Author's Note: Just a simple one shot. I don't own Harry Potter.

No One Else Knows

To say that Hermione Granger was in a foul mood would be a profound understatement. After two months straight of trying to prevent the Weasley twins from testing their products on first years, they were still ignoring her and had now begun operating in a more secretive fashion. And she couldn't even rely on her fellow prefect and so-called best friend to help her because he was afraid of his older brothers. It was an utterly pathetic and infuriating situation that she was driving herself crazy with in an effort to distract herself from other, more daunting problems, such as Voldemort returning, the ministry denying his return, and the wretched toad teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts this year.

Of course, Hermione knew exactly what she needed to feel a bit less… prickly. But, she didn't like the idea of relying on such a thing. She didn't like the idea of being addicted to anything other than books. But, those worries always evaporated into nothingness the moment she found herself in his arms again.

Hermione shook her head to clear her mind and continued on her prefect rounds. Even though she would have liked Ron to be responsible and bother to join her for their rounds, she did appreciate the peace and quiet of walking alone.

But, that was until she was grabbed out of nowhere and tugged into a broom cupboard. Before Hermione could panic, a familiar voice said, "It's just me Mione."

Hermione huffed and crossed her arms under her bust. "Harry, now isn't exactly a good time. I'm really stressed out."

Harry nodded with a smirk. "Which means it's the best time." He slid his hands to Hermione's waist and gently pulled her flush against him.

Hermione wanted to argue, to insist that it was a bad idea to share each other in a broom cupboard when she was supposed to be preventing others from doing exactly the same thing, she wanted to remind herself that she didn't like the idea of being a hypocrite about shirking responsibilities… but with everything he was struggling with these days… and the way he was kissing her neck… and the feel of his hands slowly traveling under her shirt… that subtle, gentle coercion towards the wall… "fuck, Harry…" she moaned and her hands ended up on his chest.

"Are you sure you want me to stop, love?" Harry asked slyly and met her eyes with that smirk Hermione had been steadily growing to love.

So she gripped his shirt and tugged him closer to her. "Don't even think about stopping, you prat," she warned him and Harry grinned before lunging forward to capture her lips in a searing kiss.

Hermione responded eagerly, her hands wandering on their own to unbutton his shirt. She needed to really feel him, not fabric. "How are you able to seduce me so easily?" Hermione asked breathlessly.

Harry let Hermione slide his shirt off of him and let the garment fall to the floor. "Because I'm the only person who knows what you need and you don't trust anyone else to give it to you anyway," he answered simply and slid a couple of his fingers into her knickers, delving between her legs. His smirk turned victorious as he felt her arousal. "I love it when I'm right," he commented and began pumping his fingers in and out of Hermione's cunt.

Hermione suppressed a moan but she couldn't stop herself from wrapping her arms around Harry's neck. "And what makes you think you're such an exclusive part of my life and that no one else could give me what I need?" She asked coyly.

Of course, Harry was right, the thought of anyone other than Harry so much as kissing her made her feel nauseous, and he was definitely becoming an addiction, no matter how much she tried to deny it. But, this was part of their game, and she couldn't help playing, not when it provoked Harry and brought out that primal side of him that drove her mad.

Harry used his free hand to grip Hermione's hair hard and pumped his fingers faster. "Because unlike everyone else in this castle, I fucking know you, kitten," he growled.

If Hermione had been drenched before, she might as well have been a waterfall at that point, and Harry wasn't stopping or slowing down. "No one else knows that you want your hair pulled," he whispered in her ear and deliberately tightened his grip to make his point.

Hermione whimpered and gripped Harry's shoulders hard enough for her nails to bite at his skin. Harry wasn't bothered, thanks to Hermione's claws, he had a very high pain tolerance. "No one else knows how sensitive you are from your earlobe down to your collarbone," Harry continued as he kissed his way down the path he had described. Hermione moaned and he added a third finger to his relentless assault on her cunt. Hermione whimpered again and bit her lip in an effort to keep quiet.

"No one else knows that when we first started this up you could barely take two of my fingers at once, do they Mione?" Harry taunted her. He sped up the pace of his fingers again as emphasis and to make it clear he wanted an answer.

Hermione shook her head. "N-no," she choked out and moaned again. "No one knows, Harry," she answered properly and Harry kissed her in an effort to muffle her next very loud moan as he pressed his thumb to her clit.

"I've broken you in so well, Mione. You've gotten so good at taking everything I want to give you," Harry commented. "And you know no one else could have done that, not like I can. Don't you?" Harry asked and nipped at her neck.

Hermione simply nodded, afraid that if she opened her mouth, she would be too loud and get them caught. Harry didn't seem to mind the silent confirmation. "No one knows you like I do," he stated again and shredded her knickers off of her. "I'm the only person who knows that you enjoy rough treatment. And I know exactly how you want to be devoured."

