What Wizards Want Chapter 11: Hermione's bed, a harry potter fanfic

A/N: ALOHA so the last chapter was totally short, but this one will be longer… hopefully, lol… ok, so I NEVER do actual sex scenes, but… ya, lol. This one should be funny, and umm, hopefully fulfilling, because my last chapter kinda sucked, but oh well, it introduced what was going to happen in this one… review YAY! Lol, I LUURVE you guys! Woohoo… anywho…

Disclaimer: Ugh, just stop asking already… you all know I don't own it.

Clip from past chapter: "I just caused Harry a sex dream. ME, Hermione Granger, I just caused him a SEX DREAM!" Hermione couldn't help but be proud of herself… if last afternoon's make-out session could give him that much pleasure in his dream, she couldn't wait to see what tonight would do to him.

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Hermione sat in her dormitory, grinning slightly while she got ready for dinner. She made sure to pamper herself extra, in order to get ready for that night, which had to go perfectly. She had arranged her room so that the enchanted candles had followed her up to her dorm, and the scent floated around the room. If this was the room she would lose her virginity in, then it was OK. It was lovely.

"Hermione, come on!" Harry called up sweetly to her. He was waiting downstairs for her to walk her to dinner.

"I'm coming, Harry!" Hermione answered, peering at her reflection one last time before starting down the spiral staircase. Her hair was slightly less puffy, and a tint of lip gloss shined on her smooth lips. She patted down her skirt as she walked entrancingly down the steps, and allowed Harry to snake an arm around her waist. Nothing, nothing could go wrong this night.

"Wow, you look gorgeous Hermione. How could I have ever gotten lucky enough to be with you?" Harry thought to himself, marveling at Hermione's pure beauty, as he bent down to give Hermione a kiss on her cheek.

Harry and Hermione made their way to the Gryffindor table, sinking down into their seats as they dug into the delicious meal in front of them.

"Where's Ron?" Harry inquired, looking around the table in search of his crimson haired friend.

"No clue," Hermione answered, while looking over at the Slytherin table. Sure enough, Malfoy was mysteriously missing as well.

"Having a nice romp, are they?" Hermione mused, snickering at the thought. "Malfoy must be really good if he can cause Ron to skip a meal…"

Hermione smiled over at Harry, searching his eyes.

"Harry, I'm full," Hermione said, gesturing to her almost untouched plate. She was much too excited to eat when she knew she was less than hours away to losing her
"precious flower" to the one she loved. (A/N: HAHAHAHA ok, I know, 'precious flower' is about as lame as it gets… exactly why I chose to use it tehe.)

Harry stared at Hermione, not quite understanding what she was trying to imply to him. And then, it struck him.

"She's ready, NOW! Oh god, oh yes, let's go. Whoa, Hermione… don't do that, I don't want to jack off here! Oh… no, don't stop, actually…" Harry thought frantically.

Hermione quickly drew her hand back. She had been snaking it around Harry's inner thigh, trying to make him grasp exactly what she was implying. She smiled to herself, thinking about how if she had almost made him jack off there, then she didn't know what would happen in her bed. But then a terrifying thought struck her. What if she wasn't good enough?

"What if Hermione thinks I'm bad in bed? I'm supposed to be desirable to her, am I not? But what if I can't satisfy her needs… after all, I've never done this before! What if I get Hermione PREGNANT?" Harry thought to himself with apparent worry. Hermione calmed down slightly upon hearing this. First of all, she had already taken the liberty of performing a tricky charm to prevent pregnancy. Secondly, if Harry was new to this as well, then she would try to make this the most pleasurable experience for him… ever, and he wouldn't have anybody to compare this to.

"Ya, I'm not really that hungry right now either…" Harry said, winking at Dean. He was lucky that Hermione wasn't watching him at that moment, or she might have been upset. Their sex life was between them only, not for Harry to spread around.

Harry helped Hermione up as the two of them started towards their common room, both equally nervous, but none of them showing it. As they told the portrait of the angel the password, it suddenly hit both of them what they were about to do.

