Hermione
"Why I am I so freaking nervous! I defeated a minotaur on my own and killed a freaking hydra with Harry, but this, this has me shaking even more than both of those combined!" she shouted out to Alina from the bathroom. Her hands were shaking so much it was making pulling the strap of her dress over her shoulder almost impossible.
"Oh would you stop it! Come out of there already so I can see you all dressed up!" Alina ordered. Hermione took a few deep breaths trying to calm herself down before walking out of the bathroom and back into her room.
"Wow. That is all I can say, wow!" Alina declared as her eyes darted all over Hermione in her dress.
"Well how bad is it?" she asked Alina nervously, prepared for the worst. Girls like her didn't play dress up. Girls like her wore sweatpants and hoodies. Girls like her didn't pretend to be like other girls and go to fancy balls and put on fancy dresses! After all, you couldn't cuddle up next to a fire and read a book in a dress like this.
"Bad? Hermione you look like a freakin supermodel! Your boobs look huge and your ass looks fantastic in that dress, Harry will be drooling the whole night! I knew I should have gone with a white dress too! Ugh, I wish I looked half as good as you do!" Alina told her, making her blush a little, which was good and helped to calm her nerves down a little.
"Thank you Alina. And you stop being so negative too! I'm jealous of how tan you are! I'm not sure which is whiter, my dress or me," she complimented Alina before pouting again. This type of clothing really wasn't for her and she was sure Harry would notice that.
"Alright we both need to stop it or neither one of us is going to end up making it out of this room!" Alina declared and Hermione noticed that she too kept looking at herself in the mirror nervously.
Both of them had good reason to be nervous today, tonight was the night of the Yule Ball. Normally Christmas evening would have been one of her favorite days, spent at home with her family around a Christmas tree. Today, however, she had spent her day being a nervous wreck.
She and Alina had done Christmas that morning with Marik and Harry. While everyone else seemed calm and collected the entire time, she was panicking on the inside the entire morning. Even Marik, who now hated Christmas since it was the day his parents had been killed and today was the one year anniversary of that day, seemed to be in better spirits than she was.
She found herself countless times getting caught staring at Harry, and more times than that getting caught lost in a nervous daydream. Her anxiety had only been made worse when she received Harry's Christmas present to her, which was a beautiful silver necklace that Harry wanted her to wear tonight. Not only had Harry spent a lot of time and money getting the necklace, but she had also learned that he had even gone so far as to enchant it with a few spells specifically just for her.
The necklace was an amazing gift, and made the small gifts she had given him look like crap. When she had put the necklace on and looked at herself in the mirror it only made her blush and become even more nervous. Of course the necklace was just long enough that its longest point ended just where her cleavage started, meaning that anytime Harry looked at her necklace, he would be looking at her breasts in the process, which meant Hermione would be blushing all night each time she caught him looking at his Christmas gift.
More than the nervous anticipation of Harry staring at her cleavage, was that she honestly had no idea what to expect tonight. She had read up on the Yule Ball as soon as Harry had asked her to be his date. From her reading she had learned that the ball was one of the most romantic events held at school, at least for all but one of the sources she had gone through. For one poor bloke it had been described as "the worst event in the history of the world." Couples would be holding each other closely all night, dancing to slow songs, and stealing kisses when they thought no one was looking, and the braver couples would be sneaking out onto the grounds for. . . well-more. That is what freaked Hermione out the most.
She and Harry had kissed the day of the first task. It had been single handedly the greatest few seconds of her life. Even though the kiss had only been for a few short seconds she had wanted nothing more than for it to go on forever. She had cursed the task for ending countless times and interrupting their kiss just as they had started getting to the really good part.
Since that kiss though, the subject of said kiss, what it meant, and what had changed had not been brought up once. She had been too nervous to ask Harry, and Harry had seemed too busy taking care of her in the hospital and researching the clue for the second task to ask her. So, as a result of this, ever since Harry had asked her to be his date she had been in full-on panic mode. She had no idea if she was expected to dance romantically with him, kiss him, or if Harry merely invited her as just as a friend, because he had to attend the dance. The stress of all that combined with the fact that she had to wear a dress and heels all night only made things worse.
Alina and she had gone to a nearby down a few days back to pick out dresses for the ball. Hermione, for some insane reason that she now did not currently understand, had ended up picking a long revealing white dress. The dress had a small trail behind it, and a long slit that started from the floor near her left foot and made its way all the way up to just about her waist, which meant that the dress showed off a lot of her legs when she moved. The top of her dress was held up by a loan strap over her left shoulder and went up high enough to cover her chest, but low enough that it showed off a good amount of her cleavage, if you could even call it that.
The silver necklace Harry had bought for her was made up of three silver chains, each one a little longer than the next. At the end of the longest chain a small blue sapphire was intertwined inside of a weave of silver wires.
For some insane reason, Hermione at the time she bought the dress, had convinced herself that wearing a dress that showed off her legs and cleavage was a good idea. Now, however, as she stood there staring at herself and Alina in the mirror she was wishing she could use her time-based magic to go back and tell that Hermione that she was an idiot.
She had never considered herself to be a conceited person by any stretch. She was certainly a confident person when it came to most things, but she never was cocky, especially when it came to her looks. She had always considered herself to be average in that department at best. Surprisingly though, as she looked at herself in the mirror she thought that tonight she actually looked quite pretty, and kind of hot if she was to be honest.
She didn't consider herself to be an unsightly woman by any means, but she certainly never considered herself to be a thing of beauty either. If anything, by her standards, compared to Alina and the other girls she knew Hermione would say she was just average looking. She didn't have the amazing long and tan legs like Alina, the overly obvious features that some of the other girls she knew did, nor did she have their flowing long hair that she was always so jealous of. However, she thought that her legs, body, and hair looked pretty good tonight as she moved her dress around, looking at herself more in her reflection.
She felt that what she lacked in the leg department of the dress that she made up for in the chest department somewhat, which came as a surprise to her. She by no means had large breasts, they were bigger than Alina's were, but were by no means that big. However, in the dress she thought her cleavage looked surprisingly pretty good, she had never imagined that she would say that about herself, especially while wearing a dress as revealing as the one she was currently wearing was. Maybe tonight wouldn't be such a bad night for Harry to check out her cleavage. She wondered to herself.
As her mind started to wonder curiously about what Harry would think about her legs and cleavage in the dress, she quickly had to shake her head of all the thoughts and try and distract herself with something else as her cheeks had again started to painfully blush. She decided to check her hair out one more time.
She had decided to wear her hair down tonight, and after spending a good hour deciding on how to fix it she had settled on just curling it slightly and letting it flow down onto her shoulders like it naturally did. She felt that the look fit her better that way, and made her look more natural, and more like her normal self. Something that hopefully Harry would like and appreciate.
For jewelry, she had decided to keep things simple, mainly because she owned less jewelry than most guys did. After raiding Alina's collection she settled on wearing two silver bracelets and a silver ring that matched Harry's necklace. Altogether, the combination of silver against the white looked pretty good, and fit her quite well she thought.
