CHAPTER EIGHT
Surprise, Surprise
It was late one night, around 12:30 AM, Harry walked into the Gryffindor locker room after a long solo practice. He was now the captain of the team, and always practiced later than the rest.
Harry hung his garments in his locker, grabbed a towel, and headed for the showers. Even though he hated those shower rooms, he wanted to look fresh just in case Hermione was in the common room when he got back.
He hung the towel up on a rack and turned on the hot water. He stood back and waited for it to become warm enough. He stepped halfway under the shower head and watched some dirt go down the drain. Harry stepped back and put his glasses on a shelf by the towel rack.
It was about three minutes into his shower that he heard the door to the locker room open then close. He thought it was just another Quidditch player who forgot something in their locker, so he continued to shower. He heard a locker open and, and after a while, close again. But he didn't hear the locker room door open, so it was then that he turned around, only to see the blurry form of someone standing in the door of the shower room, watching him.
"Whose there?" he asked. The person didn't answer, but advanced towards him. "I said, 'whose there?'" he repeated. As the person got closer, he realized it was a female, and not some perverted guy watching him. But he still felt uncomfortable, unless of course...
"Surprise." whispered Hermione's voice in his ear. Harry let out a sigh of relief. It was only...HERMIONE?!
"Hermione, what the Hell are you doing here?" he said.
"I said I'd surprise you, didn't I? Well, are you surprised?"
"Well, yeah, but-" Hermione cut him off by kissing him. Harry put his hands on her waist and wasn't too surprised to find her not wearing anything. This made Harry become quite aroused, which didn't go unnoticed by Hermione.
"A little excited, are we?"
"Just a little bit." He replied, leaning down and kissing her again. Harry backed up to get a good look at her. "You're so beautiful even when you're blurry." He whispered, kissing the spot between her neck and her shoulder. Hermione closed her eyes and took it all in. Harry had just washed his hair, so he smelled somewhat of rain. This is exactly how she always wanted to remember Harry.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked her.
"Do you want me to say no?"
"No, but-"
"Do you want to do this?"
"Of course."
"Then be quiet and stop worrying. If I didn't want to do this, I wouldn't be here." She said, placing her hand gently on his cheek. Harry nodded, and let out a sigh.
"I love you, and I never want to hurt you is all." He said.
"I love you too." She replied, wrapping her arms around his neck, and pressing herself up against him. Harry couldn't take it anymore, he ravenously kissed her, slipping his tongue inside her mouth. Hermione let out a soft moan in surprise of his sudden aggressiveness, but she didn't stop him. She kissed him back, as a matter of fact. Things were getting steamy in the shower room (no pun intended).
They broke apart, out of breath, and staring into each other's eyes deeply. They both wanted this, Harry could tell. Hermione simply nodded that it was time. Harry put his hands on her back and lowered her gently to the tile floor. He positioned himself over her, and was just about ready to get started, when Hermione said, "Oh, Harry, do you have any...protection." She said quietly, as if someone might hear her.
"No." he said in a frustrated tone.
"Oh, well, no worries. I know a spell," she said, getting up to grab her wand from the locker room. She returned about five seconds later, did the spell, and threw her wand aside, not wanting to go all the way back to the lockers. Harry smiled smugly as she made her way over to him.
"Now, where were we?" she asked, lying back down on the floor.
"I think we were right...here." He replied, repositioning himself over her. Now it was REALLY going to happen.
Hermione locked her ankles around his waist for leverage, and they began. She let out a soft moan as he entered her, closing her eyes and laying her head back. Harry sighed and just sat there for a second.
"Harry?" said Hermione. "Are you ok?"
"I'm...I'm fine. It's just..." he hesitated a moment, but Hermione had and idea of what he was going to say. "I've never really done this before." He finished.
"Well...I haven't REALLY either, not by choice anyway..." Harry nodded, which indicated that he understood. "Harry, it's fine."
