Dinner, Dancing and More
Disclaimer: As I'm not making any money from this, chances are I don't own the characters.
Hermione stood gracefully as Harry pulled her chair back after their dinner that evening. He left the payment for the bill and a generous tip on the table and after she had looped her arm through his, led the way out of the restaurant. She felt the gazes of the female population following them and felt a surge of pride. 'Eat your hearts out, girls. I know him, have for years, he's hotter than he was in school, and he was sizzling then. But tonight, he's lean, he's mean, and he's 'mine'!' She giggled softly at that last thought.
"What?" Harry asked, smiling down at her. She waved him off.
"Nothing, just something that I noticed. All the women in there were staring at you."
"Well, that's because I have such a great bum." He shook it a little, making her laugh. "You didn't notice all the guys staring at you?"
"With this crazy hair, are you kidding me?" Hermione laughed. "Where are we going now?"
"Just up the street a bit. There's a club that Ron told me about that's run by Muggle-borns, just like the hotel, and they play mostly Muggle music. From what he said, it attracts a lot of Purebloods as well."
They walked a little further and Hermione heard a pounding beat from a large violent purple building that was on the corner. They came closer to it and she noticed the line that wrapped around the side of the building.
"Looks as if we're going to have to wait a while, Harry," she said. He gave her a mischievious grin that would have made his father proud, and holding up a finger, left her standing there, and headed to the door. He had a short conversation with the bouncer and motioned her to join him as the man unhooked the black velvet rope that barred anyone from entering. She made her way to the front of the line, again conscious of the women that were ogling Harry. He took her hand and she heard a few hisses of jealousy from two of the women waiting in the queue. Inside, his money was waved off and they were admitted into the main room. Hermione had to voice her suspicion about this.
"You told them who you are, didn't you?" He grinned and held a finger to his lips.
"Do you want anything to drink?" he asked as a waitress walked by, a tray floating over her head. She nodded and Harry waved another waitress over.
"What can I get you?" she asked when she reached them a minute later.
"Do you have Muggle drinks, or just Wizard?" Harry asked over the bass beat.
"Both. The owners like to offer a variety since they are Muggle-borns."
"O.K. I'll have a double Jack and Coke. Hermione?"
"I'll have the same thing." Harry looked at her in surprise as the woman walked away.
"You're going to drink something 'that' strong?" he asked incredulously.
"What about you? You ordered it first. Besides, I'm on holiday, I can cut loose too, you know."
Harry smiled. The woman reappeared with their drinks and set them on the rail that ran the length of the club behind them. Again, his money was waved off, and Hermione's as well, given that she was with Harry Potter, the hero of the Wizarding world, the man that defeated Voldemort once and for all. Hermione shrugged and slid the money pouch back into its hiding place, inside her bra. Harry felt a slight surge through his lower body as she did this and thought to himself, 'Knock it off, Potter! You just became friends again. You want to ruin it before you get back to where you were?'
"Well, Hermione," he said after taking a large sip of his drink, "I brought you here to dance, not stand along the wall like a couple of coat racks." Hermione laughed, and took the arm that he offered to her. They stepped onto the dancefloor just as a new song began. He took her hand and let his body move to the sound of the music that pumped through the speakers surrounding them. He recognized the song. He had heard it from his own Muggle radio that he had enchanted to work at his house.
"I like this song," he said into her ear as he pulled her close to his body to prevent her from being shoved by the people behind her.
"What is it? It sounds familiar, but I don't know the name."
"It's 'Kryptonite' by Three Doors Down." He swayed with her for a few seconds more, then pulled away as the chorus neared. She now knew the song and anticipated the increase in the tempo as it hit and they both let the music take over them for the twenty seconds that it ran, then moved closer to each other again for the second verse. The next time the chorus came, Harry held onto Hermione, moving his body against hers through to the last tempo increase. She felt her face flush for a second, then allowed him to lead her in the dance, disappointed when he moved away near the end of the song. He left the floor entirely when the song ended and another began, leaving her standing there alone.
She became a little angry when she saw him retrieve his drink from the rail and take a large gulp of it, but was determined not to let it get to her, and decided to show him how she danced when she was alone in her bedroom, as the next song was one that she knew well, living in Muggle London. It was Outkast's 'Hey Ya!', and she delighted in the expression on his face as she spun, dipped and moved every part of her body in time to the music.
