Disclaimer: I do not own any characters recognized here. Anything recognized as belonging to JK Rowling or Warner Bros. most likely does. The only thing that belongs to me is the plot behind this story.
A/N: I can see it... You're all hooked! And it's only going to get worse! Ah, the power of short, detailed chapters! O;-) All the GOOD stuff is coming... I promise...
For The Love Of Magic
Chapter Four
Harry and Hermione walked into the compartment, expecting to find a sleeping Ron. How very wrong they were.
It seems Harry's sleeping charm had worn off in the time it took them to get back. When they stepped in, he was FUMING.
"And WHERE exaclty have YOU two been?" he asked, his face camouflaging perfectly with his hair.
Harry and Hermione exchanged a look. He said, "Ron, you're going to have to forgive us but you just WOULD NOT shut up! We had to figure out SOME way to..."
"Had to WHAT? RUDELY interrupt me in the MIDDLE of my DETAILED analysis?"
Hermione was getting edgy. "RON, you were GOING ON AND ON repeating DETAILS about THINGS you had SAID at most TWENTY SECONDS BEFORE!!!" She radiated the power that Harry had only seen come from Dumbledore. And then only when he was facing Voldemort. It was amazing to see it come from Hermione like that.
"And I thought I knew her every mood..." was all he could think of.
Ron stood in amazement. Apparently he was thinking the same thing. The way he cowered towards the back wall was only like his experiences with spiders.
Mood swing: Hermoine was now smiling like a dreamer. "Ron, how about you and Harry change into your robes? We should be at school in about twenty minutes."
Speachless, the boys watched as Hermione walked out the door saying, "I'll go find an empty compartment to change in! Unless Harry wants to come along?" Winking, Hermione left.
Ron nudged Harry in the side with his elbow. Harry sprang to life and ran after Hermione, banging into walls, still half dazed at the sudden change in Hermione's mood.
"Hermione, what was that all about? You had me going there for a second. Poor Ron is traumatized!"
With a wink and a smile she replied, "It shut him up, didn't it?"
"Good point, Hermie."
"I knew you'd see things my way. And don't call me that!"
Harry smiled and shook his head until he realized they were in an empty compartment. Then, his smile broadened. Hermione put a locking charm on the door and placed blinds on the windows.
"Don't want to be seen, you know. Wouldn't want the entire school to know I'm changing."
His smile widened again as she added, "With you."
"Hermione, you've changed."
"I know! I noticed it in myself a little bit ago when..." Hermione gasped and cut off, hoping Harry hadn't noticed what she had just said. So much for that hope...
"A little bit ago? When I found you staring at nothing?"
She blushed.
"I know what it is."
Now she blanched.
"You were thinking of me."
Her knees weakened. "Thank you, God!" she thought.
"Right after practice."
Daydreaming, her eyes sort of glazed over.
"In the rain."
"Harry, that's enough!" Hermione said, waking up suddenly.
"To get you started."
"On what exactly?"
This time Harry winked.
Hermione walked a little bit closer, debating whether or not to start fiddling with the buttons on his shirt. "It won't be easy to get that shirt off over his head," she thought. "I wonder if I should leave it on?" Out loud she said to him, "You remember that night over Christmas, in my dormitory?"
"Intimately."
"Can you relive it, down to the feeling, the words, the actions?"
"Every second of it."
"Harry, you and I go together like that. Did you love it?"
"I treasure it."
Harry took her in his arms and kissed her soft lips with such tenderness that it made Hermione melt into him, become part of him. She vaguely felt him embrace her with such fervor that it sent her mind reeling.
"When was the last time I felt like this, Harry?" she asked breathlessly as they broke apart for breath.
Hungrily kissing her jawline, he responded, "The last time you were with me, baby."
Hermione moaned a bit as he helped her lie down. She knew what was coming and desired it so badly that she pulled him closer and fervishly stared to kiss him again. He played his hands on her back, magnifying the feeling arising in her. "Go farther, Harry."
He slowly unbuttoned her shirt, still keeping the feeling up between them. The shirt was open and Hermione's bra lay exposed to him. "Farther, baby?"
"I'm yours."
Harry mindfully pulled down the straps and exposed her. The wondrous sight before him amazed him as he gently touched her hard nipples with his fingertips. He heard Hermione moan and bent down to kiss them, ever so fondly, just like before. She moaned a little bit louder and started pulling at the pants he was wearing. "Hermione, I love you."
