CHAPTER TWO
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Scotland
Friday night, October 31, 1997

To Hermione's surprise, her unidentified companion started with a reverent kiss. She melted into it. It only lasted a few seconds, though, before he pulled back.

"I'll treat what we do here with respect," he stated, pulling back a bit to talk to her. "I want you to be comfortable and enjoy this. It'll make it better for both of us that way. So, if you have questions about anything we're doing, I'll pause and explain it to you. If you don't want to continue after that, you speak up and let me know. I'll stop if you tell me to," he assured her. "But to give you fair warning: if you don't tell me to stop, I'll take that as your full consent. Agreed?"

She swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat and nodded once. "Agreed. Just… go slow. Make it good for us both."

He let his nose travel over her jaw and up to her ear, where he trailed the whorl of her ear with his tongue. "Oh, I will. You're going to come so many times for me, my sweet, sweet girl. Promise." Moving down to the pulse in her neck, he bit down and sucked, and she knew he was leaving a love bruise she'd have to glamour away later.

Grabbing hold of his shoulders, she tilted her head to give him full access. "Yes, make tonight so good that I'll never forget you!"

Releasing his lock on her throat, he trailed back up to hover over her lips. "As you wish."

Their mouths met in an explosion of desire, and he pushed her over, until her back met the cushions again. Her brain fuzzed, and there was nothing left but pure feeling and the enticing scent of him after that; some sort of spicy men's cologne and clove ciggies intermingled to overtake her senses.

After removing all of their clothing, her mystery lover delivered exactly as promised, taking all eight hours of their time to bring her wave after wave of unending ecstasy.

First, he taught her how to stroke his penis and how to roll his tight sac underneath so as to bring him pleasure. They took their time acclimating her to the feel of a man, and how to know where and when to apply pressure, building up her confidence in the doing. When he felt she was ready, he guided her mouth over his length, moving very slowly until she felt comfortable experimenting with various licking-nibbling-sucking techniques without his input. To her delight, she eventually made him lose control and tasted his semen across her tongue. He petted her hair and face the whole time, whispering words of encouragement and uninhibitedly expressing his rapture at climax.

Returning the favor, he dropped between her legs and fingered and tongued her until she too fell over the edge into fire and bliss. It was a beautiful bringing, with her legs brazenly spread wide, and her fingers running through his silky hair, fisting it. She'd arched her back off the couch as she rode the sparkling, incandescent wave of sensation.

Even as she recovered from her first true orgasm, he asked her if she was ready to make love, laying her horizontal on the sofa and tucking the generous crest of his considerably-sized cock against her opening. When she murmured for him to make her his own, he groaned and entered her, parting her body and ending her innocence with a surge of lust. It hurt, but the sting quickly faded as he began to move, until there was no more pain - only his body and hers, entwined and connected in the most intimate of dances. He murmured his pleasure throughout, letting her know how amazing she felt around him and how she tested his control. And yet, not once did he neglect her needs for his own, remaining conscientious of her comfort and satisfaction by slowing when she asked and speeding up when she demanded. He enticed her participation by lapping at her throat, suckling her nipples, and kissing her lips. He encouraged her to let go and be totally free in her responses.

Hermione felt consumed by the intensity of the emotions her unknown lover roused in her; it felt as if he was everywhere around and in her, until she was saturated by his scent and heat, and there was only the rhythm of his driving hips to anchor her to this world. When she eventually climaxed in another euphoric bringing, her inner muscles rippled and rolled over his steely length, milking him, drawing him deeper into her body. He lost all control then, coming along with her, his seed filling her up and completing her.

In the afters, his mouth stole away the last, stubborn remnants of her natural reserve as he kissed her and praised her performance. "So good," he murmured around teasing licks, his shaft going soft within her soaked channel. "Are you alright? Did I hurt you, my sweet girl? You were amazing. That was the best sex I've ever had. It was… God, it was unforgettable! Just like you said it would be."

Lying limp and sated in his strong arms, Hermione answered each of his concerns about her comfort in a tired voice, enjoying the shower of his affection. Truthfully, her mind was reeling over the magnificent experience she'd just had. Her lover had proven to be skilled and incredibly considerate, and Hermione felt so thankful for such a blessing for her first time. This would truly be an unforgettable memory that she'd cherish for the rest of her life.

