AN: Did you miss me? Are you ready? It's the big one guys!

Hi oh my god I'm so sorry about the long wait on this chapter! Lots has been happening IRL for me lately and this fic had to take a backseat for a while. And also this is my first time writing very lemony smut so please be kind, I did my best to make this as satisfying as possible given the 99k words of build up (wow whoops this fic was supposed to be 10 chapters!). As always, thank you to everyone who has miraculously stuck around this long and for every review, favorite, etc. I actually do read every review! Your words are really the only things keeping me writing sometimes, so this one is for you!

I won't make you wait any more. GIRD YOUR LOINS Y'ALL.


Changing Scenery

Chapter 28: Sweet

Draco's last words from their conversation the day before repeated in Hermione's mind as she found her footing after Apparating to Harry's flat. She wasn't quite sure how they'd Apparated without Splinching themselves or getting arrested, but they had and now they were standing inside Harry's dark flat.

They stood near the Manor gates, Draco's wing still around her shoulders, keeping away the November chill. She'd mentioned that she and Harry had a date the next evening and he'd grown pink in a way that had nothing to do with the cold air.

"Look, I don't want to presume anything but I just want you to know that whatever happens between you and Harry is fine with me."

"What?"

He shrugged a shoulder. "Knowing you two, you'll just end up on the sofa drinking tea, but there's been enough miscommunication and I just thought I'd let you know. That I wouldn't mind, that is."

Hermione stared at him for a long moment, baffled. Slowly, his meaning sunk in and her cheeks flushed deep red.

"We're not…we haven't. I mean, that's not – it's just a date."

Draco nodded. "Right, so you said. But just in case your 'just a date' gets a bit more interesting than some snogging on the doorstep, I wanted you to know that it doesn't bother me."

"Are you giving us permission to shag?"

"Not in so many words, but essentially, yes."

Hermione choked. "I'll keep that in mind."

Staring at Harry, out of breath and, if she were honest, more turned on than she'd ever been in her whole life, all she could think was that there was nothing stopping them from finally being together.

"So…"

"Yeah."

They stared at each other for a long moment and then Harry was pushing her up against the closed door and his mouth was on hers. She gasped and he slipped his tongue inside, tracing the roof of her mouth and sending shivers down her spine. In her heels they were very nearly the same height and she gripped his shoulders, feeling the strength there. She slid one hand up into the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging lightly and digging her nails in. He responded by pressing her harder against the door and reaching down to hitch one of her legs up around his hip. She could feel his cock where they were pressed together and it made her gasp into his mouth.

He pulled away for a moment, letting her get in a shuddering breath, before he started kissing down her neck. He bit lightly on the curve of her shoulder before sucking what was sure to be an impressive mark into her neck. She gripped his bicep with the hand not tangled in his hair, only barely realizing that they were both still fully clothed, cloaks and all.

She pushed the cloak off his shoulders and then managed to get both of her hands between them to undo the clasp holding it together, letting it drop to the floor. Not for the first time, she was annoyed by wizard fashion when her hands encountered his robe instead of his shirt, or, better, skin.

"Good idea," he murmured, his lips brushing against her skin. He started undoing the buttons on her cloak, letting her leg drop back down to the floor. She stood on shaky legs as they undressed each other. Once her cloak was off, she was left in her dress and heels, so she focused on getting his robe off and then started unbuttoning his shirt. She kept getting distracted by his hands as they traced over her hips and then lower to her arse but she managed to get it undone.

She ran her hands up his bare chest when she finally pushed his shirt off, feeling the lean muscles ripple. She heard him take a shaky breath and she looked up at him. He was staring down at her with something like awe mixed with a healthy amount of lust.

He lifted a hand to cup her jaw gently. "Hermione," he breathed. It seemed for a moment like he might say something more but he leaned down and kissed her instead.

It was different kissing him now, with so little between them. Even though the night had flown by, it felt like they'd been heading toward this moment for weeks. She moaned into his mouth as he ran a hand up her thigh deliberately, catching the silk of her dress on the way up until he was cupping her arse with one hand and her dress was bunched up to her hips.

