Warning – This chapter contains low level yet discreet sexual content view only view mature audiences. Of course, if you're here in the first place then I really shouldn't have to be telling you. Just incase. As for those who have been reading, sorry it's taken so long guys – some of you have waited for this so… without any further ado… here it is!

Chapter Eight – Engravings on the Wall

They had entered a large room that looked indeed like something inside Hogwarts, but had been left to erode; an old dusty chandelier hung over head, a king sized bed with crooked legs and surprisingly clean sheets that had rose petals spread across the surface and along the floor to Hermione's feet like a red carpet. The walls were draped of dusty rugs; some being a Hufflepuff badger others bearing the Hogwarts crest but each gave the room a distinctive feeling of actually being inside Hogwarts. The floor, although covered mostly of rose petals, were pale floorboards and they were issuing a fragrance of musk into the air. As they moved slightly inside the room, Harry showed Hermione that it obtained a couple of doors which, when she investigated, were a large bathroom which also contained a spa - although smaller, was similar to the one in the Prefects bathroom covered completely in marble - and a large walk-in-closet giving the entire room a feeling as if it had been made for someone wanting to permanently live there.

Hermione couldn't stop gasping and ogling as she looked around, admiring some engravings in the wooden walls Harry had never noticed before. When he moved over to Hermione to inspect the engravings, it came to no surprise that they were mostly love hearts, with names engraved, most likely of previous couples who had been here; one for example wrote:

"Anotony Jacobs 4 Elise MacEntire Hufflepuff (1721)"

Next to that was engraved very untidily and miss spelt:

"Jenifa luves Ethern fer eva (1179)"

'My god,' Hermione gasped again as she saw the dates, 'it's kept well.'

But Harry wasn't looking there anymore, he suddenly felt a pin drop somewhere in the midst of his stomach, his eyes watered, his knees were surely going to buckle any moment and his mouth was getting ever so dry. Hermione, becoming suddenly aware of that, turned to him.

'What's wrong?' she asked.

Harry responded by holding up a finger and pointing at one of the large heath rugs hanging from the wall; instinctively Hermione followed the finger, where a hole in the rug had been made and engraved very finely and neatly into the wood stood the unmistakable words as thus:

"Potter and Evans always - Gryffindor"

There was no date, but by the look of it, it wasn't very old at all. Harry and Hermione stood staring at it longingly for a while, Harry didn't realize it but Hermione's hand had slipped into his and she was looking sideways at him. With a shaking hand, Harry reached forwards and felt the groove, feeling his stomach plummet even more when he realized there was a love heart around it.

'They were here,' he said, looking back at Hermione, 'they found this room as well-'

'Are you sure Harry it could be someone else,' Hermione said, but Harry looked hotly at him sideways making her blush, 'no, right, it's got to be. My mistake.'

'I can't believe it-'

'But Harry, in a way, that comes to no surprise, really,' Hermione said, she was smiling, 'being the rule breaker he was and all- surely if a place like this existed he would have found it.'

'And look!' Harry said, grinning and pointing to another engraving slightly under that that had been covered by the rug and attempted to be chipped out.

Harry quickly stepped forwards, taking his hand out of Hermione's and pushing the rug upwards, making the engraving quite clearer; it read:

"Snivellus Sucks…"

Harry looked sideways to Hermione who smiled.

'It has to be-'

'Snape,' she said, nodding.

Harry smiled also and looked back at the engraving. He stared at it again for several minutes; silence filled the room just as Hermione had placed her hand back in his. For how long they stood Harry did not know, but his mind was racing, looking for words to describe how he felt, but there weren't any.

Hermione seemed to be way ahead of him and did not speak either, truly this was a special moment for Harry; his parents had been here, had seen this room and possibly shared their first love like Harry and Hermione had intended to inside this room. Harry wondered, looking back now on the memory he had seen of Snape's, whether James had finally decided to act normally and ask Lily out. It certainly seemed so, as Harry looked back at the scribbled 'Snivellus Sucks,' that James was still misbehaving and Lily had attempted to etch it out.