"So I promise this is the last time I ask you, red earrings, or black earrings?" Alina asked her for the tenth time that night. Hermione looked over Alina in the mirror as her friend turned her head from one side to the other, showing off the pairs of earrings she was undecided on.
Alina had decided to wear a red dress, that was roughly the same length as Hermione's was tonight. Apparently, most of the Durmstrang boys would be wearing black and red wizarding dress robes, so she had decided to wear something that matched her date. The dress was very pretty, especially on Alina whose tan skin and black hair accented it amazingly. Alina's dress was much less revealing than her own dress was, however, Alina's dress was much tighter than hers was, which meant it showed off her legs and the rest of her body just as much. Hermione would have killed for her legs and ass to look as good as Alina's did tonight!
Alina's dress came all the way up to her neck at the front, where a thin black choker wrapped around her neck as the strap of the dress. The back of the of dress was left open and showed off the entire skin of Alina's back.
"For the tenth time I like the red ones. The black ones blend in too much with your hair," she answered her friend. Even though she felt bad that Alina was just as nervous as she was, it made her feel a little better that she was not the only one.
"Okay, red ones it is," Alina nodded and put the second red earring on.
"Do you think I need to do anything else?" she asked Alina, looking herself over in the mirror one last time, scared she might have forgotten an important step.
"Relax a little, Harry is going to love you," Alina told her with a smile.
"Thanks Alina, and Dedrick is going like the way you look too!" she told her friend, trying to help ease Alina's nerves too.
"He freaking better after all the work we did today!" Alina chortled as she finished putting on the earring. "So we have ten minutes until we are supposed to make our way down to the hall, do you mind hanging out here with me until it's time. I'm still not ready to go yet," Alina asked her after looking down at her watch.
"Of course I don't mind. And is something on your mind?" she asked Alina, wondering why her friend still looked so nervous.
"I am just worried about tonight is all," Alina answered her, mumbling her words quietly.
"Why is that?" She asked Alina as she sat down on her bed next to the girl.
"A few reasons I guess. For one, me and Dedrick have only kissed a few times, and we have never madeout before. I'm nervous about how much, physical stuff he is going to want to do tonight. After all this is supposed to be a romantic evening, you know?" Alina explained to her nervously.
"Oh. . . Well you should only do as much as you want, don't let him force you to do anything you aren't ready to do. And I know you like him, but just because you like someone doesn't mean you have to rush things for them. And trust me, you aren't the only one nervous about that. Me and Harry have still only kissed once and I have no idea what it meant or if he wants to do it again."
"WAIT-WHAT? Roll the tape back! When the hell did this happen!" Alina shouted at her in disbelief. It took Hermione a second to realise she had just told Alina that her and Harry had kissed.
Oops.
"Uhh it was just a quick kiss after we finished the first task. It got interrupted though when we got portkeyed out," she told Alina whilst blushing again.
"And you didn't tell me! Ugh Hermione, I thought we were friends! What did Harry say about it?" Alina asked her, moving closer on the bed to her.
"We are friends, I just-forgot! And he hasn't said anything. Neither one of us brought the topic up since then."
"I can't believe you two finally freaking kissed! Ugh I am so happy for you Hermione! And you know he is for sure going to kiss you again tonight," Alina said, causing her anxiety to worsen.
"Thanks, and I really don't know that!" she tried to argue, Alina just shook her head though.
"Yes you do. This is Harry we are talking about here. He is going to go all out to make sure everything goes perfect for you tonight and he is going to kiss you at just the perfect moment," Alina said, not helping the pain in her cheeks.
"Well I hope he does. . ." she mumbled. "What else was on your mind, you were starting to say something else before?" she asked Alina, needing to change the topic off of her and Harry kissing.
"It's nothing really. I am just worried I am going to get jealous again tonight and ruin the night. You know how I get when I get jealous or mad, I can't control myself." Alina answered looking somewhat sad and flustered.
"Jealous of what?" she asked her.
"You know what Hermione! Marik is going to be with the freaking supermodel goddess Fleur all night down there. Plus he is going to be all dressed up and cleaned up!" Alina answered her.
"And you will be with Dedrick, your boyfriend, down there. You told me you were over Marik the last time we talked about this. And I thought you were happy with Dedrick?" she asked in disbelief that Alina was still upset about who Marik was with even when she had a boyfriend of her own.
"I am over him, for the most part at least. There are still moments when I feel like I'm supposed to be the one with him though. Then I see him with Luna and now Fleur and reality hits me, that it is them he is kissing and not me. And I am happy with Dedrick, I really am. He is funny, and charming, talented, and I enjoy my time when I am with him."
"Then don't get jealous. You are with Dedrick, and you are happy with him. So be happy with him tonight," she told her friend with a smile. Hermione knew she was no expert when it came to all things love, if you couldn't tell from her unsuccesful love life to this point, but it did not take an expert to see that Alina was not over Marik still, regardless of how much Alina argued the point. Even if Alina was with Dedrick now and no matter how much Alina said she liked the boy, Hermione was not fully convinced on how much Alina actually liked the Durmstrang Champion. A part of her felt like Alina had only started dating Dedrick because Marik had started dating Luna.
Whether Marik was over Alina or not was a complete mystery to her. Marik did not wear his heart on his sleeve the same way as Alina did, and had not brought up the topic ever with her. It certainly seemed to Hermione though that Marik did not still have the same feelings he used to for Alina though. Marik and Fleur had become official just three days after the first task, much to the obvious distaste of Alina. Since then the two of them had become inseparable. Marik looked beyond happy to be with Fleur, much happier than she had ever noticed him looking with Luna, and even if she had not been the biggest fan of Fleur before, the French girl looked happy with Marik too, and it was hard not to smile when she saw how happy her friend was and how happy they were together.
As Fleur started to come around their group more Hermione's opinion of the girl had quickly changed, although she would never tell Alina this. Hermione admitted that she had judged Fleur the first time she saw her based off solely her appearance. She had expected the pretty-part-veela girl to be stuck up, conceited, and your typical popular girl, however, Fleur ended up being quite the opposite, and the two of them actually shared a lot in common.
Fleur was an avid reader who had let Hermione borrow a number of books that even she had never heard of before. She was also an extremely nice person, and had made it very easy to see why someone like Marik would like her, outside of her being extremely pretty. Even as rivals in the tournament Fleur had offered to help them all with practice sessions and assistance with classwork or research. Even Harry approved of Marik's new girlfriend and had told Hermione a few times that Marik seemed to be back to his old self more than usual recently. Though, Hermione was willing to bet that Harry mainly approved of Fleur and Marik being a couple because of how much attention it took off of him in the Daily Prophet.
As soon as the first photos had been printed in the paper of the new couple under the title: A Triwizard Affair, most of the readers were apparently more interested in the gossip and relationship rumors of Fleur and Marik than reading about the boy-who-lived.
