Hormones
Oh, fuck it. And yet, it was happening. All eyes were on him now, and then suddenly there was a roar of laughter from Fred and George. Mrs.Weasley looked as if she had just found out that bathrooms existed. She excused herself hurridly, mingiling along the kitchen. Mr.Weasley cleared his throat and pretended to go help her.
And now Ron was waiting for an answer. Oh, what did I ever do to deserve this? Harry moaned to himself, and then avoiding Ron's suspicious eyes, he said, "I need to go to the er- bathroom." and he hurried from the room.
Oh God. What was happening to her? She collapsed on her bed, and saw Ginny turned the other way on her bed, not looking at her.
"Ginny?" Hermione asked softly. Ginny didn't move.
"It was yours, wasn't it?" her voice croaked out, steady yet outrageously calm. Hermione didn't answer. There was a slight knocking off the door, and Hermione put her head up and heard someone say, "Herm?"
Trying not to look at Ginny's furious glance, she opened the door just a little and saw Harry's face. Oh, how innocent it looked. His hair was much more messed up, and his eyes were apologetic and shocked, and oh God, those sexy fucking ears....
Wait a minute...what the hell? Confused in her thoughts, Harry cleared his throat. "Is Ginny there?" he leaned over and whispered this in her ear. She caught herself shivering as his wonderous breath blew in her ear, tingiling her legs.
Hermione nodded slowly, and before she could protest, Harry pulled her out of the room, and closed the door. Now they were standing out in the hall, looking at each other.
"So when are you going to say sorry?" Hermione finally snapped. Harry's shoulders drooped and he looked down at his shoes, embarrased. Hermione was surprised that his cheeks produced such redness that it made his face look like it was exploding.
Finally the flush disappeared and he looked up at her and said, "Sorry."
"Is that all? You humiliated me in front of everyone, Harry! Now..now..Ron knows...my...oh God, Ron saw my underwear!" Hermione snapped, her face in her hands.
"So? Doesn't he already know how it looks like?" Harry said before he could stop himself. Hermione's hands slowly parted, her eyes peaking at him furiously.
"What...what? What makes you..." she breathed, and her hands went away from her face, waiting for his answer.
He blushed slightly, biting his lip. "Well ...um..." he said, his feet waddiling on, and his eyes on the rug.
Oh God, how she wanted to just throw him down on the floor and lick every single part of him, how she wanted to hear him moan just for her...these thoughts blurred through her as she shuddered in delight, but to her relief, Harry did not notice this.
"Well?" said Hermione, tapping her foot impatiently.
"I just thought..since he was..your boyfriend and all..." said Harry nervously, his hands innocently jammed in his pockets, still not looking at her.
Oh fuck. How innocent he looked. She just wanted to grab him and just teach him how to be bad...God...if only...she imagined being his sex slave, and she let out a whimper.
This time, to Hermione's horrer, Harry looked up, looking at her strangely.
"What? What was that sound that came out of your ..mouth?" Harry finished. He heard it from her very lips, like she was getting trampled by a kitten or something. Then, terrified as it may seemed, he felt himself get hard again. Oh fuck, he thought as he saw her eyes wander to the bulge in his pants. Her eyes did not leave the area, she was looking at as if it was dinner.
Oh God, he hoped it would be her dinner. He would have moaned in pleasure if he didn't see Hermione fidget a little and wandered her hand around to her breasts, and Harry saw her fastening her bra in place, thinking he wasn't watching her in utter heated amazment.
Oh God..oh God..how hot was that? He felt himself stiffen more, watching her.
Was he checking her out? Good, she thought. That would show him. Finally she put her bra down a little under the shirt and swung her head back, letting her hair reach the trendiness of her shoulders.
His hands reached out and he laid them on her shoulders. Hermione stopped, frozen in pleasure from the tingles that ran through her skin right that moment.
He leaned over, and his knee delicately brushed upon her thigh, his hands on her waist.
She pushed herself over from where she was standing and buried her head in his hard toned chest, breathing softly on his bare shoulder.
But suddenly he pulled away. She looked up at him, surprised.
They stood there in silence, wanting to fuck each other senseless.
But then he escaped downstairs.
Fucking asshole, she thought, her knees sinking in the delightful pleasure she had just experianced.
God it felt good.
Fuck this, she thought. She was going to get him, and when she did it would be a hell of a ride.
