mouth to my ear.

"Forget him, Love…" you whisper; your breath like a soft spring breeze.

I want to tell you that I can't; that he has done irreversible damage; that we're both waist deep in shit. But of course, I don't. I would never…

I find my tongue and twist it into a chunky sentence.

"We're-in so much trouble, Bella…"

I hear you chuckle; you find my troubled state of mind amusing. I do not see the humor in our situation.

"You worry too much. Let the brat say what he wants…." You whisper again, trailing your tongue lightly up my neck.

I can't suppress the shiver that runs through me; or the heat that settles below my belt.

"Who'd believe him?" you say finally.

You make a good point.

I do not respond to your comment and so you turn the doorknob with a firm grip. The door swings open and I feel myself being steered inside. I'm surprised I can actually move; my legs are stiff as if they're made of lead but then your hands find their way to my hips and instantly I melt; my whole body is made of water at this point and I'm afraid I might fall apart. In fact, I'm sure I would, if it weren't for your hands holding me together…

You kick the door closed and now, we are alone. I keep my eyes closed and try to calm. Your smell helps greatly and I allow it to fill me up; trying to focus on nothing but the faint scent of cigarettes and roses.

I feel this is it. After all that Ron has said, after being interrupted so many times… in this moment, I can feel our own begin to unfold and my legs begin to shake with anticipation.

Your fingers trail up my arms and in their path, my skin begins to prickle. Your mouth is back, whispering in my ear.

"Relax, Hermione…You don't have to be afraid. I don't bite…hard…" You tease, chucking lightly. My stomach flips, I let out an airy breath. This may be the first time in which you say my name; it drives me mad.

I want to reply but my mind draws a blank and before I know it, you have me on our bed. My legs hang over the edge, just barely touching the hardwood below. You get into your favorite position as I try to stay conscious.

Your legs hold tight to my sides and my hands instinctively settle on your hips; your arms standing like great pillars next to my head. We haven't even done anything yet but both of us are breathing heavy. There is too much excitement in this room.

Finally, I find myself.

"I-I don't know…" I mutter weakly, "Ron…"

You lean in, your lips mere centimeters from mine. I want to focus on your eyes but I find my own pinned to the readiness of your mouth; I lick my lips and feel my own begin to water.

"Forget about him. He's nothing and you know it." You say defensively; I have a feeling that my reluctance to touch you because of my former boyfriend, who sits only right across the hall, is starting to gnaw at you.

I know there is nothing I can do to get myself out of your grip, even if I wanted to. I know that tonight you're getting what you want, even if I were to protest.

"He's already said you'd done it…so, why not do it, then?" you say, a playful half smile forming on your lips.

I want to reply but it seems you have some bizarre control over my body; it does what you want it to, when you want it to but when I find myself needing it to focus for my own benefit, it falls flat.

All I know is that you have made yet another good point. Damn you and your logic…

Your smile never fades and I watch as you slip your wand out from the band that you keep wrapped around your thigh. You point it at the door and mutter a soft spell. I know this spell and instantly I am plunge back into nervousness.

The spell you've used locks our door and keeps all sounds from the inside, out. No one will be able to hear us, nor will they be able to barge in and catch us doing something we shouldn't be doing.

"There we are…" you say, focusing back on me, "No more interruptions." You waste no time; you need this and I'm beginning to feel I may need it, too.

This kiss is something I've never experienced before. I keep a firm grip on the frills of your dress as I try to keep pace with your lips. You've got a hand holding my chin in place; you have full control. I do not fight against you; I know how it could turn out if I try.

I feel your teeth bite down on my bottom lip, pulling out of me, a deep aching moan. I hate you for that. Hearing myself enjoy physical pleasure always distracts me. I've always managed to keep silent with Ron but apparently with you, I have no choice.

"Oh…have I found your sweet spot?" You whisper into my neck, which you lightly nip.

I want to participate; I want to make you feel good too but once again, I've never done this before. I have no idea where to start; you seem to have a lot of experience. This tells me, I am not the first woman you have slept with.

I watch as you sit up; your chest rises and falls in haste, as does mine. Your smile does not fade as your fingers begin to unlace the bodice of your dress.

For some reason, this is when my motor kicks in. I sit up, never once looking from your eyes. I see lust in them; swirling and building within the depth of your black pools. I lift a pair of shaking hands to the lace, pulling slowly. It loosens and the straps from your dress slip past your shoulders, revealing glowing white skin. It is though you are made of porcelain. I am almost afraid to touch you any further, in fear you might break.

