Sex in a Weird Place

Flashback

Summer 1999

Eve of Graduation

Hermione was enjoying her last day on the grounds as a Hogwarts student with a sweet tea and a good book in hand. A barn owl swooped down and dropped a small piece of parchment on the ground next to her. Opening it, Hermione smiled at the familiar scrawl.

Meet me in the Gryffindor common room, midnight.

Hermione scrunched up the piece of paper and pulled out her wand to set it on fire. Laying back, she picked up the romance novel she was devouring and imagined herself and Harry as the main characters, fantasizing about what her boyfriend had planned for the evening.

Hermione quietly crept down the stairs to the common room. It was empty, and Harry was nowhere in sight. When she was walking over to the sofa to wait when she heard a voice. She looked around wildly, still seeing no one.

"Harry?"

"Hermione, I'm under the cloak." And Harry lifted up the cloak and motioned her to join him underneath.

Hermione ducked under and was suddenly very close. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pressed a kiss to his lips. He gripped her arse, and she wiggled her hips, making him groan.

He pulled away and made sure the cloak was covering their feet. "As much as I would love to have you right here on the common room floor, I have something much better planned."

Hermione bit her lip and nodded.

Harry led her out of the common room and down the staircases to the Entrance Hall. The whole time, Hermione had difficulty keeping her hands to herself. She found herself running her hands over the plains of his abs, and over his lean arms appreciatively. She never thought she would ever be grateful for long hours of Quidditch practice.

Pushing open the front doors, they walked over the grounds, away from Hagrid's hut eventually coming to a stop at the edge of the Black Lake. Harry pulled the cloak off of the both of them, spreading it on the ground. He sat on it, beckoning Hermione to do the same. He pulled her close, and she looked up to admire the beauty of the crescent moon.

"Beautiful."

"It is." Hermione turned and realized Harry had been looking at her. She blushed.

"You're beautiful," he repeated.

She leaned in and pressed a kiss against his lips. He pulled her into his lap, threading his hands through her curls and her hands going around his neck. Harry deepened the kiss, running his tongue along the seam of her mouth until she opened up. The kiss was hard, passionate, even desperate as their teeth clashed together, their tongues dancing.

Hermione pulled back and leaned her forehead on his, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. Harry played with the hem of her blouse, lightly brushing the exposed skin.

"Take it off," she whispered, not caring that they were out in the open on school grounds.

Harry jerked back and raised an eyebrow. "What?"

Hermione smirked. "You heard me, Potter. I know you had plans to shag down here all along, are you going to deny me?"

Harry almost growled. "Never."

He took off her blouse, quickly and roughly, showing the impatience she was feeling. He attacked her chest with fervour, her bra joining her shirt on the ground.

"Hmmm," Hermione hummed as his mouth closed around her nipple. She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him as close as possible. He moved from one breast to the other, never ignoring either as he used his hands to tweak and pull in the absence of his mouth.

Harry eventually pulled away and began to kiss back up her body until his mouth was once more on hers. He manoeuvred Hermione off of his lap and onto the ground, the cloak protecting her from the dirt. He hovered over her as his eyes wandered across her body, almost as if he was memorizing every part of her.

Hermione lifted up her hips and unbuttoned her shorts, slowing pushing them down her legs. Harry raised his eyebrow again, a smirk crossing his lips.

"No, knickers? A little presumptuous, aren't we?"

Hermione laughed. "I know you, that's all."

Harry leaned in for a kiss, his fingers tickling her as they made their way down her body. Finally, they came to a rest on her mound and Hermione bucked her hips up, begging for more.

Hermione broke the kiss. "Please." Impatient, she grabbed his hand and guided it to her clit, exactly where she wanted it.

Harry rubbed her in all the right ways, slowly and in circles at first before speeding up when she was nearing her orgasm. Coming down from the high, Hermione began pulling at Harry's clothes.

"You are wearing far too much."

Harry laughed and pulled off his shirt, exposing the muscles she had become so appreciative of. Hermione sat up, and made quick work of his belt, pushing his trousers and pants down in one swift movement.

She pulled him down on top of her and guided him into her. He slowly thrust in and out, his breathing laboured.

"Gods, Hermione. I'm not going to last long."

She placed both of her hands on his arse. "Fuck me, Harry."

And he did, hard.