Bookworm Ch 2

After hexing Harry into the hospital wing for having his way with her and receiving a grovelling apology, Hermione had accepted him as a her boyfriend. And there were some upsides to dating the Boy-Who-Won, she had to admit – Harry seemed to want to make up for the lack of affection he had received growing up ten-fold, and he was constantly surprising her with flowers appearing next to her bedside, rare books and other gifts that made the bookworm in her happier than ever, and just general romantic gestures.

The downside was that he was a little too affectionate at times, like right now. Hermione had just settled down in her favourite chair in the strangely empty Gryffindor Common Room with a thick book resting on her lap, when Harry entered through the portrait, a smile on his face as he saw his girlfriend.

"Hermione! You look beautiful today," he said, walking over to her.

"Thanks," she commented in a flat tone. "You don't look half shabby yourself, Mr. Potter." Hoping that was it, she opened her book and began reading.

Harry stepped behind her and began massaging her shoulders. Hermione smiled to herself, this was a distraction she could deal with... he had skilled hands.
"I am the luckiest bloke in Hogwarts," Harry commented. Hermione didn't reply, focusing on the writing.
"Lift your arms a moment, love?"

Obediently she did, letting out a contented sigh when his skilled hands ran over her sensitive sides and up again. She frowned for a moment as her vision was obscured by fabric but it passed soon enough, and she could go back to reading as Harry moved in for her shoulders again.

Oh no, there he went. An involuntary shudder went through her body as he blew in her ear before kissing her earlobe, then moved down, laying kisses on her cheek, then her neck, then her shoulder.
"Haaaaa reeee," she whined.

"I love you so damned much," the boy-who-distracted said in response, moving his head close to hers and obscuring her view. Lips met lips and Hermione heard a moan escape her own throat as their tongues wrestled while his arms were all over her body.

She was breathing heavily by the time he released her but got no time to recover, as his mouth closed around her left nipple next – wait a second, when exactly had he taken off her shirt and bra ? – while his fingers tweaked the right one in just that way she loved.

"Don't... don't suck so hard... you'll leave marks," she managed to say while panting, wriggling around in his arms as he positively dominated her body.
Another loud moan and widened eyes were the result of a finger suddenly brushing over her hot (and wet) vagi– her soaking wet pussy, even as he bit down a bit on her nipple.

"Oh Gods, Harry!" She yelled out, arching her back against the chair back even as a finger slipped inside her.

A loud thud brought them back to earth and she looked past her lover to see her book fallen on the floor. "Harry... my book."

Sheepishly he looked up, licking his lips before saying, "Oops." He brought his right hand up to her face and she could see it was glistening.
"Have a taste love... and then why don't we go upstairs for some privacy?" he suggested, pressing the wet fingers against her lips.

"If you think I'll – Mmm," her objection was lost as he pushed his fingers past her opened lips and she tasted herself. 'This is so naughty!' went through her mind as she licked his fingers clean.
"Okay... just a bit of cuddling though, I want to finish my book," she agreed when he pulled his hand away.

Harry wasted no more time, scooping her up in his arms as if she weighed nothing and rushing up the stairs to his dorm room.

In the Gryffindor Common Room a ginger head peeked up from behind the couch. "Are they gone?" Neville asked, still crouching behind it.

Ginny looked towards the stairs and just saw the door slam shut behind Harry's back, then looked over to Hermione's corner. The chair had toppled over and next to it lay the book, a discarded shirt, and Hermione's bra.
"It's all clear," she said, giggling. "Let me just... get her stuff... and then you can tell me more about your greenhouse..."

Neville blushed. He had come a long way from the shy boy who kept losing his toad, but being around the vivacious Ginny still made him look like a little kid, whenever she smiled at him like that.

–-

Hermione and Harry lied next to each other on his bed and were heavily kissing while her fingers clawed at his shirt, trying to undo the buttons. It was incredibly hard to focus on the task at hand though as Harry kept attacking her weak spots... her sensitive nipples, her soft sides, and – oh, there he went again – her earlobes. Finally she let out a grunt of annoyance, "Harry! Take your damned shirt off already!"

"Thought you'd never ask, love," Harry said, that insufferable grin appearing on his face as he shrugged off his shirt and quickly began to undo his trousers. Hermione licked her lips as her lover's body was revealed to her.
He moved back into a lying position and they began kissing again, their hands roaming over each other's body as their tongues struggled for dominance.

