Title: It Happened One Night Part Three
Rating: Hard R
Disclaimer: None of these phenomenal characters belong to me; they are the
brainchildren of the fabulous JKR. Please don't sue me. I'm a college
student who survives on jelly sandwiches; you won't get much.
Author's Note: Full NC-17 version will be available at www.portkey.org
Harry quickly walked up and down the dimly lit corridors of Hogwarts, a wistful little smile painted on his face. His mind was still reeling from what had happened moments ago; he could still taste her lips, still feel her warmth in his arms. His heart pounded at the mere thought of her.
Never had Harry inspected the corridors so quickly, his mind already back in the common room of the head boy and girl dormitory. He half-craved, half-dreaded the conversation he knew would have to take place in a few short moments. He wasn't accustomed to how he was feeling, never thinking that he would ever experience the love that was filling his heart or feel the love that she was so willing to give him. As extraordinary as this feeling was it was equally as terrifying.
It had been Harry's experience that to love someone is to lose them, and Hermione was the one person necessary to him being able to be Harry Potter, to live, and to simply breath. He was afraid their newfound relationship would revert back to only friendship, knowing he would always desire her to be more. She was the woman who now held his heart in voluntary captivity.
She loves me, he thought with a broad smile, she really, truly, loves me. She was the first person to look beyond the scar and see the scared little boy living in the Dursley's tiny cupboard underneath the stairs.
As Harry rounded the corner of the halls on his inspection route he was hit with the familiar smell of strawberries and vanilla. He would know that smell anywhere; it could only be Hermione.
He raised his wand and said, "Accio Cloak." He laughed as his invisibility cloak dropped into his hand, revealing a smiling Hermione.
"How did you know I was here?" she asked, knowing that she should never have underestimated the extraordinary man standing in front of her.
"My heart beats a little faster when you're near," he replied suavely. He couldn't help but feel pleased as a shy little blush crept across her cheeks.
"Smooth talker," she replied unwilling to show just how much his words had affected her.
"Sneaking about the hallway at night and theft," he said, "What kind of example are you setting, Ms. Granger? Ron and I certainly have corrupted you."
She sauntered toward him with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes, "I have yet to be corrupted, Mr. Potter." Her voice was laden with innuendo. "Besides, as Head Girl I am perfectly entitled to wander about the halls, and it was hardly theft considering you left your cloak in our shared common room."
He always loved her explanatory tone of voice. "I suppose I could overlook it just this once," he said, gingerly placing a kiss upon her forehead and taking her hand in his. "What are you doing about? I thought you were going to wait back in the dormitory."
"I just wanted to arrange for a little surprise for you, well, for us, I suppose." The look of confusion on his face was utterly adorable.
"A surprise?" he asked, "What sort of surprise?"
"You'll have to wait and see, you silly git," she replied, as they walked hand in hand back to the dormitories.
He mumbled their password to the portrait of a knight in shining armor, sitting atop a mighty stead, "Freshly caught Cornish Pixies." The portrait swung open.
Before Harry could step inside Hermione held him back, keeping a firm hold on his hand.
"Harry," she whispered, "What's going to happen tomorrow? Will you still love me? Or will I wake and find all of this a dream?"
"This is very real, Hermione. I love you, tonight, tomorrow, always, forever."
Her smile lit up her whole face and she kissed then tiptoed to whisper into his ear, "You are my heart, Harry. I love you more than I thought it was possible to love anyone and I don't know what I'd do without you."
"You'll never have to find out; I promise," he solemnly vowed, "Voldemort is gone. We don't have to live our lives with the constant worry about what's going to step out of the shadow. We can just be together."
She looked deeply into his emerald eyes then wordlessly guided him into their dormitory, knowing she had made the right decision. Harry was not prepared for the sight before him. The room was bathed in the soft light countless candles. They were everywhere: along the mantle, across the floor, leading up the stairs, floating in midair. Rose petals were strewn about the room, and a blanket was laid upon a soft looking blanket in front of the fireplace.
"Hermione," he said, his voice warm and gentle, "You amaze me. How in blazes did you manage to do this? I was only gone just a few moments."
"Just a few simple flicks of the wand and a little extra help from Dobby. That house-elf really loves you."
"Everybody loves me," he replied cheekily, earning him a playful swat on the arm.
"Especially me," she grinned taking the opportunity to ruffle his hair. "Come on, Harry. Let's sit in front of the fire."
He allowed her to lead him over to the blanket, which was oh so carefully laid out in front of the fire. He sat against a large pillow. Hermione sat between his legs, leaning against his chest. She felt a warmth come to her cheeks when his arms wrapped around his waist.
"Isn't this funny?" she asked softly.
