(hullo this is my update, I tried to do it ASAP)

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back again, good...but gotta warn you, there are some major LEMONS! here! so again if you get offended easily, I don't know what you're doing here, if you've read the last few chapters, but other than that, ENJOY!

WARNING: BEWARE! Here comes another solid M, for rated R

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Chapter 11: Love And Lust

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It was Saturday evening at 9:45 pm. Harry and Hermione were sitting at their common room, dimly lit. They were sitting happily on the couch in front of the warm cracking fire, retelling some of Ron's jokes from earlier at the Three Broomsticks...then Hermione stared at the roaring fire for a few seconds before speaking.

"Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"Earlier, today, I saw Malfoy at the bookstore."

"What!" He said staring at her before standing up. "Hermione why didn't you tell me he was there?"

"Sit down," she said calmly. She knew he would pretty soon start seething and rant about the bastard while pacing a hole on the ground and soon after he started to do just the same, but she needed him calm for what she was going to say.

"Harry sit down." She snapped at him. Harry stared at her incredulously, not believing that she would be so calm after seeing him, given the fact of what he tried to do to her. Nonetheless he obeyed.

"Hermione why didn't you tell me?" He said trying to keep his anger under control.

"It wasn't important." Wasn't important! Harry was about to get up again, but she grabbed his arm tightly signaling him to sit back down. "Harry he didn't do anything, he just called me a mudblood, as if nothing happened. Like everything was back to normal...I know it sounds stupid, but trust me I don't think he'll bother me again." Inside she was actually scared, but he wouldn't come back...he couldn't...

"How can you be so sure?" He asked looking at her, clearly skeptical.

"Harry I want to be with you." She said looking straight into his soul, via his eyes. He was stumped, this was the last thing he expected...

"Er?"

"Harry don't be so stupid." She snapped at him again. "...I want to be with you..." she added softly. And then went for him to kiss her. Harry was processing everything she had just said.

Harry took her by the waist and made to lay her on her back on top of the couch. "Are you sure?" He asked. "What if it reminds you of him? Aren't you scared?" He was concerned.

"Yes, I'm sure. And no you could never remind me of him. I am scared, but you can help me. Harry I love you, and I want to show you how much." He nodded, she gazed lovingly into his emerald eyes with her chocolate ones.

He put his hands securely on her hips and laid her back on the couch. He kissed her passionately, but when he found she was holding back and barely responding, he backed off and said, "are you scared?"

"A little...I'm sorry...I've never done this." She had never looked so innocent looking up at him.

The fire was the only light they had in the room, and as the firelight and the moonlight streamed in the room, they clashed and illuminated her face amazingly. She never looked so beautiful to Harry, like an angel. And if she was going to be his for the first time, he would have to hurt her. And that bastard, Malfoy! He would have gladly hurt Hermione. He never wanted to, but Harry would have to anyway! COMPLICATED... "Harry, I know you've done this before, and I only want to be with you." She determinedly stated. Harry nodded giving her a warm smile as he welcomed her in his arms again. Only she mattered to him now...

Harry began to kiss her gently. At first they kissed softly but the longer they were at it the more they became wanted and needed. His tongue entwined with Hermione's. Harry could feel her breathing becoming deep with every stroke of his tongue. She teased him too and he liked it when she did it.

He began to kiss her more roughly. They moved their lips faster and hungrily. Now she had a strong desire to feel Harry inside her and to feel his hands on her and he was just kissing her! What would she feel like when he was doing all that? She was aroused now and started to pant when Harry's hands moved down her body. Those big hands that she so desperately wanted to feel all over her skin.

Although she still had her uniform on he could sense how soft her skin would feel as he ran his hands up and down her waist. She writhed under him, wanting more. Eventually his hands came under her to pull her closer to him. Through the fabric of his pants she could feel his arousal. Already he was so hard and it was as if his heat radiated into her.

