A/N: Haha my reviews made me chuckle qutie a bit this time. I AM WELL AWARE THAT I AM A GIGANTIC CORNBALL! haha when is romantic harry potter fan fiction NOT corny? And I do give you props for catching that mistake...I was gonna go back and fix it right away, but i didn't think anyone would notice. Snaps for you...you deserve a cookie of self gratification. Okay I don't know about you but I was gettin pretty antsy just waiting for them to start really fooling around so....yeah just read on... Oh, and this one's more from Hermione's point of view again...
Those green eyes. Those beautiful green eyes that she couldn't escape, even if she wanted to. Hermione simply melted at the thought of his shining eyes piercing her soul.
"There will be a test tomorow..." Professor McGonnagal droned on, and Hermione's concentration became once again sharp and focused. For the first time in her educational career, Hermione Granger was having trouble paying attention to in class. There was just something about him; something that made him seem more important than anything else.
Suddenly, a small, folded letter was inched onto Hermione's desk. She looked up quickly to make sure Professor McGonnagal had not noticed, before unfolding the letter quickly. Her eyes scanned the paper, as a small smile crossed her lips.
Hermione-
Room of Requirements at 9. I've got a surprise.
That scribbled handwriting could only belong to one person. Hermione looked up at Harry, who sat wtih a broad smirk on his face.
'What am I getting myself into?' Hermione asked herself with a laugh, as Professor McGonnagal dismissed the class.
Harry waited patiently outside of the classroom for Hermione as she packed her books. When she arrived, an eager grin spread across his face.
"Harry, I really don't think we should go," Hermione said with a sigh, always being the voice of reason.
"Why not?" Asked Harry, taking her free hand in his.
"Well, I don't know...It just seems risky, is all."
"That's what makes it fun." Hermione looked up at his glowing eyes. This was just like him to need a little adventure, even if it meant risking both of them.
"Well, with Malfoy still gone..."
"He wouldn't just be walking the halls of Hogwarts, Hermione. Not with everyone watching out for him."
"Just to be safe, I mean...you never know..."
"Hermione," He said, stopping to take both of her hands. "I know you're afraid of him, but just trust me. I promise it will be worth it...I've got something planned that you won't want to miss. I'm going to the library for a while. You didn't eat breakfast, you must be starving. Go get lunch and I'll see you tonight."
Hermione watched him walk away, knowing now that she didn't have much of a choice but to go. Feeling hungry for the first time that day, Hermione headed off to the Great Hall, hoping to find Ron absorbed in a heap of food.
8:34
Hermione looked hopefully over at the clock and sighed. The minutes seemed like hours as she sat, trying to concentrate on her potions essay, while her mind was being entertained elsewhere. After a few more minutes of this torture, Hermione stood from her work, realizing that it was no use to sit there and stare at if for another half hour.
'What is he planning?' Hermione asked herself desperately, as though hoping she could easily answer herself. If Harry had told her, at least, she would know what to wear.
Searching aimlessly through a neat stack of clothes, Hermione stumbled upon a pink button up t-shirt, and a knee-length black and pink skirt that her mother had bought her just last summer. It wasn't stunning, but it would have to do.
8:42
The minutes were crawling by, as Hermione took another quick glance at the clock. She walked into the bathroom, changed, and left, but not before dabbing on some of Parvati's eyeshadow and throwing on her own robe. Hermione Granger walking down the corridors at 9:00 in a skirt and a top would look very suspicious.
All the way to the room of requirements, Hermione racked her brain, coming up with everything that could go wrong. Before she had enough time to convince herself to turn back, Hermione had reached her destination. Heart pouding, Hermione slowly turned the knob on the magical door, and entered.
"Right on time," Said a voice as Harry stepped in front of her, wearing a pale blue shirt and a pair of nice black pants.
Hermione gasped as she gazed around the room in awe. The carpet was a deep red, as were the long curtains hanging on the walls. The ceiling, very much like the Great Hall, was bewitched to portray the night's sky. Stars twinkled above, and the only other light were a few candles that glowed on the walls, and a few that lined a large circle in the middle of the room. As Hermione neared the mysterious circle, she realized it was a hot tub, already hot and bubbling. In the corner behind a book case, Hermione now saw a large bed with deep red sheets matching the carpet and curtains. Hermione turned back toward Harry, eyes wide in shock.
"Harry, it's...oh, it's beautiful," She whispered, now observing the moving pictures on the wall.
