The room was deadly silent, but the air was laced with a strange trust. So much had changed between us in the past few weeks. We'd both cried in each other's arms. I shuddered remembering the feeling of him clinging to me. Holding me around the waist like his life depended on it. While he sobbed, telling me that he didn't know if anyone could ever love him the way she had.

But of course, I did.

I'd never said the words out loud, but I had a feeling that he knew. He knew what I felt. I could see it in the way he looked into my eyes sometimes. Like he could tell what was swimming in them every time he looked at me. But I'd never said it.

I don't know how I let it get to this point. But I didn't stop it, I didn't want to. I was so helpless. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew. I knew that he wasn't ready. He was still too fragile, fresh heartbreak clung to him in the way he moved, talked, existed. You couldn't ignore it.

But of course… I did.

So when we were sitting together quietly on the floor of the abandoned classroom, too close to just be friends, but far enough away not to be more, his question shocked me.

"Hermione… do you ever just miss the feeling of … kissing someone?"

Silence. My ears burned, I could feel the heat rising to my face and I willed it to stop, cursing my body for its betrayal. And I knew what I should do. But I couldn't, I didn't want to. I didn't want to stop whatever this question had put in motion. I smoothed my robes as I walked over to the dusty desk and sat there with my legs hanging over the edge. Slowly I met his eyes, and was captured by the unsaid implications of his question.

"Yes." I head the word escape from my lips in a soft whisper, before I even had the chance to consider not saying it.

And he was getting to his feet, emerald eyes fixed on me with a new intensity and intention I hadn't seen before. An intensity I'd only allowed myself to fantasize about. His steps were slow and deliberate. I didn't dare move. I was afraid if I moved I'd break the small spell that he'd cast with his question. He stopped in front of me, I could feel the warmth of his thighs touching my knees, and struggled not to shiver at the proximity. We'd been close together before. Of course we had, he was my best friend. We were in the same house. I recalled countless nights huddled close together in the crowed Gryffindor common room, the sound of quills scratching at parchment and quiet whispered conversations. But this was different. This was deliberate, and this time we were alone.

I couldn't look away from his eyes. The were so clear, and I wanted to believe that he knew what this would mean. That he wanted it. I hadn't brought up the question. It had been him. For the first time, he was instigating this… closeness. And a small bubble of hope in my chest swelled, because maybe he felt something for me too. I tried to crush the image of the red haired women that threatened to take me out of this moment. I wouldn't let anything distract me from this.

His hands reached for me, and he touched my cheeks with gentle fingers. I leaned into the touch. I was powerless, having craved this for so long I couldn't refuse now that he was so willingly doing everything I'd always wanted him too. I heard my name on his lips, so quiet, barely there, a whisper. His eyelids fluttered, and started to droop, I could feel his breath on my face as he leaned towards me, and my breathing hitched. I prayed it wasn't noticeable.

And somewhere deep down I knew that this was a mistake. That we were caught up in the moment, and that this was a completely irresponsible thing to do especially since we were meant to be practicing. We had be trusted to be capable enough to practice alone. Any pair of 6th year students should have been capable of staying focused and accomplishing the assigned task without supervision. I prided myself on my focus, my concentration. I shouldn't be kissing him, my classmate, my best friend. Harry…

But of course… I did.

Our lips met and all those thoughts disappeared. There was no way that this could be wrong. This was a kiss that I had been waiting for for years. I'd imagined it so many times I'd lost count. But nothing could have compared to this. His hands traveled slowly from my face, and one of them wound it's way into my hair while the other found my waist and pulled me in closer. he settled himself between my legs and I slipped closer to the edge of the desk. Both of my hands were tanged in his jet black hair, so soft and messy. I normally would have playfully teased him for how unruly it was, but I was much too preoccupied.

A low moan escaped my lips, as Harry deepened the kiss. He was pulling me closer, like he couldn't get enough of me fast enough. I revelled in the feeling of being so desired. I pulled him closer to me, desperate to make the most of this moment. I felt his hands running up and down the sides of my body, and suddenly his fingers slipped under my blouse and I couldn't stop another moan from slipping out. And it was like he was branding me with. I knew I'd never be the same after this. No matter what the outcome.

