Flirtatious Delights
Summary: What happens when two best friends decide to have some flirtatious delights?
Notes: Hello and good day to all you lovely readers! Here's another Harry/Hermione one-shot. I must admit to being surprised by those who have requested me to write more of this pairing. I never expect such high praise and want to say thank you for enjoying my stories. :) Amazingly, this actually took me almost a week to write due to RL being such a testy little bitch! LOL Anyway, thank you for checking this out and hope you enjoy it.
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HG-HP
As Harry appeared in Hermione's flat, he called out, "Hermione, love, are you ready?" Then he heard what he thought was a reply from her but was muffled. Walking towards her bedroom, Harry came upon a sight that had him inhaling sharply and leaning against the door frame. The only part he could see of her was her beautiful pert arse high in the air. Merlin's bits! It was going to be one of those days, Harry thought while watching her bum wiggle around.
After clearing his throat, he asked her, "What are you doing?"
"Looking for my shoe, what else?" came her reply.
"Hermione, love, are you witch or aren't you?" Harry inquired of her. Then groaned quietly when she wiggled her arse to aid coming out from under her bed.
"Um, yes?" Hermione answered, looking chagrined.
"For someone who knows so much, you really can be quite forgetful." Harry said, chuckling and dodging the heel she threw at him, catching it, thankful for his seeker reflexes.
"I suppose it's a good thing I have you then, huh?" Hermione retorted with a smirk.
Harry nodded his head and accio'd her missing heel while handing the one she threw at him back to her.
"Thanks babe!" Hermione chirped as she put her heels on and then stepped into her bathroom.
She walked into her bathroom under the guise of checking her hair and makeup one last time but what she was really doing was catching her breath. Damn but he looked positively devastating! The jeans he wore fit him like a glove and he wore his shirt like a second skin, showing off his lean body. Then add his dragonhide boots and oh boy, she was going to have trouble keeping her thoughts out of the gutter with him looking so sinful. If she didn't know better she would swear she was menopausal, considering the hot flashes she suffered from on a regular basis.
"Anytime" Harry responded, enjoying watching her walk away.
He had been watching her walk away for too many years to count but couldn't bring himself to care. She had a delectable arse, always had. Harry had been appreciating many things about Hermione for many years now. Watching her grow into the beautiful, sexy witch she was now had been torture. No, that wasn't right, well not completely. It had been torture watching her bloom into a woman but what had been even more painful had been watching her date other blokes.
They never lasted though and never would because those idiots thought she shouldn't be so close to him or Ron. They thought it abnormal for the three of them to be so close. Um, yeah, no. Had the idiots not lived through the same war as they had? Did the morons not know who the "Golden Trio" was? How stupid could a bloke be? There was a bond between them that nothing would ever break. They had been through way too much for one of them to dump the other two for a partner! Dumb-asses! Harry thought it was hilarious when Hermione would tell him all about her dates' ideas and her appropriate responses, which generally ended with the morons needing to go to St. Mungo's.
If the wizards would just accept that he and Ron would forever be a part of her life then they might get a bit further but no, they had to insist she distance herself from them. Hah! Like that would ever happen. He had lost count how many times she had him rolling with laughter at her response to their stupidity. He would often shake his head. He learned early on in school to NOT get on the wrong end of her wand and thought others would have learned from his and Ron's mistakes of doing so. Even if it had mainly been Ron who would piss her off enough to jinx him, Harry had had that misfortune a few times.
When Hermione reappeared, Harry's gaze took in her attire. She was wearing a pair of jeans that ought to be illegal the way they fit her, with a scoop neck top; which, if he was honest, he couldn't wait to peek down when she would bend over, and she would eventually bend over, in front of him. What could he say, he was a red blooded male and she was damn fine. When Hermione twirled for him after catching his eyes trailing her body, Harry gave her a wink and held out his arm for her to take.
"So, am I dressed appropriately?" Hermione asked, enjoying the way his eyes caressed her body. She had only recently realized how much she enjoyed Harry's attentions. They had flirted with each other for several years now but it only just hit her that she wanted more than his friendship. She had banged her head on her desk for a good ten minutes when the realization had hit her. She knew she loved him; she always had and always would. However, she now knew she wanted more, she wanted all of him.
"Absolutely gorgeous darling!" Harry had told her, grinning widely.
"Perfect! Shall we go then?" Hermione replied, matching his grin with her own.
"We shall. Ready to check out the new museum?" he asked, knowing full well what her answer would be and grinned even wider when she rolled her eyes at him.
"You know I am. Thank you for going with me." Hermione told him.