"I'm glad you like it," Harry said, obviously proud of himself for thinking up the idea.
He walked slowly to the side of the hot tub behind Hermione, wrapping his arms around her waist and planting feathery kisses on her neck. She turned around to face him, as her soft lips met his.
"That hot tub looks pretty good, huh?" Harry asked with a devilish grin. Hermione glanced down at the water.
"Had you told me earlier, I would have brought something to change into..."
"I don't think that will be necessary," Harry responded quickly. Hermione raised her eyebrows.
"Harry, I don't know..." Hermione began, biting her bottom lip nervously.
"Just trust me," Harry whispered, leaning down to kiss her again.
Hermione half heartedly tried to back away, but gave herself over to temptation as his warm tongue gently pushed against hers. Figuring she had nothing to lose, Hermione seductively grabbed the collar of Harry's shirt and dragged him to the bed without stopping the kiss. Surprised, Harry pulled back and smiled.
"Well somebody's feeling a little...excited this evening! I like it," Harry said, breathing heavily.
They stood next to the bed a moment, as Harry began to unbutton Hermione's pink shirt. Hermione subconciously moaned in pleasure as his warm hands unhooked her bra in one smooth movement, then slid across her bare chest. Harry pushed her down onto the bed, unsure of how far she would let him take this.
"Harry, I need you," She said in a low voice, as she eagerly pulled his shirt over his head, before quickly reaching for his pants. After struggling a moment, she finally had his pants where she they belonged; on the floor.
Much to Hermione's dissappointment, Harry pulled away and stood up.
"What..what are you doing?" Hermione panted. Harry simply replied with a playful smirk. He reached down and slowly pulled her skirt down to her ankles before adding it to the pile of clothes already on the floor. Harry's eyes wide with anticipation, he inched her white panties off slowly, torturing Hermione beyond belief.
"Please," She begged, aching for him like she never had before. Finally, he removed them completely, as he now faced a completely naked Hermione laying before him. Her cheeks flushed slightly, as he stared in awe of her natural beauty. The curves, the figure...Harry had to be the luckiest guy in the world. What did he ever do to deserve this?
"How about that hot tub?" Harry suggested hoarsely. Much to Harry's surpise, Hermione shook her head. With a sly grin, she removed his boxers hungrily so that he, too, was completely naked.
"Now I think the hot tub sounds all right," Hermione breathed.
Sticking one toe into the bubbling water, Hermione felt a shiver go down her spine. The warmth of the water felt good against her cool, sweaty skin. Harry sunk right in and Hermione followed suit, moving gracefully through the water to where he sat. Taking him by surprise, Hermione forcefully grabbed his manhood in her hand and gently began to stroke it. A jolt of pleasure shot through Harry's system as he knew he had to have her now.
"Would you like to come a little..closer?" Harry muttered, finding speaking to be quite difficult given his situation. Hermione smiled playfully without stopping her skillful hands. Harry pulled her towards him with one hand, while the other found its way between her legs. Without much warning, Harry plunged one finger inside, as a cry escaped her lips. Another finger forced its way in, as Hermione's breaths became staggered and rigid.
"Harry," She moaned, as her ecstacy reached hights Hermione didnt' think possible. But just as Hermione was about to go over the edge, Harry stopped.
"Now come here," He ordered in a husky voice. He grabbed her wrist and slowly pulled her through the water until she was positioned above his lap.
"Harry, I don't know..." Hermione began, though she continued to position herself. Whether she knew it or not, she was driving Harry insane, and he wouldn't take no for an answer.
"You know you want to," He said, drawing her in for one last kiss. There was no turning back now. Hermione nodded as she sat down suddenly, causing Harry to let out a deep groan. Pain burned dully through Hermione, but then the pain disapated into sheer pleasure. Harry thrust upward as Hermione thrust into him, causing a steady rhythm that both of them never wanted to end. Faster and faster until finally, Hermione lost control as she dug her nails deeply into Harry's broad shoulders. She let out a scream of pleasure, as Harry couldn't stand it any longer. Hermione swung a shaky leg over Harry and sat next to him, both speechless and out of breath.
"I love you, Hermione," Harry said at last, as he held her close.
"And I love you," She responded as she stood and took a crimson colored towel off of the rack she hadn't noticed before on the wall. Harry took one too, and soon the two were laying in bed, cuddling close, all details of the greatest night of their lives still burning fresh in their heads. Before long, Hermione had drifted off to sleep, exausted from the evening. Harry sat for a moment, watching the beautiful girl sleep in his arms before he, too, drifted off.
