Second to last chapter, y'all. Chapter 20, the final chapter will be posted on Thursday [jan 16, 2020]. Part Two will be posted next Monday [jan 20, 2020] and titled, Where Do We Go From Here?

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Week 12

Harry's eyes lingered on Hermione's legs, which were currently covered by black skin-tight leggings. He blinked away and tried to meet her eyes, but he became distracted by the flowy thin-strap v-neck top that showed a generous amount of skin and much to his displeasure, cleavage.

She slid on her denim jacket and grabbed her black clutch, stuffing her wand inside. "Ready." She looked him over. She patted his leather-clad arm. "You look handsome, Harry. Leather suits you."

He gulped and pulled on the collar of his gray shirt. "Thanks. You look amazing."

She grinned at him, her brown eyes glittered. "Thank you. Compliments are always appreciated. Let's go."

He nodded, took her hand in his, and disapparated. They reappeared in an alley around the corner from the pub hosting 80s music night. They followed the flow of people and entered the pub.

It was loud, crowded, and already filled with smoke and bodies bustling about the dance floor and around the tables. Harry held his hand firmly around Hermione's, leading her to the bar to buy their drinks.

"Aren't you going to get hot with your jacket?" Hermione yelled over the music.

Harry leaned over, his mouth hovered over her ear. "Magic, Hermione. Aren't you?"

She poked him in the stomach. "Just get our drinks."

He placed a quick kiss on her cheek and turned to get the bartender's attention.

While he ordered their drinks and waited, he felt Hermione shift and move beside him. Her hip bumped into him. Her hand brushed against his.

He got their drinks and she led him to the corner of the bar top closest to the dance floor. She grabbed her drink and took a long sip.

He downed half his orange flavored beer and his eyes fell on her bare collarbone, again. She said something, but the music drowned her voice out. He nodded and blinked at the sight of her pink tongue licking the corner of her mouth.

They both finished their drinks and the moment Hermione divested herself of her beer bottle, she grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him to the dance floor.

In the future, when he looked back on this moment, he probably should have realized that this was when it was all gonna go downhill. Hermione in the skin-tight pants, the damn strappy top that he wanted to reach out and rub it between his fingers, the way her hair swayed down her back.

"Hermione?" Harry reached out to her. The sound of Queen settled over his skin, reverberating and vibrating against his very core.

"Let's just have fun, okay?" Her voice was close to his ear.

Fun.

They jumped around, sang, yelled along with a guy who sounded a league away from Freddie Mercury but it didn't matter.

They danced and she twirled around his arms.

- another one bites the dust, is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?

- don't take it away from me, because you don't know what it means to me

Around and around until her back hit a wall, his hands were on her hips, and her hands were reaching beneath his shirt.

He wedged his knee between her legs and leaned forward, pressing himself against her.

Her fingers trailed up his torso. "Harry."

His mouth found her neck. His lips at her pulse point and he hoped and wished, she wouldn't push him away.

His breath halted as he felt her nails drag along the side of his waist. "Harry," she thrummed into his ear, "not here."

A smile came to his face. "Your place or mine?"

She giggled and his hands tightened around her hips. "Mine."

He nipped at her collar bone and stepped back, taking her hand firmly in his, he practically dragged her out of the pub just as Blondie started playing over the speakers.

"Harry." She grasped his arm, but the laughter that followed didn't worry him. "You're going too fast."

He pulled them back into the alley. He tucked them around a sharp corner and leaned his forehead against hers. "Hermione, your place or mine?"

She wrapped her arms around his neck and placed a hot kiss on the underside of his jaw. "Mine."

They disapparated and their heated breaths were followed by a yowl and a flight of orange hair. "Sorry, Crookshanks," Hermione barely said before attaching herself to Harry, tugging at his leather jacket, urging it off his shoulders. Her denim jacket joined his on the floor.

His t-shirt soon followed as he led her to her bedroom. He left a trail of kisses on her neck and hissed when she dragged her nails down his arms and back.

He fumbled with his belt and buckle of his jeans, unhooking it and dragging down the zipper. She reached for her top and he moaned, watching the silky top move over her head and finally giving him a view of her chest clad in a lacy gray bra.

He squeezed her arse and trailed a hand down her leg, motioning for her to hook it around his waist. He urged her other leg up and picked her up, hurrying the rest of the way to her bed, all the while kissing her furiously.

Finally making it to her bed, he sat down with Hermione on his lap. He forced himself away from her mouth, his eyes searching hers.

Her brown eyes shined. She rested one hand against his neck and the other reached up, touching his lips softly.

She ground against him, his erection strained against his jeans. But, then she slowly stepped out of his hold. She hooked her thumbs into her leggings. He gulped at the sight of her breasts bouncing slightly in front of him as she worked to peel off her clothes.

Fuck, this was happening. This was really happening.

Bare from the waist down, she leaned forward, grabbed one of his hands and placed it over the lacy bra - the only thing she was still wearing. "I want this, Harry," her breath tickled his lips.

He squeezed her nipple through the fabric and reached around her back to unhook the strap. He slipped off the shoulder straps and carefully pulled her bra down her arms, tossing it aside. He took her hand in his. He took a shaky breath and kissed her hard.

"How was it?" Harry asked with a smirk. He was currently laying between her legs, resting his head against her stomach. Hermione's knees knocked into his shoulders.

Her chest moved up and down, her breathing was finally coming down. She threaded her fingers through his hair. He blinked at the touch and moved to kiss the space beside her belly button.

She tugged on his hair. "I'm sure you know how it was."

He tilted his head, resting his chin over her belly. "A reassurance is greatly appreciated."

She shifted, a fresh wave of goosebumps spread over her skin. "I know you asked," she whispered, "but is this a one-time thing?"

He gripped the sides of her thighs and eased himself up, propping her legs around his waist. "I don't want it to be a one-time thing. Do you?"

She shook her head, her tousled and completely tangled hair fell around her shoulders and across her pillow.

He grinned. "That's quite the reassurance." He leaned down and peppered kisses down her torso, reaching the valley between her breasts and moving lower and lower.

Her fingers found his hair again. "We need some rules though."

"Really, Hermione? Now?"

"Yes, now," she growled back. "No kissing."

"We just spent the better part of the night kissing."

"I know, just, no more kissing on the lips for now on."

He licked his lips. "Anything else?"

"Stop means stop."

"Of course, Hermione. Bloody Hell."

She tugged on one of his hands. "We don't tell anyone and it's just going to be sex. Nothing else."

"Yes, just sex. Speaking of sex, are you tired?" He returned his attention to her body, her heated skin beckoning him.

"Are you serious right now?"

"No, I'm Harry. Which you were literally screaming a few minutes ago. I didn't think I fucked you that hard to make you forget."

She swatted the side of his arm. He caught her hand and kissed the inside of her wrist. He made his way back down her torso, leaving kisses in his wake and hovered over her hips. "So, are you tired?"

She challenged him with a quirked eyebrow. "No."