Harry nodded his head and laid his hand over hers tucked in the bend of his elbow. "Anything for my lady." He said, tipping his nonexistent hat, causing Hermione to laugh at his antics.
HG-HP
He loved apparating them anywhere, it meant he got to hold her against him after they landed. Years of traveling this way and Hermione still needed a moment to find her balance. When she leaned against his body to help her stay upright, Harry sucked in a breath. She felt so bloody good, he couldn't help but lower his head to inhale her scent while she was pressed so close to him. When he felt her shiver, he smirked. So, his attraction wasn't so one-sided after all. Oh this day just got better.
After landing, Hermione couldn't help but lean against Harry to keep herself from face planting. One would think she would have gotten better traveling that way but that would be so very wrong. When she heard his sudden intake of air, she smiled. Then she felt his nose move a bit of her hair and heard his intake of breath and shivered, he was breathing her in. Oh Merlin. How was she supposed to react to such a thing? When he wrapped his arm around her waist and started guiding her towards the museum, Hermione had to tamp down hard on the moan that wanted to escape. It wasn't anything out of the norm for him but with the knowledge that Harry might want her as much as she wanted him, it was a whole different experience.
She wrapped her arm around his waist and felt a tiny shiver run down his body. Hermione looked straight ahead with a small smile and dared not look at his face just yet. Today had the potential to be so much fun if she played her cards right. While walking towards the museum, Hermione leaned a bit more than normal into his body and enjoyed the tightening of his arm around her. She knew, now, that she wasn't alone in her interests and it thrilled her. She wasn't very practiced at seducing anyone but, for Harry, she would gladly give it a shot.
Once they had made it into the building, Harry led her from exhibit to exhibit. Hermione almost groaned when she felt his thumb hook into a belt loop, letting his fingers splay down her backside. Her stomach fluttered when she felt those fingers lightly caress the area just above the curve of her arse. It took every trick she could think of to not give away her pleasure. However, she was sure she had failed when she glanced out of the corner of her eye to catch his smirk. He was enjoying teasing her, oh, it was so game on then. She might be nervous due to nothing actually being said about feelings but, they do say actions speak louder than words.
HG-HP
Harry decided to be daring when they entered the museum. He wanted to try to torment her to the level of awareness he was at. It was normal for the two of them to walk with their arms around the other's waist so he took it to another level. He thought about ghosting his hand over her arse but decided to hook his thumb in one of her loops and let his fingers spread over the surrounding area instead. Her response was more than he had hoped for. He had noticed her shallower breathing and couldn't stop the smirk from appearing. But when she leaned into him more, he swallowed hard. Damn but she felt good against him. When they reached an exhibit in a glass case and Hermione bent over to study the object while Harry conveniently walked around to the other side and "watched" her, enjoying the view very much.
Hermione was studying the artifact in the case when she felt Harry leave her side to walk around the display. She thought nothing of it at first, then her eyes switched focus. She was eye level, being bent over and all, with his crotch. Holy hell! Since his jeans fit him so well, they left nothing to the imagination; he was getting hard. It confused her at first, not realizing the view she was giving him but when it dawned on her why he was reacting the way he was, she had no idea how she kept from blushing. She was showing him her cleavage in all its glory. So she hadn't read too much into his actions earlier, that was good to know. So was the affect she had on him, glad she wasn't the only one sexually charged.
A few minutes later, they moved on to the next area where paintings were waiting for their perusal. The first set of paintings was hung in the middle of the wall. The next set was hung in two rows; one just above eye level and the other just below. However, the next section they came to had them starting close to the floor then going up to almost the ceiling.
When Hermione turned to ask Harry a question, it got stuck in her throat. He had crouched down and was inspecting a painting close to the floor. She couldn't stop her eyes from raking over his form. There was something about him being in that position that had her wetting her lips and squeezing her thighs. Maybe it was his focus on the picture before him, she had no clue. She just knew he looked sexy as hell at that moment.
Harry had decided to squat down to get a better look at a painting close to the floor while Hermione was checking out the ones higher up. What he hadn't realized was, by doing that; it put his head at crotch level to her. Oh the sweet torture. Instead of concentrating on his best friend's proximity, he inspected the picture that had caught his eye. After several minutes, Harry noticed a slight movement in his peripheral. If he wasn't mistaken, Hermione had squeezed her thighs together. A bit confused, Harry wondered why she would do such a thing then realized her body was turned toward his and, he hoped, he had his answer. She was checking him out and liked what she saw.