Harry watched her in disbelief, and the stirring in his groin increased even more than when it had caused him to leave the floor. The middle of the song made him even harder as she did exactly as the song directed and shook her body in the most provocotive way. He downed the rest of his drink and ordered another just as the song ended and 'Hot in Herre' started. Hermione was getting irritated at Harry. Here she was showing him her best moves and he was just standing at that bloody rail, getting piss drunk! Well forget it, she knew that she was attracting the attention of several men around her and moved to dance with one of them.
Harry's blood started to boil when Hermione wrapped her arms around the neck of a man that looked as if he only wanted one thing from her and slamming his glass down on the rail, he stalked out onto the dancefloor as 'Bump, Bump, Bump' started playing and pulled her away from the stocky blond and wrapped his arms posessively around her waist. He completely let go for this song, not hiding the state his body was in from her. She stiffened as she felt his erection against her hip, but a sly smile played on her lips and she decided to use this to her advantage. She ground her bum into his groin, recieving the same from him in return, and for each time she bumped into him, he bumped back, making his intentions clear. He had claimed her for his own, and wanted her to know it. She grabbed his hand when the song ended and dragged him off the floor. She wanted him desperately and hurried out of the club, pulling a more than willing Harry behind her.
"Hermione, where are we going?" he asked, slightly breathless from their pace. She was looking for a secluded area, she wasn't sure that she would be able to make it back to the hotel. She pulled him into a deserted alley and slammed him into the wall.
"What are we doing here?" Hermione's hands went for his belt and pulled it open as quickly as she could, then moved to the fastenings of his jeans. Even though he knew full well, he asked, "What are you doing?"
"I want you, Harry. I want you right here and right now." She got the button undone and pulled the zipper down, sliding her hand inside as it went. Harry's breath caught in his throat as she palmed him through his boxers. Hermione stroked his length through the soft cotton, feeling the searing heat he was giving off. She loved the way his breathing increased as she touched him, knowing that she was the cause. His hands found their way to her bare shoulders, slipped the straps of her top off, and were followed by soft butterfly kisses while she licked and nipped at his pulse point.
Hermione had no intention of stopping, that much was clear to Harry when she pulled his boxers down to the middle of his thighs and sank to her knees in front of him. It was dark, so he couldn't see her, but he almost jumped out of his skin when he felt her warm tongue touch his tip, then slide down to the base and back again. Harry let his head fall back against the wall when her lips wrapped around the head and he let out a soft moan. She pulled back after a second.
"Do you like that?" she asked.
"Oh, God, yes. Why did you stop?" He waited for her answer, but recieved nothing. "Hermione?"
"It's the first time I've ever done that," she said softly.
"Really?"
"Yes. And I'm worried that I won't do it right. You'll let me know if I do it wrong, won't you?"
"Hermione," Harry said, "From how you started, I don't think you 'could' do it wrong. Of course I would really have no basis for comparison."
"What do you mean?" Hermione asked.
"This is also the first time that anyone's ever done this to me."
"Are you telling me that Susan never...?" Hermione was surprised.
"Well, it's not like she didn't try, I guess I just never really had any interest in doing anything sexual with her," Harry replied, "In fact, I don't think that we ever saw each other." After a moment's silence, he realized that he would have to explain his last statement. "Naked. At least, I know I never saw her."
Hermione was glad now that it was dark in this alley. She blushed furiously at the thought of Harry seeing her naked, even though she had every intention of making it with him at this very moment. In fact, she was unable to see the part of him that she was currently stroking, the part that made him moan when she leaned forward and licked softly, then wrapped her entire mouth around. She was thoroughly enjoying being the first woman to give him this pleasure and set into doing what she could to give him as much of it as she could.
Harry sighed when Hermione started sliding her mouth up and down his member. For someone who had never done this before, she seemed to be an expert at it.
Except for that! He jumped in pain and Hermione pulled away from him.
"Did I hurt you?"
"Um,...yeah, just a little," he said. He could sense her disappointment.
"What did I do?" she asked.
"Well, I know it's sort of a sensitive subject with you, especially after Malfoy teased you so badly in fourth year, but...um..."