You take your hands and curl your fingers over the bust of the dress; pulling slowly. You're leaving me time to decide if this is what I really want; and even though I know I really have no choice, I appreciate the gesture, nonetheless.

I reach up and gently push your hands away, replacing them with my own; I'm telling you I want this, I need this.

Finally, it slips past your chest, revealing for the first time, a perfect pair of breasts; Of course I am biased, I have nothing to compare them to.

I'm overwhelmed; I can't help but take my hands back, bracing my weight with my arms. You chuckle; I feel you had forgotten how innocent I was.

"It's okay, Love…There's really no rush… We've got all the time in the world." You assure me, lightly trailing your fingers up the skin on my arms. I feel that your words only hold a slight truth.

I look up to you, hoping my flush cheeks aren't noticeable within the darkness of the room.

"I know…I just, don't know what it is I am doing…" I admit, feeling slightly foolish. I know this bit of information must be a turn off; I would not be surprised if you didn't want to continue.

I watch as you lift your hand to my cheek, brushing your fingers gently across it.

"It is quite obvious but I am not worried about such petty things." You tell me sweetly, grabbing hold of my still shaking hands and pulling them up to your bosom.

The contact drags breath out from both of us.

You are so soft, so smooth… like nothing I've ever felt.

"See?" you say in between breaths, "Wasn't so hard…"

I look up to you, my eyes wide with awe. Everything about you I find beautiful. There are no blemishes, you have no faults…

Slowly you lean in, closing the distance between us once more. My eyes are closed, as are yours; we focus on only each other, nothing matters anymore.

I am not worried about being discovered. I am not concerned with what it might mean to have you naked in my bed. Age is only a number and status does not exist.

I tangle my hands within your hair; the curls falling over me in thick black locks; I'm losing myself in you and I'm loving it. You take this time and start on me. I hardly notice until you've lifted my shirt over my head. This makes me nervous. You've had years to develop, to grow in to a proper woman; whereas I still have the physique of a much younger girl. But it doesn't seem like that matters to you; I do not feel that you are judging me based on my appearance. I take a breath of relief, allowing you to unhook my bra. I watch as you toss it to the floor and subconsciously, I cross my arms over my chest; keeping myself hidden from your eyes.

"None of that, now." You say, softly pulling my arms away. We keep our eyes locked; I feel a gentle pressure on my shoulders and slowly I go down, flat on my back. You shower me in kisses; my neck my chest, my lips…until finally, your mouth makes its way to one of my nipples. This is not an unfamiliar feeling; however, I have grown used to the rough surface of Ron's chin.

I can't help the noises I make, I try to stifle them but they tear through my throat as you bite down. I can feel your smile and it travels downwards. I look to you but find you are preoccupied with the belt that is tightly fastened around my waist.

You are trying your hardest at keeping a slow pace, for my sake but I can't help but feel we are still moving too quick.

"W-wait…" I say, sitting up. My pants have already been undone by this point and you continue to nip at the sensitive skin right above the band of my panties. It sends shivers up through my core; making my attempts to slow you down, extremely difficult.

Finally, you look up and see my disheveled expression.

"What is it?" you say with a sly smile. I take a deep breath, trying my best to form a sentence.

"Don't you think we're moving a bit fast?" I ask timidly. You cock your head to the side, an eye brow raised in thought.

"Why, not at all. In fact," You say, crawling back toward me. I'm on my back again, looking up into your eyes, "I feel we are moving quite slow. Why don't we pick it up a bit?" You say without giving me time to answer. I forget my argument the moment your tongue enters my mouth. I knew you weren't telling the whole truth; there was a rush, not to get to the finish line but to the main event, yes.

-You were not rough with me, nor was your touch invasive in any way. I wanted this, all of this; I only needed the push, which is what you gave me.-

I can't help myself, or the moan that rips from my throat as we continue with our kiss. I keep my eyes closed; trying my best to stay clear headed and focused. That quickly fades when I noticed the hand that slips into my pants. You are not shy, this much I have learned and fairly quick. I feel pain but as soon as it comes, it is gone; you have left bite marks on my collar bone.

I look to them and then to you; you've drawn blood.

This sparks something new inside me; the pain, the bruises you've left, it excites me and I find I'm needing more. This is strange for me but I decide to play on it.

I push on your shoulders, feeling the absence of your hand and watch as you sit on your knees.

"What is it?" you say breathlessly, wiping away my saliva from the corner of your mouth. I am silent for a moment, watching the bruise you have given me darken in shades. My eyes find yours and this, Bella, is the moment you changed me.