Harry groaned as he slipped his hand between her legs.

"Of course you're wearing lace knickers."

She giggled and then moaned as his hand slid up and a finger pressed against her slit. She spared a moment to wonder if she was, perhaps, too ready, and then decided there was no such thing.

Her breath caught as two fingers started moving over her clit. "Harry."

"God, Hermione." He sounded almost awed and then he was pressing against her even harder – everywhere, from his fingers to his hips to his mouth – as he kissed her with bruising intensity.

She trembled as she kissed him back, the movements of his fingers sending lightning skittering up her spine. The friction of the lace against her clit was better than she could have imagined when she'd slipped them on while getting ready. She'd thought they might make her more ready, more prepared to face the evening. She had not anticipated quite how much.

Her hips jerked, chasing his fingers when he drew back for a moment but she groaned in approval when they returned a moment later, this time accompanied by one finger sliding lower to press against her slit through her knickers. He teased her for a long moment before his finger slipped inside her knickers, pressing against her gently for a moment before pushing inside.

"Oh."

"Okay?"

Hermione nodded shakily. "Yes, please, Harry."

He started thrusting his finger, using the others to rub against her clit until she was writhing against him, chasing the tight, jittery feeling building up in her chest. She was caught off guard by her orgasm, gasping his name as the high crashed over her. It had been so long since she'd had one with another person that she'd forgotten what it felt like not to know exactly when it would happen.

"God, Hermione." He sounded almost as wrecked as she felt as he pulled his hand away, her knickers snapping gently back into place.

He didn't pull away, instead, he lifted the hand that he'd used to bring her off up to his mouth, licking off his fingers. The other hand still cupped her arse. He shifted his grip slightly and then suddenly he was swinging her up into his arms.

"Harry!" She wrapped her arms around his neck by instinct.

He grinned at her as he started walking. "Sorry, love."

Hermione smiled softly at him. She knew she probably looked sappy, but she couldn't bring herself to mind, not when she liked hearing him call her that so much.

She'd almost forgotten where they were headed – where they'd been heading all night – until he set her down gently on the bed. She propped herself up on her elbows, looking at him as he stood at the end of the bed, watching her.

"Hi," she breathed.

He grinned crookedly. "Hi."

Belatedly, she realized that they were still partially clothed. Her dress had slid back down, leaving her mostly covered, though she was distinctly mussed. Harry was down to his trousers, which were clearly showing that he was as affected as she was.

With the bravado that had been trained into her by six years in Gryffindor, she sat up so that she could reach behind her and start pulling down the zipper of her dress. By the time it was fully unzipped, the neckline had started to dip, though it still clung to her shoulders. She bit her lip, staring at Harry, who was looking at her with eyes gone dark. Slowly, she pushed down the straps, slipping her arms out. Her bra was a deep navy blue lacy thing that had mysteriously appeared in her bureau a couple weeks before, no doubt a gift from Ginny, which matched the lace knickers Harry had seemed to like.

When she started trying to wriggle out of the skirt of the dress, Harry finally stepped forward, not content to watch anymore. "Let me." Gently, he pressed on her shoulders until she was lying flat on the bed.

Without conscious thought, her hands came up to flatten against his chest, feeling the muscles there. She shivered when he slowly ran his hands down from her shoulders to her chest. A brief look of nervousness crossed his face before his hands cupped her breasts through the satin and lace. They were still staring at each other, but he finally broke their eye contact to look down at what his hands were doing.

His thumbs ran along the edges of the bra, tracing the tops of the cups. She couldn't help the soft sigh that turned into a gasp when one of his hands dipped inside to rub against her nipple. Between that and earlier, she was beginning to appreciate just how talented his hands were.