"I know, I'm just...basking in the moment." This made Hermione laugh, which loosened them both up a little bit. "Ok, are we gonna do this?" Hermione nodded. "Ok then." Harry pushed himself a little deeper in to Hermione, making her let out a soft moan. He pulled himself out and pushed back in, not with great force, just enough to get a rhythm started.
And that's what happened. The two set up a rhythm, Harry kissing her every once in a while.
Hermione's cries grew louder, until they were echoing off the walls of the shower room (they were lucky it was almost 1:00 in the morning, or someone might have heard).
After a few more minutes, Harry wasn't with the rhythm anymore; he was on the edge, getting ready to let go. Hermione was on the edge as well, and buried her face in Harry's shoulder. They went for about another minute until they both collapsed. The two lay on the floor, both out of breath. Then Harry whispered, "That was great."
"Yeah." Replied Hermione.
After a few minutes, Harry said, "I suppose we should get going."
"Wait..." she said. Harry looked at her, a little confused. Hermione sat up, leaned in, and kissed him.
"I love you." He said.
"I can never hear that too often." She replied. "I love you too." She kissed him again.
"I love you." He said again. Hermione laughed.
"I love you too, Harry." She chuckled. "Let's gather our things."
And so, they gathered their things. Hermione grabbed her wand, and Harry grabbed his glasses, though they were a little steamed up. Harry walked over to the shower he had been using and turned off the water. They then got dressed, and walked out of the pitch. They were totally oblivious to the fact that they were out after hours, and not invisible.
The two waked into the castle hand in hand. When they turned the corner, whom should they run into, but Draco Malfoy? But he had his arm draped around Pansy Parkinson.
"Uh...I tell no one, you tell no one, right Potter?" he said. Harry simply nodded. That had to be their shortest confrontation with Malfoy in seven years. So, Harry and Hermione made it back to the common room safely, kissed each other good night, and went to their dorms. That was definitely the best...would you call it a date? Well, it was the best TIME they had ever had together (so far), and they wouldn't forget it.
A.N. Was this a good chapter? I know it was rated R, and it's pretty much my first R fan fic, so tell me how I did. I hope you liked this chapter; I myself didn't so much.
-MuchoSugar
Surprise, Surprise
It was late one night, around 12:30 AM, Harry walked into the Gryffindor locker room after a long solo practice. He was now the captain of the team, and always practiced later than the rest.
Harry hung his garments in his locker, grabbed a towel, and headed for the showers. Even though he hated those shower rooms, he wanted to look fresh just in case Hermione was in the common room when he got back.
He hung the towel up on a rack and turned on the hot water. He stood back and waited for it to become warm enough. He stepped halfway under the shower head and watched some dirt go down the drain. Harry stepped back and put his glasses on a shelf by the towel rack.
It was about three minutes into his shower that he heard the door to the locker room open then close. He thought it was just another Quidditch player who forgot something in their locker, so he continued to shower. He heard a locker open and, and after a while, close again. But he didn't hear the locker room door open, so it was then that he turned around, only to see the blurry form of someone standing in the door of the shower room, watching him.
"Whose there?" he asked. The person didn't answer, but advanced towards him. "I said, 'whose there?'" he repeated. As the person got closer, he realized it was a female, and not some perverted guy watching him. But he still felt uncomfortable, unless of course...
"Surprise." whispered Hermione's voice in his ear. Harry let out a sigh of relief. It was only...HERMIONE?!
"Hermione, what the Hell are you doing here?" he said.
"I said I'd surprise you, didn't I? Well, are you surprised?"
"Well, yeah, but-" Hermione cut him off by kissing him. Harry put his hands on her waist and wasn't too surprised to find her not wearing anything. This made Harry become quite aroused, which didn't go unnoticed by Hermione.
"A little excited, are we?"
"Just a little bit." He replied, leaning down and kissing her again. Harry backed up to get a good look at her. "You're so beautiful even when you're blurry." He whispered, kissing the spot between her neck and her shoulder. Hermione closed her eyes and took it all in. Harry had just washed his hair, so he smelled somewhat of rain. This is exactly how she always wanted to remember Harry.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked her.
"Do you want me to say no?"
"No, but-"
"Do you want to do this?"