Harry smiled and looked sideways at Hermione, as if pending a decision of what to do next. But, as it turned out, the decision was made for him. Hermione's lips pressed on his, their warm mouths almost warming the rest of each others bodies. As they kissed, Hermione began to pull off her jumper, seemingly deciding it needed to come off; the difference in room temperature had definitely risen since their arrival. Possibly, the sudden discovery that Harry's parents had once been affiliated with this room increased that temperature, either way, Harry followed suit.

'But- Harry,' Hermione managed to mumble, between breaths as their tongues slid in each others mouths, 'I never got to ask you. Are- are you- sure?'

Harry pulled back to survey Hermione's face, looking into her cinnamon eyes and removing a strain of hair from her face. He didn't say anything; he figured to himself in silence that, on accord of several dwellings in the past, talking only got him into trouble with girls. So, as if to show his point, he began to unbutton Hermione's blouse slowly, each button growing in suspense until he got to the last one. He kissed her again, their tongues instantly meeting and their hands beginning to ease over each others bodies.

'Harry I-' Hermione began in a mumble, but Harry's finger replaced his mouth and pressed hers, guiding her swiftly to the bed, for he felt his pending decision had been made.

'Let's not talk,' Harry muttered, pulling Hermione's blouse from her shoulders and throwing it over his head, revealing a green bra, 'just reassure me- you still want this, right?'

Hermione nodded and that was all Harry needed. He leaned around her and began fiddling, very pathetically with the strap until it fell loose and slipped off Hermione's shoulders. For the second time that night, Harry felt his stomach drop, his mouth go dry and his legs about to buckle; this time it was on account of seeing Hermione's firm breasts.

Although they weren't the most spectacular things in the world, they were still unmistakably what every man could only hope for – standard womanizing. Harry didn't care though, big breasts weren't a necessary for Harry, so without even thinking of a double-take he lay Hermione down on the bed and couldn't resist placing a hand on each of them, just feeling its mass and shape. Hermione seemed to moan in anticipation, as if knowing what was to come next, and indeed Harry's mouth replaced a hand and began to lick sensuously over the erect nipple.

Harry stopped very suddenly, out-of-the-blue, Hermione made a noise of disapproval as Harry moved back to eye level. He simply smiled and kissed her, feeling her warm lips once more. But soon his mouth was back on skin, tracing circles on her stomach and to the hem of her skirt. Harry figured this had to go also, he unbutton the button and unzipped then zip, all of a sudden her green skirt parted to reveal green panties. Harry looked up at her.

'Green?' Harry asked cheekily, raising an eyebrow, 'is it because of my-'

'I thought we weren't talking,' she said back rather questionably.

'Well yeah but- Green?' he repeated.

'Yes Harry, it is what you're thinking,' she said, smiling, 'let's just say your eyes have gotten into my panties before now.'

She winked; Harry shrugged and pulled her skirt down her legs and off onto the ground and it was here he became aware that the bulge in his pants had grown considerably large. Hermione seemed to realize this too and she swapped their positions in such a rush, Harry felt slightly light headed as his T-shirt was being pulled over his head.

Hermione seemed to be following Harry's moves, her mouth ran over his smooth muscular chest, kissing every groove and bump that had formed considerably from the many hours of Quidditch training. Not wasting time, she removed Harry's jeans, not even contemplating the color of his boxer shorts (brown) as they went too. It's obvious what Hermione started here, Harry was unable to speak or even begin to imagine how such a bookworm like Hermione had learnt what she was doing – maybe she read it somewhere in a book- so well.

No matter, soon the air was filling with a different musk, a strong musk that issued from Harry and Hermione who had now joined at the waist, the rest of their bodies were pressed firmly together and moving back and forth at a steady rhythm. Harry had heard about sex the first time hurting, but couldn't believe the pain he seemed to be putting Hermione through or himself for that matter, but she bravely gritted her teeth and bellowed at him to continue which he did, reluctantly. He tried to muffle the screaming with his mouth, hoping to ease the pain, but this only lasted briefly, unfortunately, for Hermione had reached her climax, and found it particularly helpful to yell out Harry's name at the top of her lungs; Harry's eardrums felt as if they were going to burst.

