Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, JK Rowling does, and the only reason this exists is because despite my love for her books, I wanted an ending that had the words Harry and Hermione on the same wedding cake :))
Note: Warning to all that think this is an innocent and harmless read. If you're not into smutt, sex, or erotica, do yourself a favor and look away before this chapter burns off your eyes. For everyone else who enjoys a smutty read from time to time, like I do, enjoy :)
Chapter 4: Chapter 4: A steamy night
As the Firebolt stopped before the window to the Halls nearby the Room of Requirement, the two lovers kissed in the night sky. It had stopped sideways, so Harry got up and pulled them both in, with Hermione still hooked on to his waist with her legs. He unpocketed the Marauders Map.
"Hermione (Muffled). (Breath) I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good."
The Marauders map then showed the Room of Requirement. He carried her all 50 Steps into it. From 5 steps distance, the wall before them suddenly shifted into the shape of a portal, instead of the usual door. It was indeed the Room of Requirement – it knew neither Harry nor Hermione intended to break away from eachother's arms. When they were in, Hermione took it from him and kept one arm around the back of his neck. They didn't see the wall close into a solid barrier, being too busy with their lips.
"Mischief managed." The witch said. "…Or is it?"
Harry smiled slyly as she did. "No. I suppose not."
He kissed her neck, and she giggled as they fell into the bed that suddenly rose from the bare floor behind her. It made hardly any sound as they fell into it, and into eachother's arms. For about thirty seconds they just stared into eachother's eyes and around the room, which began to fill with whatever fanciful things they naughtily thought up in their heads. Chandeliers appeared overhead, mirrors on the walls, a huge muggle stereo, muggle soundproof support around the whole room, dimmed muggle lightlamps and wooden drawers. In the middle of it all, right above the center of the room, where the two were laying together.
"Whaddya reckon we should do first Hermione?"
"Hmmm…I suppose we could start with a little bit of snogging Mr. Merlin"
"Oh please, stop it with that. I'm no Merlin."
"Oh yes you are. You carried me all the way here with your scrawny…OH MY."
Her hand went up his turtleneck from below. She had slipped into it while they were talking. Harry felt the cold of her hands, and soon felt them warm as she pulled him into a seated position and took it off of him with her other hand.
"Harry…it looks like you aren't so scrawny after all…"
"Wow…I never noticed, but now that you mention it, I have put on a couple of manly muscles during the week, haven't I?"
"You think it's because your birthday is a week from now?"
"Well, Professor Dumbledore said that as soon as I turned 17, my powers would begin to truly manifest."
"Well then…lucky for me then, isn't it?"
She pulled herself up into a more comfortable seated position, with their groins close together. He held her face with his hands. He slowly moved it from her cheeks, to her ears, and finally her hair. He pulled her in.
"Hermione…"
"Hm?"
"Do you love me?"
"If I didn't, I wouldn't be here. I love you Harry. Do you love me?"
"If I didn't, I wouldn't have broken the enchantment of the Amortentia."
Then, she whispered into his ear. "I don't think I've broken it…"
"What? Why do you think that?"
"Because…I've never wanted you like this before…I always have Harry…but not like this…"
"…Do you want me to stop and wait until the enchantment lifts?"
She took him by the lips for two long seconds. "No."
"But what if you regret it? What if you'll end up realizing that…"
"Hush," She said as she held a finger to his lips. "If you love me tonight, I will never regret it. Ever since the train, the attack of the troll, and all the time we've been together, I've always know that it's been you, Harry. I know we're meant to be together, and if we are to be this way until forever, I want our forever to start now…here…But if you love me tonight, I'll never want to leave you, and Gryffindor help me – I'll kill myself if you ever do…"
"Hermione…" He said, kissing her more passionately than ever before, for about five seconds. "I'll NEVER leave you. From the day I saw you on the train back in First year, you've been the only girl I've thought about."
"Liar. You said the same thing to Cho."