Before she had time to relax into the feeling, he was moving down. He gently tugged her dress over her hips and then off, letting it puddle on the floor, leaving her in her underwear and heels. He slid his hands up her legs, coming to rest on her thighs. He leaned down and she thought he was going to kiss her but instead he kissed just above her knickers. Her legs twitched beneath where his hands rested.

He glanced up at her from beneath his eyelashes, a look she hadn't realized would do quite so much for her.

"Harry."

"Yes?"

She moved restlessly. "Do something!"

He smirked up at her in a look he must have picked up from Draco. "I'm getting there."

"Get there faster!"

"Right, then."

In a move that had her moaning, he ripped her knickers down her legs and unfastened her bra before she even had a moment to register what he'd done. It was the cold air on her nipples that shocked her back into the moment.

She took in his pleased expression and rolled her eyes, settling back onto the mattress. "You're insufferable." But her voice caught as he set his hands on her waist.

He stared down at her with a serious expression. "You're beautiful," he said softly.

She smiled softly. "You're not too bad yourself." She took him and then couldn't help laughing when she realized he was still wearing trousers. "If a bit overdressed for the occasion."

Harry frowned, glancing down, and then blushed. "Oh." The blush grew deeper as he quickly toed off his shoes and socks before undoing his trousers and shucking them, leaving him in just his boxers. He hesitated a moment before pushing them down as well, leaving them both completely bare.

Hermione fought off the insane urge to giggle as he stood there at the end of the bed, a look of indecision on his face. Deciding that this was one of the times that bravery was the only way forward, she scooted forward a bit and then hooked one foot around the back of his leg and pulled, bringing him tumbling onto the bed. He barely caught himself from crashing down on top of her.

He looked at her, incredulous. She grinned up at him cheekily. "You were thinking too much."

"Well that's something, coming from you."

She stuck her tongue out at him in a fit of petulance, which he apparently took as an invitation, leaning down and capturing her mouth. This brought their bare skin into contact and she shivered at the feeling.

He smiled against her lips. "Cold?"

She nipped his lower lip. "No." Though admittedly, it was a little chilly in his flat. "Maybe."

Harry lifted himself a bit, the muscles in his arms flexing in a distracting way. "Let's see if we can fix that."

He stood up from the bed and then motioned for her to move up towards the headboard. As she did, she noticed she still had her heels on. She blushed and then kicked them off, pushing them off the bed. She saw him grinning. "Oh hush. We got sidetracked."

"I didn't say anything!"

"Mmhm."

He laughed as he tugged on the comforter until it was gathered at the end of the bed. Hermione ran her hand over the sheets, noting the crisp, smooth feeling. "Are these new?"

Harry's cheeks turned a very fetching shade of red. "Er, yes. I uh, not that I was assuming anything. But, you know, just in case." He ran a hand through his hair, ruffling the already-mussed locks.

"I like them," she said, smiling at him.

"Yeah?"

She ran a hand over the deep red sheets again. "Yes. They'll drive Draco batty, though."

Harry snorted, walking around the side of the bed and then sitting on the edge of the mattress. "Well he's a prat anyway."

Hermione couldn't stop herself from blushing as she thought of Draco. "He actually gave me, us actually, his, uh, his blessing."

Harry frowned at her. "His blessing?"

She couldn't meet his eyes, aware her cheeks were bright red. "To…consummate the relationship, as it were. Oh Merlin, that sounds even worse saying it aloud."

A choked sound from Harry made her glance at him sharply, worried he might be upset, but she relaxed when she realized he was trying not to laugh.

"Yes, well, he thought we'd probably just end up drinking tea on the sofa like a proper old married couple." She sniffed. "He'd be shocked if he could see us in such a state. Naked as the day."

That was too much and Harry couldn't contain himself anymore, laughing so hard his head was nearly in his lap as he bent over.

"He actually gave us permission to shag?" Harry asked when he'd gotten his breath back.

Hermione nodded, grinning. "He really did."

"Well, I'd hate to let that go to waste."

With no more warning than that, Harry leaned over her, one hand on the headboard for balance. With his other hand he cupped her jaw gently and then leaned down to give her a soft kiss that quickly escalated.

