A/N: Just a quick warning for this chapter. Smut Alert! Thanks again to TyrannicPuppy and Untold Harmony for being my beta's! 3

He was too early, he knew. He told Hermione he would pick her up at half-past six but he was already dressed and ready to go by half-past five. He was too wired, excited, and nervous to wait in his house for the time to pass so he apparated to Diagon Alley and went to a shop owned by one of his closest friends.

Neville Longbottom was busy tending to some of the plants on display when the chime by the door sounded and Harry entered the shop. The Green Room was what kept Neville preoccupied while Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was on break during the summer season, where he had been the Herbology professor for the past two years after finishing his mastery.

"Harry!" Neville exclaimed in surprise as he looked up to see who came into the shop.

"Hey, Neville!" He smiled at his friend and gave him a brief hug as he approached him.

"What are you doing here?" Neville inquired after they ended the hug.

"Uh, actually I just needed to stretch my legs, you know?" Harry said, his hand reached up to rub the back of his neck.

Neville looked at his friend closely. "You're nervous about something," he observed.

Harry sighed and nodded. He walked towards the counter and sat on the high chair in front of it. Neville simply waited for his friend to gather his thoughts and speak.

"I just…" Harry began. "I have a date with Hermione in an hour. I have everything planned and made sure things will go off without a hitch."

Neville nodded. He knew Harry wasn't much of a planner. He was more of a let's-play-it-by-ear-and-wing-it kind of guy so for him to plan a date to a T was something new to Neville.

"And you're nervous because?"

Harry sighed again. "I want everything to be perfect. Hermione deserves nothing less. I..." He looked up at him and Neville was surprised by the emotions in his friend's emerald eyes. "I've never felt this way about any woman before."

Neville had met Hermione Granger before Harry had even met her. The Magic Touch had gotten him as their go-to supplier for flowers and plants when their events would require them. He had developed a good working relationship with Margarethe and Hermione, and he enjoyed an easy friendship with both women. When Harry found out about his connection with Hermione, he was a little put-out and Neville simply laughed at him. Harry had spoken to their circle of friends about the woman he had met over a month ago at the Puddlemere United Quidditch Stadium. He told them how the said woman had rejected his invitation to dinner twice and how he and the woman's best friend had tricked her into having dinner with him. And finally, getting the woman's consent to going out with him again. Neville had to admit, he had never seen his friend act this way over anybody before. Certainly, Harry wasn't one of those suave men like Draco Malfoy who seemed to have graduated magna cum laude at the School of Flirting and Smooth Talking, but he wasn't hopeless, either. He had had girlfriends and the occasional fling over the years but he knew his friend had never been in love with any of them. Maybe Hermione Granger would be the one to finally capture his friend's heart.

He nodded at his friend before walking towards the collection of flowers on the other side of the shop. "You'll be fine, Harry," he said as he grabbed a couple of red and pink camellias, red and white carnations, coral roses, orchids, yellow tulips, and ferns. He then stood behind the counter and began arranging the flowers he had taken. "Hermione isn't like one of those fussy women you would usually go out with."

"She really isn't. It's the first time I feel like I don't have to worry about being myself," Harry replied as he watched what his friend was doing. "That's not to say I'm not going to do my best to impress her." Neville preferred to do his arrangements manually rather than magically, and they usually turn out quite remarkable. Once he was done, he gave the bouquet of assorted flowers to his friend and smiled.

"Then you shouldn't worry too much. If what you say about Hermione is true, then all you need to do is relax and let the night play out by itself."

Harry nodded; his friend's advice was simple yet sound. He was still a little nervous but he felt a little better. He looked at the bouquet Neville had created and knowing his friend, the flowers meant something. He looked at his watch to check the time and saw he had a little less than a quarter of an hour before he had to pick up Hermione. He decided to ask Neville about the meaning of the flowers some other time, blew out a breath and stood up.

Harry scooped up some galleons from his pocket but Neville shook his head. "Just tell her where you got them after she tells you how much she loved them. She'll know." Harry laughed and nodded. Neville went around the counter and walked with Harry towards the door of the shop. He clapped his friend on the shoulder as Harry opened the door and gave him a smile. "Stop worrying, alright? You don't have to be anyone other than yourself ."

