Harry finished his breakfast not long after Hermione had, reaching out, he took her hand as they walked toward the Entrance Hall. They had not told anyone about their time in the Room of Requirement but they didn't hide the change that time had made in them and in their relationship.
They were rarely appart, often seen holding hands or with Hermione's arm linked through his as they moved througout the school. The two young Gryffindors weren't as ostentatious with their feelings as Ron and Lavender were. In public, hand holding and the occasional arm wrapped around the girl's waist were about as much as the couple would display. Once or twice they had been seen to press a chaste kiss to the other's lips, but nothing more.
They were occasionally asked when they started dating, the two would just smile or laugh and say 'ages ago'. To them it was truth. They felt as though it had been ages. They had always been there, both had just been too affraid or too oblivious to see it.
The professors had been thrilled at the effect their relationship had on both teens.
Harry's marks had improved greatly, his homework had become not only of a higher quality, but much more legible. As well, his essays had become more thought out and structured, researched instead of just haphazardly thrown together.
His performance in his school work aside, he was much calmer and far less prone to acts of stupidity. He paid attention in his classes, did his assinments properly, and spent far less time in detention.
By quite the opposite, Hermione had loosened up and learned to have a bit more fun. She still studied hard and made top marks, but now she laughed freely and sincerely. She seemed as though she had finally relaxed from her far too tightly wound nerves and learned to live instead of just reading about living.
Both teens seemed to be more confident in themselves, more comfortable in their own skin.
The staff was truly please to finally see the two young Gryffindors acting their age. Hermione no longer spending her time balancing between having her nose stuffed in a book and attempting to be the voice of reason to two unruly teenage boys. They were very glad to see Harry finally applying himself to his work and not just on trouble and danger. He seemed truly happy and that was something no one was sure they had ever really seen on him before.
A month later and Harry was still amused, and slightly scared, by the talk, or more like lecture they had been forced to endure, with McGonegall. She had thoroughly torn them a new one. Chastising them for everything from missing days of classes, to making everyone worry, to disappearing from the castle without aproval. When Harry had pointed out that they never actually left the castle, merely been taken hostage by it, she didn't find it very amusing. They escaped punishment on the simple grounds that the Headmaster himself had not been able to locate them or access the Room of Requirement. Their tale that the castle had taken them and slowed down time was believed by all, with the population none the wiser to the actual events of those days.
Which suited both of them just fine. They were both very private people and were well aware that due to Harry's name, they would never have complete anonymity, however any scrap of privacy they could scrape up meant the world to them.
Ron had barely spoken to them since their reappearance. He was apparently angry that he had been left out of something and had demanded to know why he wasn't told about this letter (a letter which the brilliant witch had thought to forge just in case). Hermione had simply fixed him with a very pointed glare, an eyebrow raised and told him sardonically, "You were a bit busy with your tongue down Lav-Lav's throat at the time." The red-head had the decency to blush and look uncomfortable. He let the topic drop after that, but he seemed to avoid the two for the most part.
The school noticed the drifting appart of the Golden Trio, staff and student alike. A large number of the populous worried that something had happened, while the rest simply wrote the distance among them off to the two realizing finally that the one was just a distraction.
As Harry and Hermione made their way up to the library, they talked about the assignment they had been working on until late that night, days away from being due, but they wanted to have the weekend to themselves.
Rounding the corner Harry suddenly pulled his girlfriend into an empty classroom, pushing her against the door as he closed it, waving a hand and throwing up a silencing and locking charm.
"I have wanted to do this for hours..." He said hoarsely, pressing his lips against hers, his hands sliding along her sides.
"Mmm Harry, what..." Hermione gasped softly as the raven-haired teen kissed down her neck. "What if we're caught?" She asked, her hands sliding into his shaggy hair even as her words were a mild protest.
"Locked and silenced the room as soon as we came in." He said, slipping his hands beneath her uniform shirt and around behind her, pulling her body tight against his. "Looking at you and not touching you is getting harder and harder." He said, pressing his hips against hers, showing her the true meaning of his words.
The bushy-haired teen almost moaned in response, her head falling back slightly in pleasure. "Harry... Oh Harry... I need.." She mewled out softly.