Sliding behind and turning her at the same time, he spooned them for a cuddle and a rest, his own exhaustion obviously having caught up. Eventually, the sound of his even breathing lulled her into sleep, too.

He awoke her sometime later with a small thrust of his hips, reentering her sore vagina and stretching it wide, taking her again while she lay on her side. With cajoling, naughty words he compelled her to come for him again and rubbed her clit just the way she liked, in no time at all sending her reeling into a third release. Immediately thereafter, he flipped them so she lay on her belly, and he came up behind her, pulling out, still impossibly erect as he stroked his substantial length between her bum cheeks. His magic tingled on the air as he used his wand for a purpose she didn't understand – until she felt something warm and liquid fill her back channel, and knew it had to be some kind of lubricant.

She had a moment of anxiety, and he asked her if she wanted to try this, too, feeling her tense up. Forcibly reminding her body and mind that she could trust him and to relax – he'd proven his worth with his tender handling of her thus far – she agreed to try what he had in mind. This was, after all, a chance for her to experiment and learn without repercussion.

He carefully prepared her with his fingers – first one, then two, then three. When she was once more squirming under him and begging him to come into her, he took her with cautious, small thrusts until he was fully embedded in her to the hilt. It hurt almost as bad as losing her hymen had, but like before, after a bit of adjustment and being properly opened up, the experience unfolded into something startlingly wonderful. She touched her clit as he bade, and was soon enjoying him driving into her with wild abandon. They came together in an intermingled cry, and she felt his seed fill her up in a way that was different, and at the same time, equally as satisfying as the other two times.

When he withdrew, she was a quivering mass of rushing endorphins, boneless and fulfilled. This night had been everything she'd ever wanted…

…and yet, her heart trembled with the knowledge that she'd never know her shadowy lover – not his identity and not his touch, not ever again. It had been her idea, yes, but the thought now saddened her in ways she hadn't expected, and before she could gain control of her rioting emotions, she broke into tears.

Mortified by her outburst, she hurriedly tried to oppress it with a hand over her mouth, but she knew he'd heard.

"What's wrong?" he asked after using his wand to cast a Scourgify upon them both, sliding next to her on the wide sofa to take up his previously occupied spot against the back cushions, turning her so she lay with her face pressed into his chest. He soothed over her sweaty, naked spine with tender touches. "Didn't you like it? Or did I hurt you? I'm so sorry if I did."

Oh, Godric! What could she say? She'd been the one to set the rules for tonight, and yet here she was, wishing she'd never agreed to anonymity. "I… no, it was wonderful," she settled, throwing an arm around him. "You didn't hurt me. I'm just… it shook me up, is all. I didn't expect…"

"To want more?" he finished when she lamely stalled. He sighed into her hair and kissed her temple. "Me, either, honestly. I thought I could give you what you wanted and let you go, like you asked. But I'm finding the idea sucks, and I don't like it. I want to know who you are. I want to do this with you again, in the light, so I can look at you when we make love."

His beautiful words hurt even as they resonated with her thoughts. "I know I said… but… I want the same." She tilted her head back and kissed the bottom of his chin. "I want to know you."

He went still against her, like he had at the start of all of this, and she could feel him seriously considering the situation. "My wand is on the floor. I could reach down. Cast a quick Lumos," he offered. "It could be that easy."

Somehow, she'd known he'd make the offer - just as she knew she was going to reject it.

"What if we're from rival Houses or blood prejudice is an issue between us? It isn't on my side, but is it on yours? Would you still want to be with me if you found out I wasn't someone you normally liked, or if I was someone your friends or parents wouldn't approve of?" she dared to ask. "What if it's worse and we're actually rivals of some kind? I'll take on most things, but I'm not that brave. I don't think I could bear to see loathing on your face – not after what we've done." She silenced her sorrow, wiped at her cheeks to erase the tear tracks and shook her head. "No, this is better. It hurts, but… I'll someday get over this. I'm not sure I could if I knew you hated me, though. It would forever taint this whole night."