Harry's attitude had seen a dramatic increase with the decrease in negative articles about him and Fleur and Marik didn't seem to mind the attention at all and instead had even begun to send in anonymous owls to the paper's editors starting made up rumors that they both found funny. Yesterday's article on them had been one of their better ones, suggesting that Marik was in fact part leprechaun, and he had lured the Veela into loving him through a large pot of gold. So with all of that in mind, Fleur's presence in their group had made Marik a lot happier and Harry a lot happier, so it was hard not to like the French girl. Unless you were Alina.
"Is there anything else you need to get off your chest before we head down?" she asked her friend again as she stood up and fixed her dress.
"No you are right. I am with Dedrick now, not Marik, and I will have a good, fun night! I look freaking hot right now and am going to go dance my ass off! Well, hopefully I don't actually dance it off cause it looks really good in this dress " Alina said, allowing a smile to come over herself.
"There you go," she replied, laughing at her comments and returning the smile.
"How about you? Do I need to talk about you and Harry snogging a little bit more to get all of your blushing out of the way?" Alina teased her, which of course resulted in her blushing again.
"Shut up! Let's go," she yelled at her friend and dragged her out of her room with her.
The entire castle had been decorated for the Yule Ball tonight. As it was also Christmas, each hallway had been decorated with large Christmas trees, each one with shiny ornaments and enchanted trimmings hanging from its branches. Instead of the normal torches lining the hallways, in celebration of the Yule Ball each of the torches had been transfigured to an elegant glass lantern that almost resembled a muggle street-lamp you might find in a crowded city.
As the two of them made it to the main staircase of the castle, that lead down into the main hall where the dance would be taking place, she found herself awestruck. Their was a giant chandelier that had been conjured at the center of the hall. Hanging down right above the dance floor, it was sparkling and looked to be made of pure gold and diamonds. Underneath the large chandelier was a large dance floor made up of a wonderfully beautiful mosaic of different colored tiles.
Right outside the dance floor were a bunch of round tables, each one with a different colored bouquet of flowers at its center. All around them were dressed up couples, some of whom were already embracing each other in hugs, hand holding, and kisses. She quickly turned her gaze away from all of them before she blushed again. Next to the tables was a buffet table with snacks and drinks all over it. She noted there were glasses of wizard's champagne on the end. She would certainly need some liquid courage if she was to get through the night.
"You look, absolutely breathtaking, and more beautiful than even an angel," a voice she immediately recognized as Harry's said from somewhere near her. Her eyes frantically raced around the hall looking for his. Immediately a smile followed by a blush formed on her face as her eyes found his, his words only just resonating in her head. Harry was standing at the bottom of the stairs with his hand out ready for her to take it. She found herself unable to move though, her gaze stuck on the man before her.
Harry looked. . . so incredible, and so handsome. She couldn't help but let her eyes wander over him briefly. Harry was wearing a deep black set of wizard dress robes. The robes were trimmed with silver and gold at the end of each arm's sleeve and around his neck. On his chest the robes were held closed together by seven silver and gold straps that glimmered in the light of the large chandelier. The robes looked amazing on Harry, and if she hadn't known for a fact that he was her date she would not have believed she could be going to a ball with someone so incredibly good looking.
Even better than his robes was Harry's face. Harry had apparently gotten his hands on some hair-gel and had styled his hair, parting it to the side which allowed some of the longer strands of thick black hair to hang down on the side of his face. He had also decided to shave his scruff of a beard down into a stubble, which she knew he knew was her favorite.
God he looked so hot.
"You are lying," she replied still blushing as she recovered from his words.
"Trust me, I am not lying. You look absolutely amazing Hermione. So beautiful," Harry told her again as she made her way down the stairs and took his outstretched hand into hers. A shudder went through her body as their skin touched.
"You look so handsome Harry, who knew you cleaned up so nice," she said to him playfully, unsure of where the nervous Hermione who had been present moments earlier had left to.
"Why thank you. Do you like my robes?" Harry asked her. She smiled when she saw a flash of nervousness in his eyes following his question.
Guess she wasn't the only one of them who was nervous. Thank merlin!
"I love them! They bring out my favorite features of you even more. You look hot," she told him playfully again. He really did look hot. Harry blushed at her answer. "Do you like my dress?" she asked him and spun around for him so that he could see it all.
"Yes, I do. It looks perfect on you. I don't think I will be able to take my eyes off of you in it the whole night," Harry said and squeezed her hand in his. She was surprised when she didn't blush at his words but instead felt a good feeling rush over her body at the prospect of him looking at her the whole night.
"How does the necklace look on me?" she asked, wondering what he thought of his present on her.
"Incredible. I'm happy you liked it," Harry answered her as he looked down at her chest. Again, she was surprised she didn't blush as he looked down towards her chest, obviously letting his eyes linger a little longer than normal there. She found herself surprisingly enjoying the feeling of his eyes on her.
Who was she! Was all she could think as Harry's eyes rose back to meet hers.
"I do like it a lot. Thank you again for buying it for me," she said, and wrapped her arm around his, bringing her right up against his side.
"Of course. So what do you think about all of this?" Harry asked her, his eyes never leaving hers.
"It's so beautiful in here! I never would have imagined they could put together something like this. It almost feels like a wedding," she answered him as she looked around the hall. She saw off in the distance that Alina had found Dedrick and the two of them were already sitting at a table having a conversation. Hermione smiled when she saw that Alina had a large smile plastered on her face.
"Yeah, it kind of does. Apparently the grounds are decorated all over too. We will have to go check them out after things die down a little, if you want to of course," Harry said, a smile on his face.
"That sounds perfect!" she replied, imagining how pretty the grounds must be compared to the inside of the castle.
"Well hot damn!" someone shouted from behind them. She and Harry turned to see Marik walking towards them, with Fleur wrapped around his arm, pressed up closely against his side. Hermione smiled at the couple as they made their way over to them.
Marik had apparently decided to stick with his muggle roots for the night, as he was wearing a black tuxedo similar to one a muggle male would wear to a wedding. Apparently, Marik had already grown tired of his bowtie as it lay wrapped around his collar hanging to one side. Marik had left the top few buttons on his shirt undone as well and was wearing a white scarf hanging loose around his neck that matched Fleur's dress. He looked quite handsome, and also cleaned up nice too she thought.
Next to Marik Fleur was wearing a white dress. Unlike Hermione's dress, Fleurs dress was a two peice set, the bottom part ending right where it met the floor and stopping right above the girl's belly button, which showed off Fleur's toned stomach. The top part of the dress started right below her breasts, and extended with long sleeves all the way down to her wrists. The entire dress was covered in a floral pattern and was tightly pressed against the French girl's body. Hermione wasn't much of a dress person or a fashion person at that, but even she had to admit that Fleur's dress was beautifully elegant and that the girl certainly knew her fashion.
"Don't you look handsome tonight Marik. And I love your dress Fleur!" she told the two of them has they arrived where her and Harry were standing.