As he deepened the kiss, he moved until he was half-kneeling on the mattress beside her, one foot still on the ground. Hesitantly, Hermione moved her knees apart, letting him shift until he was between her legs, her knees on either side of his hips.

Hermione could barely catch her breath, heat spreading outward from everywhere they were touching. His kiss moved to the side of her neck and then to her chest. He scooted down the bed until his face was between her legs, his hands on her thighs. He looked up the length of her body until he met her gaze.

"Can I?"

She nodded shakily. "Yes."

He didn't hesitate any more than that, settling in immediately. The first touch of his tongue to his clit had her jerking, but he just shifted his grip until he had one arm over her hips, keeping her in place.

His tongue moved in circles over her clit as he used his other hand to gently stroke her slit. He pressed gently until one finger slid inside.

"Oh, yes, Harry, please," she gasped. Her hands came down of their own volition to tangle in his messy hair.

She couldn't keep her eyes open any longer as he kept teasing her with his tongue and fingers, another joining the first inside her, thrusting gently in counterpoint to his attention on her clit. He kept up his actions for a while – she wasn't sure how long – as heat gathered along her nerves. Her breath grew ragged until suddenly the world went white. Her orgasm wasn't as unexpected as the first one had been, but it still took her breath away.

He retreated once she'd come back down, gently slipping his fingers out. She looked at him, her eyesight still a bit bleary. She reached out a hand. He took the invitation, moving up her body until they were face to face. She could feel his cock pressed against her hip, hard and hot.

"Okay?" he asked, stroking her hair back from her face.

"More than." She placed a hand against his chest, feeling his heart race beneath her palm. "I want you, Harry."

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice strained.

She slid her hand down his chest until she could wrap her hand around his cock. He breathed in sharply. She raised an eyebrow. "Very."

With her help, he lined himself up but paused at the last moment. "Are you, I mean, do I need protection?"

"I take the potion," she assured him.

"Okay." And then he was sliding in.

She was glad that she was relaxed and that she was already quite wet. It was a tight fit and she gasped as he pushed in further. Everything was more sensitive, more intense. He paused.

"Are you alright?"

The overwhelming pressure abated after a moment and she was left with only pleasure. "Absolutely."

He nodded and then thrust forward until he was completely seated inside her. She bit her lip at how good it felt, feeling him so deep. He met her eyes and she could only stare back, overwhelmed. Whatever he saw reassured him, because he pulled out almost all the way before pushing back in slowly, again and again until her nerves were sparking.

She hooked a leg over his hip and he got the hint, picking up his pace until she had to put up a hand to keep from being pushed into the headboard. The pressure against her clit made her breath catch with every thrust. She could feel herself getting closer, the feeling like lightning simmering beneath her skin. He must have sensed something because he slid one hand between their bodies and got a finger on her clit.

Her back bowed as she came, gasping his name. He groaned as he kept thrusting for another minute before he pressed hard against her, every muscle tense.

"Hermione," he said, his voice rough.

He held himself off her for a moment, leaning down to kiss her. They looked at each other for a moment before he rolled off to lie beside her.

Hermione lay there for a moment before the feeling between her legs prompted her up and into the bathroom. She cleaned up and used the toilet. As she washed her hands, she looked at herself in the mirror. Bright red marks dotted her neck and shoulders, and there were small bruises already starting to darken on her hips and thighs. She brushed a finger over a particularly lurid hickey, smiling slightly.

She quickly dried her hands and then debated doing something about her now wildly bushy hair before deciding that nothing short of a long shower would help.

When she walked back into the bedroom, Harry was sitting up and the comforter was pulled up, pooling around his hips. He grinned at her.

"Hi."

She grinned back. "Hi."

He patted the spot beside him, and she walked over and climbed into bed. They shifted around until they were lying down, her head on his chest and his arm around her.

She fell asleep with a warmth in her chest she hadn't felt in a long time.