Understanding

by Ydream08

Chapter 7

She loves Ron, whispered a treacherous voice in Harry's head. She cried in fourth year because Ron didn't ask her to the ball. The sight of Ron made her blush, countless times. Your kisses meant nothing to her- nothing but a distraction when she couldn't reach Ron. She imagined him when she kissed you. Even if you can give her a family like Ron can, she will still choose him.

Harry clutched at the locket, warring within him to whether actually rip it from his neck and toss it across the tent. Since Ron has left and Hermione's deliberate dismissal of him never changed, his insecurities the horcrux loved to exploit had changed from being an orphan to his worry that he would never become a family with the one he loved. Hermione Jean Potter. That was the name of his dreams.

Hermione Granger has always been in love with Ron Weasley.

Shit- the scream that tore through his lungs was not as powerful as his swing. The wretched locket wouldn't break he knew. Even with the shattering thud it clashed with the mirror. Why had they a mirror in the tent anyway?

"Harry, I heard something- is everything alright?" Hermione appeared at the entrance. She had scrunched her face like she always did when in confusion and assessment both. Harry forced a deep exhalation.

"It's nothing," he started. For a moment he mistook her worry to disbelief. Of course Hermione was worried about him. It was not everyday that he thrashed a mirror and threw something out of spite. "Sorry. It just happened."

"Harry?"

Harry couldn't answer the way she would want. Would she want to hear that he was desperately in love with her still? That he wanted to have her, kiss her, love her even more than he used to? Do it openly? The fool that he was now, he would risk everything to hold her hand even.

That, he shouldn't feel. Fuck this, but Harry had withdrawn from Ginny in the first place because he had seen this coming. There was war. He would die, most probably. What could Harry possibly promise to Hermione?

Nothing.

So, Harry chose the familiar frustration all of them held close to their heart. "I hate doing nothing. We don't have the sword, we don't know any other Horcruxes let alone locating them... It's only us now."

"I know," she whispered to which Harry hushed in an instant. He averted his eyes and sat back to his bunker.

"Hermione, I…" He had an idea, truth be told. "I thought...maybe we can go the Godric's Hollow? My parents' house?"

He felt her objection. "It's where everything's started, you know. There has to be something there. Hermione, I'm sure it will help us."

Harry had done his best to ignore her while she drew herself closer, but he could not hide his shock when she sat next to him, knees touching.

"Are you sure, Harry?" she asked, anxiety wretched all over her face. Her lips trembled, "He knows you'll go there- it can be a trap."

It was hard to concentrate when Hermione was this close to him. She took his hand to squeeze it, likely aware his attention was elsewhere. Specifically, at her pretty face, legs close to his and overall warmth of her proximity. "Are you sure, Harry?"

It felt right to reply with capturing her lips. As she protested against his lips, Harry persisted for a second chance. He cupped her cheek and didn't let go.

Harry knew Hermione caved in when he licked her lower lip for entrance. After that, it was her hands clutching his hair, her tongue dominating his, her legs that were swung at the sides of his hips.

While she straddled him, Harry contently caressed her sides till his hands found her bottom to steady her. It was a vain idea, as Hermione pushed him further as she grinded against him, eventually causing him to fall back to the bunker.

Her curls falling all around his face, Harry felt her warm breath on his face as they gave a break. "I didn't mean- Harry, what is this?"

Harry rose to meet her lips and her wet tongue was so sweet against his that he didn't care. Both knew Godric's Hollow was a trap. Both knew they were good as dead. Both knew that this night could -would- be their last.

Harry could promise Hermione the rest of his life.

Regardless of how short of a promise that would be, regardless of how much his death would make Hermione cry, in that moment Harry James Potter chose to be selfish.

"Have me if you still want me," Harry whispered to her lips. "Please, Hermione, all I want is you."