A/n: Ohhh man. I feel much better now. Did that suck? REVIEW AND I'LL LOVE YOU FOREVER....hokay thanks, bye!
Those green eyes. Those beautiful green eyes that she couldn't escape, even if she wanted to. Hermione simply melted at the thought of his shining eyes piercing her soul.
"There will be a test tomorow..." Professor McGonnagal droned on, and Hermione's concentration became once again sharp and focused. For the first time in her educational career, Hermione Granger was having trouble paying attention to in class. There was just something about him; something that made him seem more important than anything else.
Suddenly, a small, folded letter was inched onto Hermione's desk. She looked up quickly to make sure Professor McGonnagal had not noticed, before unfolding the letter quickly. Her eyes scanned the paper, as a small smile crossed her lips.
Hermione-
Room of Requirements at 9. I've got a surprise.
That scribbled handwriting could only belong to one person. Hermione looked up at Harry, who sat wtih a broad smirk on his face.
'What am I getting myself into?' Hermione asked herself with a laugh, as Professor McGonnagal dismissed the class.
Harry waited patiently outside of the classroom for Hermione as she packed her books. When she arrived, an eager grin spread across his face.
"Harry, I really don't think we should go," Hermione said with a sigh, always being the voice of reason.
"Why not?" Asked Harry, taking her free hand in his.
"Well, I don't know...It just seems risky, is all."
"That's what makes it fun." Hermione looked up at his glowing eyes. This was just like him to need a little adventure, even if it meant risking both of them.
"Well, with Malfoy still gone..."
"He wouldn't just be walking the halls of Hogwarts, Hermione. Not with everyone watching out for him."
"Just to be safe, I mean...you never know..."
"Hermione," He said, stopping to take both of her hands. "I know you're afraid of him, but just trust me. I promise it will be worth it...I've got something planned that you won't want to miss. I'm going to the library for a while. You didn't eat breakfast, you must be starving. Go get lunch and I'll see you tonight."
Hermione watched him walk away, knowing now that she didn't have much of a choice but to go. Feeling hungry for the first time that day, Hermione headed off to the Great Hall, hoping to find Ron absorbed in a heap of food.
8:34
Hermione looked hopefully over at the clock and sighed. The minutes seemed like hours as she sat, trying to concentrate on her potions essay, while her mind was being entertained elsewhere. After a few more minutes of this torture, Hermione stood from her work, realizing that it was no use to sit there and stare at if for another half hour.
'What is he planning?' Hermione asked herself desperately, as though hoping she could easily answer herself. If Harry had told her, at least, she would know what to wear.
Searching aimlessly through a neat stack of clothes, Hermione stumbled upon a pink button up t-shirt, and a knee-length black and pink skirt that her mother had bought her just last summer. It wasn't stunning, but it would have to do.
8:42
The minutes were crawling by, as Hermione took another quick glance at the clock. She walked into the bathroom, changed, and left, but not before dabbing on some of Parvati's eyeshadow and throwing on her own robe. Hermione Granger walking down the corridors at 9:00 in a skirt and a top would look very suspicious.
All the way to the room of requirements, Hermione racked her brain, coming up with everything that could go wrong. Before she had enough time to convince herself to turn back, Hermione had reached her destination. Heart pouding, Hermione slowly turned the knob on the magical door, and entered.
"Right on time," Said a voice as Harry stepped in front of her, wearing a pale blue shirt and a pair of nice black pants.
Hermione gasped as she gazed around the room in awe. The carpet was a deep red, as were the long curtains hanging on the walls. The ceiling, very much like the Great Hall, was bewitched to portray the night's sky. Stars twinkled above, and the only other light were a few candles that glowed on the walls, and a few that lined a large circle in the middle of the room. As Hermione neared the mysterious circle, she realized it was a hot tub, already hot and bubbling. In the corner behind a book case, Hermione now saw a large bed with deep red sheets matching the carpet and curtains. Hermione turned back toward Harry, eyes wide in shock.
"Harry, it's...oh, it's beautiful," She whispered, now observing the moving pictures on the wall.
"I'm glad you like it," Harry said, obviously proud of himself for thinking up the idea.
He walked slowly to the side of the hot tub behind Hermione, wrapping his arms around her waist and planting feathery kisses on her neck. She turned around to face him, as her soft lips met his.
