Hermione didn't think she'd ever slept so well. Usually, she woke with a clutch of anxiety with rushing thoughts of, "What day is it?"
What time is it?
What's on my agenda for today?
Instead, she felt warm and relaxed. She lay there for a moment with her eyes closed, luxuriating in the sensation before her brain helpfully reminded her why her pillow seemed a bit hard.
She was using Harry as her pillow. That's why it was so warm.
Oh, bloody hell.
Her eyes snapped open, and she inhaled sharply when she met sleepy green eyes. Harry winced, and she realized she had grabbed a few of his chest hairs when she had clenched her fist. Hermione unclenched her fist and patted his chest awkwardly in apology.
"Hello." He whispered.
Hermione could feel her face turning red as she stared back at him. "Hi."
"How are you feeling?"
"Quite nice," Hermione replied without thinking and wished she could melt into a puddle when Harry's eyebrows slowly rose as his smile widened.
"Not sore then?"
"Um." She tried to take stock with a wiggle, and Harry rolled her over so she was beneath him. "Uh…"
There was a distinctly sensual tilt to his smile as his hands slid down her body, before grasping her thighs to spread her wider.
Hermione's eyes widened as she felt him hard against her again. Was this normal? "Is this normal for mu—"
"What?" Harry paused, eyeing her curiously.
"I mean—uh—I don't think I've had sex this often before—you know male refractory periods are typically much longer—well maybe some animals have shorter periods— did you know lions can have sex fifty times in one day?" Hermione was quite horrified but unable to stop herself as she began to spew out random facts about both human and animal sexuality.
She had read a book about it. Maybe two. Maybe three. Really, how could you go into something so awkward without a good knowledge base!? Really if someone would just kill her now that would be great a part of her screamed on the inside as she moved on to talking about orgasms.
Harry stared down at Harmony bemusedly while she lectured him on male anatomy, the female anatomy, and the fact that most females couldn't orgasm from penetration alone, and did he also know — "Harmony." Harry said finally when he realized she wasn't going to run out of information any time this month.
"What?" She stopped, looking more than a little flustered and confused–as if she didn't even recognize her own name.
Harry leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose. "I want to make love to you right now. Is that okay?" He pushed with his hips, penetrating her just slightly. "I promise you orgasms."
"Or–" Hermione cleared her strangled throat. "Orgasms?"
Harry continued kissing along her jawline toward her neck as she shivered underneath him, her legs coming up to wrap around him. Yes, he thought with satisfaction and he repeated his promise to her firmly. "Orgasms."
"Oh." Her hands came up to thread through his hair. "Okay."
Hermione could feel the curve of his lips as he kissed along her shoulders, the edge of his teeth occasionally brushing her skin sending lightning through her nerve endings. Harry's hips pushed against her and she felt him coaxing her open gently for his really too-large penis. That was definitely not in any of the books she had read - in fact, statistically speaking–
"Baby."
Harry was looking at her, his green eyes warm, and there were little creases at the corners. He moved against her again, sliding deeper inside her and she gasped at the sensation. Harry's arms were braced on either side of her head and he seemed to surround her.
Harry didn't stop and her breath caught as he slid entirely inside her, his hips pressed firmly against hers. He didn't take his eyes off her as kept still for a long moment before withdrawing and then thrusting deep again. Harry settled into a rhythm, sliding out and then surging inside her, her tight pussy squeezing him delightfully.
Harry didn't stop moving as he spoke to her again. "Stay with me."
Her lungs weren't working properly as she tried to draw in air, her body moving slightly up and down with each of his thrusts. The air felt too heavy to draw into her lungs and all she could feel was the slide of him pushing inside her over and over.
Hermione slid her hands along his ribs to curve over his back. His skin was so hot under her hands, the muscles flexing as he moved on top of her. She could barely speak as the sensations short-circuited her brain. "Harry." She gasped involuntarily as he thrust particularly deep. Merlin. Nothing had ever, ever felt as good as this.
Harry felt the bite of her nails on the skin of his back as Harmony tried to move with him, pushing her hips up to meet him. She was with him again at this moment — all of her concentration on him.