This was wonderful, she'd never felt this way before. Harry's mouth soon traveled down her neck, tasting her sweet skin and kissing her lightly. He left a slightly wet trail down her neck and left her wanting him more when he breathed his hot breath against her.

"Harry..." she panted. He knew instantly that she wanted more. Almost as badly as he did. But wait a minute, he couldn't make love to her on a sofa! What the hell was he thinking!

"Baby, I can't make you mine on this couch." He reluctantly heaved himself off her and stood up, but before she could say anything, he scooped her effortlessly in his arms. He grinned at her devilishly, and she smiled sweetly, like an angel, back at him.

They were going up the stairs and he couldn't get there fast enough. She was so light and he easily opened the door while holding her in his arms but he wouldn't set her down until they reached the four-poster bed. She smiled at all the possible different shades of blue there was in his bedroom, most of it was dark blue though, it made the room feel intimate and private.

He playfully swung her around in his arms. "I could carry you everywhere," he laughed. She did too as she kicked off her shoes.

His eyes were darkening with desire. Setting her down gently on the four poster bed in front of him while still on his feet, he took off his oxford and got on the bed putting his arms around her.

She breathed in the scent of the room, Harry's room, the bed sheets, Harry's sheets. They smelled perfect. A scent she couldn't describe: they smelled like he did, masculine, and she felt safe. She laughed at herself. Harry grinned at her and got on top of her slowly, shifting himself so his weight didn't hurt her. She was so small compared to him, he didn't want to hurt her in anyway, but to Hermione his weight was welcoming. She liked how he covered her and made her feel so safe. He started to kiss her rhythmically, like before. Soft and gentle at first then he shifted himself on her and rubbed his lips hard over hers. Again Hermione felt hunger for him, desire, love and lust.

He began to kiss her and then her neck. Hermione put her hands on his hair and ran them smoothly, messing it up even more than it already was. He stopped kissing her neck and made his way up to her lips, he kissed them, he kissed her chin, and stopped back at her lips again.

His long fingers began to unbutton her oxford so gently as he kissed her, she didn't even notice until she felt his hand on her bare skin, making her gasp slightly. He was so gentle. He looked at her blouse and concentrated on each button, his expression was always the same as the blouse slowly came undone. Then he slowly ran his eyes over her body taking in every inch he could. He was dumbfounded by her beauty. She was perfect.

He looked up at her little face. She was blushing slightly. His face came close to her and he deeply kissed her again. His tongue met hers. And his hands went up and down her body: to her hips first, then her abdomen, and then they came to rest on her left breast. He stiffened as he ran his large palm over it, feeling her subtle skin and the hardened nipples pushing against her black lacy bra. He stiffened again. Soon he was pushing his hand against them, wanting to touch her bare skin so badly. His kisses got rougher, like his hands, and she wanted him to touch her everywhere.

Harry moved his lips along her neck and then to her shoulder, leaving her skin wet. She gasped when she felt him on her breasts. His mouth moved over them slowly. He let his hot breath warm her and his tongue tickled her. Hermione arched her head down even further into the sheets. Unconsciously she moved her legs apart a little, feeling the wetness in between her thighs.

The room was dark, but with the help of the gleaming full moon they could almost clearly see each other. Hermione's quick breath and gasps filled the silent room, along with a few groans from Harry. To them it seemed that nothing else was outside of the four walls.

One of Harry's broad palms slipped its way under Hermione. As his hand rested on her back, he pulled her closer to him. He wanted to feel himself in her. He needed to. He imagined she'd feel soft and hot. This made him want to be in her now! But he couldn't, it was too early if he did it now he would hurt her more, he needed to please her more before he could satisfy himself.

Harry continued to torture himself by kissing her over her bra. But, God he needed to feel her. Soon it was unbearable. He put his lips on her bra strap and he kissed it down as far as he could, gently, feeling her smooth soft skin under his hands. A long dark brown tender curl was resting lightly over her shoulder and he breathed in her beautiful flowery scent as he kissed her other shoulder and pulled her bra strap down as well.

