A soft knock on the door of his room stilled Harry from the removal of his pants, his shirt already discarded on the floor beside his bed. The long hours of Quidditch practice in preperation for the next day's game had left him exhausted and sweaty, eager to strip of his clothes and fall into bed.
When Hermione entered the room, his plans abruptly changed. His fatigue was quickly forgotten at the possibilities posed by having Hermione alone in his room, and he smiled at her as she approached the bed and sat down gentle on the edge.
"How was practice?" she asked innocently, not giving him time to answer as she placed her hand on his neck and pulled him gently to her, kissing him lightly. He smiled against her lips and pulled her into his lap as she moved to kiss his neck. "You look good," she said quietly, her small hand journeying down towards his shoulder as she sucked lightly at the skin of his neck. "Taste good, too," she purred.
"So do you," he moaned, wishing that coming home after Quidditch practice would always be rewarded with this kind of attention.
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A/N: This chapter and the rest of this story are continued on Portkey.org under the same title. As soon as I figure out how to post a fic on that site (I must be an idiot because I tried for about an hour last night to no avail), you can find the rest there. It is all written and ready to go as soon as I can figure out the damn confusing site controls.
P.S. This fic has been moved for ratings reasons, since Fanfiction.net no longer allows NC-17 rated fics. *rolleyes*
When Hermione entered the room, his plans abruptly changed. His fatigue was quickly forgotten at the possibilities posed by having Hermione alone in his room, and he smiled at her as she approached the bed and sat down gentle on the edge.
"How was practice?" she asked innocently, not giving him time to answer as she placed her hand on his neck and pulled him gently to her, kissing him lightly. He smiled against her lips and pulled her into his lap as she moved to kiss his neck. "You look good," she said quietly, her small hand journeying down towards his shoulder as she sucked lightly at the skin of his neck. "Taste good, too," she purred.
"So do you," he moaned, wishing that coming home after Quidditch practice would always be rewarded with this kind of attention.
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A/N: This chapter and the rest of this story are continued on Portkey.org under the same title. As soon as I figure out how to post a fic on that site (I must be an idiot because I tried for about an hour last night to no avail), you can find the rest there. It is all written and ready to go as soon as I can figure out the damn confusing site controls.
P.S. This fic has been moved for ratings reasons, since Fanfiction.net no longer allows NC-17 rated fics. *rolleyes*