Chapter 3 – Nights in White Satin
Harry and Hermione walked slowly up the stairs of the West Tower. At the top, they kissed briefly and then separated, each heading for a certain chair. Harry arrived first, and looked around. It was just as he remembered, and memories flooded his mind as he thought about what they had done here and the love they shared.
He stopped and thought about what he wanted to do now, quickly conjuring a set of white satin sheets and pillowcases for the bed. He had more he was going to do, but he was interrupted as Hermione arrived. He took her hand, looking deeply into her eyes. "Have I told you often enough how much I love you?" She smiled.
"Yes, but I never get tired of hearing you say it. Each time, I tingle a little, like a day long ago when you told me about your morning by the lake." Now Harry smiled too.
"It looks like we started something…I mean, first Ron and Mandy, and now Neville and Ginny. Who's next?"
Hermione looked at him for a moment. "Well, we could work on Fred and George," she said with a giggle, "but right now I want to work on US!" Harry was amazed that she still wanted him so often, given her condition. Must be hormones, he thought, not that he was complaining.
They both undressed and moved together onto the bed, snuggling close. Harry slowly kissed and nibbled on her ear, and she immediately began to respond. Then she stopped him.
"Do you realize we have ALL NIGHT! There's no curfew, and we don't even have to get up for breakfast if we don't want to." Harry smiled, and then widened his grin.
"What?" she asked.
"I was thinking about lying here with you the first time. It was so wonderful, but we were so nervous." Now she was grinning too.
"Why did we wait so long? Couldn't we figure it out? Did we really not know?"
Harry looked at her thoughtfully. "I guess, well I can only answer for me, but, well, I guess I didn't want to risk it. What if you said no? Would I ruin what I already had?" She smiled.
"I guess I didn't really give you many clues." Then her face changed. "I should have known you were too dumb…you couldn't even figure out Cho!"
Harry grinned. "Be very careful, Ms. Granger. Comments like that could get you in big trouble," he said and poked a sensitive spot on her side. She giggled.
"Should I be scared? Wow, could I get in any more trouble?" Saying this, she pointed at her bulging stomach. Harry laughed, and slid his hand over her belly, resting it gently between her thighs, his fingers reaching for the moisture within.
"You're so beautiful," he cooed, and then kissed her cheek. Her eyes moistened.
"Harry, I'm fat, and you're just responding to hormones."
Harry looked thoughtful, gazing at the wall as if studying an invisible parchment floating in front of him. "You're right! You are fat! But I still love you, and they're your hormones so it's still your fault." He patted her belly, and then thought about something else…something from years ago. He rolled over and got up.
"Where are you going?"
"Just here," he said as he stepped over to a set of shelves. He picked up a book and turned, looking at her. "Do you suppose we should turn this in? It's probably overdue." Hermione just grinned.
Then he set the book aside and picked up a bottle sitting next to it. "It's been a long time," he said as he turned and walked back to the bed, shaking the bottle.
Hermione smiled as he used his wand to warm its contents, and then poured the oil over her curving belly and breasts. Then he began to massage her entire body, playing with each sensitive spot. Her breasts had grown larger, in anticipation of the impending birth, and her nipples were now dark chocolate, even more sensitive than before.
She had removed her nipple rings, replacing the metal with a thin piece of fishing line that the healer had said would preserve the piercing but not interfere with nursing a child. Harry missed the rings, but he could tug on the loops of line, and it was almost the same. He was still amazed at the effect it had.
He loved watching her face as he brought her up and over the top. He had been surprised to find out how much enjoyment he could get from giving her pleasure. His maturing view of love included a realization that his own satisfaction was far less important to him than he thought it would be. Now he often went the entire evening without considering his own needs, because he found such reward in pleasing her. In her current condition, it was easier to enjoy himself without penetration, although he knew she wanted to get on top at some point. He began to slide his fingers deeper within her, bringing her to yet another climax, blowing wet kisses into her ear. Finally, after she came again, Harry slowly guided her back down to earth, calling her name gently and professing his love. Her smile said life would never be better, but each time she thought that, she found it did get better.
As she rested beside him, her thoughts began to race, but at slow-motion speed. She was a little girl again, wondering why she hadn't gotten hurt falling from the tree…she was 11, and her letter from Hogwarts had just arrived…she was still 11 and met Harry Potter on the train…she was smiling as Dumbledore awarded her points for defeating the Devil's Snare…she was older, and Harry was looking across the table at her…she was smiling because they had successfully rescued Sirius…she was leading Harry and Umbridge into the forest, laughing to herself about what was going to happen…she was watching Harry hold the house cup, with the snitch still in his hand…she was 16, and kissing Harry in a vacant classroom, explaining the rules…she was still 16, and sitting on this same bed, waiting for Harry to arrive…it was New Years Eve, and Harry was proposing…it was the night before the war ended, and she discovered she was pregnant. Every day her life got better, and it was all because of Harry. Now they were together again, in THEIR room. Now it was her turn.
Hermione rolled slowly to her side, and reached over to the bottle of oil. Harry lay still, waiting to see what was coming, knowing he would enjoy it. Hermione raised herself to a kneeling position next to him and began pouring, starting with a pool in his navel. He smiled as she put the bottle down and began to run her hands over his chest. Before they were together, he had never thought that his nipples were particularly sensitive. That was a girl thing. Now, thanks to Hermione, he knew differently, and she continued to treat him by squeezing and massaging his chest and nipples, sometimes using her mouth and tongue in ways he found delicious.
After a while, she moved, kissing and playing with his ears and neck. Then she slowly got up and rose over him. She guided his erection into her and descended upon him, moving very slowly, enjoying his penetration. Harry surrendered completely, and she worked him slowly, prolonging his pleasure for what seemed like hours. Ultimately, he came and she talked him back down, continually thanking him for everything he meant to her.
Finally, they simply held each other, feeling the spent joy of two slippery, oily bodies rubbing against each other in harmony. They felt each other's love without words, and needed nothing more. Their world was complete.