"Harry..."
He could feel that he was getting hard, had been getting hard for a while now. Hearing her moan like that, so softly, made his heart skip a beat. His pants were off now, and his member was almost completely hard. Hermione reached to it and sensitively felt him. Harry moaned a little bit as he watched her face soften for him. He knew she loved him. He knew she wanted to love him to this extreme. Again.
"Just like before, Harry. Enter me just like before." Sighing at the prospective pleasure, she unbuttoned her jeans and undid the fly. Harry helped her bring them down, and kissed her stomach along the way. "Oh, Harry, you know just how to please me. You know what I want, know what I need here and now. Fulfill my wants and needs, Harry!"
"Oh, Hermione!"
He slowly entered her, the heat of passion rising in him.
"Oh, Harry, hurry! We're almost there!" She moaned as Harry pushed himself farther and began to grind. His hips swaying the the motion of the train, he pleasured her unlike ever before. The longing that had amassed itself over the summer let itself out with this moment. How she had longed for Harry again, his touch, his taste, his body. "Oh, Harry..."
He moaned as he said her name. Steadily gaining speed, he slid in and out of her with such passion that they moaned together, almost in sync. Finally, they both felt the wave hit them. Hermione came to him and gave a louder, somewhat muffled moan.
"Harry!"
That sent him over the edge. He burst forth with the strength that had built up in him because of so much time away from her. "Hermione! Oh, Hermione!" His voice was gruff and coarse from coming to her. After the tremendous wave had passed, Harry collapsed and fell asleep at Hermione's side.
She took this time to think, with Harry still inside her. She watched him lay there next to her, watched his Quidditch-built chest rise and fall with his breath. "He's so perfect," she thought. "He's absolutely perfect for me. He loves me, cares for me, helps me, protects me. Harry is my meant-to-be." She smiled and stroked his hair, letting him rest for a bit until they got up to get dressed.
A/N: Alright, alright, I know I'm probably no good with these kinds of scenes, but keep in mind, they WERE in the Hogwarts Express... couldn't be TOO loud... O;-) Sorry I didn't post last night, but I started this chapter around 11:30pm and at 1:00am still wasn't done with it! Do you think it was worth the wait? ;-) I do! Thanks to my beta-reader, Stef, once again, for clearing up my mistakes!
A/N: I can see it... You're all hooked! And it's only going to get worse! Ah, the power of short, detailed chapters! O;-) All the GOOD stuff is coming... I promise...
For The Love Of Magic
Chapter Four
Harry and Hermione walked into the compartment, expecting to find a sleeping Ron. How very wrong they were.
It seems Harry's sleeping charm had worn off in the time it took them to get back. When they stepped in, he was FUMING.
"And WHERE exaclty have YOU two been?" he asked, his face camouflaging perfectly with his hair.
Harry and Hermione exchanged a look. He said, "Ron, you're going to have to forgive us but you just WOULD NOT shut up! We had to figure out SOME way to..."
"Had to WHAT? RUDELY interrupt me in the MIDDLE of my DETAILED analysis?"
Hermione was getting edgy. "RON, you were GOING ON AND ON repeating DETAILS about THINGS you had SAID at most TWENTY SECONDS BEFORE!!!" She radiated the power that Harry had only seen come from Dumbledore. And then only when he was facing Voldemort. It was amazing to see it come from Hermione like that.
"And I thought I knew her every mood..." was all he could think of.
Ron stood in amazement. Apparently he was thinking the same thing. The way he cowered towards the back wall was only like his experiences with spiders.
Mood swing: Hermoine was now smiling like a dreamer. "Ron, how about you and Harry change into your robes? We should be at school in about twenty minutes."
Speachless, the boys watched as Hermione walked out the door saying, "I'll go find an empty compartment to change in! Unless Harry wants to come along?" Winking, Hermione left.
Ron nudged Harry in the side with his elbow. Harry sprang to life and ran after Hermione, banging into walls, still half dazed at the sudden change in Hermione's mood.
"Hermione, what was that all about? You had me going there for a second. Poor Ron is traumatized!"
With a wink and a smile she replied, "It shut him up, didn't it?"
"Good point, Hermie."
"I knew you'd see things my way. And don't call me that!"
Harry smiled and shook his head until he realized they were in an empty compartment. Then, his smile broadened. Hermione put a locking charm on the door and placed blinds on the windows.
