"Behind Closed Doors" By Kross
A/n: I don't own Harry Potter…I simply enjoy using the characters conjured up J.K. Rowling for my own sweet pleasure.
Pairing: Hermione/Ron and Hermione/Mystery man
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Hermione settled into one of the many plush arm chairs in front of the fire in Gryffindor tower. She watched closely as the fire licked up at the cool air in the room. Tiny sparks drifted here and there, some escaping from the boundaries of the fireplace. She sat, legs folded under her body, for nearly two hours without interruption. This was the first time in half a month she was able to sit without thoughts of him. The common room was empty and quiet; the fire threw shadows onto the wall. Shadows of Hermione. Shadows of her strong profile and rounded shoulders.
She delighted in her own looks. She found herself capable of seeing that she was a woman who was desirable. She was no longer mousy and girly. She was womanly and sultry. Perhaps she would use that to her advantage, she thought. She might be able to lure him back. Seduce him just as he had seduced her.
"Isn't it cold in here?" A 3rd year asked timidly behind her. (Being Head Girl often frightened the younger years.) "There's nearly nothing left behind of that fire…"
'Left behind…' she thought. Something left behind. The neurons in her mind fired into a huge storm of thoughts streaking from one end of her mind to the other. "Left behind!" She yelped.
She stood up from her chair quickly, with no regard to the boy or to the blanket that rested on her lap. She caught herself, she slowed up. She was growing too excited about the whole situation. Her heart leapt at the thought of it being an exciting idea. She was excited by the whole thing. This mystery made her get butterflies in the depths of her stomach each time she thought of it.
She walked slowly, although somewhat suspiciously, to the girls' staircase. With each step she took, the butterflies flooded her stomach. She was nearly sick with the tingling they caused by the time she had reached the top landing. She fingered the door knob, turning it slowly and opening the door. Her room smelled of her vanilla lotion and the odd smell of candles recently lit.
The room was dim, with the light from candles wafting in the slight breeze. Silence was a sound she rarely heard, but silence screamed in her room. She took a few steps forward, blindly, and was startled by the sudden creak of a floor board beneath her feet. She could sense that someone was behind her, and jumped a little as warm hands closed over her eyes, taking the little light there was away. A body, warm as the hands had been, pressed against her back. She felt strong chest muscles, strong arms and soft skin. She settled back into him, sighing out in relief. She could smell him, like cinnamon and coconut.
"You came back," she whispered.
"I'll always come back, 'Mione." Ron answered back. Hermione inhaled sharply. This wasn't the man she had been expecting. Ron wasn't her secret lover. He didn't feel like the man who had made such wonderful love to her. He didn't sound like that man. He wasn't her lover. He was no one's lover.
"Ron, what are you doing?" She asked with a tinge of harshness in her voice. She was already unsure of his lovemaking abilities.
"I've decided to give you what you want…" He said, attempting to sound sexy and experienced. If only he knew how much experience she had recently gained…
"Oh, really?" She asked, trying to sound excited and wanting of his love.
He kissed her slowly, almost too slowly. He drew the kiss out; long slow laps of his tongue greeted her. His hands slid down her back, one resting in the dip of her spine, the other taking hold of her butt. She kissed him back, her eyes closing and relaxing. She didn't wait for him to make to first move towards taking her clothes off. She shoved him backwards; he landed on the edge of the bed with a great deal of surprise. Her shirt was off before he could blink, tossed off into the room, and her bra was unlatched in a similar amount of time. As her pants fell to the floor, he was amazed that Hermione was brave enough to not wear any underwear.
"Well…" She said sternly. "Aren't you going to take your clothes off?"
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Short chapter, I know…but my boyfriend showed up in mid-writing and I lost the train of thought. Please review! I'll post very soon, I promise….if not tonight.
Meg/ Kross