"No…I never said since the day we met. Yes, I was shy to ask you about the Yule Ball back then, because I already knew that…Viktor asked you…even if I did pretend that I didn't when Ron asked out of the blue. I was hurt…I thought you didn't feel the same…"
"Oh Harry…I was just….caught up in the moment…"
"Yeah…me too…"
"But we're here now…" She said as she wrapped her one hand in his, and held it to shoulder-level. "Together – the way it was meant to be."
"Yeah. The way it was always meant to be…I love you Hermione…"
"I love you Harry…"
"Are you sure you're ok with the Amortentia?"
"Harry," she said as she whispered again. "It's a pretty good excuse…to be EXTRA kinky."
I love how Hermione thinks…oh God. I'm so damn nervous.
With that, they both exchanged dirty looks. And then they kissed. Hermione was wearing an overcoat that covered a yellow, backless dress with a ruffled, knee-length skirt. She had dropped the overcoat the moment they'd gotten in, and Harry found his way with his hands to the back of her dress. Her skin was just so tempting to graze into. Her smoothness was unparalleled, and her softness like supple and ever-graspable handles to his fingertips. He found the zipper at the back, and as he kissed, he pulled, making a sound that made Hermione moan softly and slowly. She stood up, a little, and whisked the thing off, leaving Harry to stare at her perfect, almost-naked body.
Oh. My. God. I think I just ooglegasmed myself. She's so…perfect. Her skin so white and smooth, her lips like red strawberries I'd just want to suck on all day. Her eyes flare like amber stones in the light, and her hair like endless tendrils that lead up to heaven itself…but then…she's only almost-naked. I think I should fix that :)
"Why'd you stop? Does my body…not please you Harry?"
"Don't be ridiculous. I was shocked at how perfect you are!"
She just blushed. Harry was somewhat glad that her naughtiness shifted back into the innocent, brown, puppydog eyes look that he's known and fallen in love with.
"I feel so, unworthy…"
"Now YOU stop being silly, silly." Hermione said as she unfixed Harry's pants. They dropped down, and Harry's lovestick almost poked out from the top of his boxers. "Oh, it seems your little friend is excited."
The way she shifts her look from nice to naughty on her face, just bloody drives me bloody bonkers. Aaahhh…
Harry felt a jolt scream through every part of his body as Hermione put her hand down his boxers. She pulled it off a second or two later, and then grinned darkly at Harry's manhood.
"Now I feel unworthy, Harry."
She began to fondle it, stroking it slowly. Harry could not contain himself. He stood up on the bed because he couldn't take the way his hips jumped at every stroke.
"Hermione…I-I…I've never made love to anyone before…"
"Welcome to the club Harry. Neither have I..."
"But you're so good at that. I won't care if you have Hermione, but it's either you've had practice, or you're a pro."
"It's the previous Harry. It's a dirty little secret of mine to watch a bit of porn every now and then on my desktop computer. Unlike moving magic pictures in porn books, video streams, diagrams, and instruction manuals show a lot more…intense factoids."
"Bloody hell…you've done your research…"
"Naturally, from the looks of how you hold your juices…so have you, you dirty little boy."
I wonder if Hermione'd ever hate me for hiding The Wizardly Gentleman's magazine monthly. I found a stack at Sirius' last year, and I've been…training for this.
"So Harry, I've spilled my secrets, where'd you find your tricks?"
"Sirius' house. He has a stack of dirty witch posters and magazines in his room."
"Hohoho…it seems you're a little bit of both your father and Sirius, Harry."
She began to lick at the head of Harry's penis. It stiffened even more, and it trembled as she sucked it deeper and deeper into her mouth. She worked at it, licking slowly, sucking gently, and grasping at his scrotum while twiddling it with her fingers. Harry couldn't help himself and grasped on to her shoulder and hair. Every breath she took it exhaled hot breath into it, and he jerked her into him a bit. Hermione gagged a little, and stopped for a moment.