"Thank you Hermione, you look so beautiful in your dress! And Harry you look like quite the charmer tonight," Fleur replied, Hermione smiled in return to Fleur's compliment.
"Hermione you look hot! Harry you better keep her close to you tonight or I may have to steal her for a few dances," Marik said playfully, teasing Harry.
"Thanks Marik! And I will give you one dance, but the rest of the night I am Harry's though," she said still beaming. She wrapped her arm tighter around Harry's and brought herself right up against his body.
"You might be dancing alone tonight if you keep flirting with other girls in front of me Mr.!," Fleur said, teasing Marik with a smile on her face.
"I wasn't planning on dancing with you anyways! Everyone knows French girls don't know how to dance," Marik joked, earning laughs from everyone there.
"Oh, and you British boys can?" Fleur asked Marik playfully with her eyebrow raised.
"First off we are men!" Harry added in before Marik could argue back. Hermione laughed at this.
"Couldn't have said it better myself Harry." Marik high-fived Harry. "And second off, I am American! I will not be lumped into the same category as these ugly British gits," Marik joked in his best American accent. Marik had lived in so many places his accent was honestly a melting pot of everything.
"Really? Right after I just defended our manliness?" Harry said, shaking his head at Marik.
"You both are too much," Fleur said laughing, and wrapping herself tighter around Marik.
"I'm happy for you two," she told them as she watched Fleur pull herself closer into Marik. Fleur's action looked normal, and comfy. As if Fleur had been doing it for years now.
"Thanks? Random, but thanks?" Marik replied, looking confused at her random statement.
"Sorry, it was random, It's just seeing you both together and looking so happy with each other makes me feel happy for you both. Sorry Fleur, Marik is like my little brother, so I always have to play the skeptic and look out for him. At first I wasn't so sure of you two, but I approve of you two being together now." It really did make her feel good that Marik seemed so happy right now. And she was honest with her words.
Marik really was like her brother and she had always felt protective over him. He was the first person her age that she had met in the magical world. All of her first emotions of awe, discovery, and curiosity with magic she had had with him in Diagon Alley, their first ride on the Hogwarts Express, and the boat ride to the Great Hall for their sorting. He was her first friend and she would forever hold him dear for that. Because of that she had to be a skeptic of everyone that entered his life. She had done so with Luna and she had done so with Fleur the same.
"Wow Fleur you just got the Hermione seal of approval stamp. I think that means we have to get married soon or something. I'm not really sure though, this a first for me," Marik joked again, causing Hermione to roll her eyes.
"If I end up drinking too much of that champagne over their tonight I might just end up actually saying yes," Fleur joked and gave the grinning Marik a kiss on his cheek.
"To the champagne!" Marik started to joke, but was interrupted.
"Ahh, there the four of you are!" another new voice said to them from behind them. She and Harry turned to see a very dressed up Dumbledore, who had seemed to have even combed his beard for the occasion. Tonight the Headmaster had donned an extravagant set of wizard robes that had large golden suns that seemed to magically radiant a little bit of light as the robes fluttered. "I am afraid I must interrupt your pleasant conversation as it is time for the champions to gather and prepare for the Champion's Dance," Dumbledore said and waved for them all to follow him.
"Uhhh sir, what is the Champion's Dance?" she asked their Headmaster nervously.
"Nobody told you about the Champion's Dance?" Dumbledore asked them, looking at their group over his spectacles.
"Nope," Harry answered before she could.
"Oh dear. Well we are short on time so I will give you the short version. It has always been a tradition in the Yule Ball for the chosen champions to open the ball with the first dance," Dumbledore explained to them, and for the first time since she had arrived into the dance hall she began to feel nervous again. She had barely been prepared to dance with Harry. Now though, Dumbledore was telling her that she had to dance with Harry with everyone watching.
Oh god!
"Now now, come along the dance will start in a few minutes." Dumbledore waved them on again and led them through the hall to a small room by the dance floor. In the room all of the other champions were gathered, spread across the room talking to their dates. Their group made their way in and nervously Hermione stood in silence, waiting for them to be called in.
"Everything okay?" Harry whispered to her.
"Yeah, just nervous about having to dance in front of everyone is all."
"Don't be. They will all be too distracted noticing how beautiful you look tonight to notice the dancing." Hermione found herself blushing again at Harry's compliment, he was so perfect to her. "That and they will be too busy watching me trip over my own feet," Harry added sarcastically, causing her to laugh and the nervousness to leave her.
"Thanks for being my date tonight Harry," she said, feeling overwhelmingly happy as she rested her head on his shoulder.
"Thanks for saying yes. Me and Marik agreed to come together if neither one of us got dates, so you saved me big time," Harry joked again with another smile.
"Awe man! I would have liked to see that! Imagine the article in the paper the next day after pictures got released of the two of you dancing," she replied, laughing at the image in her head.
"Harry Potter is Britain's and Marik Ose's Chosen One," Harry said in his best Rita Skeeter impression. Hermione's sides started hurting after she found herself laughing for a solid minute straight at Harry's joke.
"Champions please gather round," Durmstrang's Headmaster announced and all of the champions left their dates to make their way to the Headmaster. "You and your dates will mark the official start of the Yule Ball tonight by opening with the first dance. After the first dance you are all free to go about your own buisness and dance as much as your heart desires. The music will begin at any minute, when it does make your way out of here and onto the dance floor. Have fun," The Headmaster announced with a smile and left them all in the room to wait.
"You ready?" she asked Harry, looking up at him from his shoulder.
"You ask me that like we are about to start the second task," Harry laughed.
"It feels like it to me! I was more nervous for this than I was for the first task" she admitted to him honestly.
"I was too. But don't be nervous. You are perfect, and tonight will be perfect," Harry said, looking right into her eyes as he spoke to her.
She felt a warmth rush over her as she felt his hand place itself under her chin and lift her face up towards his. Before she could even react her face was inches from his, and his lips were moving towards hers. She closed her eyes just as she felt his warm lips press into hers. A rush of warmth ran over her body as he kissed her for the second time. The kiss was so magical she could hear strings and pianos playing in the back of her head. No wait, she really could hear pianos and strings playing! That meant the dance was starting!
Eek!
"I'll lead, you follow," Harry whispered to her as he pulled his lips off of hers and led her through the door and onto the dance floor.
Standing around the dance floor were the rest of the students and their dates watching as the champions slowly walked onto the platform. Hermione could feel hundreds of eyes on her as she walked and with each step was beginning to get more nervous. She held Harry's hand tighter and allowed him to lead her towards the center of the dance floor, where Harry promptly turned and placed his free hand onto her hip. Another jolt of warmth shot through her body as his hand touched her body, just above her waist.
Harry and her stood still for a second, both of them just staring into each other's eyes. With a step forward Harry started their dance and she followed his lead. All around them the champions were dancing, and other students were watching, but she didn't notice any of them. Her attention was fully on the man before her, her eyes never leaving his. The two of them danced to the first song of the Yule Ball and all of the nervousness inside her was replaced with an overwhelming feeling of warmth. Harry never stopped smiling at her the entire dance and only let go of her waist long enough to spin her around gracefully before returning his hand.