"Isn't what funny?" he asked, nuzzling and kissing her neck.
"How natural this feels. No awkwardness. I feel like I've been kissing you all my life. Why did this take us so long, Harry? Think of all the kisses we've missed."
"I don't think we were ready, sweetheart. I knew that if anything were to happen between us it would be something to be taken very seriously, a real commitment."
She reached over to the basket and withdrew a couple of goblets and a bottle of recently transformed wine, as well as a platter of strawberries. She delicately picked up a strawberry and held it up to his lips, laughing when he gobbled the entire thing in a single bite.
She looked up and saw fire dancing in his eyes, not entirely unaware of the fire dancing in her own. Their lips brushed ever so softly.
He pulled her onto his lap and showered her with kisses: her cheeks, her lips, her eyes, her neck. She gasped softly as he began to lightly suckle her neck, swirling his tongue in an excruciatingly tantalizing motion.
Their eyes met as she slowly began to undo the buttons of his robe. She felt his body shiver as she ran her hands up and down his chest and abs, obviously admiring his well formed physique.
When she moved to remove his shirt he stopped her. "Hermione, are you sure about this?" He asked, "If you said tomorrow that this was a mistake my heart just wouldn't be able to handle it."
"I have never been more sure of anything," she replied, "I want you to be my first. I want you to be my only."
Harry smiled at her reply. His heart was pounding so hard he was sure that she would be able to hear it. "I love you, so much that it almost hurts." He kissed her, dragging his lips slowly and sensually across hers. "My first. My only."
Her heart fluttered. She had never dared to ask Harry if he had given his virginity to Cho Chang. She suspected that he had; they had been together for nearly two years. It pleased her to no end that she would know Harry in a way that no other women had.
Suddenly, no words were needed. Conversation took the form of caresses and looks. Harry reached to unbutton Hermione's robe but she stopped him, then raising his arms above his head so she could remove his jumper. Her actions were clear. She intended to torture him a bit first. Evil woman, he thought with a smirk, though all cohesive thought left his mind when he felt her hot mouth placing kisses on his chest.
Their eyes locked once more and Harry's mind went into sensory overload as he felt her unbuckling his belt. He knew she must have seen the bulge in his pants, which was becoming increasingly more painful.
In contrast with her previously slow pace he was surprised when his clothing suddenly disappeared; he knew she must have muttered a disrobing charm. Clever girl.
Her eyes widened as she saw Harry for the first time. His body was beautiful and all hers, she thought with a grin. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. Her soft kiss quickly heated up, turning into a bruising kiss. He pressed her body up against his naked form, running his hands up her arms, across her shoulders, slowly sliding her unbuttoned robe off her shoulders, revealing her soft creamy skin. She was wearing absolutely nothing under her robe.
"Surprise," she said simply.
He didn't reply; he was mesmerized. His eyes ran over her body, as if trying to burn every detail into his memory, causing a deep crimson blush to wash over her face. Suppressing his typical male mind frame whose only thought was 'girl pretty', he was finally able to speak. "You're gorgeous," he said. He tenderly kissed the spot above her heart. "What did I do to deserve you?"
Hermione thought she knew everything to know about her best friend, but she had never met this tender, romantic, man. Before she could stop herself there were tears running down her face. "No, Harry. What did I do to deserve you?"
He kissed her tears away and told her quietly, "I never had a real home, Hermione and home is where the heart is. You're home to me now; you have my heart."
She silenced him with a kiss, making it clear she no longer wanted to speak. Her hands explored his body, running down his back, loving the feel of his skin against hers. She rested her hands on his slim waist as he ran a trail of burning kisses down the side of her neck and the hollow of her throat.
With the seeming familiarity and ease of longtime lovers he gently laid her upon the blanket, covering her body with his own. His tongue ran across her lips and she gladly granted him entrance. Their level of passion was increasing by leaps and bounds with every passing second. She could feel his excitement pressing against her thigh. The knowledge that she had effect on him delighted her.
She looked into his eyes which were burning pools of deep emerald and could feel the desire emanating from him in waves. His eyes asked an unspoken question to which she nodded her assent.
She guided him into her, gasping at the contrasting sensations. Pain. Pleasure. Only a fine line between the two. Never had they felt a connection so strong with one another. It was the coming together of two halves which would never be whole again without one another. There were no awkward moments; they moved against each other with the fluidity of dances, gracefully and skillfully.
"I love you," he whispered into her ear, marveling at the feeling of being totally surrounded by her.
"I love you," she murmured.
The sensations coursing through her body were so powerful that she doubted there was a word in the English language that would do it justice.
They loved each other well into the night, only stopping when their bodies were too exhausted to continue.