That won him the most passionate kiss he has ever experienced. His skin was set afire as her wandering hands dipped inside his jumper, trailed the lines of his abdomen, teased the hair that grew thicker by the destination of…

Harry hissed at her cold hand that suddenly wrapped around his cock. Outside must have been freezing, but that thought only urged him to make Hermione hot till she melted against him.

With that thought in mind, he retracted her hand after a few strokes and helped Hermione out of her own jumper.

Harry had half-risen on the bunker so that he too shed his top, but next when he hugged Hermione completely to mold her to his hard chest, he flipped them over.

Now, above her, Harry dove to the crook of her neck as he licked her warm skin and tasted her with small kisses. His hands were free to unbuckle Hermione's trousers, so he did exactly that.

"Harry, thissss…" Hermione's hiss made him shudder in equal measure to her own reflex because his constant kisses that went down and down and down till his hot breath was now on her knickers.

"Yes, you'll- oh, yes, please, Harry," Hermione made no sense but Harry was content at hearing her. She was already wet for him and Harry didn't know what else he would have wanted.

Shit, she was so wet that he could make out her swollen clit.

And in a daring move, Harry licked her knickers from bottom to up and captured the swollen bud through the fabric. It had no taste whatsoever, just a bit salty if he must, but the sharp gasp from Hermione meant all the more for him.

"So wet for me," Harry commented as he moved away the soaked fabric to smell her arousal. This time Harry licked her exposed flesh. "I love it when you want me so much."

Honestly, his engorged cock was partially out of his pants with how the button was already undone, and his member throbbed painfully. He forced not to mind the confining placement of his trousers because Harry was set to make Hermione cum in his mouth.

He entered her first with a single digit, but as impatient as he was, it turned into two, and then Harry was pumping his fingers in rhythm as he sucked at her clit. Switching his tongue for his thumb, Harry rubbed her while he put slobbery kisses to her lower abdomen and thighs, anywhere he could reach.

Hermione's cries and encouragements were honey to his ears, as well as her hands holding him to her crotch. Those insistent hands were the reason he was back to her sex and now his tongue dipped and explored the inside instead of his fingers. Well, he could tease her arse hole with those free fingers now.

"Harry!" she shouted when she came to his mouth. Harry made a show of licking her juices that spread to the sides of his mouth, and it aroused him that Hermione watched him in fascination.

Not missing a beat, as Hermione laid in the bliss of her orgasm, Harry did a quick work of getting rid of his trousers and boxers. This was better, he could fuck her properly.

Bringing Hermione's hips towards him, Harry rubbed his erection to her parted lower lips, making his member slick.

"Hermione," he dipped to get a kiss from her. It was tingling to feel her tongue playfully dance with his while she contently wrapped her arms around him. "Hermione, love, I want to be inside of you?"

Harry winced at how awkward that question sounded but he didn't ponder over it as, both breathless, Hermione kissed him again. "I'll have you, Harry Potter. So, yes, please. Don't make me wait."

With that he thrusted into her, her tight walls accommodating him and wrapping him like a glove. It felt heaven to be inside her. It felt even better when he moved.

It was the noise of their skin slapping against each other and their combined grunts, moans and voices that followed the pace of their love making that filled his ears. Harry couldn't remember any other time that he was more aroused.

His cock buried in her, her legs and arms wrapped around his body and her nipples brushing against his chest… Oh, Harry would make sure he remembered this.

If tomorrow morning came and Hermione decided to ignore him again, or much later when he died and Hermione cursed him for leaving her, Harry would remember back to this very moment.

Balls clenching, Harry came into Hermione who had only moments ago orgasmed. Just to make sure Hermione was at the same page with him, Harry muttered to her neck upon sprawling all over her, "Don't forget this, Mrs. Potter."

Happy late-New Year!

I pray this year will bring happiness, health and whatever that you most desire! I'm shite at schedules but hope this update was to your liking ;D Curious for your thoughts!

Take care

Ydream08