WARNING: This chapter may be a little too steamy for some readers but does not go all the way! All reviews welcome, please keep them coming. DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter, only my own characters. Please read and let me know what you think! Enjoy M. x

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The smell of pancakes wafted through the gap under the door. It hit my nostrils like a ton of bricks and I was soon awake, smiling at the beautiful sight in front of me. Sunrise light beamed through the window, showering Harry and I in an orange glow. Sitting up, I marvelled at how impossibly cute Harry looked. His hair was ruffled and his lips were parted slightly, breathing into the pillow. It was a chilly morning and I wanted nothing more that to stay in bed with harry.

I straddled his hips in my tiny red silk shorts and giggled at Harry asleep. Slowly leaning down, I took Harry's bottom lip in mine. I kissed him, from his mouth to his neck as he started to stir. His eyes lazily fluttered open, widening when he saw me hovering above him. His eyes travelled over me, noticing my position and my pyjamas and grinned, "Am I still dreaming?"

"Yep," I laughed huskily by his ear, taking his lobe between my teeth. "This is all just a dream."

"Good," he agreed, his voice lowering, "because if this wasn't, I wouldn't be able to do this now, would I?" Harry's hands travelled up my bare thighs, his fingertips trailing hot fire against my skin. They slowly came to rest on my hips, rubbing just under my top, "Or this."

Without a seconds warning, Harry sat up and flipped us over, rolling onto me. He pinned me down as I giggled, struggling to get out of his hold. He held my wrists above me head and like I had, straddled my waist. He attacked by neck, nibbling at my skin and kissing every inch of me. Soon my giggles and squawks turned to gasps and, embarrassingly, moans. Harry was smirking at his conquest. I couldn't let him get away with this.

I wrapped my naked smooth legs around his body while he was leaning over me. Pulling at his neck, I'd brought his lips crashing down to mine and soon we didn't care who was 'winning'. Harry brought his hand to my thigh, stroking my skin, almost clawing at it. I'd never seen Harry so passionate before this morning but I was not complaining.

He was drawing out my moans; Harry's heavy breathing was warning my face. He pulled back for a moment, with his free hand he brushed back my tangled hair and gazed into my eyes. Merlin, he was beautiful! It hadn't occurred to me that now, this, could be it. The moment I'd been hoping for a long time, where we'd make love. Slowly, I brought my hand to unbutton the first few of my pyjama buttons, only so he could see the pearly skin by my chest, bordered by my black laced bra.

I stoked his flushed cheek. "Do you want this to happen?"

Harry was back to being caught up in the moment again, kissing the skin I'd just revealed. I had to keep control, trying not to moan under his lips. "Harry, we don't have to do this-"

"I want to," he mumbled, his lips tickling my chest. "God, I want you, Lana. I still can't believe I have you back." His voice was hot and husky, desperate. I felt like I was falling in love all over again. "I need you."

Those three words were all it took for me to rip his shirt over his head, pulling him so close to me. I clutched my body to his, memorising the feel of his chest with the palms of my hands whilst he murmured sweet nothings into my ear. Harry was just as locked in desire as me; I saw lust drip from his beautiful brown eyes like liquid gold. It took him seconds to undo my pyjama top, ripping off two buttons in his hurry, making me giggle whilst I kissed his chest. I saw his eyes study me as I lay there on the soft bed sheets. I felt shy in my tiny silk shorts and black lace bra, but when I blushed Harry sent the colour running when he growled in hunger, kissing from the base of my throat and down my chest, exploring my skin with his expert fingers.

"You're beautiful," he murmured into my skin. "Lana, I love you."

"I love you too, Harry." My reply came out like a whisper as I was so absorbed in the moment. Harry rested his head against my chest, breathing heavily.

He groaned. "God, I want you."

Slowly, my hands travelled down his gorgeous body, daring and hungry, past his naked chest. My eyes were glued to his and suddenly I'd never seen Harry's eyes so full of lust. "I'm here. Take me."

At that, Harry crushed his lips to mine but through our heavy breaths we could hear approaching voices, then a knock on my bedroom door. Harry groaned, furious about being interrupted. Giggling, I pecked his lips then shoved at his naked chest to get him off. I dived under the tangled covers and struggled to put on my pyjama top. The knock came again and the door creaked open.

Thandie walked in, with Fred, George, Hermione and Ron following behind, all of them grinning eagerly to see Harry and I. They had obviously heard from Molly Weasley that things between us had gotten better. Better than better.

Fred had noticed Harry, who was now standing and pulling on his top, was looking very flustered. "Ooo," he whistled out childishly, "did we interrupt something?"

"No," Harry said, a bit too angrily for his normal kind spirit, giving it away. The whole of the group whistled, making me laugh, apart from Hermione. She told them all off for being so childish but I secretly loved it. Nothing like this would have ever happened at the Malfoy Manor. It made me sad to think that I couldn't take Draco with me, clear his name and become proper friends. I'd say the same for Oliver, but I knew deep down, he loved the thrill of killing and could never see life our way. The natural way.

The boys scoffed while Thandie came to plonk herself next to me on the bed. "Everything ok?"

I grinned back her and took her hand in mine. She was like a sister to me and I was still so struck with guilt for putting her through this. "Everything's perfect."

Ronald coughed awkwardly and gave a nod towards the door. "Mum's made some breakfast and we're under orders to get you both downstairs." Hermione moved to pick up the tray from last night's dinner Molly Weasley so kindly made for me.

"We'll give you a minute to get ready," she said, smiling at her friend. I was glad Harry had friends like them. I was happy to know they had looked after him while I was gone. Hermione gestured with her head, ordering everyone to get out while Ron shut the door behind her.

I jumped out of the bed and tackled Harry, causing to laugh when I practically jumped onto his back, wrapping my arms around him. I kissed his neck and mumbled, "Looks like we'll have to finish that later, huh?"

Harry grumbled, kissing my hands that were wound around his neck. Awkwardly he turned his head to look at me.

"To the bathroom, your highness?" He tried to sound posh but was unsuccessful. Giggling, I hooked my legs onto his hips so it was a full piggyback.

"Onwards, my love."

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Hope wasn't too intense or not intense enough for some people! Let me know what you thought of this chapter. Am thinking of writing another HP fanfic so please keep checking my page! Reviews always welcomed and loved! M. x