Harry nodded and clapped Neville's shoulder in farewell. He stepped out of the shop and took a deep breath. The weather was just right, not too hot, even if it was summer. He realized his talk with Neville had helped keep him from panicking. It would not do for him or Hermione if they started the night with him in a panic attack. He chuckled while heading towards the apparition point, wondering what was going on with him. Never had a woman affected him in such a way. Thoughts of her had consumed him these past weeks when he wasn't in practice, even if he'd only been in her presence for a total of four times. After the surprise dinner and mind-blowing kiss after, they had been calling and texting each other everyday. Invigorated by the thought of finally seeing her again, he stepped onto the apparition point in haste. Destination and Hermione's beautiful face in his mind, he spun on the spot and vanished with just a tiny pop.

It took him no time to walk from the apparition point he appeared at, to the front door of Hermione's flat. He did a cursory check of his appearance and made sure that his muggle suit wasn't rumpled or wrinkled. e checked his breath and swept a hand through his hair (he knew it didn't do anything to fix his hair at all since it had a mind of its own) before pressing the doorbell beside the door.

He heard movement from within the flat and his nerves threatened to surface but he did his best to push them down. There were footsteps approaching the door causing him to stand up a little straighter and took a deep breath. The door opened and a familiar blonde woman greeted him with a smile.

"Harry!"

Harry returned her smile. "Hello, Margarethe."

She gave him a sly smile. "Beautiful flowers you got there. Well, come in! Hermione will be down in a bit." She gestured for him to enter.

"Thank you," he said as he stepped over the threshold. He took a few steps into the flat and observed his surroundings as Margarethe closed the door. He was immediately hit with the feeling of home and warmth. The space looked entirely lived in and cosy. Warm colours with sporadic splashes of bright colours were found around the flat. The ground floor had an open floor layout. Immediately to his right was a sitting room with comfortable yet mismatched settees and armchairs were placed in front of a fireplace. On the other side of the sitting area could probably be considered as an office/work area. A heavy mahogany desk was placed in front of a floor-ceiling window, with a clear view of the city skyline. Shelves lined the walls, with a television and entertainment system nestled in a gap in the middle of one shelf. From beside the fireplace to the dining room, a six-seater wooden dining table could be found in the middle with low-hanging lights. Across the dining area was a modern-looking kitchen and a wooden counter with bar stools separating it from the sitting area. On his left was a set of stairs leading to the second floor where he guessed the bedrooms would be.

"Have a seat while I call for Hermione." Margarethe said. She directed him towards the sitting area as she headed for the stairs. He was about to take a seat when Margarethe's loud voice made him jump a little. He hoped she didn't notice..

"Hermione! Harry's here!"

She gave him another sly smile before heading towards the kitchen behind him. He decided to peruse the books on the shelves as he waited for Hermione to come down.

"Want anything to drink?" Margarethe asked as she busied herself in the kitchen.

"No, thank you," he replied. Before he could say more, he heard footsteps on their way down. As he turned towards the stairs, he felt all of his breath leave his body and all the blood came rushing downwards to his crotch. Hermione stood at the last step of the stairs, looking at him with a shy smile. He lost his awareness of everything around him except for the gorgeous woman across the room. Harry belatedly realized that his feet had begun moving before he even made the conscious decision to approach her. She was wearing a simple black dress which hugged all of her wonderful curves. On her feet were the sexiest pair of strappy sandals he had ever seen (or maybe it was she who made them sexy). Her hair was up but a few tendrils made their way down on the sides of her face and neck. Her face had the barest hint of makeup (just the way he liked it) but only served to highlight her natural beauty.

"Hi," she finally spoke, her voice husky and just barely above a whisper.

It took him awhile to realize she had spoken. "You are absolutely stunning."

Hermione's cheeks reddened at his compliment and looked down. It amazed him every time that this wonderful woman did not realize how beautiful she was. He reached out his hand to her, his heart swelling as she took it without hesitating and got down from the last step of the stairs. He saw her eyes move down and realized he was still holding the bouquet. Her hand still in his, he brought it up to his lips and kissed the back of her hand then gave her the flowers. Hermione's eyes brightened as she studied the assortment of flowers and smelled their scent.

"These are beautiful, Harry. Thank you," she said softly, her eyes still on the flowers.

Harry shrugged, a roguish smile on his face. "You're welcome. I got them from The Green Room."

Hermione's eyes flew to his, a delighted smile on her lips. "You know Neville?"

"He's one of my best mates from school."