Hermione turned and gave Harry a wavering smile, nervousness gripping her and coursing through her body. Although Harry couldn't read thoughts like Hermione could, he understood exactly what she was going through.

"Hermione… I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you. And I swear, if this is too much for you… we don't have to do this, love." Harry looked at her with sincerity, his eyes never leaving her own.

Hermione felt calm staring through them, and she didn't have to read Harry's thoughts to know that he was saying nothing but the truth. He would never let anything happen to her, and with that thought in mine she lead him up to her dormitory, opened her door, and let him follow her inside. Hermione locked the door and smiled as it gave a very satisfying click of the lock. Nobody could bother them now.

"I love you too, Harry," Hermione whispered, walking to the bed backwards, never taking her eyes off of Harry. When she got there she sat down, and slowly stripped herself of her shoes, using her finger to silently signal for Harry to follow.

"Holy shit, Hermione, you're so sexy…" Harry thought to himself.

Hermione giggled, as she pulled Harry to the bed, and flipped him over so that she was on top, attacking his lips with her own. Harry kicked off his shoes, as he returned her passionate kisses with even more fire. Love shot through Hermione, as she sunk into his grip, lavishing in the moment. Slowly, she took her hands, and tugged on Harry's shirt, pulling it over, so that it lay forgotten on the ground. Harry stared at her, and took off Hermione's shirt, while managing to kiss her all at the same time.

"Hermione," Harry breathed, staring at every inch of her body, a happy sigh coming over his body.

After a few more minutes of hot and passionate kissing and clothing removal, the couple paused, before Harry requested entrance.

"Hermione…" Harry said again, breathing into Hermione's chest. "I love you; I love you so much…"

"I love you to Harry," Hermione whispered, looking at Harry with complete and utter passion in her eyeballs. (A/N: LOL, I don't know why, but eyeballs were much more fun to say than eyes hehe. Lol I'm cracking up… anywho…)

And with one swift, perfect, and life altering movement Harry was inside of her.

"Oh, Harry…"

Hermione and Harry lay exhausted together in her bed, basking in the moonlight, their bodies pressed against each other. Hermione was a vision of beauty, with her eyes closed. Harry's eyes swept over her disheveled hair, her swollen lips, (swollen from too much kissing, anyway), and her naked body. She might not look collected, but she was the most beautiful thing he had even laid eyes on.

Harry's thoughts went over the night's events. Their bodies were perfect for each other, as if they knew that they would be life partners.

"Hermione," Harry whispered as he kissed her lips gently. "Honey, are you awake?" He questioned.

But Hermione's eyes remained shut, as her breathes became more heavy. She was asleep.

"I love you," Harry breathed, kissing Hermione one last time, before shutting his eyes as well, falling into an easy slumber.

It was 7 minutes before Hermione dared to open her eyes. She had just had the most amazing night of her life, and while she was making love to Harry, she realized she could sense his every thoughts, his every movement. While they were having the night of their lives, she realized she didn't need the potion… realized she didn't want the potion to help her out with her relationship.

After another 3 minutes or so, Hermione got up and walked over to the floor, putting on her clothing after tucking Harry snugly into the covers. As much as she would love to sleep the night away with him, she wanted to rid her body of the potion's contents as soon as was possible. Tonight, finally, was the night the potion would be gone. After putting on some clothing, and grabbing the invisibility cloak from Harry's room, she swept off into the night, with one thought in her mind… to find the counter potion to the one that had brought her and Harry together.

But, little did she know that as she was making her way to the hospital wing, a very confused raven haired, emerald eyed young man was following her, the Marauders map clutched in his hand.

A/N: Ok, so this chapter is probably my favorite one I've written so far… I don't know why, really, but for some reason I found it the most enjoyable. But then again, you guys have to tell me what YOU thought about it… did you like it or not? So, this chapter was very… I don't know, but it leads up to a very dramatic, important part of the story. What does the certain black haired green eyed young man find Hermione doing? And what will his reaction be! Review to find out XD.