Harry woke up unusually warm the next morning. He attempted to stretch but recoiled fast when he felt something tickling his chest. He glanced down at abdomen and found a familiar head using it as a pillow, the owners hand draped across his middle, very close to his southern region. A blush spread across his face, making the room very hot. Hermione's little puffs of air also added to the warmth that spread throughout his body. She shifted a bit in her sleep, bringing her leg up to wrap with one of his. 'Oh dear' Harry thought, turning a darker shade of red.
Hermione mumbled a bit when she felt something pressing against her thigh and looked with glazed eyes toward the sort before snapping her head up to look at Harry with wide eyes.
"Oh…that's…that's, um, different." Hermione mumbled into his chest, her lips lightly brushing against his skin, making him shiver.
"Well, the great Hermione Granger is actually speechless." Harry said, smiling wickedly at her.
"Well, thanks to you, and your, um, appendage, I am that way." Hermione replied with a huff.
"It's not like that because of me either." Hermione added.
"Oh, contraire mademoiselle, it is that way because of you." Harry said throatily, now making Hermione shiver.
"And how do you plan on taking care of the situation at hand?" Hermione asked huskily, gliding her hand south. Harry groaned and snatched her hand away.
"By making you mine." Harry replied, flipping them over with Hermione underneath him.
They made love all day and all night, while listening to the rain pound against the window, washing away the scattered pieces of Hermione's heart while Harry built her a new one.