A clap from behind Harry burst their little bubble. "Alright! Enough mooning over each other. I'll just take these." Margarethe took the flowers from Hermione's hands and began pushing the couple towards the front door. "Better get a move on or you'll be late!"

Harry surfaced from his daze and remembered that they, indeed, had a reservation at 7 o'clock and would be late if they lingered there any longer.

Margarethe handed Hermione her shawl and a small handbag. "Have fun tonight, alright?" She was giving her friend what Harry thought was a meaningful look but did not know what it meant.

Hermione nodded and gave her friend's arm a squeeze. "Thank you," she said to Margarethe.

"Oh, posh! Go!" Margarethe proceeded to push them out of the door, which Harry had opened while the two friends had their moment. "Do take care of my girl, Harry. And please, please don't come home early!"

All three of them shared a laugh before Harry turned towards the woman in front of him and offered his arm to her. "Shall we?"

She gave him another disarming smile that threatened to weaken his knees. "We shall."

"Where are we going?" Hermione asked him as an expression of curiosity filled her face. Harry had no doubt she had tried to keep herself from asking outright where they were going the moment Margarethe closed the front door of her flat.

He simply gave her a fond smile. "It wouldn't be much of a surprise if I told you, right?"

"Oh, but the suspense is killing me."

He laughed. "I'm sure. But I believe you will appreciate it once you see it."

"Alright. I do love surprises."

"I know." He fished out a short rope from the inner pocket of his jacket, her hand remained resting on his bent arm. "Hold this."

"A portkey?" she inquired.

"It is. We will have to portkey to the location. This will activate the moment you touch it."

Hermione nodded and touched her finger on the rope. There was a swirl of colours one second then they appeared in the centre of a small room that looked like a modern antechamber. There was a pair of chairs that faced each other, with a small table between them, at the back of the room. A table with refreshments was positioned on the wall perpendicular to the chairs and a pair of wooden doors stood across them. Their observation of the room was cut short when one of the doors opened and a woman entered.

"Just in time, Monsieur Potter and Madame Granger! Bienvenue!" the woman said. "Je suis Maria. I shall be your attendant for tonight. This way, please." Maria opened the door and they could hear the collective noise of the restaurant.

"Thank you, Maria." Harry led the way out of the room as he followed the attendant, Hermione's hand held tight in his. He heard her gasp the moment they emerged from the room and moved into the main floor of the restaurant. The restaurant was mostly surrounded by glass, with an unobstructed view of the lighted Eiffel Tower. The roof of the restaurant was made of glass, as well, with dark metal beams criss crossing along the ceiling. The light around the restaurant was set low and candles on each table were lit giving the restaurant a more intimate atmosphere.

"Oh, Harry!" Her voice was breathless. A shiver ran down his spine upon hearing it, causing him to look at her. "This is Les Ombres! You brought me to Paris!"

He gave her a soft smile. "Didn't you say how much you've missed Paris?"

The smile she gave him told him their night was off to a good start.

Maria led them to a table outside the main restaurant beside one of the glass walls that had the perfect view of the Eiffel Tower. They arrived just in time for the sunset and after the tower lights were turned on. Harry directed Hermione to sit on the chair directly across the Eiffel Tower and he took a seat on her right.

"Monsieur Potter had already pre-selected your wine for tonight. Here is the menu for our five-course meal." Maria handed each of them a menu that was different from the usual menu they gave their diners. "I shall fetch your wine and will be back for your choices, oui?"

Hermione turned to the woman with a smile, "Oui, merci Maria. Nous serons prêts avec nos choix d'ici là." (We will be ready with our choices by then.)

Maria's eyes lit up with delight when she realized Hermione could speak French. "Oh, ne t'en fais pas, Mademoiselle! Take your time, there is no rush." She gave them another smile before turning back towards the main restaurant.

Hearing Hermione speak French definitely did something to Harry's insides. Everyone thought that the language and accent were sexy, but hearing it from Hermione, it was downright lethal. She turned to him, probably to say something, but paused when she saw him staring at her.

"Harry, is something wrong?"

He was shaken out of his thoughts upon realizing she was talking to him. "Pardon?"

Her eyes held worry as she asked him again if something was wrong. Wrong?! How could she think something was wrong when being with her, here and every time he was with her, felt completely and utterly right? He took her hand which was resting on the table and brought it to his lips as he had done earlier in her flat.

"Everything is perfect."