I should have been thinking about the fact that this wasn't going to end well. That Harry clearly wasn't over his break up with Ginny. That he'd barely even given himself a moment to move on from her, and he couldn't be ready for this. I should have been think about how we were in the middle of a classroom in broad daylight and I was certain the door wasn't locked.

But all I could think about was how much I wanted Harry to touch me in all the ways I'd been imagining for so long. How glorious it felt to be the object of his desires for once, even if it was just a distraction. How I wanted him to take whatever he needed from me in this moment, and how I would give him everything. All he had to do was ask.

Godric Gryffindor himself could have walked into this room and that still wouldn't have been enough to distract me from Harry's kisses… from his touch.

He had moved on from my lips, and his face was now buried in my neck trailing soft kisses down neck. My toes curled with pleasure, and I twisted my hands in his hair, pulling gently.

This seemed to spur him on, he found a particular spot on my neck and my breath hitched. I could feel him smiling against my skin, and then he was nipping and sucking. I gasped and bit down on my lower lip to keep from crying out. I could tell that this satisfied him because his hands started to trail even further up my back under my blouse. I sighed at his touch and arched my body closer to him.

I surprised myself with sudden boldness as I moved to push his cloak off his shoulders. He let it fall to the ground with a soft thud. I wanted to keep going before I lost my nerve, so I reach for the bottom of his jumper and meet his eyes with a question. How far were we going to take this? How long was this spelling going to last? He met my eyes with confidence, and smiled slyly, pulling the jumper over his head and carelessly discarding it to the ground.

He pulled out his wand, and I raised my eyebrows questioningly. He jabbed it towards the entrance to the room and I heard the distinct click of the door locking.

I opened my mouth to ask him when he had learned nonverbal spell casting, but before I could get a word out his mouth was on mine again. The questioned died in my throat, unasked, forgotten and ignored. It seemed we were determined to ignore a lot of things today.

He pushed my cloak off my shoulders then grabbed the bottom of my jumper. He pulled it over my head easily and tossed it aside, crashing his lips onto mine again the moment the fabric was out of the way.

I'd never felt like this before, my body was alive. Every sense heightened. Harry's touches were sending shivers of pleasure through my body and I ached for more. My mind was blank and I was alive with need and lust. I could barely think straight. I was moving instinctively. I needed to feel him.

I felt his hands reach to undo the buttons of my shirt and I urgently reach to his to do the same. Our hands were clumsy and inexperienced, but it didn't matter. This was inevitable now, and all I could think about what how I wanted to feel his skin against mine.

I finally unhooked the final button on Harry's shirt and reach to touch his toned chest. Slim and fit, a perfect seekers build. But before I could touch him he was pulling my shirt off my shoulders. Leaving me sitting in front of him on a classroom desk, clad in only my bra, school skirt and underwear.

My cheeks flushed a deep red. I never expected to be in this position with Harry. It's not like I had no experience. But this was certainly the most spontaneous thing I'd ever done. I couldn't block out the thoughts that screamed at me. Questioning if his didn't like what he saw.

One look into his eyes, silence my mind. As his eyes traced my body, I could see the desire burning in them. And something else too, something gentle, something warm and kind.

The hope that this might means something for us swelled up again, and I warned myself not to go down that road. 'Live in the moment for once, Hermione,' I scolded myself.

I left myself run my hands all over his toned chest and felt powerful when I heard him let out a soft sigh. I brazenly reached up to kiss his neck, and began leaving trails of nips and kisses there. I felt his breathing quicken, and he tensed as I kiss the crook right under his ear. I was pleased with myself when I heard a low moan escape his lips. He was enjoying this too. I continued to tease his most sensitive areas with bites and kiss and his moans were growing urgent. His hands we tracing all over my body and I could barely contain the sounds that were falling out of my lips. The longer he was touching me the harder it became to stifle my moans. In a brief moment of rational through I broke away from him, he looked at me, worried and perplexed. I met him with a sly smile of my own, reaching across the desk for my own wand.

"Muffliato." I murmured. There was a soft buzz indicating the charm was active. Harry looked at me with a smirk. No need to be quiet now.