"Damn it, I'm sorry Hermione. I didn't mean to – "
"It's alright Harry. I was just surprised, that's all. I'm not actually used to this yet anyway. It's all just been theory up to now."
"You mean you've never…"
"No. Viktor tried throw subtle hints at me at the end of the Yule ball, but by that time, the moment I got caught in was over. He was such a boring person to be emotionally close to. He was more physically adorable – so unlike you Harry."
"Haaaaa…"
She went back into it. This time she went in faster, now used to the greatness of his meat. Harry felt her nibble on it a little, and he screamed in slight pain. She was going to stop, but he held her there, signaling it hurt, but it was alright. It damn well felt so good to Harry, he held on for a few minutes. And as Hermione sucked him hardest, she felt his hand stiffen, signaling his coming release. He came in her mouth, and she liked it. She sucked him dry.
Oh my Ghandi. Hermione's good at that.
She spread her feet into two V's, exposing her white underwear at full sight for Harry, and as she sat down further back, she held herself up by her hands, panting.
"Sweet…heavenly salty-sweetness…"
Harry craned down and pushed her into the bed by her shoulders with his hands. Pressing into her skin, he closed his head to her face, and softly whispered 'That was great, I love you' before nibbling into her ear. She cooed a moan and Harry noticed that her temperature began to rise. He rolled her into the top position, and kissed her continuously as he unhooked her bra. When it fell off, she screamed then laughed in her surprise.
"I thought you were new at this."
"You're not the only one who meddles with manuals."
She grinned and sniggered as he kissed her again, and pushed her against the bed yet again. He kissed away from her mouth, and she moaned slightly in a disapproving tone, until he kissed her neck, then dropped into her breasts. He sucked hard and licked gently, groping the other free breast. They were neither as big as Harry imagined before that day, nor as small as to deny him a good dirty fantasy for later. She screamed in utter excitement, and after a few minutes of glorious moaning, Harry played moved his hands down into her firm butt. He nearly took off her underwear in a single motion, pulling them up high that her legs touched his shoulders to rest as they got off.
OH GOD. She's GORGEOUS.
Hermione blushed again, looking innocent and virgin as she was. But as he breathed in deep and gave her a menacing look, she smiled slyly yet again and cooed yet another moan when he put his finger in her as he kissed her belly. She closed her eyes, gripped the sheets and cried in rapture when he made his fingers work their magic. One finger on her clitoris, one in her vagina, and the rest of Harry's right hand gripped into her skin. He kissed her from her diaphragm, to her belly's sides, to her navel, and began to lick when he got to her bikini line. She just giving out oohs and ahs when he moved his left hand to lift her right leg. He proceeded to pleasure her holes with his right, and licked her extremities, specifically at the hair and drove her mad with excitement. He licked at her thighs, then the back of her knee, and calf, before licking all the way up to her heels. Then, he moved opposite again, and as Hermione felt his go down, she anticipated the stop of his figers as he came closer, and closer to her lower lips. When he was as close as a breath's distance, he pulled out, and he licked his fingers clean from her fluid sweetness. Hermione just looked at him, and it made her even hotter as she beheld the glistening dew that encased his fingers. She smiled dirtily, and he loved it. He moved her legs apart, and took just a few seconds to gaze at her glory, heaving by the nose and taking in her raw scent. He moved inch by inch into her, and he licked her clitoris first, before sucking it. Hermione moaned at it, and he moved away into the sides of her flaps. He licked slowly, but forcefully, that she could feel the passion from each stroke of tongue. He moved slowly at his pace into her labial folds, and then stuck his tongue into her labial crevasse that stiffened more and more as he breathed hotly at it. She just screamed 'Oh my…Gaaaaaaaaad' as he licked her on her hairs again, and finally her vagina. He loved the taste of it and the raw stench of their dirty selves. She loved the way he loved her with his tongue with utter gentleness yet thorough strength with every licking action. She gripped the sheets harder as he went from her vagina to her clitoris again and again. She grabbed him by the hair when she felt like she was about to lose it. Harry moved in quicker to give more pleasure. She screamed even more. Her heat built up steadily, and at the given moment, she bucked forward and pointed to her vagina where he stabbed into it with just the right amount of force for her to orgasm and scream with smutty merriment. After a couple of contractions, she spilled her juice into his mouth, and he sucked her pretty dry. When she let down her hips, they both proceeded to rest and pant.