And it was. They had given Maria their choices once she had returned with their wine, which was similar to the one they had at Les Envies in London weeks ago. Their food arrived not too long after and both enjoyed their scrumptious meal. Conversation flowed flawlessly between them. They spoke about what had kept them busy in the time between the last time they saw one other and the present day, even if they had spoken on their mobile almost everyday. Once their meal was finished and their wine was consumed, Hermione was having a conversation with Maria in full French. Harry was not fluent but he knew enough words and phrases to understand the context of the topic. He let her voice wash over him as he watched the twinkling lights of the Eiffel Tower. A soft touch on his hand had his attention diverted to his companion.

"I'm so sorry. I hadn't been back here in two years and I found I miss conversing in French. Although Margarethe and I sometimes speak it, we've grown accustomed to talking in English since moving to London," she said, her expression and tone apologetic.

"There's nothing to apologize for. I love hearing you speak the language." He paused and took a sip of water. "I'm quite impressed with how you can switch to either language and keep the accent flawlessly."

"My parents were British, you see. So even after moving here, we mostly spoke in English. I only ever spoke French when in Beauxbatons."

It was the first time she'd spoken of her parents since he met her. It piqued his curiosity but he decided not to question her about them just yet. There was a sadness in her voice that he detected when she had mentioned her parents, as casual as she tried to sound. She sighed and looked at the Eiffel Tower. "It truly is beautiful, isn't it?" The lights of the tower shone on her face, illuminating her features.

He never took his eyes away from her as he answered, "It's the most beautiful sight I have ever seen."

She looked at him and she must have understood what he actually meant since a blush appeared on her cheeks. "Flattery will get you nowhere, Mr. Potter." There was mischief in her eyes that cause heat to go through his body. He cleared his throat in an attempt to calm himself.

"Would you like to walk around before heading home?"

She nodded. "I'd love to."

They had returned to Hermione's flat building via the same portkey they had used to go to Paris. They appeared in front of her door, thankfully with no witnesses to their arrival around. They had walked towards the Eiffel Tower and spent some time there. They took photos of each other and together in front of the tower, and simply enjoyed each other's company. Now, they're back in London and it seemed their perfect night was coming to an end.

Hermione turned towards Harry and gave him a soft smile. "Thank you for such a wonderful night, Harry. Even living in Paris, I have never had a night like this before. So, thank you."

Harry took a step closer to her and cupped her face with his hands. "You deserve it and more. You don't have to thank me. I wanted to do it for you. I hope you'll let me do it again."

"You don't have to spend a crazy amount of money-which I'm sure this date did-just to take me out again, Harry."

"I know I don't have to, but I want to," he said.

She shook her head in refusal.

"Hey," he whispered and she looked up at him again. "Don't think about it, okay? Just enjoy it."

She sighed. "You are quite stubborn."

He laughed and gave her lips a quick peck. "I am. But so are you." He let go of her face and took a step backwards. "Tonight was amazing. And have I told you how beautiful you are tonight?"

Hermione rolled her eyes but there was a smile on her lips. "I've lost count already." She turned towards her door. She already opened the door when she paused in her movements and turned towards him. Harry tilted his head to the side, a question in his gaze.

"Would you…" she began, her cheeks reddening, "Would you like to, uh, to come in?"

Harry's breath was caught in his lungs. Did she…?

"I would love to," he answered.

She nodded then proceeded to enter the flat. She opened the door wider to let him in, which he did not hesitate to do lest she changed her mind at the last minute. She walked past him after she closed the door and headed to the kitchen.

"Please make yourself comfortable." She pointed to the sitting area. "Would you like something to drink?"

"Tea would do just fine."

"Alright." She set on making their tea. There was a certain tension in the air the moment they entered the flat. Maybe because it was the first time that they were finally together alone. Sure, they had moments alone with just the two of them but there had always been the idea of someone intruding. But this time, it was just them, completely alone. He had no expectations on how this night would end. Maybe it would just be a repeat of that wonderful snog they shared before.

Hermione arrived with a tray floating behind her and she set it down on the coffee table in front of the settee he was sitting on. He watched her as she poured two cups of tea. She placed one cup in front of him and they made their tea the way they each preferred. Once done, Harry sat back as Hermione raised her wand and lit the fireplace. Putting down her wand on the coffee table, she took off her shoes, tucked her feet under her bum and settled comfortably at the end of the settee, facing him.

"You know," she began after taking a sip of her tea, "I have never invited a man into my flat after a date before."

"Why is that?"