"Harry, are you trying to say that the problem is my teeth?"
"Sort of. I know that you didn't mean to, but they sort of raked my skin for a second there, and that's what hurt." To his surprise, Hermione giggled in the darkness.
"Ginny warned me that if I ever tried this, I would have to be careful of my teeth, I suppose that I should have listened to her. Should I try it again?"
Without waiting for an answer, her mouth descended upon him again, and Harry's head hit the wall. This time was completely different, she was using her lips to protect him and they formed a seal around his shaft at the same time, making the inside of her mouth work with a lot more suction. He couldn't contain the moan that escaped his lips, and he buried his hands in her hair, making sure not to pull on the strands and make her stop doing this to him.
Hermione felt him relax when she'd continued, and his hands gently wound their way into her frizzy hair, but he was careful not to pull. She took this as a good sign and took more of his erection into her mouth, stopping only when he touched the back of her throat. Ginny had also warned her about the gag reflex, and she was a little wary to go any further on Harry and have the possibility of her gagging turning him off to doing anything else with her. But instead, she recieved another moan from him, and made the decision to go as far as her throat would let her. Harry was shocked that she continued to swallow more of him, and nearly lost it when she reached his base a few seconds later. His knees nearly went out from under him, but he braced himself against the wall with one hand, leaving the other to run down Hermione's head to her shoulder. When he reached it, he slid his hand under her arm to pull her upright.
"What's wrong, Harry?'' she asked. She felt his arms wrap around her and suddenly his lips were pressed against hers. She had been kissed before, by Viktor, Ron, even Mark. But none of them kissed like Harry. He started softly, teasing her lips open with his tongue, asking her for admittance, then when she opened, he moved it in a sensual mating dance with hers. Without knowing how or when, she felt that the wall was now behind her, and one of Harry's hands was moving down her hip and around to the front of her jeans. He paused, letting her give him permission to continue. She answered by wrapping one arm around his neck and moving him further down with her other hand. He took her hint, undoing the button on the waistband and slid his hand inside, the zipper giving to allow him room to move. He felt her knickers were already damp and smiled into their kiss. She gasped as his fingers traced her through the soft cotton, running up between her folds and gently pressing it all against her throbbing clit. She pulled her mouth from his.
"Harry, please," she begged. He nodded and pushed the garments down. She kicked them off, wrapped her legs around his waist and bit her lip. Harry moved closer to her, pressing her against the wall and noticed in the dim light that came into the alley as the moon started to move over the top of the building they were against as he was about to enter her, an expression of total fear. He stopped moving.
"Hermione, what is it? I won't hurt you, you know that." Her reply was almost to soft for him to hear.
"That's just it. You 'are' going to hurt me."
"Why would I do that? I don't want to hurt you, not for any reason. The only way that I would hurt you right now is if..." He saw the confirmation in her eyes. "This is your first time, isn't it?" She nodded and lowered her feet to the ground. Harry stepped back as she pushed past him. She gathered up her jeans and pulled them on, tears threatening to fall. He pulled his own jeans to his waist, did up the fastenings and his belt, turned her around gently and raised her face to meet his. "Hermione, do you really want to do this?" She met his eyes in the faint light. "Do you really want me to make love to you?" She nodded.
"I have for the longest time, Harry," she whispered. Harry was shocked.
"You have?"
"Yes. Even more since we broke off our friendship, actually." She wrapped her arms around herself. "Because it was then that I realized that I loved you."
"Well, I loved you, too. That's why I'm glad we became friends again, and I'm just trying to be sure that you want to make this more than friendship."
"No, Harry. I meant that I realized that I was 'in' love with you."
Hermione shoved past a totally astounded Harry and ran from the alley. He stood there for only a second before following her. He caught a brief glimpse of her as he came out onto the street just before she Apparated.
"Great, now where did she go?" he grumbled to himself. Then it came to him. Hoping that he was right, he Apparated back to the hotel lobby. Sure enough, Hermione was heading up the stairs. Harry ran after her, catching her just as she was closing the door to her room.
"Hermione, wait. Don't leave it like this, please."