Oh, fuck it. And yet, it was happening. All eyes were on him now, and then suddenly there was a roar of laughter from Fred and George. Mrs.Weasley looked as if she had just found out that bathrooms existed. She excused herself hurridly, mingiling along the kitchen. Mr.Weasley cleared his throat and pretended to go help her.
And now Ron was waiting for an answer. Oh, what did I ever do to deserve this? Harry moaned to himself, and then avoiding Ron's suspicious eyes, he said, "I need to go to the er- bathroom." and he hurried from the room.
Oh God. What was happening to her? She collapsed on her bed, and saw Ginny turned the other way on her bed, not looking at her.
"Ginny?" Hermione asked softly. Ginny didn't move.
"It was yours, wasn't it?" her voice croaked out, steady yet outrageously calm. Hermione didn't answer. There was a slight knocking off the door, and Hermione put her head up and heard someone say, "Herm?"
Trying not to look at Ginny's furious glance, she opened the door just a little and saw Harry's face. Oh, how innocent it looked. His hair was much more messed up, and his eyes were apologetic and shocked, and oh God, those sexy fucking ears....
Wait a minute...what the hell? Confused in her thoughts, Harry cleared his throat. "Is Ginny there?" he leaned over and whispered this in her ear. She caught herself shivering as his wonderous breath blew in her ear, tingiling her legs.
Hermione nodded slowly, and before she could protest, Harry pulled her out of the room, and closed the door. Now they were standing out in the hall, looking at each other.
"So when are you going to say sorry?" Hermione finally snapped. Harry's shoulders drooped and he looked down at his shoes, embarrased. Hermione was surprised that his cheeks produced such redness that it made his face look like it was exploding.
Finally the flush disappeared and he looked up at her and said, "Sorry."
"Is that all? You humiliated me in front of everyone, Harry! Now..now..Ron knows...my...oh God, Ron saw my underwear!" Hermione snapped, her face in her hands.
"So? Doesn't he already know how it looks like?" Harry said before he could stop himself. Hermione's hands slowly parted, her eyes peaking at him furiously.
"What...what? What makes you..." she breathed, and her hands went away from her face, waiting for his answer.
He blushed slightly, biting his lip. "Well ...um..." he said, his feet waddiling on, and his eyes on the rug.
Oh God, how she wanted to just throw him down on the floor and lick every single part of him, how she wanted to hear him moan just for her...these thoughts blurred through her as she shuddered in delight, but to her relief, Harry did not notice this.
"Well?" said Hermione, tapping her foot impatiently.
"I just thought..since he was..your boyfriend and all..." said Harry nervously, his hands innocently jammed in his pockets, still not looking at her.
Oh fuck. How innocent he looked. She just wanted to grab him and just teach him how to be bad...God...if only...she imagined being his sex slave, and she let out a whimper.
This time, to Hermione's horrer, Harry looked up, looking at her strangely.
"What? What was that sound that came out of your ..mouth?" Harry finished. He heard it from her very lips, like she was getting trampled by a kitten or something. Then, terrified as it may seemed, he felt himself get hard again. Oh fuck, he thought as he saw her eyes wander to the bulge in his pants. Her eyes did not leave the area, she was looking at as if it was dinner.
Oh God, he hoped it would be her dinner. He would have moaned in pleasure if he didn't see Hermione fidget a little and wandered her hand around to her breasts, and Harry saw her fastening her bra in place, thinking he wasn't watching her in utter heated amazment.
Oh God..oh God..how hot was that? He felt himself stiffen more, watching her.
Was he checking her out? Good, she thought. That would show him. Finally she put her bra down a little under the shirt and swung her head back, letting her hair reach the trendiness of her shoulders.
His hands reached out and he laid them on her shoulders. Hermione stopped, frozen in pleasure from the tingles that ran through her skin right that moment.
He leaned over, and his knee delicately brushed upon her thigh, his hands on her waist.
She pushed herself over from where she was standing and buried her head in his hard toned chest, breathing softly on his bare shoulder.
But suddenly he pulled away. She looked up at him, surprised.
They stood there in silence, wanting to fuck each other senseless.
But then he escaped downstairs.
Fucking asshole, she thought, her knees sinking in the delightful pleasure she had just experianced.
God it felt good.
Fuck this, she thought. She was going to get him, and when she did it would be a hell of a ride.