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in this chap!!! ENJOY! :-D
He dashed up the stares, quick as a flash. When he reached the portrait of the Fat Lady, he gathered his breath and said the pass word, now Cornish Pixie.
When he entered the common room, at first he thought it was empty, but then he saw the silhouette of someone in the window. It was Hermione. She was crying.
"Hermione, what's wrong?" Harry asked as he drew closer to her.
"Oh, nothing." She replied quickly, wiping away the tears from her face.
"Hermione, there's something wrong, now please, tell me." Harry persisted, taking his robes off and laying them down on the sofa. He wasn't going to give up until she told him.
"I can't tell you." She replied, tears welling in her eyes again, as if she was bursting to tell him.
"Since when can you not talk to me about things?" he asked her, giving her a small smile.
She sighed heavily as he sat down on the window sill with her. "It's not that I can't......" she replied. "It's that I..." words seemed to fail her.
"It's that you what?" Harry prodded her.
"Harry, I.... I.... I like you.... A lot... more than a friend kind of like.... But I know you're with Colleen...." She replied as a tear started to stream down her face.
Harry scooted close to her, turned her head to face him. He looked deep into her eyes. Within the depths, he saw a great sorrow. The kind of sorrow he felt for Sirius.
"But Hermione," he began, touching her hand lightly. "I'm not with Colleen."
"You're- you're not?" she sputtered in disbelief.
"No, I'm not. Not anymore anyways. I realized that I didn't care for her that way. I realized that you're the only person I've ever really loved." He replied.
At this, she moved in close to him and kissed him lightly. When she pulled back, he framed her head in his hands and brought her back in.
"Oh, god. I love you Harry! I love you so much!" she cried as tears streamed down her face in joy.
"I love you too!" Harry replied, pulling her back into a passionate kiss.
As they kissed, Hermione began to stand up, beckoning Harry to rise with him. He gave in without hesitation, though in the back of his mind he was thinking "What's she got up her sleeve?"
She pressed tight up against him, and suddenly his question was answered. She wanted him... bad.
She reached for his belt buckle and started to undo it with surprising ease.
Harry began unbuttoning her blouse to reveal a silky white bra with lace on the borders. He'd never realized just how beautiful she truly was until that moment. They broke away momentarily and Harry took his shirt off. They leaned back into another passionate kiss. Their tongues mingled as if they'd both wanted to do this since the second they saw each other 7 years ago on the Hogwarts Express.
Hermione's shirt dropped to the floor along side Harry's. Harry reached around her back and undid her bra with more ease than he'd expected. Hermione let it fall to the floor on top of her shirt.
Harry pulled her in as close and as tight as he could, keeping on hand on her back, the other now on her breast. She had goose bumps and Harry could tell she was very nervous.
His hand moved from her breast down to the top of her pants and began to undo her low-rise jeans as she unzipped his pants and they fell to the floor. He stepped out of his trousers and reached down the back of her pants and squeezed her ass tightly.
He began to feel a tightening in his boxer shorts as their breathing rates began to increase. Everything seemed to be going by very fast, almost as if someone had hit the fast forward button.
She reached to the rims of her jeans and let them fall to the floor, then shoved them away with her foot off to the side with her shirt and bra.
Never had she wanted everyone this badly. Never had she thought that she would one day she would be in the Gryffindor Common Room about to make mad passionate love to Harry Potter.
Hermione leaned Harry back onto the back of the sofa and they toppled over and landed with a thud on the floor in front of the fire place, which was still burning brightly. Hermione got on top of Harry. She could feel him begging for entrance into her.
"Harry.... I.... I've never done this before." She confessed, blushing slightly.
"It's alright." Harry replied, pulling her down and kissing her lightly. "I'll be gentle."
He rolled over, keeping Hermione close to him. He slid his hand down her panties and slid them off down to her ankles, where she kicked them off the rest of the way. Harry took his boxers off to reveal his manhood, which was now harder than a rock and ready to go.