Harry let his hands roam down her hips to bring her skirt down, and off. His hands ran smoothly up her legs, and as he approached her inner thighs she gasped. He left them alone and went to finally fully take off her bra. He got on top of her and slipped his hands under her and he lifted her slightly so he could unhook her bra, while he kissed her lips passionately. His tongue teased her and Hermione wanted to feel him in her already!

He brought his lips and tongue down to her bare breasts. She gasped at the feeling. Why was he going so slow! She knew it would be worth the wait in the end. Harry lifted his face so he could see her beautiful breasts. He'd never imagined that she'd be this perfect. Now he knew there was such a thing as perfect. And it was Hermione. Her round breasts were shiny from where he had kissed her and her tan colored nipples were rosy from his sucking. They were erect, just waiting for him to touch them. And they would always be his. Soon Harry began to realize that he was really hot. He was on fire! He was already shirtless, but the pants had to go! He unbuttoned his black uniform trousers and slipped them down. Hermione could see slight perspiration glistening on his broad chest. To her he was perfectly built at 6' 3", defined muscles on his arms and chest from Quidditch. God he was gorgeous.

He was wearing nothing but black boxers, she saw, and as her eyes traveled to really look at him she blushed a deep crimson when she stopped to look at the bulge. She felt a bit nervous at the sight of him. The bulge was big, she started to think she might not be able to do this, if it was humanly possible. She pushed this stupid thought out of her mind and pulled all the courage she could get and put her arms around his waist, teasing him, he groaned.

Harry softly pushed her back on the bed and taking one of the hardened nipples in his mouth, making her gasp, he began to suck freely. His free hand went to her other breast and he caressed it gently. His thumb moved over her nipple and his fingers trailed over her soft skin. Hermione's arms went immediately around his back and she stroked him with her hands, running them down his back and then to his backside. As soon as her hands touched him through the fabric of his boxers, Harry ground his hips against hers, sucking harder, causing Hermione's breathing to become more ragged.

Harry slowly learned everything about Hermione's body for the first time. He found out how she liked to be touched and teased. He found that he could set off a chain reaction with her. If he caressed her she would become more confident and when she touched him back even slightly he would take pleasure in not being able to touch her just yet. So he would build up a climax this way and he hoped he would find out more things about her in the future. But for now he didn't take the present for granted and started to pay attention to her other breast.

Hermione noticed how gentle Harry was. He always had been, but the ways in which he would glide his hands all over her drove her crazy. She wanted to feel his hardness again so she parted her legs and slid her feet up and own his legs. Again he moved his hips against her and she felt his hard length pushing against the wet fabric of her panties through his boxer shorts. She threw her head back and pushed herself against Harry, letting him move his hands all over her body. It was so incredible and for a fleeting moment remembered how different it was from the way Malfoy had touched her.

His hands had been hungry and desperate, like a dog, drooling over a piece of meat and that was how he'd made her feel. But Harry was so different. There was no way to describe how he made her feel. It was heaven, and she felt she couldn't live without it. He could touch her and make her want more but not make her feel dirty like Malfoy did. She wanted him and now she felt she couldn't wait any longer.

"Harry..." she begged once more, pushing her hips against his to let him know what she wanted.

To her surprise Harry stopped and sat up. He looked down at her lovingly, but Hermione thought she noticed a glint of playfulness in his eyes. He moved downwards again and started to pull down her panties. She closed her eyes and pushed up, trying to help him get rid of them. When they were off she waited for him to take off his boxers. But he didn't. Instead he kissed the inside of her thighs and moved up to the most sensitive area of her body and moved his tongue against her.

She jerked back in surprise, but not in a way that she wanted him to stop. She didn't want him to stop at all. Not now that she was experiencing something new and amazing. She tingled all over as he ran his tongue over her wetness and moved his hands along the inside of her legs. He tasted her and found he was now addicted to her. There was no way he could stop now. Not even if he wanted to. The palm of his hand found its way to her and he pushed slowly against her, watching her wriggle against him on the bed. He began pushing harder and harder, grounding his palm against her more roughly as she climaxed.

