A/N- remember this is rated M and it's going toto get worse in about 10 chapters...

Islanzadi

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Hermione laughed with him and they sat down on the grass next the road. He looked down at her seriously and stroked her hair with tenderness. She smiled shyly up at him and their eyes locked. He felt butterflies in the pit of his stomach. For better or worse, he was going to kiss her. He wanted to stop himself and do the right thing. He wanted to tell Ron first so it wouldn't be behind his friends back. But even as all these thoughts whirled around his mind he was still leaning in closer. The truth of the matter was that he wanted Hermione so much that he was willing to put his friendship on the line for it. He had lost control of his emotions when Sirius had died…but nothing like this. They sat on the grass in the moonlight kissing until Hermione wasn't sure if she was even one person anymore. She had never been so happy and so alive. Her whole body felt like it had little electric pulses going off in every area. She was amazed that he could do this to her just by kissing her. She got up on her knees and pushed him down onto the grass, straddling him.

"Bloody hell Hermione, warn me when you're going to be violent with me will you?" he said playfully.

"Shut up and kiss me," she said, pushing herself onto him. He let out a groan and kissed her hard. She moved her hands under his shirt, feeling his chest like she had longed to do for so long. Harry was trying to keep control of himself and was having great difficulty. Hermione noticed this and decided to show him a more daring side of her. She thought back to all the dreams she had had about Harry and found a little bit of courage. She rolled off Harry and moved to his side. He carried on kissing her intently, and was stunned when she moved his hand under her shirt to her breast. At first he just left it there, he even stopped kissing her as he looked into her eyes with a questioning look.

"You're not the only one that can lose control you know…" whispered Hermione and put her hand on top of his and showed him how to touch her. Hermione was feeling dizzy by the time Harry had stopped his explorations and started kissing her deeply again. They moaned into each other's mouths trying to control themselves. But can passion that strong between two people ever be controlled? Harry moved his hands to the back of her waist and started stroking softly, then his hands slowly moved to her thighs. Hermione's breathing was ragged now. She was praying that he would touch her, and raised her hips whenever his hands brushed her thighs. He stopped kissing her and looked deep into her eyes as he slowly stroked her inner thigh, inching upwards slowly…

"If you want me to stop, tell me," he whispered. She said nothing and stared into his eyes as if mesmerised. The sensible Hermione had vanished, and left only the Hermione that wanted Harry with every fibre of her being. He slowly unzipped her trousers, and slid them down to her thighs. Hermione felt heat like she had never known before, and when she finally felt his fingers brush against her she felt like she was going to explode. He slipped his fingers inside her underwear and slid them to where she was wet. She gripped him harder and buried her head into his shoulder.

"No," he whispered, "I want to see you." She looked deep into his eyes as he slowly began to touch her again. She let out moan after moan and Harry felt like he was going to lose control just watching her. She began to shiver uncontrollably against him and she bit on her lip hard. Her breathing was getting faster and faster, the heat building in her to an indescribable climax. Eventually she let out a cry that echoed along the road, and she fell weakly against him. Harry kissed her tenderly and was secretly amazed that he had managed to do that to her. After she gained a little strength she returned the favour, and Harry had never felt anything like it. They lay there for a long time stroking each other tenderly in the moonlight. Hermione was wondering how they had gone from trying to ignore each other the day before, to where they were now.

"Your wild teenage hormones Harry," said Hermione smiling at him. Harry smiled at her but knew it was more than hormones and more than just attraction. He felt panicked all of a sudden. Where had all this come from? Was it right, or was he just a stupid mistaken teenager?

"You know that we need to tell Ron as soon as possible don't you Harry?" asked Hermione. Harry nodded his head, but changed the subject quickly. He didn't want his guilt ruining a moment like this.

Later on they walked down the road hand in hand, stopping sometimes to kiss, sometimes to play fight and tickle, and sometimes just to look into each others eyes. They stopped outside the cottage and Harry kissed her deeply. The sun was beginning to rise on the horizon, and the birds had suddenly become quite active.

"I can't believe we just did that." Hermione whispered, "Anyone could have driven by and seen us."

"There aren't many people in this area." Harry whispered back "Besides, it was your fault…you drove me to it."

"I most certainly did not," Hermione whispered in a mock offensive tone "I am a well behaved woman I shall have you know. You led me astray…" Harry laughed quietly and kissed her again.

"You didn't seem to mind though," he whispered kissing her slowly.

"You have you charms Mr. Potter. I couldn't resist them, if I didn't know any better I would have thought you'd have slipped me a lust potion…" she whispered running her hands over his back.

"We should go inside. Come on. Hopefully no one is awake. " said Harry quietly.

"No one in there has ever been awake at dawn Harry." said Hermione "At least not of their own free will" She followed Harry into the cottage and they waited in the hallway to make sure the coast was clear.

"We should try and get some sleep," she said and kissed Harry on the cheek. He smiled at her and kissed her quickly before they made there way upstairs and into their bedrooms. On the couch Ron stirred suddenly and looked around. 'Where'd everyone go?' he thought, and an uneasy feeling crept into the pit of his stomach. He grabbed his blanket and went upstairs quietly. He stopped outside Harry's door and listened. He didn't know why he felt suspicious all of a sudden, or what he felt suspicious about. After a moment he opened it slowly and saw Harry lying alone on his bed. 'I am a stupid git' he thought, and made his way to his bedroom. Harry let out a sigh of relief as he heard Ron leave the room. He would have to tell him soon, he couldn't keep secrets from his best friend. He only hoped their friendship would survive.