She gave him a half-shrug before turning her stare towards the fire. "I… I'm not entirely sure. This is my safe space," she looked around the room then returned her gaze on him. "I guess, I never felt safe enough with my other dates to let them in my home."

"And me?"

"I don't know what it is about you but from the moment I met you, I have always felt safe in your presence."

"Of course, I would never do anything to hurt you," he responded without hesitating. To know that she trusted him enough to let him into her sanctuary and that she felt safe with him elated him.

"I know. Thank you, Harry," she said, her voice soft.

The light from the fireplace danced across her features and he was overcome with the all-consuming need to kiss her. He took her half-finished tea from her hands and put it on the table beside his cup. He reached up and cupped one of her cheeks, his heart hammered in his chest when she leaned into his touch. "I desperately want to kiss you."

She was looking at him straight in the eyes when she whispered, "Yes, please."

He didn't need to be told twice. Those two words, which she first spoke to him weeks ago, now had a completely different meaning to him. He used the hand on her cheek to guide her to him as he met her halfway for the most passionate kiss he had ever experienced in his life. His free arm wrapped around her waist pulling her closer to him. His tongue teased the seam of her lips and she parted them to give him access. Their tongues battled for dominance and the noises she was making shot straight to his hardening cock. His need to kiss her more was great but the need for air was greater. He reluctantly pulled away from her and opened his eyes to look at her. Her lips were apart and swollen from the intensity of the kiss. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was heavy just like his own. Slowly she opened her eyes and the passion and lust he saw there only served to fuel his own. Her next words, he had no other explanation for it, simply made him lose his mind.

"I want you."

He didn't need to ask her if she was sure. If there was one thing he knew about Hermione, she never did anything half-baked.

"Here?" He asked in a whisper. She shook her head.

"Bedroom," was all she said before standing up and pulling him towards the staircase. Before she even took a step on the first step, he pulled her back to him and kissed her again. He grabbed the back of her legs and lifted her up. She wrapped her shapely legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. He began his trek up the stairs and nearly stumbled twice but he was able to regain his footing. She giggled both times but only resumed kissing him.

Once they reached the landing of the second floor, he pulled away just a tiny bit from her. "Where to?"

She was busy kissing every patch of his skin she could reach. "Second door, on the right." She punctuated each word with a kiss on him. He hurriedly made his way to the door she indicated and opened it. Harry kicked it closed with his foot then leaned Hermione's back against the door as he began kissing down her neck. All night he had been tempted by how soft and sexy her neck had looked. He placed open kisses up and down her neck, sucking and biting at some places. He would probably leave a few marks but he didn't care at the moment. His hands moved from beneath her thighs to her arse and squeezed them, causing her legs to tighten around him. His trousers were so tight now from his hardening cock and the warmth coming from between her legs was just making him harder.

"You're wearing too many clothes," Hermione whispered in his ear, causing him to shiver.

"We can't have that now, can we?" He slowly put her down, her body sliding deliciously against his. He took his muggle coat off as she began unbuttoning his shirt. Her nimble fingers finished with the buttons in no time and pushed the clothing off his shoulders. As he was unbuttoning the cuffs, she started working on his trousers. The back of her fingers brushed against his erection causing him to groan.

"These look unbearably tight, Harry," she teased.

"That would be your fault, witch," he growled.

"Well, let me make it up to you, then." She lowered the zipper of his trousers and let it fall to the floor. He removed his shoes as she knelt in front of him and helped him take off his socks. Harry stood there with just his black boxer briefs on and there, in front of him, was this gorgeous woman on her knees, in a sinful black dress, looking up at him with undisguised lust. This was beyond any fantasy he'd ever had. She reached up, hooked her fingers at the sides of his underwear and slowly brought them down. His raging erection sprang free from the cage it was in and he almost sighed in relief before her warm mouth wrapped around the head of his cock.

"Gods, Hermione!" He moaned as she began moving up and down his length. One of her hands grabbed the base of his cock while the other played with his balls. His hips started moving with her bobbing head, both making noises of pleasure. It felt so good, too good, that he was in danger of finishing before they had really even begun. He tugged at her head gently, trying to tell her to stop, but she kept going.

"Hermione, baby," Harry finally spoke, trying to get her attention even as his voice filled with the pleasure he was feeling. "Baby, you need to stop or I'm going to come."