She was impressed with how well Harry could dance, she had not expected him to be this good. But as gracefully as he could cast a spell, Harry led her around the dance floor like this was all nothing new to him.
The first dance of the ball ended with a loud round of applause from all of the teachers and students gathered around the dance floor. Luckily, Harry didn't let her go, but instead brought her in even closer to him as the rest of the students joined them on the dance floor as the second song began.
For probably an hour, the two of them danced together like that. Harry held onto her tight the entire time and only broke eye contact with her whenever he leaned in to give her a quick kiss. Each time he did that it drove her crazy, and left her wanting to just stop dancing so that she could stay locked in his lips for longer. She almost did just that as the next song ended and Harry pulled away from another kiss.
"I hate when you do that!" She told him, pouting as his lips left hers.
"Hate when I do what?" Harry asked, looking worried that he had done something wrong.
"When you pull away from me like that. I just want to keep kissing you forever," she said, grabbing his hand again.
"That makes me happy, and maybe I can arrange for that a little later. For now do you mind if we take a quick break? My feet are killing me in these shoes," Harry asked her with a smile.
"Yeah, I could use a quick break too. I think I might lose the heels," she said as he started to lead her over to one of the tables. She had been so caught up in all of the dancing that she only now began to realise how much pain her feet were in from dancing in heels for as long as they had. As soon as she sat down she took off her heels and quickly banished them back to her room.
God she hated heels.
"So what do you think so far?" Harry asked her as he pulled his chair right up next to hers and wrapped his arm around her. She smiled again as he did and curled her body into his.
"You were right, everything is perfect, you are perfect," she replied, and this time she leaned in and gave him a kiss on the lips.
"Aren't you two just adorable," Marik said to them as they broke off their kiss and he and Fleur sat down at the table with them.
"We are aren't we," she replied, and gave Harry another kiss on the cheek, making an effort to do it loudly.
"About damn time is all I have to say. Here," Marik announced as he levitated two glasses of champagne over to them. "I brought two more for Alina and Dedrick but I haven't seen them since the first dance," Marik said as he raised his glass up in the air. At the sound of Alina's name Hermione looked around the dance floor but couldn't see their friend anywhere either. "Cheers, to friends, beautiful women, and the fact that Harry finally grew a pair of balls and kissed Hermione!" Marik announced and everyone but Harry laughed and raised their glasses.
"And cheers to Fleur for taking care of Marik after I hex the hell out of him in a few seconds," Harry joked and again they all laughed as they clanked their glasses together.
"Cheers!" they all said in unison before they all took a sip of the champagne.
"So how has the both of your nights been going?" Harry asked Marik and Fleur. Hermione shook her head as she noticed some red lipstick on Marik's neck.
Apparently it is has been going good. She laughed in her head.
"I think it has been going quite well," Marik answered Harry.
"I agree. Although my date has been kind of annoying," Fleur joked and earned a glare from Marik. Both Marik's scarf and necktie were now wrapped around the blonde girl's neck.
"Well my date keeps trying to spin left when you are supposed to spin right!" Marik said sarcastically, Fleur giggled.
"Speaking of spinning, Harry when did you learn to dance like that?" she turned and asked her date curiously.
"I practiced a little before today," Harry told her with a grin.
"Yeah, that and we both found a good book called Dancing for Dense Dudes in the library," Marik added, causing her and Fleur to almost do spit-takes with their champagne.
"Seriously?" she asked in disbelief.
"Unfortunately, yeah. It was either that or go ask a teacher, so we went the less embarrassing route," Harry said laughing.
"You both are insane," Fleur said whilst shaking her head.
"Well this insane boy needs to dance some more. Come on Hermione, you owe me a dance!" Marik announced as he stood up and extended his hand out towards her.
"Really?" she asked him as she stood up and took his hand.
"Yes really! It is tradition that the big brother gets one dance with his little sister!" Marik said as he dragged her out onto the dance floor.
"You know I am older than you right?" she asked him playfully as Marik placed his hand on her hip. Most guys would have probably tried to take advantage of this situation, but Marik lightly placed his hand high enough on her waist just like an actual brother would when he danced with his sister. It made her smile a little.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, barely!" Marik argued as he started to lead her around the dancefloor. After he spun her the first time she saw that Harry was also currently dancing with Fleur near them. She immediately got a little jealous at the sight of her man dancing with the beautiful girl, but after she saw how high Harry's hand was placed on Fleur's hip much the same as how Marik's was placed on hers she lightened up a little. Even if the guys in her life were sometimes crazy fools, they were still good guys.
"So you happy?" Marik asked her as the song slowed down and their pace slowed to match it.
"About?" she asked him with hey eyebrow raised.
"Oh you know what about! About you and Harry you fool!" Marik replied with a grin.
"Oh, that. Yeah, I'm happy," she told him, returning the smile.
"He talked about it nonstop ever since he asked you to be his date you know? And he was worrying about what you would think ever since he kissed you in the tournament."
"He did? And you knew?" she asked him, not believing that Harry had been talking and worrying about kissing her so much, and surprised that Marik knew they had kissed once before.
"Yeah, he did. He kept psyching himself out over thinking it. And of course I knew. Harry and me had a heart to heart a while back and he told me. I'm happy he finally followed through, you two belong together like this."
"You think so?"
"Of course I do. Me and Alina knew this was bound to happen eventually way back in our second year! Now, I know Harry is your best friend, but I was your first friend, and I've always considered myself to be like your brother. So I have to ask. Do you really like him?" Marik asked her playfully.
"Yeah, I really do," she replied with a smile.
"And you know I will always be here to kick his ass if he hurts you right?" Marik told her, and she just laughed a little. It was sweet that Marik was acting like this.
"I know Marik, and thank you. I'm happy for you too by the way. You and Fleur are good together, I think she is good for you and you look so much happier with her. I didn't at first, I thought she was just a Luna rebound at first, but now I really do like her, little brother!"
"Thanks Hermione. Your approval means a lot. Now I know you are ready to get back to tongue wrestling with ugly over there so one more thing," Marik joked.
"What is that?" she asked him, still smiling at all his joking.
"Like I said before, Harry was psyching himself out a bunch about tonight, but he finally calmed down and decided he wanted to do something special for you. He didn't tell me what it was, but whatever it is, even if it sucks try and enjoy it for him. He put a lot of thinking and time into it."
"I will, thanks for warning me," she replied, her mind already wandering curiously what Harry had planned. "And Marik," she added as he let go of her waist and hand.
"Yeah, 'Mione?" Marik asked her.
"You are a good friend," she told him, giving him a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek.
"You are too Hermione. Now if you will excuse me, I have a sexy blonde French girl that I would like to go drink some more champagne with," Marik said with a bow and made his way back over to the table they had been at before.
