This is it
This is great
This is what I always wanted
Where do we go from here?
That's the question of the year
I think you're fine
I think you're hot
This is what I always dreamed of
-Stroke 9
Hermione wiped the tears from her eyes as she started out for the Gryffindor tower. Malfoy's words had stung her. Despite her loathing the boy, it had still been hard for her to break off their affair. She knew that it was probably just a defense mechanism, but his reverting back to his old term had still hurt. I guess no one is going to be telling me that I'm fucking amazing for awhile now, she thought.
Sooner than she had anticipated, she found herself at the Fat Lady's portrait. "Pompescue," she said flatly and the painting swung forward revealing the common room. There were still a few students up, being that it was pretty late at night. As she entered the room, Hermione felt the stares of all of them on her. She could guess what was going through their minds. "Whore." "Traitor." "Slag."
Just then, the witch she least wanted to see ran up to her. "Oh, my god, Hermione, I am so sorry!" Lavender said, rather fakely, in Hermione's opinion. "I had no idea that it would get around like this. I only told Parvati, and she must have told others."
"Oh, shut it, Lavender. I knew I shouldn't have told you, everyone knows you're such a bloody gossip," Hermione said dissmissivly as she strode past her.
"Bitch," she heard her say quietly as she walked away. She ignored it and looked around for Harry. She finally saw a few black tufts of hair emerging from the top of a armchair that was facing away from her, towards the fire. Steeling herself, she walked over and stode in front of her best friend.
"Hey," she began quietly, "I want, I need, to talk to you."
Harry said nothing, and kept staring at the flame, an emotionless look on his face. Hermione continued, "Please. Just give me a few minutes. I need to explain. And I need to tell you about...I mean, I now know, I mean, its not just about, well, you know," she finished lamely.
After what seemed like ages, Harry finally looked up at her. "Fine."
"Let's go for a walk in the halls."
Together they strode out of the portrait hole and down the corridors. Hermione, unsure where to begin, kept quiet until she could gather her thoughts. Harry finally heaved a heavy sigh and said, "Well, get on with it then."
Hermione, voice shaking, began, "First of, I want you to know that I didn't do this to hurt you. It really had nothing to do at all with you really. And I didn't think it would go on as long as it did or that we would be found out. I didn't tell you because I knew you wouldn't understand, and hate me for it, much like you probably do now. I didn't even like him! It was just this weird lust thing that came over us. But I am very sorry, and while I can't say I didn't enjoy myself, I can say that if I lose what I have with you, it definately wasn't worth it."
Harry looked at her intensly. "I don't hate you Hermione. I never said that. I could never hate you. I was just so, I mean, I felt so... and when I heard what you two had been up to, it just made me...it made me so many things I guess. I was angry, I was hurt. Those feelings really didn't surprise me. What surprised me was the intense feeling of jealousy that I got. I just couldn't beleive that you could go for that dick."
Hermione's eyes widened. Jealousy? From Harry? Her heart beat quickened a bit.
Harry continued, "I mean, I guess I've had some feelings for you for awhile now, but I always just thought they were strong feelings for a good friend. But now I know that it was more than that. That I wanted you as more than a friend. I guess it was just this fucked up thing that forced me to realize it."
Hermione couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Oh, Harry," she sighed, "If I had known you felt this way, I never would have gone with Malfoy. Because, well, I've fancied you for quite some time now, and I always thought that you, well, I mean, when Ron started to like me, I thought that that was the end of my chances with you, because you wouldn't want to do that to your best mate."
"I don't think Ron is as into to you as he used to be, he's been talking about Padma Patil a lot lately."
"So," Hermione began tentativly, "does this mean you forgive me, because I really am sorry. And I do want to to be with you. And just so you know, I went right to Malfoy's and broke it off. It's completely over."
"Yeah. I forgive you. But I still want to know a few things," Harry said. "Like, for starters, how did this come to be? Was there some exchange? I mean, what did you say to each other that started this thing?"
"Well, I don't think anything was really said. It was more of a, well, a look, I guess. I had been finding myself growing attracted to Malfoy...I don't really know why," she quickly added, seeing the dubious look in Harry's eyes. "But I guess it was the same way with him. And then some time ago, there was a meeting that we had with McGonagall, and after it was finished we both sort of just looked at each other, and it was like we both knew what the other wanted. So then when we were walking back to our rooms, he just pulled me behind a curtain and we started going at it."
"Didn't the fact that he was Malfoy and you hated him ever cross your mind? I mean I would think that hearing him call you, well, what he calls you, would be a bit of a turn-off."
"I never forgot that I didn't like him, and I never really developed feelings for him. I think I was even more turned on by the fact that I hated him. It's like we would fight, and it would just fuel my fire. Like I said, it was just animal lust, crazy passion," Hermione said, hoping that Harry would understand.
"Oh, I get it," he said slowly. Then, before Hermione knew what was happening, he had reached over, opened a nearby door, and flung inside and against the wall. He quickly pinned her up against the wall, like he had done a few hours ago, and looked at her intensly. He had a fire burning in his eyes, just like before, but it was a different fire now. Pressed up against her, he asked, "Passionate enough for you, luv?" before going in and kissing her, hard. Hermione's body trembled. She had often wondered what kissing Harry would be like, and now she knew. He was extremely aggressive, seemingly wanting to obliviate all memory of Malfoy's kisses. She loved it. He arms, strong from Quidditch training, picked her up against the wall and brought her legs to wrap around his torso. Carrying her this way, he walked over to a nearby dext and layed her down on it, all the while still kissing her.
As Harry kissed and licked down her neck, Hermione looked around. She and Malfoy had done it here before. But she no longer wanted to think about Malfoy. She just wanted to focus on Harry, who was now snaking his hand, teasingly slow, up her skirt. She smiled at him, seductively, and put her hand on his, guiding it up faster. His hand slipped under her underwear...just as Malfoy's had done earlier. Stop it! she told herself, you're with Harry now. The guy you've wanted to be with for ages, now stop thinking about him.
Soon, she stopped really thinking of anything, because Harry had found her sweet spot. He teased and twiddled, making her moan. Then, right as she thought it could get no better, Harry did something that Malfoy had never done. He stopped and gently took off her skirt and rolled down her panties (with Malfoy there had always been a lot ripping) and went down on her. As soon as she could feel his hot breath down there, Hermione grew even more excited. But when she felt his tongue against her, licking, it nearly forced her over the edge. She managed to hold on for a bit more, but Harry's technique was too good. Within minutes, she careened over the edge, coming and moaning her best friend's name.
As she lay there panting, Harry got up and stode over her. "I think that's enough excitement for one night. We should probably be getting to bed, eh?" And with that he put her panties back on for her and helped her into her skirt. She was amazed at how gentle he could be. So unlike Malfoy.
Harry walked her to her room and kissed her good night. Hermione shut the door after he had gone and leaned against it. It had been quite a night after all. Exhausted, she walked over and fell asleep on her bed, with her clothes still on and a smile on her face.