When he turned and tilted his head up to see her face, his breath froze in his lungs. Her pupils were dilated a bit while she was looking at him. Dear gods, did the witch have any idea what a look like that did to him? He wasn't sure he should stand up just yet, considering most of the blood in his body had pooled in one particular area. Then he noticed the shine on her lips, as if she had just licked them and he couldn't stop his groan to save his life. She was killing him. Finally, Harry stood up and moved into her personal space, smirking when her eyes slowly lifted to his. When she bit her lip and gave him a coy look, Harry leaned in and whispered, "You're killing me, you know that right?" As he leaned back a bit to catch her reaction, Harry let out a small moan when he saw her smile.
Hermione couldn't believe she had let herself get caught ogling her best friend. Well, actually, yeah she could. She had been so engrossed in checking him out that she hadn't registered his attention turning to her. When he had tilted his head to see her, it hadn't registered until then he had caught her. When she lowered her head and bit her lip, she enjoyed hearing his groan. It was sexy and she wanted to hear more. Then he had stood up and whispered that she was killing him and the smile that appeared was all female pride. She loved that she could evoke such a reaction from him. Hermione had also noticed, when she had looked down, that his erection wasn't totally gone. Oh Merlin, she wanted so badly to move her hand to cup him that she literally had to step back to control the impulse.
As her eyes met his again, she smirked at him. She had no idea flirting with Harry would be such a torturous delight. When he slid his arm back around her waist and hooked his thumb back into a loop, Hermione whimpered quietly. Hearing his breathing quicken, she knew he was torturing himself as much as he was her. After another hour of touring the museum, the two left.
HG-HP
"How about some ice cream?" Hermione asked, an innocent look on her face.
Harry narrowed his eyes at her, he was fairly certain her motives were nowhere near innocent. "Sure, where do you want to go?"
"There's a Twisted Licks right over there." Hermione said, somehow keeping a straight face. Twisted Licks was a great ice cream place but what she really wanted to lick had nothing to do with ice cream. Then Harry groaned before agreeing to go there. When he gave her a smirk, Hermione couldn't stop the blush this time. That smirk was nothing but pure sin.
At her look, Harry groaned. He knew it would be nothing but absolute torture to watch her lick an ice cream cone but he so wanted to watch her do it at the same time. She was definitely trying to kill him, slowly. When he gave her a smirk, she blushed brightly. Oh, he was definitely going to enjoy the show. He wondered what exactly was she thinking about to cause her to blush so brightly and then chuckled when she ducked her head.
As they walked to the ice cream parlor, Harry slid his hand into her back pocket and gave a gentle squeeze causing Hermione to miss a step and fumble. He gladly caught her and enjoyed feeling her breasts pressed into his chest.
"Alright there Hermione?" Harry asked.
Hermione let out a small chuckle before looking in his eyes and answered quietly, "I am now."
Harry swallowed hard to keep from leaning in and snogging her. It was so very tempting to do but not yet and not here. Their first passionate kiss, and he knew it would be mind-blowing, he wanted done in privacy. He wanted to be able to do as he pleased, well, whatever she allowed.
Once they received their orders: chocolate and vanilla swirl (soft serve) for Harry, chocolate and cherry (double scoop) for Hermione; they decided to sit outside to enjoy the beautiful day. Neither thought an ice cream had tasted quite so good while watching each other devour their frozen treat. Smirks and dilated pupils seemed to be the order of the day for both.
When Hermione made the mistake of looking at Harry just as his tongue swiped at his creamy dessert, from cone to tip; she was able to control herself until Harry caught her watching and made a show of repeating it several times, never losing eye contact. Hermione rubbed her thighs together several times and found it difficult to breathe while watching the show he was giving her. Snapping out of her lust induced trance, she decided turnabout was fair play. She let her tongue lazily circle around the "base" of the ice cream, near the cone and then opened her mouth wide to rake her lips over the top of her treat. She couldn't hold the smirk back if her life had depended on it when she watched Harry's pupils dilate even further.
Harry knew this would be torture but hadn't realized just how much fun it would be too. Watching Hermione's reaction to him enjoying his ice cream had him smirking. From the slight movement of her body he would say she was moving her thighs, hopefully together to try to find some friction, and her breathing had become erratic. Then she decided to pay him back by enjoying hers and Harry managed to keep his groan low. However, the smirk she gave him had him adjusting his jeans. She was damn sexy and he was glad she had suggested this little pit stop.
HG-HP
After finishing their frozen concoctions, they started walking towards a park when Hermione felt Harry's arm tighten around her waist just before the feeling of apparition took over. When they landed, Hermione realized Harry had brought them back to her flat. Realizing this, she looked up and knew why he had ended the day so soon, well, the public part of it anyway. His pupils were blown wide and he was staring at her with a very hungry and heated look. Not sure of what to do or if she would need to do anything, Hermione decided to move her hands up his arms and around his neck while Harry slowly let his hands trail down to cup her arse and pull her to him.