"You two took long enough," a voice said from behind her as two hands wrapped themselves around her waist from behind and soft lips found a spot on her neck. She was unable to stop the soft moan that escaped from her mouth as the warm touch of Harry's lips met the sensitive skin on her neck.
"He just wanted to make sure I knew that he would kick your ass if you ever hurt me or upset me," she teased him as she turned around and brought his lips from her neck onto hers.
"Guess I will have to watch out then," Harry teased back.
"Guess you will," she replied as he pulled her into another kiss.
God kissing him felt so good!
"So unless you want to dance anymore I have somewhere I wanna go," Harry told her as he pulled his lips off of hers again.
"I think I have gotten my share of dancing in, where are we going?" she asked him, curious to know.
"Follow me," Harry replied with a smile and led her through the halls of the castle. The two of them walked in silence as he led her through the castle and up a dozen flight of stairs. Eventually they arrived in a small room, where Harry closed the door behind them. The room was dark and dusty, with boxes of old smelling things all over the place. It was certainly not where she expected him to bring her.
"Uhh Harry. . . Where are we?" she asked him confused.
"Not quite there yet, up here," Harry said as he led her through the dark room towards a ladder. Harry climbed up the short ladder first and pushed the trap door above it to the side. She was thankful that it was a short ladder as it was difficult to climb up in her dress. As soon as she grabbed Harry's hand and was pulled up her jaw dropped at the sight.
Harry had brought her up to the top of one of Durmstrang's many towers. All around the tower candles were lit, and at the center of the tower a large blanket and pillows were spread out on the ground. The tower had a small fence around them and over the fence she could see out into the starry night sky. It was so beautiful, and so romantic.
"Harry. . ." was all she was able to get out as she looked around in amazement.
"What do you think?" Harry asked her as he made his way over to the fence and leaned over its edge to look out at the view. She followed his lead.
"This is amazing. It's so beautiful! You did all this?" she asked him as she looked around at all the candles.
"Yeah, I did. If you don't like it we can go back to the dance hall. I just wanted to spend some time with just you tonight, this was the only place I could think of," he told her, as he turned around to meet her gaze.
"No I want to stay here! It is perfect Harry, you are so perfect" she replied as she moved closer to him and pressed her body up against his, pulling him into another deep kiss. He deserved a few kisses after putting all of this together.
The two of them stood there, leaned up against the railing for a while, both of them pressed right up against each other's body, embraced in a passionate kiss. They kept kissing like that for so long that she felt her legs starting to get a little weak from all the standing and dancing they had done. She fought against the ache in her legs for as long as she could, not wanting the moment to end, but eventually she had to give into the pain and pulled her lips off of his.
"Harry," she whispered into his lips.
"Yes Hermione?" Harry whispered back.
"Can we go, uhm, lay down on the blankets? My legs are starting to shake from dancing in heels all night," she asked him nervously, only now realising what moving spots might mean. Standing and kissing was one thing, laying on a blanket under candlelight and stars was a different thing entirely.
"Yeah, come on," he told her as led her over to the blankets. Hermione was happy to discover that they had all been enchanted with a few layers of warming charms.
"You are perfect Harry," she told him as they both sat down on the blanket.
"How is that?" Harry asked her as he scooted closer to her. She wanted to kiss him again but tried to control herself.
"You just are, in so many ways. You are my best friend, you are amazing at magic, you are so nice to me, you are so smart, you are handsome, hot, and sexy, and of course you are also a good kisser."
"Oh I am?" Harry asked her, raising his eyebrow at her.
"Oh yeah, you are a really, really good kisser," she told him with a wink.
"So you like it when I kiss you?" He asked her playfully, bringing his lips close to hers but keeping them far enough away that it was teasing her.
"I love it when you kiss me," she answered him, not liking him teasing her. She just wanted those lips on hers again.
"Maybe I will have to kiss you some more tonight then," Harry whispered to her.
"I think you should," she told him and pulled his lips into hers again. Harry's mouth immediately started to part hers, and she felt his tongue slip its way into her mouth. She loved the way it felt and the way he tasted. She kissed him back, wanting him to feel the same way she was feeling now. Before she knew it the two of them were in a full on makeout session. She found herself moaning soft whimpers each time Harry pressed his tongue against hers combined with the feeling of his body pressed into her. As they kissed her hands moved around his back and pulled him closer into her; she wanted to feel him more.
At some point Harry had pulled her down onto the blanket, where he had proceeded to lay beside her. She didn't like the small amount of space that had come between them in this position though and wanted more, so she pulled him on top of her so she could feel more of his warm body against hers and have better access to his lips. Kissing Harry felt amazing, the greatest feeling she had ever felt in her life. At least she thought it was the best feeling of her life, but that was until Harry's hand started to roam.
One of his hands had found its way to the back of her neck, where with one finger he was rubbing small circles on her skin softly, causing her to shiver with pleasure with each loop of his finger. The rest of his fingers he was using to push her head closer to his, making each of their kisses even more passionate. What was really driving her crazy though was two other things Harry was doing, one she wasn't even sure he was doing on purpose.
The first thing was Harry's second hand, which was moving all the way up her bare leg, which had escaped into the air of the night through the slip in her dress. Harry was slowly tracing her bare skin with his fingertips all the way from her ankle up to her thigh, and occasionally his hand would caress the inside of her thigh which caused her whole body to shake and each time a soft moan to escape her lips.
The second thing that was really driving her crazy was not Harry's hands but his, well his. . . thing. Harry was lying flat on top of her, and through their passionate kisses had ended up with his legs between hers. Each time he pressed his body closer into hers his, entire, body pressed harder onto hers, and right now the universe had aligned itself perfectly so that his, well, his thing would press right into her, well, her thing.
For god sakes Hermione you are not three, stop calling private parts 'things'! You are a lady not a child! She internally shouted at herself.
"Harry. . ." she pulled herself away from his lips after a few more minutes of kissing, immediately regretting it as her lips already felt cold.
"Yes Hermione?" Harry asked her, his eyes piercing hers.
"I've never done anything like this before," she told him and took her eyes away from his in embarrassment.
"Neither have I Hermione," Harry whispered in response. Each time he whispered like that she felt a shiver go through her body. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked her, his eyes looking worried.
"No, please never stop," she begged him, pulling his face back into hers and kissing him passionately again. She let one of her hands wander from Harry's back towards his chest where she started to rub his chest through his dress robes. When Harry let out a quiet moan in reaction to her touch it sent her over the edge, and she found herself wanting even more of him to touch.
"Hermione, I want you. . ." Harry whispered. The words pushed her over the edge and sent a wave of warmth through her body, causing her to whimper into his tongue. Harry's eyes stared deep into hers as he spoke and she could not pull her eyes away from his.
God I love his eyes. She thought to himself as she stared back at him, not believing fully what he had just said, and really what was happening at the moment at all. Harry wanted her. The boy she had had a crush on since forever wanted her, and was kissing her and making her so crazy right now. She wanted him too.