Author's Note: Full version at www.portkey.org will be up soon. Please review. It's what keeps me writing.
Author's Note: Full NC-17 version will be available at www.portkey.org
Harry quickly walked up and down the dimly lit corridors of Hogwarts, a wistful little smile painted on his face. His mind was still reeling from what had happened moments ago; he could still taste her lips, still feel her warmth in his arms. His heart pounded at the mere thought of her.
Never had Harry inspected the corridors so quickly, his mind already back in the common room of the head boy and girl dormitory. He half-craved, half-dreaded the conversation he knew would have to take place in a few short moments. He wasn't accustomed to how he was feeling, never thinking that he would ever experience the love that was filling his heart or feel the love that she was so willing to give him. As extraordinary as this feeling was it was equally as terrifying.
It had been Harry's experience that to love someone is to lose them, and Hermione was the one person necessary to him being able to be Harry Potter, to live, and to simply breath. He was afraid their newfound relationship would revert back to only friendship, knowing he would always desire her to be more. She was the woman who now held his heart in voluntary captivity.
She loves me, he thought with a broad smile, she really, truly, loves me. She was the first person to look beyond the scar and see the scared little boy living in the Dursley's tiny cupboard underneath the stairs.
As Harry rounded the corner of the halls on his inspection route he was hit with the familiar smell of strawberries and vanilla. He would know that smell anywhere; it could only be Hermione.
He raised his wand and said, "Accio Cloak." He laughed as his invisibility cloak dropped into his hand, revealing a smiling Hermione.
"How did you know I was here?" she asked, knowing that she should never have underestimated the extraordinary man standing in front of her.
"My heart beats a little faster when you're near," he replied suavely. He couldn't help but feel pleased as a shy little blush crept across her cheeks.
"Smooth talker," she replied unwilling to show just how much his words had affected her.
"Sneaking about the hallway at night and theft," he said, "What kind of example are you setting, Ms. Granger? Ron and I certainly have corrupted you."
She sauntered toward him with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes, "I have yet to be corrupted, Mr. Potter." Her voice was laden with innuendo. "Besides, as Head Girl I am perfectly entitled to wander about the halls, and it was hardly theft considering you left your cloak in our shared common room."
He always loved her explanatory tone of voice. "I suppose I could overlook it just this once," he said, gingerly placing a kiss upon her forehead and taking her hand in his. "What are you doing about? I thought you were going to wait back in the dormitory."
"I just wanted to arrange for a little surprise for you, well, for us, I suppose." The look of confusion on his face was utterly adorable.
"A surprise?" he asked, "What sort of surprise?"
"You'll have to wait and see, you silly git," she replied, as they walked hand in hand back to the dormitories.
He mumbled their password to the portrait of a knight in shining armor, sitting atop a mighty stead, "Freshly caught Cornish Pixies." The portrait swung open.
Before Harry could step inside Hermione held him back, keeping a firm hold on his hand.
"Harry," she whispered, "What's going to happen tomorrow? Will you still love me? Or will I wake and find all of this a dream?"
"This is very real, Hermione. I love you, tonight, tomorrow, always, forever."
Her smile lit up her whole face and she kissed then tiptoed to whisper into his ear, "You are my heart, Harry. I love you more than I thought it was possible to love anyone and I don't know what I'd do without you."
"You'll never have to find out; I promise," he solemnly vowed, "Voldemort is gone. We don't have to live our lives with the constant worry about what's going to step out of the shadow. We can just be together."
She looked deeply into his emerald eyes then wordlessly guided him into their dormitory, knowing she had made the right decision. Harry was not prepared for the sight before him. The room was bathed in the soft light countless candles. They were everywhere: along the mantle, across the floor, leading up the stairs, floating in midair. Rose petals were strewn about the room, and a blanket was laid upon a soft looking blanket in front of the fireplace.
"Hermione," he said, his voice warm and gentle, "You amaze me. How in blazes did you manage to do this? I was only gone just a few moments."
"Just a few simple flicks of the wand and a little extra help from Dobby. That house-elf really loves you."
"Everybody loves me," he replied cheekily, earning him a playful swat on the arm.
"Especially me," she grinned taking the opportunity to ruffle his hair. "Come on, Harry. Let's sit in front of the fire."
He allowed her to lead him over to the blanket, which was oh so carefully laid out in front of the fire. He sat against a large pillow. Hermione sat between his legs, leaning against his chest. She felt a warmth come to her cheeks when his arms wrapped around his waist.
"Isn't this funny?" she asked softly.
"Isn't what funny?" he asked, nuzzling and kissing her neck.