"This might hurt." He said, easing his cock into her. She was so warm and welcoming. Not at all afraid.
She let out a low moan of pain as he popped her cherry. She grabbed his back, leaving nail marks on his shoulders.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you." Harry said, easing himself inside her the rest of the way. "If you don't want to do this, we don't have to."
"No, I want to." Hermione replied, lifting her head and kissing him. "Just do it." She breathed in a sexy voice that did not belong to her, but she knew was hers.
Harry began to move back an forth slowly at first, careful not to cause her any more pain than he already had, but she soon began to moan softly in pleasure, and he quickened his pace. He moved swiftly back and forth, moving in and out of her in one flowed movement. She wrapped her legs around him, and moved with him, moaning louder with each thrust he made.
Harry had always imagined this. Always imagined all of this. This exact setting. The moonlight streaming in through the window, the fire burning brightly, and their bodies intertwined to become one.
She moaned louder, and as she did so, he had to cover her mouth as to not wake up everyone in the dormitories. His hand muffled the sound, but it was still very apparent that she was enduring great pleasure.
Her breathing rate became quick and shallow as she grew nearer and nearer to orgasm. His breathing rate became deep and heavy. Then, he felt a sudden release inside her as he let his seed loose. He let out a soft moan of pleasure. He kept going though, even though he already came.
Hermione's moaning grew the loudest that it could and she suddenly felt a great release in her mower abdomen as she orgasmed and squeezed Harry tightly as she began to quiver with pleasure.
Hair matted to his forehead, Harry slowed to a stop and kissed her lightly, his breathing rate still not back to normal.
"I love you." Harry said when he pulled away from her.
"I love you too." Hermione whispered to him, giving him a smile he'd never seen on her face before. It was a smile of utter joy and complete and total loving.
Shortly there after, they fell asleep on the sofa, Hermione in Harry's arms, not knowing that far above them, from the common room balcony, someone had seen them. Someone knew what they'd done and that someone wasn't about to sit idly by and let this happen again.
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The next morning, Harry awoke to see that Hermione was still fast asleep on his chest, breathing in and out slowly. Harry couldn't help but to notice how beautiful she was when she was asleep.
Based on the sky outside, it was still very early. It didn't look like anyone was up yet, so, quietly, and carefully, Harry moved out from under Hermione and slipped his boxers and trousers back on. He grabbed his shirt and robes, and headed upstairs to the boys dormitories to get ready for classes.
When he entered the boys' dormitory, he found that Ron, Neville, Seamus, and Dean were all still fast asleep, Neville snoring a wee bit.
He tiptoed over to his bed, and screwed it up a bit to make it look like he'd slept in it the night before. Then he walked to the foot of his four- poster and opened his trunk and took out a set of clean work robes. Silently, he dressed and went back downstairs to Hermione.
When he entered the common room, he saw that Hermione was still fast asleep, clutching a pillow that was where he used to be. How he longed to be that pillow at that moment. She'd wrapped up in her robes which they'd been using as a blanket.
He walked silently over to Hermione, knelt down beside her, and stroked her hair. It was so soft and it smelled so good; like a ripe bunch of strawberries.
He drug his finger along side her cheek, leaned in and kissed her at which point she woke up immediately.
"Morning." She greeted him giving him that same smile she'd given him the night before.
"Morning." He replied, returning the smile.
"What time is it?" she asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, but never faltering in her long, loving gaze.
"It's still early. No one's up yet." He replied.
Hermione yawned loudly and sat up, keeping her robes over her top. "I'm gonna go take e a shower, get ready for classes."
"Alright." Harry replied as she stood up.
Harry got up from his knee and grabbed her wrist as she began to walk away. She stopped and whipped around to face him. He leaned in and kissed her deeply. She wrapped her arms around his neck, letting her robes fall to the floor in a heap. She reached down with one hand and unzipped his trousers.