She released his cock from her mouth and stared up at him. She was about to ask when he rushed to explain. "It felt so good, Hermione. I swear. Someday, I want to come in your mouth but right now I want to come inside you more."

Her eyes fluttered as she flushed at his words. He grabbed her hands and led her to the end of the bed. "Turn around," he told her.

Hermione did as he said and turned her back to him. He kissed her shoulders from one end to another then he kissed her neck again as he pulled the zipper of her dress down to her lower back. The dress slipped off her body and pooled on the floor. He held her arms and turned her again, his breath quickly leaving him as he gazed at her body. His staring must have made her self-conscious because Hermione lifted her arms to cover her naked breasts and stomach. He caught her arms and shook his head. "Don't."

"You're staring," she whispered.

"Of course, I'm staring. You have no idea how delicious your body is." And it was. Her breasts were plump and would fill his hands perfectly, her waist was trim even if her stomach was a bit rounded. She had a pair of hips only a mother would have but it just added to her allure. And her legs! He had noticed her legs that first meeting and they were one of his favourite parts of her.

She blushed demurely at his words, it didn't even matter that she'd just had his cock in her mouth mere minutes ago. This woman was a study of contradiction and it only served to excite him more. He pulled her body flush to his and ravaged her mouth. He gently pushed her to lie on the bed. She pulled away from their kiss so she could move to the head of the bed. He crawled towards her, a predatory look in his eyes. When he covered her body with his and her breasts brushed against his chest, he felt her shiver.

"Cold?"

"Not with you here." She gave him a sultry smile that he had never seen before. He gave her a lingering kiss before moving down her body, kissing and licking every inch of skin he could see and reach. Putting one hardened nipple in his mouth, he tongued and sucked it as his fingers played with the other. Hermione arched her back at the sensations that ran through her when he lightly bit the bud in his mouth. He then switched to the other breast to give it equal attention. The hand that wasn't busy with her breasts trailed down to the apex of her thighs, slowly rubbing in circles. He could feel her wetness through her knickers and he couldn't wait to feel that wetness surround his aching cock. With a last lick on her nipple, he moved down her body, showering her with more open-mouthed kisses. Upon reaching her hips, he looked back at her and saw her looking at him with hooded eyes. When she gave him a nod, giving him permission, he pulled her lacy black knickers down her legs. He bunched up the fabric in his hand, placed it on his nose and inhaled her arousal.

"Mm. You smell divine."

Before she could even come up with a retort, he threw the knickers to the side, parted her silky skined legs, and thrust into her to the hilt. Both let out a moan of pleasure. He leaned forward, his weight supported by his bent arms placed either side of her head, and kissed her softly.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"Just give me a moment to get used to you. It's been… a while since the last time-"

Harry closed his eyes, feeling guilty for causing her even just a bit of pain. "I'm so-"

"Hey, you didn't hurt me." Her hand cupped his cheek, making him open his eyes to look at her. There was a naughty glint in her eyes. "You're just too big, is all."

He chuckled. "And you're unbelievably tight." He moved his hips experimentally. Hermione moaned, so he began slowly thrusting in and out of her.

"Faster, Harry. Please." Of course, he would not, could not, deny her. He moved his hips faster and she was making the most erotic sounds, and he fucked her harder. She was so wet, so tight, and he just wanted to keep fucking her for the rest of his life. Their combined moans and groans, along with the sound of slapping skin was too much for Harry. Hermione's nails were digging into his back and her inner walls were rippling around his cock told him that she was close. He reached between them and pressed on that pleasure button hidden in her folds. With just one swipe on her clit, Hermione exploded. The way she looked when she orgasmed was too much for Harry so he followed her over the edge, emptying himself deep inside her.

They remained unmoving on the bed, still trying to catch their breath. Harry realized he must be crushing Hermione with his weight so he moved to her side. Not wanting to separate from her for too long, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her towards him. He laid on his side facing her, one arm under her head while the other was wrapped around her waist.

Feeling that his heartbeat had returned almost to normal, he looked down at Hermione who raised her head to face him. A lazy grin appeared on his face which she returned. "That was… I don't even know how to describe it."

"It was amazing, Harry," she replied as she fought back a yawn. It was late and they had an eventful night.

"Sleep now, baby."

"Hm-hmm. " She burrowed her face on his neck and fell asleep almost instantly. When Harry felt her even breathing, he summoned the blankets wandlessly and covered their naked bodies. He gave her another kiss on the top of her head.

"Goodnight, Hermione."