That was Hermione's only warning before Harry pushed her back against the wall completely and dropped to his knees. The moment Hermione felt Harry's tongue on her clit, she gasped and bit her hand to muffle any other sounds she made. Harry loved devouring Hermione, he loved the taste of her, loved the way she would grip his hair to keep herself steady, loved the way she would squirm as he made a meal of her.

It didn't take long for her first climax to hit, and Harry stood back up, eager to take her. "And no one knows you taste like honey," he commented with that damn smirk. Hermione grabbed Harry and pulled him to her, eagerly kissing him. As Harry kissed her back, he reached for her shirt, ripping it open and sending most of the buttons flying.

If Hermione wasn't a needy mess, desperately craving Harry more than air, she might have thrown a fit over the state of her shirt. But at that particular moment, all she cared about was getting Harry to actually fuck her. She couldn't bear anymore teasing, she needed that familiar feeling of being filled and stretched by his dick.

But, once Hermione's shirt was no longer blocking his view, Harry was almost paralyzed by what he saw. She was wearing a new bra, he had never seen this particular bit of black lace, and he knew he hadn't because Hermione had never worn a bra with a front fastening clasp before. "Hoping I was going to seduce you tonight, Mione? Or were you planning to seduce me?" He asked tauntingly.

Hermione bit her lip. "Just in case," she answered him almost breathlessly.

Harry nodded and unhooked her bra. He liked to have a view whenever he and Hermione could catch a moment alone together, and she knew it. She knew him as well as he knew her, there was no denying it. She responded to him perfectly, moved almost on instinct even. As he lavished her breasts with affection, she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, freeing his throbbing, aching dick. Harry groaned as she stroked him, then he grabbed both her hands and guided them back to his shoulders. He gripped her hips and she jumped up for him, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Fuck Mione, do you have any bloody idea what you do to me?" He asked and slid into her tight warmth.

Hermione stifled a moan by biting Harry's shoulder. Again, Harry didn't mind. He began to thrust into Hermione repeatedly, creating a steady rhythm. "I wish I could stay buried in your tight cunt every minute of every day. Your body is paradise, and nothing compares to the way you tighten around my dick when you come undone."

Hermione whimpered and moaned non stop as Harry sped up his pace and his thrusts got harder. "More Harry, oh fuck, please don't stop!" Hermione cried and Harry let go of one of her legs to reach up, tangle his fingers in her hair, and pull her into another passionate kiss. He didn't slow his pace, if anything, their tongues battling for dominance encouraged him further and he hammered into Hermione harder and faster.

"Mione," he groaned. "Tell me you need this as much as I do," Harry requested, his voice little more than a whisper against her lips.

Hermione nodded. "Of course I do Harry, I always need this. I always need you," she whispered in his ear and nipped at his earlobe. "Tell me I'm yours, please Harry, call me yours."

"You're mine," Harry growled confidently as he hit a spot within her that nearly had Hermione screaming. "You're all mine, you belong to me Mione," he insisted and Harry captured her lips again as he released her hair and slid his hand back down between her legs to press his fingers to her clit. He swallowed her scream as she came undone and let go himself as her legs shook around him and her cunt tightened on his dick.

As their climaxes ripped through them both, they slid down the wall until Harry was back down on his knees with Hermione straddling him, her arms and legs still wrapped around him. And that was how they remained for several minutes as they gave themselves time to rest.

Eventually, they stood back up and began redressing themselves. Hermione easily fixed the buttons back to her shirt, but she couldn't find her shredded underwear so she could mend them. "Harry, did you steal my knickers again?" She asked with her hands on her hips.

Harry shrugged nonchalantly as he finished buttoning his shirt. "Maybe I did, or maybe they just vanished."

Hermione couldn't help laughing at Harry's joke and blushing when he kissed her forehead. "This isn't just physical anymore, is it Harry?" She asked softly.

Harry shrugged. "I don't think it ever truly was."

Hermione nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck. Harry wrapped his own arms around Hermione. "Then why haven't we said anything to anyone?" She asked softly, genuinely curious.

"I didn't know if you wanted to be open about it or not," he admitted and ran a hand through his hair. "And I guess, with everyone thinking they have a right to know every detail of my life, it's been nice keeping this between us. But we don't have to keep quiet if you don't want to anymore."

Hermione smiled. "As long as I can call you my boyfriend I'm fine with no one knowing."

Harry smiled back. "I can agree to that." They laughed together and Harry kissed her forehead again. "All mine."

"And all mine," Hermione added and kissed him softly.

In their hearts they knew one day it wouldn't be a secret anymore, but for now they could be together without the world butting into their lives. For now, No one else knew, and Harry and Hermione were fine with that.

Author's Note: Hope this was enjoyable to read, and if so I'd love it if you checked out my multi-chapter fic, Harmony Reimagined. It's my pride and joy, haha.