She reached down his trousers and into his boxers. Harry felt a nice tightening within his loins.
She withdrew his ever hardening cock and raised one leg up which Harry grabbed as he inserted himself into her. She was just as warm as he'd remembered.
He backed up against the brick wall of the common room, and turned around so Hermione had her back to the wall instead.
He grabbed her hips and she raised both legs up.
He started pumping her up and down. She wrapped her legs around his waste and dug her fingers into a groove in the wall behind her. She began moaning in a low, pleasurable tone. She shut her eyes tight as she reached closer and closer to orgasm.
Harry could feel himself drawing closer to cumming.
They moved as one as their breathing rates increased.
Hermione felt a sudden release of the build up she was having moments earlier as she let out a low moan which she tried to stifle but couldn't.
Harry kept going, not caring if anyone saw them, not caring if they were heard fucking like ravines beasts.
Hermione could feel a second, more intense build up welling inside her.
Harry pumped her harder and faster. Her moaning grew louder and louder until Harry was sure they were going to wake up the whole castle.
She felt another and even better release of the build up tension that had been welling inside her again.
As Hermione let out one more, even louder moan of pleasure, Harry could feel himself reaching his climax and he then felt a sudden release as he gave her one last good, hard, pump. He could feel his seed spread deep within her.
She kissed his passionately, intertwining her tongue with his. He sat her back down as he withdrew himself from her. She kissed him one last time and went over to her robe, and gathered up her clothes as she headed up to the girls dormitory to get ready for classes.
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They didn't see each other again until breakfast a few hours later.
Harry was already sitting at Gryffindor table with Ron when Hermione walked into the Great Hall.
"G'morning!" Hermione greeted them, giving Harry a slight glance in which Harry saw the want she felt for him deep within her beautiful brown eyes.
She took a seat next to Harry, sitting a bit closer to him than she normally would have, causing their knees to meet. Neither of them cared to move their legs.
"So, where were YOU last night, Harry?" Ron asked him as he shoved a piece of toast into his mouth.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked him as he brought a fork full of eggs up to his mouth. His voice was surprisingly convincing.
"You never came to bed last night. Where were you?" Ron replied as he buttered another piece of toast.
"Oh, that." Harry replied, taking a drink from his goblet. "I couldn't sleep, so I stayed down in the common room for most of the night."
"Oh, I figured you'd gotten together with Colleen or something." Ron replied raising his toast to his mouth.
"Why would you think that?!" Exclaimed Harry as he chocked on some pumpkin juice. He hadn't told anyone, even Ron, about him and Colleen.
"Well, it was a bit obvious, mate." Ron replied, taking a drink from his goblet to wash down the toast. "I mean, you and her were always sneaking off together. Kinda hard not to notice that something was going on."
"Well, it's over between me and her. I realized that I didn't think of her like that." At these words, Harry moved his foot closer to Hermione's. Ron didn't seem to notice this, for which Harry was very grateful for.
"Wow, what brought about the change of mind?" Ron prodded. Harry was beginning to think that maybe he knew about him and Hermione.
"I dunno, I guess I just realized that I didn't care for her like that." Harry replied, wanting more than ever to drop the subject.
"Well, sorry it didn't work out, mate." Ron replied, stuffing a fork of eggs into his mouth and washing it down with some pumpkin juice.
"If it wasn't meant to be, it wasn't meant to be." Harry replied, taking one last gulp of pumpkin juice, then excused himself to the boys room.
Hermione watched him leave the Hall, and as soon as Harry was out of site, Ron broke into the questions right off.
"Are you and Harry an item?" he asked, causing Hermione to choke on a piece of toast she had been swallowing at the time.
"W-what?!" she sputtered.
"Are you and Harry an item?" Ron repeated, looking her dead in the eye.
"Emm..."
She didn't have time to answer. The bell for first period rang and Harry came running back into the Hall to grab his school books for the morning's lessons.