"God, Harry…you were marvelous…"
"The way you taste sooo good to me, makes it all the more my pleasure."
He had rested his face between her legs and before her vagina, standing his head on his chin before looking up to smile at Hermione. They were sated…for now. They both orgasmed with delight, and Harry moved himself closer to her when she caught his smile and smiled back. He crawled to her and laid his body atop hers when he was to her face. They just looked into eachother's eyes, and smiled in the silence. Their panting died down, and when they both felt calm against eachother, Hermione kissed him. After a good snog, they moved lie side to side, looking straight at eachother.
"Harry…do you want to do me?"
"It's not about what I want" He said as he took a lock of her hair and twirled it in-between his moistened fingers. "I want to please you Hermione. I don't want to do anything that you don't want me to."
She just squealed an 'Awwww', and got on top of him while wrapping her hands around him.
"Harry, you're too sweet for your own good. It's ok, whatever you want to do to me, I want you to do to me. Be honest with your feelings, and I'll be honest with mine. If I don't like it, you'll know, if I like it, I'll make SURE you know. And when we're screwing eachother's brains out, I want you to use ALL of your Merlin self to give us the best orgasm this side of the wizarding world, do you understand?"
Harry couldn't help but smile. "Yes ma'am." They both giggled. "I love you Hermione. I love you more than you will ever know."
"I've always loved you Harry, and I love you more with every day that we spend together. I always cry when I worry about you and when we're apart."
"So do I my love, so do I."
"Love – what happened to Hermione?" She said as she laughed heartily.
"You don't like it?"
"No, I was surprised…but I love it if you do…love."
Harry smiled. "Do you care if I call you this forever?"
"Do you want to be with me forever?"
"I always have, love, and until my dying breath, if you'll have me, I always will…"
"Two things Harry Potter – you are the corniest line-spewer I've ever met…and the only man I ever want to be with."
"Marry me Hermione."
"Don't get ahead of yourself Harry. Be patient. Wait 'til we're out of school. I'm not going anywhere. And besides…you don't have to wait biting your nails off for the wedding night, because while I know that our wedding night will be filled with wild, unbridled, passionate love-making…tonight is just a test run."
Hermione loved how Harry was just so gentle with her. She wondered how crazy she could get if he ever went nuts, but just for now, while she was still new at it, she was happy Harry wasn't an impulsive pig-of-a-brute like some people. Some people like…oh say, Ron Weasley. She never mentioned to Harry how Ron once tried to kiss and feel her up. Ron should be thankful, because the way Harry's aura was making her feel tonight was no joke. He had a lot of magic, and for that mind wild-driving fact, she was happy she waited for Harry and declined Ron – with a knee and axe kick to the balls.
"Harry, make love to me…"
"Whatever you want Hermione."
He laid her down softly, pressing against her shoulders as she moved her hands down his sides and his hips. She saw him stiffen. The way it bounced a bit when it hit her skin, she wondered how much pain it might end up causing her. She had no time to think, because Harry began to rub against her, and she could only moan in reply.
Merlin he's good at that. I'm getting hard again.
Harry could tell. He saw her breast muscles tighten up and her nipples standing. He stroked them, and it excited her in all the right ways. He pinched a bit, and she screamed.
"Ooh, Harry, not so hard."
"I'm sorry love. I'll keep that in mind."
"Aaahhhh"
She moaned as she felt the contractions coming. She felt like coming now, but it wasn't over yet, and she loved every moment of it.