When their bodies met, both let out moans of finally being able to fully feel the other. Then Hermione slid a hand to the back of Harry's head and with gentle pressure let him know what she wanted. When Harry ghosted his lips over hers, Hermione gasped. The chemistry between them hadn't taken much to turn into an inferno. As Harry crashed his lips against hers while squeezing her arse and pushing her against his erection, Hermione gripped his hair in one hand while the other drifted down to grab his bum and squeeze it in return.
They broke for air when Hermione's back hit a wall and Harry picked her up, holding her to him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and enjoyed feeling his hardness between her thighs. When she squeezed her thighs together while nibbling on his neck, Harry let out a low growl and started rubbing against her heated core. Even through jeans, he could feel how hot she was already and it turned him on more. Then he tilted his head back and pushed his groin harder against hers, he enjoyed hearing her gasp and the feel of her pressing back. The next thing to register in his mind was Hermione keening her release.
Harry's mind almost shut down completely when Hermione whispered in a breathy voice, "The couch, now, I want to ride you."
Somewhere between the wall and her couch, their clothes disappeared. Neither was sure which one said the spell, since they both did, but they didn't care. It was heavenly feeling flesh against flesh. Once Harry was seated on the couch, Hermione took a moment to just feel his body pressed to hers. Her curves countered his angles perfectly. Then she rose up to her knees and slid down his shaft in one fluid motion, not stopping until she bottomed out. Both young lovers moaned at feeling truly connected and reveled in finally feeling completed. After a few minutes, Hermione began rocking her hips while Harry nibbled on her neck and massaged her breasts and plucked her nipples.
Neither knew, nor cared, how long they sat like that. The pace was slow and sensual with both nibbling, licking and sucking any available skin they could reach. After sometime though, the need for fulfillment was too much and Hermione picked up her pace. When Harry felt her walls start to flutter, he aided her by bucking up into her downward thrust. It didn't take long before they were both falling over the peek in absolute ecstasy moaning the other's name.
After catching their breaths, Harry rose, still buried in Hermione, and walked to her bedroom. He wanted more room to worship her body with his. When he laid her down on the bed, his eyes raked over her form. She was stunning to him. In his mind, he now knew what perfection was. While he was appreciating her body, Hermione allowed her eyes to devour his. He was magnificent. Being an Auror definitely agreed with him and then playing Quidditch when he could, yeah, she definitely appreciated the workout he gave his body. When she saw his erection standing proudly at attention, for her, she whimpered.
Harry heard her whimper and decided to make her do it more. He climbed onto the bed and slid up her body, making sure their skin touched as much as possible. Then he kissed her passionately before trailing down her neck to her breasts. After showing his appreciation of her fleshy globes, Harry nibbled his way down to her hips. He took a moment, at first, to just breathe in her scent. Her smell was ambrosia to his nose and when he swiped his tongue from slit to clit, he growled. She tasted divine then he started feasting on her. When Hermione arched her back and gripped the sheets, Harry's quick smirk was pure unadulterated male pride. He was making her lose herself to passion and he loved it. Then his tongue concentrated on her sensitive nub while he inserted two fingers into her hot channel and curled them.
When Hermione arched her back more and spread her legs further, Harry gave her swollen clit a hard suck while tapping the perfect spongy spot inside, making Hermione moan her release. After lapping up the honey that poured out of her, Harry kissed his way back up her body. While nibbling and suckling on her breasts, he slid into her moist heat. Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist and dug her heels into his lower back, making sure he stayed where he was and purred her pleasure. Harry thrust into her leisurely at first, enjoying feeling her in such an intimate way. After some time at that pace, Hermione grasped his arse and pulled, letting Harry know she wanted more.
Harry obliged her request and sped up his pace, sending her over the edge moaning his name. Then he flipped her over and ran his hands down her back to lightly smack her arse. When Hermione raised her bum a bit after feeling the smack, Harry lined his shaft up to her core and slammed home in one thrust, causing them both to moan loudly. When Hermione rose up to her hands and knees; Harry snaked his hand around her waist to play with her clit, wanting to give her as much pleasure as he could. When he felt her walls clamp down on his erection, he sped up his thrusts and pressed her clit, making her orgasm which triggered his own.
After a few moments to catch their breaths, Harry laid next to Hermione and pulled her to lay on his chest. When she snuggled into him and sighed, Harry smiled gently. He couldn't believe she was finally his.
~Fin~