Harry lost track of the time but what felt like only ten minutes later, Hermione had fallen asleep in his arms, absolutely exhausted, her head lay peacefully on his chest, their bodies were still clung to each other and their heavy musk was still lingering. Harry stayed awake a lot longer, his stomach was turning with what he had just experienced – pure beauty at its best - and his eyes were fixed upon – not the woman in front of him although quite wonderful herself - but the engravings left by his parents who he hoped, had been in this situation at one point. With a smile, he fell asleep, his lover wrapped in his arms and the feeling of being absolute and complete swept over him.

It seemed fitting that Harry would wake the same way he fell asleep. Hermione in his arms, only difference was her lips were on his when his eyes opened, and after a long delay she pulled away. What part of the day it was at the moment was unclear to him, for the room had no windows and he rarely wore a wrist watch anymore.

'Hi,' Hermione murmured, beaming.

'W-what time is it?' Harry asked, while stretching and coming to realization of where and why he was in bed with Hermione.

'Ten,' Hermione said simply, still beaming at him.

Harry raised an eyebrow.

'Am,' she added, her face straightened and she sat up a little, straddling him with her knees, 'and don't worry I've only really just gotten up myself.'

Harry smiled at her and got a smile back. The hint of musk that had circled the room whilst their… intimate relations last night… still lingered. Harry couldn't help but breathe in heavily as though coming to terms that for the rest of his life this was what he was going to smell. Beauty.

'Hermione, I just wanted to say,' Harry said, looking back at her, 'yesterday was- well it was- just- just-'

'I know,' she said, lying back down on him and staring at him with her head in her hands, 'life changing and all-'

'I was going to say fucking awesome,' Harry said, 'but sorry, that'd just ruins it-'

'No not at all,' Hermione said, and she sat up, 'in fact- I agree.'

Harry suddenly became very frightened for his own life as Hermione picked up a knife from the bedside table – where it had come from is anyone's guess – but she simply headed over to the wall of engravings and began to carve something of her own beneath James and Lily's. Slightly excited and curious, Harry followed suit, only just realizing they both stood naked.

'There we go,' Hermione said, bending to blow off the scraps of wood, 'our mark.'

As Hermione stepped out of the way, Harry felt himself for the third time in two days go weak at the knees:

"Harry Potter and Hermione Granger fucked awesomely here – from the brave hearted Gryffindor house of the 21st Century"

'What do you think?' Hermione asked.

'Fucking awesome,' Harry said, moving behind her and pulling her into a hug, 'but how did you engrave that so quickly?'

'Magic,' Hermione said, turning in their hug and pulling Harry into a sensuous kiss; it was comforting to know she wasn't lying.

They both decided that the afternoon should not go to waste and instead took a dip in the spa, where yet again Harry found himself unable to resist Hermione. Sex the second time around didn't seem all that bad, Harry was actually able to enjoy it more now that Hermione was too. And as Sunday went on, Harry was startled that he went quickly from a beginner and virgin into a professional, knowing all of Hermione's soft spots and weaknesses.

They managed to enjoy the spa, the shower and the two toilets in many different levels. But evidently, all good things must come to an end and Harry felt sad but definitely replenished when they were pulling on their clothes that evening. At around eight o'clock, they were ready to leave, but not before Harry had admired the engravings one more time, looking closely now at his parents and his own now that stood underneath perhaps indefinitely for the next couple that found this place.

'I wonder if they'll know,' Harry said when Hermione had come over to him and wrapped an arm around him.

'Who'll know what, hun?' Hermione asked, she had suddenly gotten into a habit of calling him "hun" every five minutes now.

'My name,' Harry said, 'say if it's another fifty years- I wonder if the next couple will know who I am?'

'We shall never know,' Hermione said, grasping Harry's arm firmer, 'but Harry, hun, I think its time we should-'

'Yeah,' Harry groaned, and he turned to pull Hermione into a hug, looking back around the room, 'so this is it huh? Our place… our first place, but not our room.'

Hermione sighed.

'And shall we never speak of it again,' Hermione said.

And in silent agreement, Harry took Hermione's hand and guided her from the room where they returned, very reluctantly, back to Hogwarts and a new life.

Awe… there we have it- I hope you all liked it. I didn't really consider continuing, but, maybe, if you keep looking, there might be more chapters in the ever so near future. Until then… Review and Hope!