Patience Hermione, patience – they call it climax for a reason. OOOOHHH Harry, keep at it!
She kept screaming in pleasure more and more as Harry joined in when he felt her labial folds harden again. She bucked again, and she came. This time, Harry saw a bit of blood. Her hymen had ripped a while back already, but it just bled now. This time, Harry was sure she was a virgin.
"Do you want me to wait until later before – "
"NO! I want you NOW!"
She pulled him in, and looked him in the eye, with sweat falling in beads from the crown of her head. He kissed her, and then it began. She guided it into her, and as he teased, she moaned. After a couple of good pokes, he went in, slowly but surely. Hermione screamed, but motioned with a nod to keep going when he stopped for half a second. He kept it at half his length, until she got used to it. She was panting.
Ow, that hurt a little…but it hurt so good…
She kissed him, and as she continued tongue lashing for a couple of seconds, she forgot the pain. Harry pulled her down to the side of the bed so he could stand instead of struggle pushing himself in and out. He pulled apart her
"Thrust into me Harry, thrust into meeeeee!"
As soon as she said that, Harry got in deeper, and then began to pump slowly. She moaned when he got in a couple of times, and her hips moved at their own accord. Harry began to sweat, and when a bead of sweat fell on her, she got even hotter. She snogged him hard, and pushed herself against him. He got the idea, and began to thrust with more speedy gusto.
Oh my God. Harry, he's…one with me, and it feels sooo good…HARREEEE
Hermione gripped into his neck and hair, and their breaths mixed in their passionate fury. It was true what they said – they were beginning to see stars as they closed their eyes. Their painful-sounding moans of absolute pleasure only heightened their sensual groping. Harry slid his hands from her breasts, down to her hips, and down to her butt. After a couple of minutes, Hermione's toes began to curl hard into the bed sheets, and she went up to pull Harry down on her. Harry gripped moved his hands to the small of her back and he went into her even harder. Going in at their set rhythm, she began to sink her nails into his back, signaling the beginning of her orgasm. They were nearing climax, and both using up so much energy that it was a miracle that they weren't spent. Harry felt it coming, and tried to pull out, beginning to push against the bed.
I knew that he'd try that. Oh no you don't Harry! You're not stopping this freight train!
She hooked her legs together, and Harry let out a moan of sharp discomfort – more of rapturous moaning really, but it's kind of sounded like that.
"HERMIONE, I CAN'T HOLD ON ANY LONGER, LET ME GO OR I'LL – "
"HARREEEE…com-come inside me!"
When Harry heard the words come and inside, he thought of only one thing:
OH SHIT, DID I JUST HEAR THAT?! Oh well, if she knows what she's doing, I'm…
The two let out a unified scream of peak orgasm. And after a second and a half of muscle tightening and hip-bucking, Harry fell on top of her, and she uncrossed her legs.
Oh God, I feel like my face melted.
I feel like I've got to Heaven and died. I wonder how Harry liked it.
"You…were…amazing." The satiated witch said between heavy pants in the wizard's ear.
"You…were…insane. And I love you even more for that Hermione Granger." He said in reply.
She kissed him lightly, and her eyes begged the question – 'how'd it feel?'
"What went through your mind while we climaxed anyway?"
"I'd ask you the same question."
"Umm…you see, I'm kind of worried if you're ok with my sperm in you."
"Oooh," she said coyly. "Why would you say that, Harry? Aren't you ready to have me carry your baby? I mean, if you intend to marry me, why not do it now?"
Harry shot a perplexed look at her.
"Hmmm…well, if you think about it, weren't you the one who said we should wait until we're done with school?"
"Are you insinuating that you don't want to have a baby with me?" She said with an aggravated tone.