"How natural this feels. No awkwardness. I feel like I've been kissing you all my life. Why did this take us so long, Harry? Think of all the kisses we've missed."
"I don't think we were ready, sweetheart. I knew that if anything were to happen between us it would be something to be taken very seriously, a real commitment."
She reached over to the basket and withdrew a couple of goblets and a bottle of recently transformed wine, as well as a platter of strawberries. She delicately picked up a strawberry and held it up to his lips, laughing when he gobbled the entire thing in a single bite.
She looked up and saw fire dancing in his eyes, not entirely unaware of the fire dancing in her own. Their lips brushed ever so softly.
He pulled her onto his lap and showered her with kisses: her cheeks, her lips, her eyes, her neck. She gasped softly as he began to lightly suckle her neck, swirling his tongue in an excruciatingly tantalizing motion.
Their eyes met as she slowly began to undo the buttons of his robe. She felt his body shiver as she ran her hands up and down his chest and abs, obviously admiring his well formed physique.
When she moved to remove his shirt he stopped her. "Hermione, are you sure about this?" He asked, "If you said tomorrow that this was a mistake my heart just wouldn't be able to handle it."
"I have never been more sure of anything," she replied, "I want you to be my first. I want you to be my only."
Harry smiled at her reply. His heart was pounding so hard he was sure that she would be able to hear it. "I love you, so much that it almost hurts." He kissed her, dragging his lips slowly and sensually across hers. "My first. My only."
Her heart fluttered. She had never dared to ask Harry if he had given his virginity to Cho Chang. She suspected that he had; they had been together for nearly two years. It pleased her to no end that she would know Harry in a way that no other women had.
Suddenly, no words were needed. Conversation took the form of caresses and looks. Harry reached to unbutton Hermione's robe but she stopped him, then raising his arms above his head so she could remove his jumper. Her actions were clear. She intended to torture him a bit first. Evil woman, he thought with a smirk, though all cohesive thought left his mind when he felt her hot mouth placing kisses on his chest.
Their eyes locked once more and Harry's mind went into sensory overload as he felt her unbuckling his belt. He knew she must have seen the bulge in his pants, which was becoming increasingly more painful.
In contrast with her previously slow pace he was surprised when his clothing suddenly disappeared; he knew she must have muttered a disrobing charm. Clever girl.
Her eyes widened as she saw Harry for the first time. His body was beautiful and all hers, she thought with a grin. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. Her soft kiss quickly heated up, turning into a bruising kiss. He pressed her body up against his naked form, running his hands up her arms, across her shoulders, slowly sliding her unbuttoned robe off her shoulders, revealing her soft creamy skin. She was wearing absolutely nothing under her robe.
"Surprise," she said simply.
He didn't reply; he was mesmerized. His eyes ran over her body, as if trying to burn every detail into his memory, causing a deep crimson blush to wash over her face. Suppressing his typical male mind frame whose only thought was 'girl pretty', he was finally able to speak. "You're gorgeous," he said. He tenderly kissed the spot above her heart. "What did I do to deserve you?"
Hermione thought she knew everything to know about her best friend, but she had never met this tender, romantic, man. Before she could stop herself there were tears running down her face. "No, Harry. What did I do to deserve you?"
He kissed her tears away and told her quietly, "I never had a real home, Hermione and home is where the heart is. You're home to me now; you have my heart."
She silenced him with a kiss, making it clear she no longer wanted to speak. Her hands explored his body, running down his back, loving the feel of his skin against hers. She rested her hands on his slim waist as he ran a trail of burning kisses down the side of her neck and the hollow of her throat.
With the seeming familiarity and ease of longtime lovers he gently laid her upon the blanket, covering her body with his own. His tongue ran across her lips and she gladly granted him entrance. Their level of passion was increasing by leaps and bounds with every passing second. She could feel his excitement pressing against her thigh. The knowledge that she had effect on him delighted her.
She looked into his eyes which were burning pools of deep emerald and could feel the desire emanating from him in waves. His eyes asked an unspoken question to which she nodded her assent.
She guided him into her, gasping at the contrasting sensations. Pain. Pleasure. Only a fine line between the two. Never had they felt a connection so strong with one another. It was the coming together of two halves which would never be whole again without one another. There were no awkward moments; they moved against each other with the fluidity of dances, gracefully and skillfully.
"I love you," he whispered into her ear, marveling at the feeling of being totally surrounded by her.
"I love you," she murmured.
The sensations coursing through her body were so powerful that she doubted there was a word in the English language that would do it justice.
They loved each other well into the night, only stopping when their bodies were too exhausted to continue.
Author's Note: Full version at www.portkey.org will be up soon. Please review. It's what keeps me writing.