Prompt: Attraction
Title: New and Different
Rating: M
Word Count: 521
Warnings/Notes: Seriously. M rating.
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It's not that they spoke about it; not really. For all of Hermione's need to talk about feelings and emotions, she found that she couldn't quite say a word about what they were doing.
There have been instances; of course they have. But they had been moments that she had simply filed under 'cannot be dealt with' while a few were placed under 'should not be dealt with'.
When Ron asked her if she and Harry ever had a thing, she had scoffed. When Ginny hinted that Harry might have more than friendship on his mind when it came to her, she ignored it. And when Harry kissed her, when he pulled her in, met his lips with hers, only to pull back immediately and sputter an apology, she had shaken her head, said it was all right, and thought that it was nothing more than a mistake.
It was only because Harry was trying to live as a Muggle, she thought. He was attempting to live the life he has always wanted and she was the closest friend who knew what a telephone was as well as the workings of a television. They are simply two friends spending an awful lot of time together and that one action—one mistake—was something that can be blamed on hormones or other such reasons.
But the thing is, that one mistake just kept on happening. She never meant to kiss him on the lips rather than the cheek when they had said goodbye one evening and she never meant to snog him senseless behind an old curtain during the Ministry Christmas Party, hidden from all the world to see. Even now, with her back pressed against a wall and his erection against her hip, Hermione can't help but think that they should talk. But they were at her apartment and his lips were doing glorious things to her neck, so when she plans to push him away, she instead, pulls him closer and begins shoving her hands through his jumper to touch skin.
This is new. This is different. They have never gone so far before.
It's a moment that makes him pull back and look at her. There's tenderness in his eyes when he touches her cheek, and she feels something shift beneath her when he lowers his head to brush his lips against hers oh so gently. It's enough to make her moan, to make her want him to make her his.
They are a flurry of kisses and a tangle of limbs, but none of that matters. He sighs against her skin when he enters her and she moans his name when he bruises her hip. It's quick, uncontrolled and wonderful. And when it is finally done and he collapses on her, Hermione can't help but breathe out, "We need to talk about this," against his neck to hide the unruly blush that has spread across her cheeks.
His chuckle warms her heart, but his humorous gaze and the deep kiss that follows, sparks her skin and makes her tangle her fingers in his hair only to whisper, "Again."