"Don't want to be seen, you know. Wouldn't want the entire school to know I'm changing."
His smile widened again as she added, "With you."
"Hermione, you've changed."
"I know! I noticed it in myself a little bit ago when..." Hermione gasped and cut off, hoping Harry hadn't noticed what she had just said. So much for that hope...
"A little bit ago? When I found you staring at nothing?"
She blushed.
"I know what it is."
Now she blanched.
"You were thinking of me."
Her knees weakened. "Thank you, God!" she thought.
"Right after practice."
Daydreaming, her eyes sort of glazed over.
"In the rain."
"Harry, that's enough!" Hermione said, waking up suddenly.
"To get you started."
"On what exactly?"
This time Harry winked.
Hermione walked a little bit closer, debating whether or not to start fiddling with the buttons on his shirt. "It won't be easy to get that shirt off over his head," she thought. "I wonder if I should leave it on?" Out loud she said to him, "You remember that night over Christmas, in my dormitory?"
"Intimately."
"Can you relive it, down to the feeling, the words, the actions?"
"Every second of it."
"Harry, you and I go together like that. Did you love it?"
"I treasure it."
Harry took her in his arms and kissed her soft lips with such tenderness that it made Hermione melt into him, become part of him. She vaguely felt him embrace her with such fervor that it sent her mind reeling.
"When was the last time I felt like this, Harry?" she asked breathlessly as they broke apart for breath.
Hungrily kissing her jawline, he responded, "The last time you were with me, baby."
Hermione moaned a bit as he helped her lie down. She knew what was coming and desired it so badly that she pulled him closer and fervishly stared to kiss him again. He played his hands on her back, magnifying the feeling arising in her. "Go farther, Harry."
He slowly unbuttoned her shirt, still keeping the feeling up between them. The shirt was open and Hermione's bra lay exposed to him. "Farther, baby?"
"I'm yours."
Harry mindfully pulled down the straps and exposed her. The wondrous sight before him amazed him as he gently touched her hard nipples with his fingertips. He heard Hermione moan and bent down to kiss them, ever so fondly, just like before. She moaned a little bit louder and started pulling at the pants he was wearing. "Hermione, I love you."
"Harry..."
He could feel that he was getting hard, had been getting hard for a while now. Hearing her moan like that, so softly, made his heart skip a beat. His pants were off now, and his member was almost completely hard. Hermione reached to it and sensitively felt him. Harry moaned a little bit as he watched her face soften for him. He knew she loved him. He knew she wanted to love him to this extreme. Again.
"Just like before, Harry. Enter me just like before." Sighing at the prospective pleasure, she unbuttoned her jeans and undid the fly. Harry helped her bring them down, and kissed her stomach along the way. "Oh, Harry, you know just how to please me. You know what I want, know what I need here and now. Fulfill my wants and needs, Harry!"
"Oh, Hermione!"
He slowly entered her, the heat of passion rising in him.
"Oh, Harry, hurry! We're almost there!" She moaned as Harry pushed himself farther and began to grind. His hips swaying the the motion of the train, he pleasured her unlike ever before. The longing that had amassed itself over the summer let itself out with this moment. How she had longed for Harry again, his touch, his taste, his body. "Oh, Harry..."
He moaned as he said her name. Steadily gaining speed, he slid in and out of her with such passion that they moaned together, almost in sync. Finally, they both felt the wave hit them. Hermione came to him and gave a louder, somewhat muffled moan.
"Harry!"
That sent him over the edge. He burst forth with the strength that had built up in him because of so much time away from her. "Hermione! Oh, Hermione!" His voice was gruff and coarse from coming to her. After the tremendous wave had passed, Harry collapsed and fell asleep at Hermione's side.
She took this time to think, with Harry still inside her. She watched him lay there next to her, watched his Quidditch-built chest rise and fall with his breath. "He's so perfect," she thought. "He's absolutely perfect for me. He loves me, cares for me, helps me, protects me. Harry is my meant-to-be." She smiled and stroked his hair, letting him rest for a bit until they got up to get dressed.
A/N: Alright, alright, I know I'm probably no good with these kinds of scenes, but keep in mind, they WERE in the Hogwarts Express... couldn't be TOO loud... O;-) Sorry I didn't post last night, but I started this chapter around 11:30pm and at 1:00am still wasn't done with it! Do you think it was worth the wait? ;-) I do! Thanks to my beta-reader, Stef, once again, for clearing up my mistakes!