"Leave it like what, Harry?" she asked, "Tell you that I'm in love with you? That I've wanted to sleep with you for at least the last two years, in fact, saved myself just for you? I have never been so embarrassed and I just want to go home. I'll be leaving in the morning, and you won't have to worry about my feelings anymore. Good-night, Harry." She attempted to close the door, but he stopped it with one arm.
"What are you talking about? You're leaving? Even though we just became friends again, you want to go as if nothing ever happened?" Hermione stepped out into the hallway and pulled the door shut. "Why are you embarassed, anyway?"
"Because of the fact that I told you that at all. I didn't intend for you to find out this way. I'm really happy that we're friends again, but I can't deal with the pain that I just caused myself. I told you all of that, and I should have realized that you may not feel the same way. Now, I'm going to bed. Please, just leave me alone. I'll send you an owl when I get back to London, but until then, I just want to be left alone."
She spun around and turned the doorknob, realizing too late that it was locked, and her key was with her money pouch, right where she had thrown them upon entering, on the coffee table. She hung her head.
"What is it?" Harry asked. Hermione sighed as she turned back to face him.
"I'm locked out."
"Oh. Well, doesn't the front desk have a master key?" Hermione nodded.
"Yes, but the owners close the desk at ten. It's half past, now," she said, looking at her watch, then covering her face with her hands. "What am I going to do?" she moaned. "I want nothing more than to go to bed, and I can't even do that! Can this night get any worse?" Harry took one of her hands and led her to his room. "What are you doing?"
"You're going to stay in my room tonight." He saw her hesitate. "I'll sleep on the sofa," he added, pulling his key out and slipping it into the lock. He opened the door and gestured for her to enter. She smiled thankfully at him and walked into the room glancing around as Harry turned the lights on with his wand. She jumped as his hands landed on her shoulders a second later. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," he said as he moved around to her line of vision.
"Well, since the rooms all seem to be set up the same way, you know that the bedroom's down the hall, and the bathroom is right across from it. I just need a pillow and I'm fine for the night." Hermione looked down the hall towards the room, kicked off her sandals and spun around to look at Harry. She waited for him to take off his shoes, stepped over to him and leaned down to grab his hand when he had dropped them on the floor.
"What are you doing?" he asked as she dragged him off the sofa and down the hall, throwing him bodily into the bedroom. He lost his balance and fell on his stomach on the bed, Hermione diving onto his back a second later. He grunted as she landed on him and flipped him over. "I guess that answers my question," he said, laughing as he looked up at her, still unsure as to what she had in mind. She took hold of the tail of her tank top and pulled it over her head, revealing a bright blue demi-cup lace bra underneath.
"Are you sure?" he asked, pulling himself up onto his elbows as she reached around to unhook the garment. She paused, met his eyes and nodded, lowering her arms back to her sides.
"I've never been so sure of anything in my life, Harry. I've wanted you for the last two years and I'm not letting you go until I get what I want. I don't care if you don't feel the same way that I do, I just want you to be inside me." She lay down on his chest, meeting his lips with hers and thrusting her tongue into his mouth. He felt her hands running down his sides and squirmed. "What's the matter?" she asked. "Are you ticklish?" She gave him a test tickle to find out and when he pulled away, she laughed. "You 'are'! I'm going to have to keep that in mind for later, but right now, I need you." She slid her hands between them and cupped him through his jeans before undoing the button and pulling them down his legs. Harry sat up, tugged his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor.
Hermione's eyes darkened as she saw this part of him, especially the scar that ran across his right side along his bottom rib. She had seen this before, but at the time it had been bleeding and had a piece of wood sticking out of it. That had been immediately after his return from the final battle and was the only reminder of that fight. She reached out and ran her fingers along the thin five inch ridge, then looked into his eyes. "Does it still bother you?"
"No, not so much any more. Just when I'm really tired or I've been hit by a bludger." He closed the subject, not wanting to talk about his scars, by pulling her with him as he lay down and kissed her gently while he ran his hands down her back to her bra clasp, releasing it, fumbling a little in the process. Hermione rose up and pulled it off, giggling.
"Harry, one would think that you'd never taken a girl's bra off before." He flushed slightly.
"I haven't," he admitted. Hermione chuckled.
"What, they've always done it for you?"
"No, I've just never had reason to do it," he replied, his flush deepening as he struggled to restrain his hands from reaching up and roaming over her newly revealed flesh. She cocked her head to one side, watching his face for any sign of explanation of his last remark.
