Little Game of UNO?
He did not know what I was doing. No, no, no. He couldn't' have. No way. He was asleep.I reassured myself for the millionth time.
After pacing back and forth across my room for a whole hour, I decided I would rather stay in and skip the breakfast buffet provided by the hotel.
I need some time to cool off (both mentally and physically).
Two hours later, I changed into my jeans and t-shirt and went down to the hall, trying to act as normal as I possibly could. "Why are you so late, Hermione?" Ron stood up some where in the mob of former-Hogwarts-students, waving to me.It was like walking down memory-lane, familiar faces turned my way as I walked past them.
"I slept in." I replied simply as I took in the faces seated around the table.
Immediately to my left was Ron, next to him was Ginny, then Draco, Lavender, Dean and right around to my right was... Harry.
"Slept in?" Ron's voice rose an octave in disbelieve. "How could you miss breakfast, Hermione? They have THE best buffets here! They have scones, blueberry muffins, strawberry cupcakes, chocolate-chip bagel, omelettes, sausages, pan..."
"Pig." I cut him off.
Somethings never change, my lips curled up into a wide smile as Ron retorted a lame come back.
"Well, wanna join us? We were just playing UNO before you came." Harry said on the other side of me.
For the first time since I entered the room, I looked Harry straight in the eyes.
That was not a good idea dough, because I felt my legs gave way as I gradually melt into his emerald pupils.
"Er...um...no, I don't' think..." No, I do not want to be in the same room with this dangerous man.
"Common, Hermione! Play with us!" Dean said from across the table.
"I'm really sorry," I made up a reason quickly, "but the thing is I have a Ministry report that I must finish."
"Common, Hermione! Loosen up!" Ron cried out. "We're on holiday, remember?"
"I know, but this is urgent. Sorry." I apologized and started to walk back across the hall.
"No, you're staying here." A strong arm went around my waist and pulled me back towards the table.
A tiny yelp was the only sound that managed to come out of my mouth before I found myself sitting on the laps of Harry.
The sudden closeness of our bodies made me blush, but the freshening smell of him didn't went unnoticed.
"Ha..Harry!" I shrieked. I tried to reason my way out of this sticky situation, but his scent found its way into my brain, causing it to shut-down temporarily.
Suddenly wordless, I blurted out some jumbled words.
"Shh!" He cut me off my chain of rubbish. "You sit here, and you stay here." he commanded, breathing each and every single word to the back of my ear.
"Fine," I managed to mutter.
"You're the only one that she listens to, mate." Ron chuckled.
I started to deny Ron's comment regardless of the amount of truth behind it.
However, the arm that was still around my waist pulled me closer to the body that it belonged to.
Any words that I was going to say was lost as more blood rushed upward into my face at lightning speed.
It felt like any minute now, my head would explode due to the overfilling of blood. I bit my lips as I swallowed my words.
Harry passed the deck of UNO to Ron and motioned him to deal.
"You guys play as one," Ron suggested as he took the deck of cards, "or else, you'd see each other's cards." I threw him a weird look and wriggled uneasily.
It proved to be a VERY bad idea, because I seemed to have awoken something.
Oh God... I shivered as the rising bulge hit a sensitive spot in a certain area.
The game was in play already, and it was beyond obvious that my attention was out of the universe thinking what the hell is happening until some burning fingers started tap-dancing up and down my side.
Those delicate fingers belonged to the possessive hand that was still around my waist, and as they trace the side of my body, a mental picture of the morning interlude flashed into my brain, reminding me that our chests had made intimate contact not so long ago.
I swore under my breathe as I dared those fingers to travel upward.
In the middle of sending telepathic brain waves to urge the fingers to go up, the whole hand across my abdomen jerked up and bumped into the bottom of my breasts.
Slight tracing the underside of my breasts, the bare forearm reached out, picked the second last card from his hand, laid down the card in the pile in the middle, and he yelled "UNO."
The chain of action happened within 2 seconds at the most, and before I knew what happened, my arm was covered by goose-bumps.
I turned around to inspect him, trying to see if he did that on purpose or not.
"What's the matter, love?" He whispered.
I shuddered at the endearment he used in place of my name.
Trembling madly within, I did not trust my voice, so I just shook my head.
"Draw four cards, Harry." Dean called.
"Oh, dame it." Harry drew four cards and the game continued on.
Several rounds later, Harry was down to two cards.
"We are going to win this game." Harry declared.
"You are so not! I am going to win." Draco retorted.
"Yeah right."
"Yeah! Red nine, UNO!" Draco stuck out his tongue at Harry, "in your face, Potter, in your face!"
"Whatever," Harry said, "Dean, your turn."
Dean, who was dealing with a handful of cards was having difficulties in deciding.
In a bout of what-seemed-like-anticipation, Harry reached around me to the front of the chair, placed his hands in between our thighs and pull the chair closer to the table.
As Dean started to put down a card, Harry shifted his weight onto his right hand, which was still in between our thighs, and leaned forward, pushing against my back.
Fingers trembling, Dean put out a green nine."Ha! Take that, Malfoy, UNO!" Harry shouted as he pushed the both of us towards the edge of the seat, where his hand was driven right into my crotch area.
A shiver went down my spine as I sat straight up.
He put a green three out, his hand never leaving my private area.
"Red three," Ron mumbled. Then, it was Ginny's turn.
"Common, honey!" Malfoy plead, giving her the sad puppy eyes. Ginny giggled, but shook his hand off.
"Hey," Harry said, "no corruption."
I can't really feel the exciting-ness of this game really, it has been boring for me, kind of, until a finger, stroked up the seam of my jeans in between my legs teasingly.
A bead of sweat drip down my face.
I didn't trust myself to move. My legs has turned mellow with the tinge of desire he aroused within me.
Then, the finger came again.
Light and feathery, he drew his finger lazily up, over my puss and back down to the opening, tracing little circles around occasionally.
The rough jean material only made it worse.
I could feel that I'm starting to burn from the inside, and there's this fire that no one can put out except Harry.
I feel helpless in his hands as secretions began to moist my knickers.
Oh dear, he's going in circles again, around and around the doorstep of my vagina, begging for entrance.
Up, then down, then up, lingering every now and then... The world around simply dissolved, and all that is left in the entire world is Harry's finger, stroking, lingering, teasing, rubbing...
Any minute now, I might yell, and I don't think I can hold it in any longer, but don't stop! Mmph... Mmmm... Harry, you're evil ...
"AHHH!!" Someone screamed ... from my left, sounding awfully like Ron."I can't believe it! We missed Lunch!"
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