"Can I... can I put it in?" Harry breathed into her ear. She took a moment before the words registered.

"I... I don't know... can't we just snog some more instead?" She didn't need to look down to know she was sopping wet, but a girl shouldn't be too easy, right?

"Just the tip then? Fuck... you make me so hard," Harry insisted. He licked her earlobe and she moaned in response.

"Okay... just the tip," she agreed.

He moved over her and caught her eye after letting his eyes trail all the way from her feet, back up. "You're absolutely gorgeous, love," he said, moving in for another kiss.

Sighing contentedly she embraced him as he lowered himself over her. Somehow he had managed to get her knickers off while they were kissing so nothing stood in the way of him claiming her, and sure enough she felt the engorged head of his swollen cock prod against her entrance.

"Just... just the tip then," she reminded him, forcing her body to relax to make it easier for him. That move was rewarded by the wonderful feeling of her lower lips getting parted by something hard, hot, and massive.

"Oooh fuck... you're so wet and tight," Harry moaned. He guided his hands up, his right finding her left breast and his left wrapping around her onto her back, as he moved in to kiss her jaw.

"Oh, Harry..." Hermione moaned in response. His finger was tweaking her nipple in just the right way, he was kissing her all over, and the gentle thrusting movement he had started was causing ripples of pleasure to shoot through her naughty little pussy... hang on.
"Harry... you said, just the tip," she pointed out.

"I can't help it, you feel so damned good," he apologised, not slowing down his invading movements in the slightest. Instead, he seemed to be slowly increasing the pace.

"I can't believe you," Hermione complained. "We agreed just to snuggle – mmm, more – but now you're fucking me again – oh! That feels nice." Her arms moved over his body while she had wrapped her legs around his, using them to trap him inside her.

"Not fucking... making love. I love you so damned much," Harry said in response. "Fuck, how are you still so tight..."

Hermione looked at her love with a gaze full of love. She knew she wasn't all that pretty but Harry constantly told her how beautiful she was... and it did wonders for her ego. Still, there was a nagging little thought that she needed to give voice to...
"Harry... what about protection?"

"I took care of it," he replied, looking over his shoulder to the dorm room door. A quick 'Colloportus' had sealed it after them, before his wand had ended up on the floor somewhere.

"Mmm... that's good... so good," Hermione cooed. "Okay then lover... if you have to make love to me, fuck me harder already!"

"As the lady demands," Harry said, grinning.

–-

The Gryffindor Common Room had some more people in it now as the Gryffs felt safe in returning, and a couple looked up as a loud moan drifted down the boys' stairs.
"Oh, those two," Ginny said, rolling her eyes. "Neville, could you do the honours?"

Neville blushed. "M.. Me?"

"I know you can do it," Ginny said assuringly. She scooted closer so their thighs were touching.
With a heavy blush on his face Neville took his wand out and cast a powerful 'Silencio' on the stairs, making the sounds of the amorous duo disappear.
"Well done hero, that earns you a reward," Ginny said. Before Neville could ask what reward that was she showed him by kissing him.

–-

"I can't believe you came in me again," Hermione said drowsily, resembling a puddle of goo as she relaxed in Harry's bed. "You bad, bad boy."

"I'm not sorry. You look amazing like that," Harry said. He was sitting on the edge of his bed looking down at her, having recovered earlier. After all, he had only had to come once, whereas he'd brought her to three climaxes in a row.
"I'm the luckiest bloke in the world for getting to see this view," he added.

"Mmm mmm," Hermione agreed, nodding gently. "Right. Carry me to the shower, lover, and then you and I are going to the Library. I need some help researching and you just volunteered."

"Need some help washing your breasts?" Harry waggled his eyebrows as he bent down to scoop her up.

"Maybe, if you're lucky," she answered him, grinning. As he bent down to pick her up she'd seen 'Little Harry' starting to rise to attention again, and she didn't need to be the Smartest Witch of her Age to know what that meant... it'd be a long, hot, shower.

A/N: I was trying to write something else, but for some reason my Muse insisted on this instead.
I wasn't planning on continuing 'Bookworm', but this seems to fit perfectly as a second chapter. No promises on continuing it any further, though.