It wasn't the mark left of my skin that pulled me free, it was more than that. You showed me so many sides to myself I didn't know I had. In this moment, I realized it was you I wanted; from that point on, nothing would be the same. You were mine and I, yours; nothing would change that. Not even time, unfortunately.

I sit up, my fingers lightly caressing the raised edges of your bite marks. I wipe away the blood on the sheets and take my other hand around the back of your neck.

"My turn." I say with a new confidence. I pull you toward me; I am rough and rushed as we lean into another kiss. This time, it is you who is on their back; I take this opportunity to learn the curves of your body. I travel downwards, hastily untying the lace to the rest of your bodice. I tear it off and let it fall to the floor; you're breathing heavy and watching me with a wicked smile. I mirror it and start on the skirt of the dress; it is off in seconds. There, I stop and take in your naked form. It is so unfamiliar and yet, completely natural.

Our situation is a difficult one for me to decipher; I never thought I was gay, not even now and I never thought that what we had was about that. I feel that human beings take sexual orientation too seriously; gender is irrelevant when it comes to love. These thoughts help me to move on to the next step and with that, I lean down and lick my way down to your navel; loving the responses you give me. I feel your fingers weave their way into my hair, aggressively tugging at it every now and then. This tells me, what I am doing is pleasing you.

After a few moments of my relentless teasing, you prop yourself on your elbows. I look to you, a shameless smile gracing my face. Even through that dark I can tell you're flushed; your chest rises and falls with greedy breaths.

"Seriously, girl, are you trying to kill me?" you ask, falling back into the pillows. I can't help but laugh, I had barley even touched you and I was already driving you mad; this makes my stomach bubble and my skin prickle with excitement.

Before I continue, I realize I had never done anything like this before but then I think, what would I like? I know what I like, what Ron would do that would drive me insane. I decide to start there, enough foreplay.

I set in, nervously pushing your legs apart; I can hear you sigh with relief. You are aching as I am and the waiting has made it almost painful. I travel down your thighs, only stopping for a bite or brief kiss on them.

This was what I am most afraid of, having to please you orally. I didn't think I could do it but as I hover above you, your arousal thick and sweet, I can't help but find I am eager to taste you. My hair fans out on your stomach and your nails dig into the back of my neck, unable to wait any longer. I close my eyes and timidly, I continue.

Why, it isn't bad at all and the praises I am getting from you make my head swirl; I proceed with greed. My hand holds firm on your hip, keeping you in place; your own have moved from my neck to the sheets; you're beginning to lose control but I wonder if it is all for show; if you are acting this way to make me feel better, surely I can't be that good.

I smile nonetheless; taking a curious finger and incorporating it into the mix of things. I'm guessing I have done right, seeing as I've got you making noises that should wake the house.

Perhaps another? You are my experiment tonight, Bella. I will use you and test your boundaries until I am sure I had a most exceptional method.

After weeks of trying to snuff out the sexual tension between us and then finally being able to act on those feelings, it doesn't take long before you reach your peek. It is invigorating and I lick at you until you've quite literally pushed me away.

You have me by the hair and as you sit up, you pull me forward, taking my lips in yours. We're both out of breath, sweating and tired but every nerve on my body tingles, aches and burns from your touch and the anticipation of what is to come.

"You say you've never done this before?" You ask breathlessly, looking at me through heavily lidded eyes. I can see the exhaust on your face and in the pale moonlight, your skin glows from the sheen of sweat covering you body. I bite down on my lip, unable to keep from smiling.

"No, never…" I say, trying to hide my pleasure from the words you spoke.

You fall back and let out a draw out sigh, trying to normalize your breathing.

"No wonder Ginger is nervous." You say with a chuckle, "I wouldn't want to share you either…"

I try to ignore your comment and climb in next to you. You allow the pressure of my head to rest on your shoulder and absentmindedly, I draw circles with my finger on your stomach. I can see the goose bumps rise on your skin from my touch, this pleases me further and as I look up to you, expecting our romp to continue, I find you already fast asleep.

I prop myself up, having to get a better look. I won't lie and say I didn't expect something different but I have grow quite used to this; what with Ron out cold as soon as he is finished.

I don't hold it against you, instead, I merely take in your sleeping form; allowing the corner of my mouth to lift into a half smile. I kick off my pants and reapply my bra, taking my former place on your shoulder. I guess I am more tired then I thought because I too am fast asleep before my eyes can fully close.