"Oh Harry..." she gasped, rocking her hips against him. She lay there trembling, and he waited for her to stop before sliding his tongue inside her and letting his finger rub against her sensitivity. "No..." she panted. Harry stopped and looked up at her. "I want to be with you now Harry." She whispered. He nodded in agreement and moved up onto the bed to lie beside her. He still had his boxers on.

Hermione put her hands around Harry's hard length and gently squeezed it through the shorts. Harry shut his eyes tight as his felt himself pulsing in her hand. Then he quickly removed his shorts, giving Hermione a few seconds to decide whether or not she wanted to continue. Again she felt a little nervous at the sight of him. He was big and she began to worry that he might not fit inside or something or if she did something wrong. She knew she was being silly but she couldn't help feeling scared on her first time.

Harry gazed into her eyes, looking for a sign of confirmation to continue. Hermione tore her eyes away from his erectness and kissed him.

"I love you Harry," she told him lying right back down on the bed. Harry moved forward and gently placed himself on top of her so he wouldn't hurt her.

"I love you my Hermione," he whispered back.

Harry positioned himself over her entrance and entered her slowly. He carefully watched his movements and how they affected her as he moved inside her gently, just in case she didn't like it. But he could tell from the look on her face she didn't have any problems with it. He wanted so badly to move hard and fast inside her but there was no way he would put himself before her. She might get hurt if he did.

Eventually he felt her barrier. He looked at Hermione who was breathing quickly and a thin layer of sweat had formed over her body. He kissed her tender mouth, and he decided to break it quickly. There was no point in dragging this out; it might hurt her even more. So quickly and quite hard Harry thrust himself inside her. He felt her barrier tear and watched as her face screwed up in pain. She shut her eyes and a tear broke through and rolled down her cheek. He cupped one hand reassuringly on her neck and chin.

"Hermione?" Harry asked. "I'm sorry, baby," he whispered

Hermione opened her eyes and gasped slightly as she put her hands into Harry's hair.

"It's alright," she told him as he wiped away her tears. "It's ok now." Harry waited for a while to let her adjust to him inside her. His finger ran through her cheek and his other hand entwined in a lock of her hair. After a while she began to move her hips against his, telling him to go on. Harry smiled at her.

She was amazing! She was so beautiful and irresistible. He completely sheathed himself inside her and thrust in and out of her. She threw her head back and called his name out into the darkness. She responded to him, moving along with him, synchronizing. She rocked her hips against him and his thrusts became more hard and faster until she neared her climax. When she came her whole body shook with pleasure. She stayed still until the pleasure subsided and Harry continued to move inside her, harder and faster still until he found his own climax.

He fell on top of her and she pulled him closer to her, stroking his back. It had been amazing, the most extraordinary experience of her life. And Harry had caused her such happiness, it was complete euphoria.

They stayed that way, laying on the bed until their breathing was lighter and they had recovered from the climax. Harry moved off from her and lay next to her, wrapping her in his arms, and looked into her eyes.

"Are you ok?" He asked her, smiling warmly at her. "You're trembling."

"Yeah, I'm fine...It was perfect." Hermione answered smiling back at him. "I knew it would be."

"You're perfect" he told her. Hermione laughed softly.

"Hermione. I love you more than anything." He said in her ear.

"And I love you too Harry."

Harry pulled her in his arms closer and wrapped her between his chest and his bed sheets, where Hermione was completely safe.

She stayed there slowly falling asleep. Harry watched her for a while before he drifted into slumber himself...

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A/N: Well there it is, how do you guys like it? REVIEW! I think you'll be happy that Hermione was with Harry now, because the problems soon start...Oh Yeah, NOW REVIEW!...please...!