"That hot tub looks pretty good, huh?" Harry asked with a devilish grin. Hermione glanced down at the water.
"Had you told me earlier, I would have brought something to change into..."
"I don't think that will be necessary," Harry responded quickly. Hermione raised her eyebrows.
"Harry, I don't know..." Hermione began, biting her bottom lip nervously.
"Just trust me," Harry whispered, leaning down to kiss her again.
Hermione half heartedly tried to back away, but gave herself over to temptation as his warm tongue gently pushed against hers. Figuring she had nothing to lose, Hermione seductively grabbed the collar of Harry's shirt and dragged him to the bed without stopping the kiss. Surprised, Harry pulled back and smiled.
"Well somebody's feeling a little...excited this evening! I like it," Harry said, breathing heavily.
They stood next to the bed a moment, as Harry began to unbutton Hermione's pink shirt. Hermione subconciously moaned in pleasure as his warm hands unhooked her bra in one smooth movement, then slid across her bare chest. Harry pushed her down onto the bed, unsure of how far she would let him take this.
"Harry, I need you," She said in a low voice, as she eagerly pulled his shirt over his head, before quickly reaching for his pants. After struggling a moment, she finally had his pants where she they belonged; on the floor.
Much to Hermione's dissappointment, Harry pulled away and stood up.
"What..what are you doing?" Hermione panted. Harry simply replied with a playful smirk. He reached down and slowly pulled her skirt down to her ankles before adding it to the pile of clothes already on the floor. Harry's eyes wide with anticipation, he inched her white panties off slowly, torturing Hermione beyond belief.
"Please," She begged, aching for him like she never had before. Finally, he removed them completely, as he now faced a completely naked Hermione laying before him. Her cheeks flushed slightly, as he stared in awe of her natural beauty. The curves, the figure...Harry had to be the luckiest guy in the world. What did he ever do to deserve this?
"How about that hot tub?" Harry suggested hoarsely. Much to Harry's surpise, Hermione shook her head. With a sly grin, she removed his boxers hungrily so that he, too, was completely naked.
"Now I think the hot tub sounds all right," Hermione breathed.
Sticking one toe into the bubbling water, Hermione felt a shiver go down her spine. The warmth of the water felt good against her cool, sweaty skin. Harry sunk right in and Hermione followed suit, moving gracefully through the water to where he sat. Taking him by surprise, Hermione forcefully grabbed his manhood in her hand and gently began to stroke it. A jolt of pleasure shot through Harry's system as he knew he had to have her now.
"Would you like to come a little..closer?" Harry muttered, finding speaking to be quite difficult given his situation. Hermione smiled playfully without stopping her skillful hands. Harry pulled her towards him with one hand, while the other found its way between her legs. Without much warning, Harry plunged one finger inside, as a cry escaped her lips. Another finger forced its way in, as Hermione's breaths became staggered and rigid.
"Harry," She moaned, as her ecstacy reached hights Hermione didnt' think possible. But just as Hermione was about to go over the edge, Harry stopped.
"Now come here," He ordered in a husky voice. He grabbed her wrist and slowly pulled her through the water until she was positioned above his lap.
"Harry, I don't know..." Hermione began, though she continued to position herself. Whether she knew it or not, she was driving Harry insane, and he wouldn't take no for an answer.
"You know you want to," He said, drawing her in for one last kiss. There was no turning back now. Hermione nodded as she sat down suddenly, causing Harry to let out a deep groan. Pain burned dully through Hermione, but then the pain disapated into sheer pleasure. Harry thrust upward as Hermione thrust into him, causing a steady rhythm that both of them never wanted to end. Faster and faster until finally, Hermione lost control as she dug her nails deeply into Harry's broad shoulders. She let out a scream of pleasure, as Harry couldn't stand it any longer. Hermione swung a shaky leg over Harry and sat next to him, both speechless and out of breath.
"I love you, Hermione," Harry said at last, as he held her close.
"And I love you," She responded as she stood and took a crimson colored towel off of the rack she hadn't noticed before on the wall. Harry took one too, and soon the two were laying in bed, cuddling close, all details of the greatest night of their lives still burning fresh in their heads. Before long, Hermione had drifted off to sleep, exausted from the evening. Harry sat for a moment, watching the beautiful girl sleep in his arms before he, too, drifted off.
A/n: Ohhh man. I feel much better now. Did that suck? REVIEW AND I'LL LOVE YOU FOREVER....hokay thanks, bye!