"She kept it on?" Harry shook his head and pulled his eyes to hers.
"I'm a virgin, Hermione," he said to her surprise.
"Are you serious?" Harry nodded.
"I've really never had any physical interest in any girl. Not since..." He lowered his eyes briefly, then sighed deeply and realized that he had to be totally honest with her, the way she had been with him. "Not since our seventh year just before the final battle. The day that Colin was going around taking all those pictures, actually," he said, giving in to his hands' resistance to be held back and let them finally touch her while he continued. "You want to know why I couldn't talk to you about how I was feeling then? How I was 'really' feeling?" Hermione sighed at his touch and nodded, her eyelids drooping in pleasure. "I couldn't say anything to you because you would have found out about the girl that I was in love with and I didn't want her to feel trapped by the media that was following me all the time, so I didn't tell her. I regret it now, but I hope that I can correct what I've done." He forced his hands back down. "Hermione, are you listening to me?" Her eyes snapped open in disappointment. She had been on the verge of release, and he'd stopped touching her. "Hermione?"
"Yes, Harry, I'm listening to you. But doesn't the media pretty much leave you alone now?" She wished desperately for him to resume his previous task, her nipples tingled from his caresses.
"They only leave me alone beacause they don't know where I live. It's unplottable, and I named Ron and Luna as my secret keepers so that I could live a normal life for once. No one else knows where I am, unless I go out into public, and the people in my villiage have followed my wishes to leave me alone for the most part. I do have a lot of friends there, and no one is going to sell me out to the Daily Prophet. But back to what I was saying before. I fell in love with this girl, but didn't tell her for her own safety even though it broke my heart to do it." Hermione bit her lip. She didn't really want to hear about the lucky girl that had claimed Harry's heart, but it seemed that he insisted upon telling his story now. She squirmed uncomfortably on his lap for a minute until his hands clamped down on her hips, forcing her to be still. She had to smile when she saw the look of desire on his face.
'You may hold his heart, whoever you are,' she thought, 'But right now, he's with 'me', and 'I'm' the one that he's going to lose his virginity to. Well, at least, I will be if he ever gets around to it!' She realized that if she wanted him to get a move on, she was going to have to be the one to start it.
"Harry, must we really talk about this now? Especially in the state of undress that we are in?" She leaned forward, brushing her hard nipples against his chest. His eyes followed their movement like a cat stalking its prey, and she thought that she had won, but he inturrupted her inner shout of triumph.
"Hermione, I want nothing more than to see the rest of you, but first, I have to tell you this. I have to get this out into the open, because it's been drowning me for the last two years. I want you know exactly why I couldn't tell you what was going on with me at the end of last year."
"You already did, Harry. You said you didn't want me to find out who the girl was and have the Prophet find out as well."
"Yes, but I need to tell you the name of the girl." Hermione slid off his lap and reached for her shirt. She couldn't stand much more of this. Why did he insist upon doing things to hurt her? "Hermione," he said, "What are you doing?" She stood there in front of him, her tanktop clenched to her chest, and sighed.
"I'm going home, Harry. You want to dwell in the past and on some girl that didn't even know that you fancied her, and I can't be with you right now." She tugged the top on and turned to go, but Harry shot up off the bed and stopped her.
"You didn't let me finish! Please, don't do this. Don't leave." He took her hand and pulled her back to the bed, sitting down, but released her when she didn't do the same. She stood there in front of him, her eyes lowered and staring at the floor, not wanting to get as close to him as she had been just a few minutes ago. She knew she was about to hear the name that she would hate for the rest of her life, and tried to keep out his words when he spoke.
"Now are you going to stay and listen to this? I really need you to hear it." He bent down, looking up at her face as she wouldn't look at him. She nodded, closing her eyes in attempt to block the coming pain. "Are you, really?" Again she nodded. Harry sighed. "Hermione, I need you to look at me. I want to see your eyes, please." She opened them and met his through her teardrop studded lashes.
"Harry, just get on with it already. You want to say this so badly, but you seem to be more interested in what I'm doing," she whispered, the pain evident in her voice, and dropped her eyes to the floor once more.