He dashed up the stares, quick as a flash. When he reached the portrait of the Fat Lady, he gathered his breath and said the pass word, now Cornish Pixie.
When he entered the common room, at first he thought it was empty, but then he saw the silhouette of someone in the window. It was Hermione. She was crying.
"Hermione, what's wrong?" Harry asked as he drew closer to her.
"Oh, nothing." She replied quickly, wiping away the tears from her face.
"Hermione, there's something wrong, now please, tell me." Harry persisted, taking his robes off and laying them down on the sofa. He wasn't going to give up until she told him.
"I can't tell you." She replied, tears welling in her eyes again, as if she was bursting to tell him.
"Since when can you not talk to me about things?" he asked her, giving her a small smile.
She sighed heavily as he sat down on the window sill with her. "It's not that I can't......" she replied. "It's that I..." words seemed to fail her.
"It's that you what?" Harry prodded her.
"Harry, I.... I.... I like you.... A lot... more than a friend kind of like.... But I know you're with Colleen...." She replied as a tear started to stream down her face.
Harry scooted close to her, turned her head to face him. He looked deep into her eyes. Within the depths, he saw a great sorrow. The kind of sorrow he felt for Sirius.
"But Hermione," he began, touching her hand lightly. "I'm not with Colleen."
"You're- you're not?" she sputtered in disbelief.
"No, I'm not. Not anymore anyways. I realized that I didn't care for her that way. I realized that you're the only person I've ever really loved." He replied.
At this, she moved in close to him and kissed him lightly. When she pulled back, he framed her head in his hands and brought her back in.
"Oh, god. I love you Harry! I love you so much!" she cried as tears streamed down her face in joy.
"I love you too!" Harry replied, pulling her back into a passionate kiss.
As they kissed, Hermione began to stand up, beckoning Harry to rise with him. He gave in without hesitation, though in the back of his mind he was thinking "What's she got up her sleeve?"
She pressed tight up against him, and suddenly his question was answered. She wanted him... bad.
She reached for his belt buckle and started to undo it with surprising ease.
Harry began unbuttoning her blouse to reveal a silky white bra with lace on the borders. He'd never realized just how beautiful she truly was until that moment. They broke away momentarily and Harry took his shirt off. They leaned back into another passionate kiss. Their tongues mingled as if they'd both wanted to do this since the second they saw each other 7 years ago on the Hogwarts Express.
Hermione's shirt dropped to the floor along side Harry's. Harry reached around her back and undid her bra with more ease than he'd expected. Hermione let it fall to the floor on top of her shirt.
Harry pulled her in as close and as tight as he could, keeping on hand on her back, the other now on her breast. She had goose bumps and Harry could tell she was very nervous.
His hand moved from her breast down to the top of her pants and began to undo her low-rise jeans as she unzipped his pants and they fell to the floor. He stepped out of his trousers and reached down the back of her pants and squeezed her ass tightly.
He began to feel a tightening in his boxer shorts as their breathing rates began to increase. Everything seemed to be going by very fast, almost as if someone had hit the fast forward button.
She reached to the rims of her jeans and let them fall to the floor, then shoved them away with her foot off to the side with her shirt and bra.
Never had she wanted everyone this badly. Never had she thought that she would one day she would be in the Gryffindor Common Room about to make mad passionate love to Harry Potter.
Hermione leaned Harry back onto the back of the sofa and they toppled over and landed with a thud on the floor in front of the fire place, which was still burning brightly. Hermione got on top of Harry. She could feel him begging for entrance into her.
"Harry.... I.... I've never done this before." She confessed, blushing slightly.
"It's alright." Harry replied, pulling her down and kissing her lightly. "I'll be gentle."
He rolled over, keeping Hermione close to him. He slid his hand down her panties and slid them off down to her ankles, where she kicked them off the rest of the way. Harry took his boxers off to reveal his manhood, which was now harder than a rock and ready to go.