God how much she wanted him too.
"I want you Harry," she moaned back to him as he shifted his body a little causing his member to poke harder against her.
"Are you sure Hermione?" Harry asked her, his eyes full of desire.
"Yes Harry, I'm sure. You are all I want, and all I will ever want," she whispered to him and pulled his head back into hers.
The hand behind her head pulled her softly closer to Harry as they picked up their kissing where they had left off, this time though the kiss was filled with much more passion and emotions. Harry's other hand was now making its way up from her thigh towards her stomach. Harry didn't stop though when his palm landed on her stomach, but instead, continued moving his hand upwards until it wrapped itself around her right breast and cupped it through her dress.
"Oooh, Harry!" she involuntarily moaned at the feeling of his hand around her bare breast. The amount of pleasure she was feeling as Harry kneaded her breast between his fingers was incredible.
"I'm sorry," Harry said and took his hand off. She looked at him and saw that he had thought she had called his name out as a bad thing.
"No Harry, that was a please-keep-doing-exactly-what-you-are-doing moan," she said smiling at him. Harry got a large smile on his face and without saying anything moved back towards her, this time her lips never met his though. Instead Harry's lips found their way to the skin on her open nape, where he proceeded to kiss her with his soft lips and wet tongue. His hand found its way back to her breast at the same time and the two amazing sensations were driving her crazy. She was unable to stop the whimpers and moans from escaping her mouth.
Wanting to make Harry feel as good as she was right now she moved her hand on his chest towards the top strap of his dress robes and unbuttoned it. She continued to do this, moving down his robes one button at a time. She had to pause at the last button though when Harry's hand pulled the top of her dress down and exposed her breasts to the night's air. Immediately her nipples hardened as the cold air touched them, but thankfully Harry's hands quickly found them and began to warm them up again.
As she held onto the last button of his robes she watched as both of Harry's hands cupped and squeezed her breast, each time he did that driving her more and more crazy as jolts of pleasure shot through her. Slowly, Harry's kisses on her neck trailed down her neck, and she watched in disbelief as he made his way down to her chest.
"Oh god Harry!" she moaned loudly, her back arching as Harry's mouth made it down to one of her breasts and began kissing it. More waves and moans of pleasure were sent through her body as he kissed her more, and slowly made his way towards one of her nipples. It was almost impossible not to scream out in all the pleasure. She couldn't wait any longer so she pulled the last button on Harry's dress robes aside and moved her hand into them, finding Harry's warm, toned chest at last.
Harry let out a soft moan as her hand started rubbing his bare chest and the feeling of him moaning onto her breasts only made his soft kisses and warm tongue feel even better.
God he was too good at this. She traced his chest with her hand for a few minutes until Harry trailed his kisses back up to her mouth. As her lips found his again she had the urge to drive Harry as crazy as he was driving her. She pulled his head down to the side and started kissing his neck, the same as he had kissed hers. Harry whispered her name out into the air each time her tongue caressed his skin, but she wanted him to have more still.
As she continued to kiss his neck she let her hand wander south down Harry's body. She felt him tense as her fingertips found the top of his briefs. She ignored it though and lifted the edge of his briefs up and slid her hand into them.
"Holy shit Hermione," Harry moaned out loudly as her hand found what they were searching for. She wrapped her fingers around Harry's already hard shaft. Good for you Harry. She thought to herself as she felt its length. The skin was soft and felt warm in her hands. Slowly, she moved her fingers around his shaft, each time causing Harry to moan and his member to twitch. She loved hearing him moan her name out. His penis seemed to only grow larger in her hand the more she stroked it, and each time her hand reached the head it would twitch in her hand and Harry would let out a moan.
Harry pulled his head back up as she stroked him and with force pushed his lips back onto hers. The amount of passion and desire she felt in the kiss from him was equal to her own. As her hand stayed wrapped around Harry's shaft one of Harry's hands began to wander again. This time his hand trailed down from her face, stopping for a minute to fondle her bare breasts again, before moving back towards her legs.
Harry's hand rubbed the length of her leg as he kissed her only changing direction once he reached her calf to make its way back up. Her body shook with pleasure as Harry's hand made its way back up tracing the inside of her thigh. The further and further his hand made its way up her thigh the slower and slower he seemed to move it. At last his fingers found their way to where her underwear was, and softly they began to roam and rub her outside of her lace panties.
"Fuck Harry, that feels so good!" she moaned out, unable to control herself as his fingers touched the outside of her underwear, she was sure he could feel how wet she was already through the fabric. The more he moved his fingers around the more she moved hers around his member. The two of them continued this while they kissed each other for a while, both of them only pausing to let out a moan as the other person found the right spot.
They both seemed to be fighting to pleasure the other person more, and for the most part Hermione felt like she was winning. That was until Harry pulled her underwear to the side and began rubbing her bare pussy with his fingers. She immediately let out a loud moan and her hand left Harry's shaft as she was forced to hold herself down from shaking as the pleasure shot through her body. Things only became worse when Harry slid a finger inside of her.
"Harry, Harry please," she begged him through kisses as his finger slid inside her again.
"Yes Hermione?" Harry asked her in a flirtatious voice as he rubbed her slit again.
"Oh my god!" she moaned again. Harry had began pumping her with one of his fingers while rubbing her outsides with his thumb. Any control that she may have had left disappeared at the feeling of his finger inside of her. It was only made worse when he began kissing her neck again at the same time. Hermione could hear the sound of his finger entering her with each pump as Harry continued and both of her hands found themselves grabbing onto Harry as another finger was inserted and sent her over the edge. Her legs shook and her whole body vibrated as a loud moan of "Harry" escaped her lips again.
"Please make love with me. I want you Harry," she said through more moans as his fingers continued still.
"Are you sure Hermione?" Harry asked her again, as he pulled his fingers out from inside of her. She pouted as it left her, already missing the feeling of him inside her.
"God yes Harry! I have never been so sure of anything in my life. Please give it to me! Please make love to me! Fuck me Harry!" Hermione almost begged him and pushed Harry off of her a little bit. While he was sitting up she pulled Harry's robes off of him completely and for the first time got to take his entire body in its full glory.
"You are so sexy Harry," she told him as she wrapped her hands around his shaft again and began stroking it harder, kissing him at the same time. She smiled as they kissed and he moaned as she moved her hand. She wanted him to take her then but after seeing him completely naked for the first time she wanted to have a little more of him. She bent over him and before he had anytime to react she slipped her lips around his cock and licked its head slowly.
Harry's body shivered and a loud moan of her name escaped him. Filled with an intense desire to have all of him she lowered her lips around him further, making it as far down his shaft as he could. He was so long that she could only get around halfway before the head of his cock pressed against the back of her throat. She placed one hand down on his balls and slowly began rubbing them with one of her hands as she bobbed her head on Harry.