"I know what you need..." He said, sliding his hands from beneath her shirt and down over the swell of her ass, squeezing it firmly as he ground his hips against hers, eliciting another soft sound. Suddenly he lifted her by his hands on her ass, pulling her up against him, her legs instinctively going around his waist. "Can I give you what you need? What we both need?"
"P-please Harry..." She whimpered softly, biting her lip as she felt his fingers knead at the globes of her ass.
Hearing her say yes was all he needed, he had been aching to have her for days, but work had taken precidence over play. Moving one of his hands, he reached down between them, tugging her damp panites aside and brushing his fingers along her wet slit, groaning at the feeling of her so hot and eager for him.
Leaning in, Harry caught her lips in a deep kiss as he teasingly slipped one finger into her wet folds. Pushing it in deep only to pull it out slowly and brush up over her clit. The boy repeated this over and over until she broke, throwing all restraint out the window. "Harry if you don't take me now I will hex you into next week!" She groaned out.
"Promise?" He asked, leaning down and biting lightly at her breast through her shirt as he unfastened his pants, pushing them down hastily.
"That is a blatant threat." She said, her words fading off into a moan at the feel of his mouth.
"I don't want to be in next week... I want to be in you..." He said and with one hard thrust, burried his entire length deep inside her, moaning loudly as her slit hugged him tightly. "Fuck, 'Mione..." He growled into her shoulder, doing his best to hold still and give her time to adjust when all he wanted to do was slam hard and fast, agian and again.
"Ha-Harry..." She gasped out, reveling in the way his larger than average member filled and stretched her tight walls. "M-more!" She called out, needing less than gentle treatment at the moment.
Harry nodded, beginning to move himeself in and out of her, slowly building to a fast hard pace. With one hard thrust, he bottomed out inside Hermione, causing her body to bow in pleasure, her inner walls clenching tight around him as she climaxed hard, coating him in her hot juices. He stilled inside her, leaning her body back against the door, pinning her there with his hips against hers, his cock still burried deep inside her. Reaching up, he took hold of her uniform shirt and pulled popping the buttons off without caring, needing to see more of her beautiful body.
Dipping his head down he teasingly took one of her nipples into his mouth, drawing out her climax and making her shudder and writhe on his cock. "Fuck, Harry! Don't stop!" Hermione called out for him, her hands fisting in his hair.
Harry began thrusting again, slow and teasing strokes at first, aiming only to drive her need for him higher and higher. As he slowly moved into her, his hands caressed and massaged her breasts, moving from one nipple to the other, licking and sucking softly. They had been rough, taken the edge off of the days they had been close but unable to touch. Now was about showing her just how beautiful she was.
The brunette rolled her hips down against his, meeting his slow, sensual pace, taking him deep into her overly sensitive body, every thrust sending sparks along her body.
Sliding her arms around Harry's neck, she pressed herself against him, shifting and rolling against his every movement. Feeling her respond so thoroughly sent the young raven mad. He needed more. He needed release. He needed her release with his.
Reaching down between them, Harry brushed his fingers over his girlfriend's clit, drawing a loud moan from her. He began thrusting harder and faster, continuing to rub her clit, moving his fingers against that sensitive nub harder and faster as well. Every moan of hers was music to his hears.
He could feel his realease pressing down on him.
Leaning in, he whispered into the girl's ear, "Cum for me baby..." As he gave a particularly hard thrust.
His words worked like magic on her body. At once, her tight slit clenched tighed around his cock, squeezing and pulsing around him. The sensation of her tight channel flooding around him was too much and he could no longer hold back. He exploded into her with a loud yell, pulsing into her as he filled her with all he had to offer.
Panting, Harry's knees gave out and to slow them, he leaned his hands against the door, sliding down to kneel, his cock still burried inside Hermione, hitting hard and deep one last time as they collided with the floor, causing both of them to groan loudly.
"Mmmm fuck..." the green-eyed teen said lazily, laying his head against her shoulder. "You will be the death of me Mione."
"I think that may be the other way around..." She replied in a shaky voice. "I don't think my legs will work."
"I'll just have to carry you." Harry said lovingly. "Once mine start working again." He added with a laugh.