"This might hurt." He said, easing his cock into her. She was so warm and welcoming. Not at all afraid.
She let out a low moan of pain as he popped her cherry. She grabbed his back, leaving nail marks on his shoulders.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you." Harry said, easing himself inside her the rest of the way. "If you don't want to do this, we don't have to."
"No, I want to." Hermione replied, lifting her head and kissing him. "Just do it." She breathed in a sexy voice that did not belong to her, but she knew was hers.
Harry began to move back an forth slowly at first, careful not to cause her any more pain than he already had, but she soon began to moan softly in pleasure, and he quickened his pace. He moved swiftly back and forth, moving in and out of her in one flowed movement. She wrapped her legs around him, and moved with him, moaning louder with each thrust he made.
Harry had always imagined this. Always imagined all of this. This exact setting. The moonlight streaming in through the window, the fire burning brightly, and their bodies intertwined to become one.
She moaned louder, and as she did so, he had to cover her mouth as to not wake up everyone in the dormitories. His hand muffled the sound, but it was still very apparent that she was enduring great pleasure.
Her breathing rate became quick and shallow as she grew nearer and nearer to orgasm. His breathing rate became deep and heavy. Then, he felt a sudden release inside her as he let his seed loose. He let out a soft moan of pleasure. He kept going though, even though he already came.
Hermione's moaning grew the loudest that it could and she suddenly felt a great release in her mower abdomen as she orgasmed and squeezed Harry tightly as she began to quiver with pleasure.
Hair matted to his forehead, Harry slowed to a stop and kissed her lightly, his breathing rate still not back to normal.
"I love you." Harry said when he pulled away from her.
"I love you too." Hermione whispered to him, giving him a smile he'd never seen on her face before. It was a smile of utter joy and complete and total loving.
Shortly there after, they fell asleep on the sofa, Hermione in Harry's arms, not knowing that far above them, from the common room balcony, someone had seen them. Someone knew what they'd done and that someone wasn't about to sit idly by and let this happen again.
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The next morning, Harry awoke to see that Hermione was still fast asleep on his chest, breathing in and out slowly. Harry couldn't help but to notice how beautiful she was when she was asleep.
Based on the sky outside, it was still very early. It didn't look like anyone was up yet, so, quietly, and carefully, Harry moved out from under Hermione and slipped his boxers and trousers back on. He grabbed his shirt and robes, and headed upstairs to the boys dormitories to get ready for classes.
When he entered the boys' dormitory, he found that Ron, Neville, Seamus, and Dean were all still fast asleep, Neville snoring a wee bit.
He tiptoed over to his bed, and screwed it up a bit to make it look like he'd slept in it the night before. Then he walked to the foot of his four- poster and opened his trunk and took out a set of clean work robes. Silently, he dressed and went back downstairs to Hermione.
When he entered the common room, he saw that Hermione was still fast asleep, clutching a pillow that was where he used to be. How he longed to be that pillow at that moment. She'd wrapped up in her robes which they'd been using as a blanket.
He walked silently over to Hermione, knelt down beside her, and stroked her hair. It was so soft and it smelled so good; like a ripe bunch of strawberries.
He drug his finger along side her cheek, leaned in and kissed her at which point she woke up immediately.
"Morning." She greeted him giving him that same smile she'd given him the night before.
"Morning." He replied, returning the smile.
"What time is it?" she asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, but never faltering in her long, loving gaze.
"It's still early. No one's up yet." He replied.
Hermione yawned loudly and sat up, keeping her robes over her top. "I'm gonna go take e a shower, get ready for classes."
"Alright." Harry replied as she stood up.
Harry got up from his knee and grabbed her wrist as she began to walk away. She stopped and whipped around to face him. He leaned in and kissed her deeply. She wrapped her arms around his neck, letting her robes fall to the floor in a heap. She reached down with one hand and unzipped his trousers.