Moan after moan escaped Harry as she did and each one made her wetter and wetter. She loved his taste and the more she sucked and the more he moaned the more she wanted to keep making him feel incredible. As she continued one of Harry's hands found its way to the back of her head and as she pushed her mouth further down his shaft pushed on her head a little, forcing her further down. Hermione thought she might gag as she found her lips pushing further down his cock but she didn't. She continued sucking on Harry's cock for a bit until he lifted her head up from his lap and pulled her into another kiss.
"No Hermione, you are so sexy," Harry whispered as he made his way back on top of her and started pulling her dress all the way down and off. Hermione was embarrassed at first as she lay there in only her soaked panties, but when she saw the look in Harry's eyes as he roamed her body and felt first hand how much the sight of her aroused him the embarrassment quickly went away.
Harry laid back down on top of her and forced another moan out of her as his member, which had been freed from all of its clothing, was now brushing against her pussy outside of her panties. For a few more minutes the two of them stayed like that, both of their hands exploring the other's body until Harry's hand wrapped around her underwear and started to tug them down. She watched him as he pulled them down her legs until he was able to pull them off her foot. Harry then immediately returned to his previous spot.
"Oh my god!" she almost screamed out again as she felt the head of his cock rub up against her now bare pussy. It was a sensation like she had never felt before and one that had nearly made her cum just from a brief touch.
"I love you Hermione," Harry whispered into her lips as he kissed her again. She pulled away from him, unsure if she had actually heard him say that in real life or just in her head.
"What did you just say?" she asked him, confused.
"I said, I, love, you, Hermione, Granger," Harry whispered again, this time giving her a kiss in between each word.
"Harry. . . I . . ." she started to stutter. Harry calmed her nerves down with another kiss though. "Harry I love you," she told him and pulled him in closer to her for their most passionate kiss of the night. Thankfully neither of them pulled away from this one. After a few minutes of kissing she felt Harry's member start to press harder against her opening. The feeling was overwhelming.
"Harry," she whispered as she felt him start to barely open her up.
"Yes love?" Harry asked her, putting extra emphasis on his last word. She blushed as he called her his love.
"Please just go slow at first," she asked him, knowing from stories that this might hurt a lot at first.
"Of course Hermione," Harry whispered back as he once again started kissing her. A jolt of pain shot through her body as Harry slowly pushed his cock further and further into her, spreading her out much more than his fingers had before. She bit his lips in a moan as he slowly arrived all the way inside, his cock filling her in her entirety. Harry, like the perfect gentleman he was, stayed just like that for a few minutes, allowing her time to get used to him inside of her.
After the pain disappeared for the most part Hermione slowly started to rock her hips under Harry's as a sign for him to start going. The pleasure that replaced the pain inside of her as Harry slipped out of her and then right back in was indescribable. Harry started off moving slowly, pulling himself all the way out until just the tip was end before slowly sliding all the way back in, but after a few minutes began to pick up the pace of his thrusts.
Each time she told herself there was no way this could feel any better, but each time she had been proven wrong. It kept getting more incredible and incredible the longer they were together. As Harry picked up his pace it took everything she had in her to not scream out in pleasure, not wanting to wake up the entire castle she started to press her lips into Harry's more and moaned into his mouth each time he thrust deeper inside her.
The sound of his skin slapping hers was driving her just as crazy as the feeling of him thrusting his cock inside her was. Harry was so big and each powerful thrust hit every one of her spots that seemed to send her over the edge. Harder and faster Harry went with his hips making her cum twice with ease. By the time she was closing in on her third time she could hear just how wet Harry fucking her was making her as she listened to the sound of Harry entering and leaving her in between moans.
"Hermione I am getting close," Harry whispered through moans as he continued pumping himself inside her faster and faster.
"Cum Harry, I want you to cum," she moaned to him, unable to think clearly through all the pleasure. Harry picked up his pace even more and she found her entire body bouncing against his as he thrust harder and harder into her.
"I'm c-close!" Harry moaned out again as he pulled out of her quickly and let his seed loose all over her stomach. Hermione reached her hand out and wrapped it around his shaft, stroking it hard and fast as she watched with a satisfied smile as she pumped more and more cum out of him onto her stomach. Strings of cum shot out of Harry all over chest, covering her completely in his seed. After she had seemed to stroke everything Harry had inside of him out onto her belly and chest, Harry fell down onto the blanket beside her. She turned her head to meet his gaze.
"Sorry I made a mess," Harry said through heavy breaths with a smile.
"Don't ever be sorry for that Harry. That was incredible," she replied, leaning forward to give Harry another kiss.
"I don't think incredible is a good enough word," Harry replied, his breathing still heavy. She felt bad that he was so tired now, he had done most of the work and all she had done was just enjoy herself.
"I agree," she said with another smile. Her legs would agree as well as they were still shaking.
"Hermione?" Harry said her name like a question.
"Yes Harry?" she asked him, grabbing one of his hands in the process.
"Did you mean it?" he asked her again, his eyes once again staring deep into hers.
"Mean what Harry?" she asked him.
"Do you really love me? Because I really love you," Harry asked her.
"Yes I meant it Harry. I love you," she told him again and once again his lips found hers.
"Do you want me to clean you off?" Harry asked her, looking at her stomach. She laughed as her eyes looked down at herself, she was completely covered.
"No Harry, I can get it," she answered still laughing and with a wave of her wand her stomach was left spotless. "So tonight was the best night of my life," she told him truthfully as she laid down closer to him and set her wand aside.
"Tonight was the best night of my life too," Harry replied with another warm smile and kissed her forehead.
"Who would have ever thought this would happen?" she said, thinking of what the first year Hermione would be thinking if she went back in time and told her this would be happening to her in a few years.
"I always dreamed it would, never thought it actually would though," Harry answered her.
"God you are too perfect for me Harry," she told him as she cuddled up against his chest.
"No we are perfect Hermione, just like you said before we had our first kiss," Harry told her, making her think back to the time they had kissed in the cavern.
"Should we get back to our rooms soon? I'm sure we already missed curfew. I don't want to leave here, but I don't want you to get in trouble," Hermione asked him, turning her head to look at him.
"No. I think tonight we should stay here. We are Triwizard Champions, they aren't going to get us in trouble. Besides, I'm not done with you yet," Harry whispered into her ear as his lips once again found their way to her neck. She let out another whimper as his lips touched her neck again. "I want to do something real quick," Harry told her as he pulled his lips off of her neck.
"I think we just did do something Harry," she joked as she watched him fumble around in a nearby bag for something. "What are you looking for Harry?" she asked him curiously.
"This!" Harry said in excitement as he found what he was looking for in his bag and showed it to her. It was the pocket pensive she had bought him for his birthday. "I want to store tonight in here forever, so I can always go back and see how beautiful you looked atop the staircase in your dress, so I can look back and see our first dance, and so I can always watch you tell me you love me for the first time," Harry told her, his words brought tears to her eyes. Harry could obviously tell and leaned in to kiss the tears from her cheeks.
"I love you Harry," she whispered again as she pulled him back onto him, and brought her lips to his.
"I love you too Hermione."
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