"All right, then. The reason I couldn't tell you about how I was feeling, and the reason that I was protecting the girl from the Prophet, and the reason that I was getting so angry with you all the time is because...well, you were getting too close to finding out who she was, but I want to tell you now. I think we both may have been spared a lot of pain if I had just told you then how I felt about you." She started, her head snapped up and she searched his green eyes. He smiled back at her.
"Are you telling me that the girl that you fell in love with...was 'me'?" To her disapointment, he shook his head.
"No, Hermione. The girl that I fell in love with 'is' you. Present tense. I cannot stop thinking about you. The whole time I was with Susan, I was comparing her to you, and she was always coming up short. I would have a date with her and spend the night wishing that I was back home, where I could look at the photo album that Hagrid gave me after first year. That's the only place that I could see you as we'd made it clear that we didn't want to be friends anymore. What a bunch of mistakes I made. I should have just told you that I had fallen in love with you. Even if you didn't feel the same way, we would have been able to save our friendship and not spent the last two years wondering what happened and been in relationships that neither of us would have normally gotten into." He reached out and lay his hands on her hips. "I didn't want Rita Skeeter to be chasing you around after what you did in fourth year, and even though she's still afraid of what you'll do to her, you knowing she's an unregistered Animagus, she would love to have something on you, and me, to get her job at the Prophet back to where it was, and you don't need all that bad attention."
"Harry, I don't care what that cow says or does anymore. I stopped caring when we left school. Well, not entirely, but when I didn't see your name in the Prophet or the Quibbler for a while, I dropped the whole thing with Rita and have just been trying to live my life. She didn't even say anything when I got together with Mark, so I knew then that she was only interested in people that are still connected with you." Harry inturrupted her.
"Yeah, I know. She wrote that big article about Ron and Luna's wedding, and at least a third of it was about me and my date, and that being the reason you didn't show." Hermione took hold of his hands and moved them to the hem of her shirt.
"Harry, we have all the time in the world to talk about this, but I want to do something else right now." He understood her meaning and pulled her shirt over her head as she knelt in front of him. He slid his hands under her arms and pulled her up into his lap, meeting her lips with his own. Hermione moaned softly when her nipples crushed against Harry's bare chest, and merged her tongue with his with total abandon. She felt him harden beneath her, his groan against her mouth when she ground her pelvis into his. Hermione reached between them to undo her jeans and raised up to push them down. Harry, feeling what she was doing, reached up to help her, one hand joining hers, the other on her back while he lay back on the bed to give her room to maneuver without breaking their kiss. They got her jeans off and she collapsed onto Harry, knocking the both of them flat on the bed. They laughed, Hermione raising onto one arm and looking down at him in wonder.
"What is it?" he asked apprehensively. He didn't want any further inturruptions now that they had finally straightened out the problem that had been between them for the last two years. Hermione smiled reasuringly.
"Nothing. I've just been dreaming of this moment, and I hoped that I would be with you when it happened. Thankfully, my wish has come true."
She tugged at the waistband of his boxers, gently pulling them over his member, rising to her knees to remove them entirely before looking at the final part of Harry Potter that she had yet to see. Harry watched her nervously. He knew that he was larger than normal, changing in the locker rooms with the male members of the England Quidditch team told him that, but this was the first time somone of the opposite sex had seen him, and the fact that it was the woman that he was in love with, one of his best friends from school at that, made him extremely worried about how his body looked.
He let out a silent sigh of mingled relief and pleasure when one of her hands wrapped around his erection. Hermione stroked him gently, picking up a little bit of speed as she went, listening to the sounds Harry was making to let her know what he liked. So far, he seemed to be enjoying everything she did to him, and she intended to keep it that way. She gripped him a little harder.
"Oh, Merlin," Harry moaned. Hermione met his eyes, and smiling slyly, she removed her hand and got up off the bed. He looked extremely disappointed until he realized what her intent was. She turned away from him and started pulling her knickers down. She glanced over her shoulder as her backside was revealed, and gave him another smile before letting them drop to the floor. She kicked them to the side, winked at him and turned slowly back around.
"Oh, my God," he whispered when she faced him. He stared at her close cropped curls and felt his cock twitch with anticipation of what was to come. She climbed back onto the bed, straddled him and resumed her previous activity of driving him crazy. Harry's eyes rolled back in his head when her fingers brushed his tip, and he hissed out his pleasure.
