Disclaimer: I own nothing of the Harry Potter/Wizarding World. They were all created by the genius that is J.K. Rowling.
Author's Note: This is the second chapter for tonight like I promised. I'm not sure but this could mean that I have far too much free time.
Chapter 31: Passion
Harry was sitting beside of the bed watching Hermione sleeping. His mind was full and try as he might he hadn't been able to sleep. Afraid he'd wake her he'd crawled from the bed they shared and was just watching her. Before he'd met her, while he was still living with the Dursley's at Privet Drive, if someone would have told him that he could feel this way for another person he would have called them a bloody idiot. "Harry?" Hermione said sleepily rolling over to face him.
"I'm here." He said from across the room.
Hermione set up and pushed her hair from her face, "Why are you all of the way over there?" she asked.
"Sorry." He couldn't help but grin; he crossed the room and climbed back into the bed with her. "I just didn't want to disturb you."
"You don't disturb me." She said snuggling in his arms her head resting on his chest tucked under his chin. "You have something on your mind."
"Nothing important." He assured her.
"Important enough that it drove you from our bed," She pointed out.
"You know me too well." Harry kissed the top of her head.
"I thought you loved that about me." She teased.
"I do."
"Then you should know me well enough to know you can tell me anything."
Harry sighed and thought about it for a few minutes. "I'm just starting to understand how Dumbledore must have felt."
"What do you mean?" she frowned.
"Well, he had the weight of our world on him didn't he? Both Scrimgeour and Fudge were constantly sending him owls for advice. He had to worry about all the students at Hogwarts and us getting into trouble. The more I think of it the more I think he always knew what we were up to. Then he had to try to stay one step ahead of Voldemort and lead the Order. Every time there was a death it hit him hard, he never showed it but I know it ate at him. It's eating at me and I don't know if I can do it Hermione. Dean's already dead and who's going to be next?"
"You can't think like that Harry." She said softly. "Dumbledore was a great man but there is one thing that you have that he didn't have."
"What's that?" he asked looking down at her his hand running down her back.
"You're not alone…you're not bearing the weight of this by yourself. You have me and Ron and Ginny, Fred and George and Neville and Luna. Dumbledore knew that and he made sure that you had people you could count on." Hermione said looking up at him her eyes full of love.
"You amaze me, Hermione." Harry leaned down and kissed her softly his arms tightening around her.
"Harry." She gasped against his lips.
"You taste so sweet." He groaned against her lips before rolling to his side and her on her back. Hermione looked up at him her hand catching the hem of his shirt and pulled it over her head. It had seemed like forever since the last time they'd made love, rather than the handful of days it had actually been, and she wanted him more than anything. She didn't say anything as she trailed kisses down the side of his neck her hand sliding over his abs teasing his skin and causing gooseflesh to rise. She liked that she had this effect on him. "Hermione." He sank his hand in her hair holding her against his skin.
She was a little nervous, in their previous rounds of lovemaking Harry had been in control pleasuring her. She had no idea exactly what she was doing, she just hoped that she done this right. Her hands shook a little as she untied the strings to his pants and slid her hand inside. She wrapped her hand around his cock before sliding it slowly up the length of him in a gentle caress. "Harry show me what you like." She moaned softly against his ear.
Harry growled in pleasure, he wasn't exactly sure how much of her tender play he'd be able to handle before she was flat on her back and he was deep inside of her. Still not wanting this to end too soon, he wrapped his hand around hers and showed her how to stroke him. "Just like that baby." He groaned his other hand was still buried deep inside of her thick hair. He pulled her into a demanding kiss his tongue sweeping into her mouth.
Hermione was sure she'd never been so aroused in her whole life. Her heart pounded in her breast and her pulse was racing. She had no idea that giving another person, pleasure could be so pleasurable. She broke the kiss and looked up at him watching his face as she teased and caressed him. The last of Hermione's reservations had slipped away and she was feeling empowered by their play. She freed him from his pants and leaned down and flicked her tongue over the head of his shaft causing him to jerk and hiss in pleasure. "Fuck Hermione." He groaned. "If you do that then I can assure this won't be lasting much longer."
"I just want to make you feel good." She said innocently, her eyes locking with his as she slowly took him into her mouth.
"Fuck,' he cursed again his hand fisting in her hair his eyes rolling back in his head. Hermione moaned around him as she pulled slowly up on him. Over the years she'd heard plenty of older girls talking about this particular act, it always sounded disgusting and she could never see herself doing it….ever. With Harry was different, with Harry everything was different. There was nothing disgusting about anything they did. He let her have her way with him for as long as he could possibly handle still he wasn't ready to be done yet. He'd used every ounce of control he had to hold starve off his own pleasure. "Alright Hermione, I need you now." He groaned pulling her up by her arms. He jerked the tee shirt she'd been sleeping in up around her waist and ripped the band of her panties pushing them out of his way and buried himself inside of her with a groan.
Wanting to feel his hands on her naked body she tore the shirt over her head dropping it to the floor and arched her back taking him deeper. "Harry…I have no idea what to do." She sobbed.
"Just…ride me." He groaned his hands resting on her hips squeezing them as he showed her how rise and fall on his shaft. It didn't take long for her to catch on and before they knew it they were both crying each other's name in pleasure.
Hermione collapsed on top of Harry breathing hard. "That was…." She gasped her head was spinning making it impossible to complete a thought.
"I agree." He said trailing kisses over her naked shoulder.