He was quiet a lot longer this time, and then he sighed. "As you wish." He held her tighter, his hands slipping down over her naked bum and caressing. Against her thigh, she felt his erection stir, grow hard. In a quick roll, she was on her back and he was over her once more. "But, if you're going to insist on this being goodbye, my sweet girl, then I want you one more time." His cock head nudged at her entrance, but he waited for her consent.

Spreading her knees so he'd drop into the cradle of her thighs, she pressed her nails into his arms once again and tilted her hips so he could glide right in. "Do it," she again urged. "Give it to me deep and don't hold back. Give me all of you."

He obeyed and it was the most magnificent feeling in the whole world when they came together many minutes later, their lips locked and mated as tight as their hips were, their simultaneous moans filling the others' mouth. She wept from the surge of emotion that welled up through her chest and out into him.

This had not been 'just sex,' no matter how she'd tried to paint it. Something more profound had taken root between them tonight, and that emotion had the potential to blossom. Sadly, she knew it would never be actualized, however. That fact came home to her as they finally separated and moved to redress, apologizing each time they groped or bumped into each other in the darkness. By the time she had her clothing restored, her wand in hand and her shoes on her feet, she could feel that they were going back to being strangers.

"I guess I'll go first," she forlornly offered. "Could you, please, close your eyes and promise not to peek?"

Her mystery lover sighed, and it was a frustrated hiss of air. "This is stupid. You realize I'm going to try to find you, right?"

"Don't," she pleaded. "We agreed."

He reached out and took her hand, bringing it to his lips. He placed a kiss into the palm and then turned his cheek so that he was rubbing against it. "I know what you feel like, and what you smell and taste like. I'm never going to be able to stop looking for you, no matter what you say. I've never felt this connection with any girl before, and I don't want it to end."

She tugged her hand away, her knees quaking and her resolve weakening. "Please don't do this." Tears burned her eyes. "You'll hurt me… hurt us both, I think."

He reached for her again, wrapping his arms about her. His mouth brushed the shell of her ear. "What if I said I didn't care who you were, and that I'd be willing to go against everyone I know for you? Even if you're a Muggle-born, I'll accept it. I'll make everyone accept us."

Sobbing now, she tried to pry his arms from her, having guessed from his few words that he was a pureblood, and most likely, a Slytherin. There were one or two Ravenclaws who had openly expressed their prejudicial views on blood purity over the years, but mainly, Slytherins were the ones who were vocal over the issue that Muggle-borns didn't belong in their world.

Oh, Merlin! What if this was Malfoy, or one of his friends? Founders help her, but she couldn't risk revealing her identity now, no matter how much she wanted to! Her reputation would be shredded if word ever got out of what she'd done here tonight. Worse, if the staff got wind of it, she could lose her Head Girl status, as it was against the rules to engage in sexual relations on campus.

This whole idea had been a horrible mistake for so many reasons! How foolish could she have been? In wanting to get even with Ron, she'd damned herself in so many ways – in her academic and social standing, and in matters of the heart.

"Please…" she whispered around a choked voice and another hot spill of tears. "Let me go."

His exhalations were short, staccato pants, as if he were pained by her decision. He swallowed several times and it was loud against her ear. "As you wish. I'll never forget you, though, my sweet girl," he whispered, kissing her cheek and opening his arms. "Go now, before I change my mind."

She rushed to the door, with its very thin crack of light at the bottom guiding her steps. Before she pulled it open, she stopped and turned, a part of her still wishing she could see him. "I'll never forget you either," she vowed. "Thank you for the best night of my life and for making my first time so beautiful. It truly was unforgettable and perfect."

With that, she yanked open the door and fled home to Gryffindor's tower, ignoring the fact that the Samhain Ball had long-ago ended and that the Great Hall was closed up for the night. She disregarded the surprised looks of the few roaming ghosts and conscious portraits in the open Grand Staircase, as she rushed past, openly crying. Thankfully, none of her Housemates were in her common room when she pushed through the portrait, and she hurried through the twisting labyrinth of the women's dormitories to her room without being accosted. When she arrived there, she was surprised to find that none of her roommates were in; obviously they were warming other beds tonight. With a quick thanks to Godric, she hastily disrobed, threw on some pyjamas and hopped into bed, closing the curtains with a wave of her wand.

The dawn peeked through the room's sole window before sleep at last claimed her, her tears finally giving way to exhaustion.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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