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Harry's lips continued their path down Hermione's neck. "It seems you're feeling better," whispered Hermione. Harry continued to display his affections by nipping at her smooth skin. He moved his hands up and began to run them through her curls.

"Do you trust me Hermione?" he asked.

"Of course I do Harry. But that doesn't mean it's okay for you to get jealous and run away," she replied in a matter of fact tone. Harry stopped what he was doing to look into her eyes.

"I..I'm sorry. I got upset and extremely uncomfortable watching him flirt with you." Hermione looked at him as silence filled the space between them.

She finally spoke after what seemed like hours,

"I accept your apology. I can understand how insecure you might feel when a handsome, strong, muscular man finds interest in me." Harry's eyebrows shot up then his eyes narrowed at the witch in front of him.

"For fuck's sake Her-" Harry had no time to finish his remark due to Hermione grabbing his t-shirt and pulling him closer to her. She crashed her lips on his with such force that Harry had to place his hands against the door to steady himself. Their tongues both fighting for dominance as Hermione moved her hands through his already messy hair. She pulled away to now place her own kisses on his jawline, moving her mouth to nibble his ear. "Damn you Harry Potter… who knew your jealousy could be such a turn on?" she whispered. Harry groaned from the warm sensation caused by the heat of her breath.

"Allow me to show you what else I can do," he said.

"Please do," she said as a smile was presented to the wizard in front of her. Harry keep his green eyes locked on her brown as he raised his arms to her shirt. His fingers starting to gradually unfasten the small white buttons one at a time.

"Is this okay?" he whispered.

"Yes," she replied.

"And if you want me to sto-"

"I'll tell you."

Harry watched her eyes darken as the familiar look of lust showed in her eyes. He had grown accustomed to the look from their multiple snogging sessions. Harry continued to unbutton her shirt, then lowered his head so his mouth can follow the path of her delicate skin as it slowly became exposed to him. Hermione closed her eyes leaning her head against the door, she moved her fingers through his hair as he started to go lower and lower. She basked in the sound of him groaning as she lightly grazed her fingernails on his scalp. Suddenly Harry stopped, causing Hermione to look down. Her brow furrowed a bit as she watched him lowering himself further to remove her trainers. "Are you going to kiss my feet now?" she asked with a smirk on her face.

Harry smiled at her while he raised to his knees. He leaned forward pressing small kisses to her stomach. He raised his hands up, placing them on the waistband of her jeans. He slid his hands to the front unhooking the button. He looked up at her waiting for her to protest. But no protest came. He continued his explorations by pulling down her zip. Once again a glance up to Hermione. She provided a slight nod of her head. He pulled down her jeans over her hips and down her legs, revealing Hermione's pale yellow knickers. She helped with his endeavors by lifting her legs then kicking her jeans out of the way. Harry looked up at her enjoying the sight of the young witch as she stood against the wooden door. Her staring at him caused him to heat up as his blood rushed down to his cock. He couldn't help but admire the witch looking down at him. Her shirt was hanging from her shoulders exposing her body; showcasing her lovely shape. His hands started to trace the length of her legs. His hands stopping at her thighs so he can caress the soft flesh. He replaced his hands with his mouth causing Hermione to close her eyes and lean her head back, the door providing her support. Harry removed his glasses placing them on the floor next to him without stopping his tender kisses. He moved his face in between her legs, trailing his tongue against her clothed slit. Her could hear Hermione's deep breathing in the quiet room. Harry silently thanked Merlin for the conversations he was forced to hear in the Gryffindor boys' dormitory. Because whatever he was doing seemed to be working. Hermione's responses were incredible. He again slid his tongue over her slit and added a bit more pressure to her swollen nub. Hermione moaned and pulled at his hair.

"You're such a dirty witch, love," he muttered as he rubbed his nose against her pussy. Hermione moaned louder. This somehow reminded Harry where they were, so he quickly pulled his wand from his back pocket to cast a quick Silencio to the room. Placing his wand on the floor, he then moved his hands to Hermione's hips, sliding his fingers inside the elastic waistband of her knickers, and pulled them down. Hermione's legs automatically stepped out of them causing Harry to grin from ear to ear. He moved himself closer to her then quickly lifted her legs over his shoulders, pressing her harder against door while he held her up by her bum. The sudden movement triggered a gasp from her.

"Harry!" He looked up at her noticing the bright red flush to her skin.

"Shall I stop?"

Hermione looked at him; shaking her head. "No."

"Good." Harry returned his attention back to the task at hand and slid his tongue between her wet folds. Hermione moaned "Sweet Merlin" as Harry guided his tongue up to her clit. The sensation so great her hands had to roam the door to find extra support as her body became limp.

Harry moved his right hand slightly from her bum and pushed his finger into her tight entrance. Hermione once against moaned loudly, this time causing Harry to moan against her swollen pearl. He too was getting so turned on by his actions. He wanted to reach down to stroke his cock, but didn't want to interfere with Hermione's pleasure. "Yes, this was her time," he thought. So, instead, he added another finger, moving them in and out; relishing the sounds that were coming from Hermione. The sounds he was producing from her.

"Um..Harry...so good...don't stop." she whispered as her hips moved on their own against his face. "I'm...Harry! Oh! Oh!" she cried out as she started to shake. One hand squeezing the door knob for dear life and the other pulling at Harry's hair, so roughly there was sure to be strands left in her fingers. Harry didn't slow down until her shaking started to cease. As she relaxed, he carefully removed one leg at a time from his shoulders, scooting back to give her room to ease down onto the floor. She looked at him and a grin spread across her face.

"Very impressive, Mr. Potter, " she breathed as she got up on all fours to crawl the short distance between them. She ended up between his legs and kissed him. Her tongue ever so gently grazing his lip. She could taste her own arousal in his mouth; the image of what just happened creating a sweet tingle between her legs. Harry placed his hand behind her neck and kissed her back passionately. Hermione moved away from him looking into the those emerald eyes of his.

"I would love to give you a proper thank you...but we are needed downstairs."

"Are we?" he asked.

"Yes, I believe I came up here to see if you wanted to play-" Harry raised an eyebrow while she smiled and shook her head. "Play a game of Quidditch, that is."

"I think I would like a thank you instead." Hermione laughed and grabbed her wand from her discarded jeans. She cast a silent Scourgify on herself and at Harry.

Once she was dressed the duo walked back down the narrow staircase to head outside.

"There you are. Are you feeling better Harry, dear?" asked Mrs. Weasley as they entered the kitchen.

"Much better. Thank you, " replied Harry.

"That's good to hear dear. Are you still hungry?" A loud snort made Harry and Molly turn towards the back door. They both turned to look at Hermione as she faked a cough to hide her laughter.

"Sorry, excuse me," she mumbled as she patted her chest with her hand and walked out the door. Harry looked at Mrs. Weasley. A slight blush tinted his cheeks. "I'm no longer hungry, thank you again, Mrs. Weasley."

He walked past the Weasley matriarch to step outside. A self-satisfied smirk on his face.