It's What Inside That Counts

Chapter 16- Gratuitous Sex Chapter

It was just after midnight when Ginny tip-toed to Harry's room. She cast a silencing charm on the entire creaky, rickety hallway (a charm picked up from Fred) before stepping out of her room. Her mum, although she loved Harry like a son, would not approve of her daughter going into his bedroom to do what she hoped they were going to do. His door wasn't locked, so she slowly turned the knob and opened the door. She peeked her head in and found herself looking into Harry's wand. He lowered his wand and propped his head on his arm.

"I was wondering if you would pay me a visit," he said quietly.

"I wasn't sure if you wanted me to," she replied.

He held the bed covers open for her and nodded his head. She smiled and slipped under the covers with him.

"I want you to," he whispered and drew her close then shifted in the bed. "Your nightgown feels scratchy."

"Oh, sorry," she said and started slipping her arms out of it.

"Let me help," he murmured in her ear.

In seconds she was nude against his nude body. He drew her close again, his erection pressing against her bum. Her kissed her neck and massaged her breasts they way she liked. She sighed in contentment.

"That's what I like to hear," he said with a chuckle.

Meanwhile, at Granger Farm, no silencing charms and sneaking about were necessary. Hermione was letting her pleasure be loudly known. She was straddled atop him, riding him for all she was worth. She leaned over, nipped and kissed his neck and chest as she rode, whispering her admiration of him. He was reveling in the sensation of her: her sweet voice calling his name in ecstasy, the feel of her soft hair against his chest, her soft lips on his body and how she made love to him- it was perfection. If he could stay buried in her forever that would be just fine with him. She closed her eyes, moaned loudly and rode faster, indicating that she was nearing her peak. He took hold of her hips and drove up as he brought her down. That sent her over the edge, and he growled in satisfaction as she cried out over and over, her orgasmic contractions massaging his cock in a way that made his head spin. In a single movement, she squealed when he swept her under him, lifted one of her legs, hooked it over his arm then plunged into her.

"Yes sweet," he gasped and thrust deeply into her again.

She arched into him and dug her nails into his bum. He was aware of nothing but the pure bliss of plunging deeply into her warmth over and over again.

"Mine," he groaned and arched his back when she wrapped her legs around him.

"Yes, all for you," she whispered.

Hermione smiled in satisfaction when she realized that he was losing himself to the act and was more determined to please him. "Let go love," she whispered.

He slipped her leg down, encircled her waist with his arms, hunched over her and drove into her harder and deeper than ever. She whimpered and gasped in this newfound pleasure as they cried out "yes-yes" with each thrust. As their bodies slapped together, he thought he never wanted this to end, marveling that she was so willing, so receptive of what he was doing. Some women didn't like it this powerful, but Hermione did. He knew he had found the witch meant for him. He felt the familiar tingle at the bottom of his stomach, felt his balls tighten and drove faster, now desperate to reach his climax while buried in her. He felt the pleasure building in his cock, gripped her hips and pounded into her during his climax, eyes clenched shut and cried out his pleasure as he shot his release into her. She whimpered when he slipped his now-flaccid cock out of her and lay down next to her. Her eyes were closed, but there was a huge smile on her face and she was trying to catch her breath.

"Can we do that again?" she asked between breaths.

Ahh..to be eighteen again! Severus thought with a smile. Life with her was going to quite a ride.

Back at the Burrow, Ron was unwittingly treated to the sound of Harry and Ginny in the room next to his.

How about a silencing charm or two? he thought when he heard Ginny gasp in pleasure.

"Yeslovedon'tstop!" she gasped.

Ugh! Ron thought.

"ahh..right there..yes" Harry groaned. "So good.."

Well, she is a Weasley, of course we are! Ron thought with a bit of pride, then frowned at the thought of his lonely virginal status. I should be showing some girl just how good a Weasley can be!

There was a thump on the wall, right next to his head it seemed. He snatched his head back as if he were hit by something and reached for his wand on the table by his bed. It wasn't there!

Just when I need it most! he thought ruefully.

He covered his ears with his pillows to try and block out the shagging racket. The moans, grunts and gasps next door got faster, the bed springs squeaked faster and the sounds of climax from both were heard then silence.

The next morning, Severus woke first. He wondered why he was on the edge of the bed and only had a corner of a sheet. He heard the soft snoring from the endearing vixen next to him, turned over and chuckled at what he saw. She was sprawled across most of the bed with most of the bed covers. Even his pillow was in her sleeping clutches. A loud, melodic growl came from her stomach. They didn't actually eat much of last night's dinner, but drank most of the wine, so she was going to be ravenous when she woke. He went to the kitchen and realized he had no idea what she preferred to have for breakfast. Oh well, just make a variety and let her pick. He prepared coffee, tea, eggs, fried tomatoes, sausages, hash browns, bacon, pancakes and fruit. When he placed plates on the table, she swept into the kitchen. She got to him, rose on her toes and kissed his cheek. She looked at the feast on the table.

"Wow! I'm famished!" she said and sat down.

She put a plate in front of herself then another in the space beside her. He sat down and waited for her to begin. She wandlessly summoned a cup from the cupboard and filled it with coffee. She filled her plate with eggs, fruit and a pancake and tucked in eagerly. She "mmmed" and nodded in approval.

"Aren't you going to eat?" she asked.

"I usually don't each much in the morning," he said, indicating his tea.

"But you made all this!" she said.

"I wasn't sure what you favored," he said.

She rolled her eyes. "We need to clear up some things. You do not have to get up and make a fry-up every morning unless you are making some for yourself. Although I do appreciate this, my lazy arse can very well get out of bed and do something about it," she said. "But if you feel the need to prepare something, I do favor toast with strawberry jam and cheese omelets. If I'm in a hurry or have an early day, porridge is just fine too."

"Noted," he said.

"I'm not a high-maintenance witch, Severus," she said. "All I want from you, is you."

"There is something we need to discuss about the next Order meeting on the 14th," he said.

"Oh?" she said over the rim of her cup.

"Potter, Weasley and yourself will be invited to join the Order," he said.

She grinned, hopped up and down in her chair and clapped. His lips twitched at her guileless enthusiasm.

"On another note, have you wondered why I haven't brewed a new batch of the Polyjuice potion?" he asked.

"I had wondered," she mused then dropped her napkin. "Hey! McGonagall's gonna let everyone know about you!" she exclaimed. "At the Order meeting!"

"Clever girl," he quipped.

"That means everyone's going to know about.." she stopped and smiled naughtily. "..us."

He raised an eyebrow.

"This is going to be so much fun!" she declared with a giggle. "Don't you like to just shock people sometimes? It's wickedly entertaining! I can't wait to see their faces!"

"My dear, I do believe you have a bit of Slytherin in you," he said.

"Hmm...last night I did, and it was more than just a bit," she said, wiggling her eyebrows.

Three days later, Harry received an owl from Hermione.

Hermione Granger
Granger Farm, Bristol, U.K.

Hello Harry!

I hope this letter finds you well. As soon as I've sorted out this house, you and the Weasleys are invited for dinner. I'll see you June 14 at Grimmauld Place.

Affectionately, Hermione

p.s. The professor sends his regards as well.
p.p.s. Well, maybe not.

Yeah, about as much as I would send mine! Harry thought with a snort.

"What's going on June 14th?" Harry wondered.

"Order meeting, now eat up," Molly said, gesturing at his breakfast.

I had so much fun with this chapter...the Merlot helped too...