She reached down his trousers and into his boxers. Harry felt a nice tightening within his loins.
She withdrew his ever hardening cock and raised one leg up which Harry grabbed as he inserted himself into her. She was just as warm as he'd remembered.
He backed up against the brick wall of the common room, and turned around so Hermione had her back to the wall instead.
He grabbed her hips and she raised both legs up.
He started pumping her up and down. She wrapped her legs around his waste and dug her fingers into a groove in the wall behind her. She began moaning in a low, pleasurable tone. She shut her eyes tight as she reached closer and closer to orgasm.
Harry could feel himself drawing closer to cumming.
They moved as one as their breathing rates increased.
Hermione felt a sudden release of the build up she was having moments earlier as she let out a low moan which she tried to stifle but couldn't.
Harry kept going, not caring if anyone saw them, not caring if they were heard fucking like ravines beasts.
Hermione could feel a second, more intense build up welling inside her.
Harry pumped her harder and faster. Her moaning grew louder and louder until Harry was sure they were going to wake up the whole castle.
She felt another and even better release of the build up tension that had been welling inside her again.
As Hermione let out one more, even louder moan of pleasure, Harry could feel himself reaching his climax and he then felt a sudden release as he gave her one last good, hard, pump. He could feel his seed spread deep within her.
She kissed his passionately, intertwining her tongue with his. He sat her back down as he withdrew himself from her. She kissed him one last time and went over to her robe, and gathered up her clothes as she headed up to the girls dormitory to get ready for classes.
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They didn't see each other again until breakfast a few hours later.
Harry was already sitting at Gryffindor table with Ron when Hermione walked into the Great Hall.
"G'morning!" Hermione greeted them, giving Harry a slight glance in which Harry saw the want she felt for him deep within her beautiful brown eyes.
She took a seat next to Harry, sitting a bit closer to him than she normally would have, causing their knees to meet. Neither of them cared to move their legs.
"So, where were YOU last night, Harry?" Ron asked him as he shoved a piece of toast into his mouth.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked him as he brought a fork full of eggs up to his mouth. His voice was surprisingly convincing.
"You never came to bed last night. Where were you?" Ron replied as he buttered another piece of toast.
"Oh, that." Harry replied, taking a drink from his goblet. "I couldn't sleep, so I stayed down in the common room for most of the night."
"Oh, I figured you'd gotten together with Colleen or something." Ron replied raising his toast to his mouth.
"Why would you think that?!" Exclaimed Harry as he chocked on some pumpkin juice. He hadn't told anyone, even Ron, about him and Colleen.
"Well, it was a bit obvious, mate." Ron replied, taking a drink from his goblet to wash down the toast. "I mean, you and her were always sneaking off together. Kinda hard not to notice that something was going on."
"Well, it's over between me and her. I realized that I didn't think of her like that." At these words, Harry moved his foot closer to Hermione's. Ron didn't seem to notice this, for which Harry was very grateful for.
"Wow, what brought about the change of mind?" Ron prodded. Harry was beginning to think that maybe he knew about him and Hermione.
"I dunno, I guess I just realized that I didn't care for her like that." Harry replied, wanting more than ever to drop the subject.
"Well, sorry it didn't work out, mate." Ron replied, stuffing a fork of eggs into his mouth and washing it down with some pumpkin juice.
"If it wasn't meant to be, it wasn't meant to be." Harry replied, taking one last gulp of pumpkin juice, then excused himself to the boys room.
Hermione watched him leave the Hall, and as soon as Harry was out of site, Ron broke into the questions right off.
"Are you and Harry an item?" he asked, causing Hermione to choke on a piece of toast she had been swallowing at the time.
"W-what?!" she sputtered.
"Are you and Harry an item?" Ron repeated, looking her dead in the eye.
"Emm..."
She didn't have time to answer. The bell for first period rang and Harry came running back into the Hall to grab his school books for the morning's lessons.