"Hermione, are you sure that you haven't done this before?" he asked. Hermione chuckled and moved to his left, lying on her stomach on the mattress. She licked his length a few times before taking him into her mouth and closing her eyes to concentrate on running her tongue around the head and making him harder than he already was. She changed to a more comfortable position, closer to him, and felt him move at the same time, not knowing what he was doing until she felt his fingers touch her, moving her top leg out of the way, then caressing her wet sex gently. She barely managed to not bite him in surprise, and pulled back to keep from having any more close calls.
"Harry, what are you...? EEEEEP!" she squeaked as his tongue slid across her slit, warm and wet. She let her head fall onto his thigh as he spread her folds with one hand and touched the tip of his tongue to the swollen nub hidden inside. His little licks and nips sent shivers through her, and she said just before she took him into her mouth again, "Are you sure 'you' haven't done this before, Harry?" She felt his smile, he sucked lightly on her clit, then moved lower to the entrance he so desperately wanted to fill.
Hermione felt something starting to build in the pit of her stomach. She had never experienced this before, but wanted it to continue for as long as possible. It made her pick up the pace she had set on Harry's cock, wanting him to feel the same thing. Unfortunately, he had other plans, and pulled away from her a second later, moving across the bed where she couldn't reach him and rolled her flat onto her back while continuing to lap at her steaming box. He gently pushed her legs open as far as they could go, glancing up at her with a lustful gleam in his emerald eyes. They met hers, and it was enough to send her over the edge. Her back arched, her mouth dropped open and she gasped as wave upon wave of her orgasm rushed from her center to the tips of her fingers and toes. When she had come down from the clouds, she saw that Harry was right above her and gazing down into her eyes, silently asking for permission to continue. She reached between them and took hold of his penis, guiding it into place and nodding.
"I promise I'll do my best not to hurt you too much," he whispered, leaning down to kiss her as he started to enter her body. She felt the stretch as Harry slid into her, but he stopped upon reaching her barrier. She looked up at him, noticing the sheen of sweat that had formed on his face, neck and shoulders as a result of his fight to keep from slamming into her. His eyes were clenched shut, and she wondered inanely when he had taken off his glasses. She lifted her hand to his jaw, and he opened his eyes, their color the most brilliant that she had ever seen them, and she smiled reasurringly at him. He nodded and pushed quickly through her maidenhead. Hermione bit her lip in pain as she felt the tear. Harry didn't move for concern of hurting her more, but it took all of his self control to remain still now that he was embedded in her tight wet heat. He needn't have worried as she soon began moving her hips from side to side in attempt to get him to do something.
"Are you all right?" he asked hesitantly. She confirmed that she was by wrapping her legs around him and locking her heels just under his bum.
"I'm fine, Harry," she panted, desperate for him to continue now. "Please, please..." He grinned at her begging.
"Please what?" he asked, still forcing himself not to move. "What do you want me to do? You have to tell me or I don't know." Her chocolate eyes locked with his.
"Fuck me," she moaned. "I want you to fuck me." She sighed with pleasure when he finally began to thrust slowly within her depths. The feeling in her stomach started building again and she bucked against him. He took this to mean he had her permission to move faster and complied. His reward was her nails digging into his shoulders and long drawn out moans.
He knew he wasn't going to last much longer and wanted her to reach the end with him. He slid one hand between them, and began rubbing the pad of his thumb against her clit in time with his thrusts. Harry felt her start to shudder a minute later, accompanied by a series of whimpers that got louder until they bordered on a shriek. He let out a roar that seemed to come from the bottom of his soul and emptied himself into her body. They lay there, panting for a few minutes, still joined until Harry gently pulled out of her and rolled off to one side.
"Dear God," he managed to get out, "Now I really wish I 'had' told you how I felt back in school." Hermione laughed as she rolled over onto her side.
"I wish you had, too. We could have been together all this time, instead of subjecting ourselves to relationships that we had no interest in and possibly permanant celibacy." She drapped her arm over his chest when he pulled her closer to him. He was bordering on falling asleep and she felt the same way, so she kissed his jaw and snuggled close to his body as they both drifted off.