"No, no! I was just worried if you'd be alright with carrying a kid for 9 months during your sixth year at Hogwarts. I would be happy to proclaim that you were my wife, love, and best friend to Hogwarts, the rest of England, and the whole world for that matter. I was just wondering if you weren't caught up in the moment, like you were with Viktor, and me with Cho. I mean, the last thing I want to do is make your life uncomfortable love. And I just imagine a teenage pregnancy, could be uncomfortable."
Hermione looked at him for a second, with a look and glare ready to kill. A second later though, it shifted into a cute laugh.
Oh God, why did I ever doubt if Harry would EVER not want a child with me. I think I am mad.
"I was just joking Harry. Of course I'm not ready for one." She said sounding quite delighted.
Harry squint his eyes, scratched his head slowly, and mused. "So…why'd you let me come in you?"
OOOHHH, so THAT'S why he freaked out.
She laughed out boisterously, and her head fell down the side of the bed when she moved away to keep from seeing Harry's face.
"Hey, why are you laughing so hard?" Harry said with a laugh.
Hermione glanced back and laughed even more.
"What, is there something on me?"
"No, no, it's not that. It's just that…I can't believe you didn't think I thought of taking an infertility potion. I mean, you did lend me your Potions book, didn't you?"
"Yes, I did."
"So you're aware of the Half Blood Prince's WONDERFUL short-cuts and sure-fire potions right?"
"Oh yeah! So you, made sure?"
"Yeah. Why did you think I let you come inside me?"
"Honestly, I thought you were either mad, caught up in the moment, both, or really wanted my kid."
She climbed on top of him and knocked him on his head before kissing him.
"Harry, I realize that this is no time to have a kid yet, but just so you know…as soon as you finish Voldemort and we're happily out of Hogwarts, I'll be glad to have your child."
Harry looked at her and replied somewhat sad, which troubled Hermione. "Yeah, wouldn't want our child to end up fatherless."
"HARRY!"
"Hermione, I'm not exactly as strong as Volde- " Hermione slapped him. "Ow! What was that for?!"
"Harry James Potter, you are just as strong, more intelligent, and are plain greater than Tom Riddle will EVER be. Do not even think about dying on me, because if you do, I will figure out a way to revive you, just so I could kill you myself, is that clear?!"
Tears began to well up in Hermione's eyes. Harry looked at her, surprise glazed all over his face. "Hermione, I…"
"Harry…" She said, with a less excited tone that told of sorrowful pangs from deep inside her heart. "I don't want to lose you…I don't want to think of losing you, I don't want to even hear any talk which goes on the verge of that train of thought…I love you Harry…and that's not the Amortentia talking. I fucking love you, and I'll be damned if I even let you think of leaving me."
Harry took her in his arms, took her head by the hair and kissed her.
"Hey…stop that. I'm sorry, ok? I didn't know it would upset you so much."
"You think?"
"Well, I'm still worried that I'll lose."
"THEN TRAIN HARRY! TRAIN UNTIL YOU'RE AS GOOD AS DUMBLEDORE, TRAIN UNTIL– "
This time, Harry cut her off by kissing her. "Hey, I promise you that I will never leave you. I won't let myself die, because the last thing I ever want is to put tears in those eyes. I'll be damned if I let Voldemort ever touch you, which he will, to get to me. I'd kill for you Hermione."
She smiled, but still some tears issued from her eyes.
Awwwww…I love this Wizard. I love him more than I can ever express…even if that last line WAS kind of morbid.
He held her in his arms, cradling her side to side.
"I love you more than you will ever know."
"I know…and I love you more with every day that goes by."
"I love you more…"
"No, I love you more…"
"Well," he said as he let go of her, staring her blankly in the eye. "I suppose we'll have to prove to each other just who's wrong."
"No dearest one, we'll have to prove to each other we're both right."
With that, they cuddled, and they kissed, and held one another 'til they fell asleep in eachother's arms
-To be Continued
Note: This would have been longer, but I thought I'd write a seperate chapter people could go back to constantly if they needed some fix for smutt :))
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