"Of course."
"Then be quiet and stop worrying. If I didn't want to do this, I wouldn't be here." She said, placing her hand gently on his cheek. Harry nodded, and let out a sigh.
"I love you, and I never want to hurt you is all." He said.
"I love you too." She replied, wrapping her arms around his neck, and pressing herself up against him. Harry couldn't take it anymore, he ravenously kissed her, slipping his tongue inside her mouth. Hermione let out a soft moan in surprise of his sudden aggressiveness, but she didn't stop him. She kissed him back, as a matter of fact. Things were getting steamy in the shower room (no pun intended).
They broke apart, out of breath, and staring into each other's eyes deeply. They both wanted this, Harry could tell. Hermione simply nodded that it was time. Harry put his hands on her back and lowered her gently to the tile floor. He positioned himself over her, and was just about ready to get started, when Hermione said, "Oh, Harry, do you have any...protection." She said quietly, as if someone might hear her.
"No." he said in a frustrated tone.
"Oh, well, no worries. I know a spell," she said, getting up to grab her wand from the locker room. She returned about five seconds later, did the spell, and threw her wand aside, not wanting to go all the way back to the lockers. Harry smiled smugly as she made her way over to him.
"Now, where were we?" she asked, lying back down on the floor.
"I think we were right...here." He replied, repositioning himself over her. Now it was REALLY going to happen.
Hermione locked her ankles around his waist for leverage, and they began. She let out a soft moan as he entered her, closing her eyes and laying her head back. Harry sighed and just sat there for a second.
"Harry?" said Hermione. "Are you ok?"
"I'm...I'm fine. It's just..." he hesitated a moment, but Hermione had and idea of what he was going to say. "I've never really done this before." He finished.
"Well...I haven't REALLY either, not by choice anyway..." Harry nodded, which indicated that he understood. "Harry, it's fine."
"I know, I'm just...basking in the moment." This made Hermione laugh, which loosened them both up a little bit. "Ok, are we gonna do this?" Hermione nodded. "Ok then." Harry pushed himself a little deeper in to Hermione, making her let out a soft moan. He pulled himself out and pushed back in, not with great force, just enough to get a rhythm started.
And that's what happened. The two set up a rhythm, Harry kissing her every once in a while.
Hermione's cries grew louder, until they were echoing off the walls of the shower room (they were lucky it was almost 1:00 in the morning, or someone might have heard).
After a few more minutes, Harry wasn't with the rhythm anymore; he was on the edge, getting ready to let go. Hermione was on the edge as well, and buried her face in Harry's shoulder. They went for about another minute until they both collapsed. The two lay on the floor, both out of breath. Then Harry whispered, "That was great."
"Yeah." Replied Hermione.
After a few minutes, Harry said, "I suppose we should get going."
"Wait..." she said. Harry looked at her, a little confused. Hermione sat up, leaned in, and kissed him.
"I love you." He said.
"I can never hear that too often." She replied. "I love you too." She kissed him again.
"I love you." He said again. Hermione laughed.
"I love you too, Harry." She chuckled. "Let's gather our things."
And so, they gathered their things. Hermione grabbed her wand, and Harry grabbed his glasses, though they were a little steamed up. Harry walked over to the shower he had been using and turned off the water. They then got dressed, and walked out of the pitch. They were totally oblivious to the fact that they were out after hours, and not invisible.
The two waked into the castle hand in hand. When they turned the corner, whom should they run into, but Draco Malfoy? But he had his arm draped around Pansy Parkinson.
"Uh...I tell no one, you tell no one, right Potter?" he said. Harry simply nodded. That had to be their shortest confrontation with Malfoy in seven years. So, Harry and Hermione made it back to the common room safely, kissed each other good night, and went to their dorms. That was definitely the best...would you call it a date? Well, it was the best TIME they had ever had together (so far), and they wouldn't forget it.
A.N. Was this a good chapter? I know it was rated R, and it's pretty much my first R fan fic, so tell me how I did. I hope you liked this chapter; I myself didn't so much.
-MuchoSugar