He moved in closer to me. Before I had a chance to realize what he was doing I felt his hands sliding up my thighs under my skirt, sending shivers of pleasure through my whole body. I was aching with need. My hands found the waist band of his trousers and pulled him in closer. A loud groan escaped my lips as he hooked his fingers around my panties and pulled them down my legs. He slipped them off my ankles and let them drop to the floor. His hands retuned to their place under my skirt, and I moaned again. He meet my eyes lustily. He could felt how ready I was for him. I could barely keep my composure as he teased me with his fingers, my hands running wild over his body as he sent me closer and closer to the edge. I needed him now.

Impatient, I grabbed the waistband of his trousers and pulled him into me. I could feel how hard he already was through them. My hand traced the out line of him painstakingly slowly, and he whimpered under my touch. I undid his trousers and pushed them down his thighs, I could see him pushing against his boxers. He was ready for me too.

I slipped my hand inside his boxers suddenly and clutched him. He bucked at the sudden touch and a loud moan escaped his lips. I felt so powerful being able to coach those sounds out of him as I stroked him. It was music to my ears.

He roughly pulled his boxers down and moved closer me. Grabbing my thighs and pulling me closer to the edge of the desk. He position himself at my entrance and started to tease me. Rubbing me with his desire as I whimpered loudly, desperate to feel him. My hands clutched his hips and urged him forward. With one swift thrust he filled me and I cried out in pleasure. My whole body was alive with lust and a felt my hands digging into his back. I locked my legs around his waist and pulled him in even deeper and we both let out moans of ecstasy.

I could hear him panting in my ear as he pushed in and out of me. Each thrust more urgent than the last. His hands clamped on my hips and mine clasped around his neck, my head falling back in pure pleasure. A chorus of moans and whimpers escaped my lips. With the charm in place I have no qualms about expressing myself fully… and it seemed that Harry didn't either.

I could feel my climax building as he thrust into me over and over. He was making sure to rub against my most sensitive bud with each deliberate movement, and I could felt the heat and tension building as my muscles started to spasm and contract. My hands were digging into Harry's shoulders so hard I was sure it must be painful, but it just seemed to arouse him even more. I begged him for more, to go harder and faster, and he willing obliged. And suddenly I felt myself contracting and as pulsating heat spread out from my centre causing my whole body to contract with ecstasy. I cried out loudly and clutched Harry's shoulders for support and he held me as I rode the high of my orgasm. It had never felt like this before, but of course I'd never been with Harry before.

Just as I was starting to come down from my wave of bliss, I felt Harry start to unravel, and bucked my hips towards him forcing him in deeper. He wrap his arms around me like a vice as I felt him release into me. Moaning and shuttering, I held him as the wave of his pleasure subsided.

We held each other as our bliss slowly ebed away, panting in a tangle of limbs and half clothed bodies. The need had been so strong we hadn't even completely undressed before we'd ravished each other. I could feel him breathing hard into my neck as he stroked my hair gently, and I ran my hands slowly up and down his back.

We pulled apart slowly, sweaty and exhausted. And I was filled with sudden worry. It was over. The magic was probably broken, and that would be that. This would be the rebound shag that he'd needed before moving on with someone else. Someone who he truly wanted.

I slowly looked up to meet those emerald eyes and found them watching me intently. They were pensive and kind. Not what I'd expected to see after our impulsive actions. He slowly reach up to cup my cheek with his hand, brushing it gently with his fingers. And then a wide grin broke out on his face, and he looked so free. His hair was a mess and he was dishevelled and half dressed after our actions, but his eyes seemed at me with … adoration.

I couldn't help but smile back at him, as blood rushed to my cheeks as I thought about what we'd just done. He leaned towards me slowly, deliberately. Until his lips were inches from mine.

"Hermione…" He said my name with purpose. He said my name like it was the answer.

Like I was the answer.

And the he was kissing me, not the lust fuelled kisses from before, this kiss was soft and romantic. This was meaningful to him, I was meaningful. And in this moment, I had never been happier to be wrong.

Haven't written fan fiction in over 11 years and of course I'm back at it with some blatant Harmony smut. There's never too much of this right? Hope it was a good read for ya!