Harmony was challenging in a way Harry had never before experienced. As conceited as it was for Harry to admit, he had never had trouble in the bedroom with women. However, with Harmony, it took all of his skill to keep her with him and not let her get lost in the thoughts in her head.
It was fucking exhilarating having all of her focused on him. Harmony's eyes didn't waver from him, seeming to reflect him moving over her as if for that one perfect moment they were the only people in existence.
Her nipples brushed against his chest with every hard thrust, and he moved his hands so he was cradling the top of her hand, so he wasn't fucking her off the bed. He leaned closer to her, near her ear. "You feel so perfect around me."
Harmony gave a little whimper and wrapped her legs higher on his hips. Merlin, she was tight. Harry arched his back so he could change the angle of his thrusts, knowing he needed to put pressure higher on her pussy. No orgasm from penetration alone? Challenge accepted, Harry thought.
Harmony's moans were louder as she shuddered, trying to thrust her hips up to help him penetrate her deeper. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as she writhed beneath him.
Fucking hell, she was so perfect around him. It was a struggle not to thrust too hard, too fast, to just take her. He needed her with him when he went over the edge. Had to have her with him. Had to.
"Stay with me," Harry whispered again into her curly hair, the words having way too many meanings than he was really comfortable with at this point.
Harmony shuddered under him, her body stiffening, and he could feel her pussy tightening around his cock, trying to keep him inside her.
"Yes, yes, yes." She chanted under him, the words playing along his nerve endings.
Fuck yes.
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Hermione woke for the second time to the sound of a shower and her eyes snapped open, darting around the room. Her plan of a single date had somehow morphed into a sexual marathon. Bloody hell. Although… she pictured Harry in her mind and shivered. Who could blame her?
She gave a soft groan and buried her face in his pillow next to her breathing deeply. Oh, Merlin, he smelled so good. Hermione wrapped her hands around the pillow and rolled over with it on her face.
No! This was — this was way too much too soon. And regardless of whatever was wrong with her critical thinking skills that made her jump into bed with him, she needed to – she needed to –
"Bollocks," Hermione whispered into the pillow. She needed to leave before this all went even further. She did not trust herself to have a morning after with this man. Who knows what she might do?
Marry him.
"No! I will not turn into some groupie for some muggle sex expert!" She whispered vehemently to herself, muffled by the pillow. She paused and gave a giggle thinking. "Sexpert."
A low shout from the bathroom interrupted her thoughts. "I'll be out in just a minute… unless you want to join me?"
Yes, she thought picturing the water running over Harry's body.
Then she immediately panicked. Wow. Okay, time to leave. Hermione jumped up from the bed and almost fell on the floor as she staggered trying to keep upright. Apparently, sexual marathons were on the same level as actual marathons because it felt like her thighs were jelly. She scrambled around the wrecked bed trying to look for clothes for several seconds before she remembered they had gotten naked in Harry's entryway. She hadn't even made it to his bedroom before getting naked.
Bloody muggle sexperts.
Randomly a sneering face from her last employment, Noémie Gauthier, flashed into her mind. Noémie had constantly picked on Hermione as a frigid English muggle-born. Ha! Hermione had definitely proved she was NOT frigid.
"See I just have high standards, you cow," Hermione muttered to herself in satisfaction.
The shower cut off and adrenaline shot through Hermione as she tried to gather her thoughts which were running in different directions. She needed to get out of here! Hermione ran out of the bedroom naked trying not to feel ridiculous. She grabbed her dress from the narrow entry table ( that she had had sex on—take that Noémie ) pulling it over her head and just bundled everything else in her arms as she tried to open Harry's door.
The knob refused to budge.
"Harmony?" Harry called as the sound of the shower cut off.
Hermione yanked on the door desperately not responding to Harry's inquiry, before changing tactics and pulling her wand out of her purse. "Alohamora!"
There was a wooshing sound as her spell splashed uselessly against the door. The door should have opened! Hermione grabbed the knob again, getting flustered. Had she managed to flub such a simple spell?
"Eximo." She muttered tapping the doorknob with her wand while concentrating. The higher-level release spell was designed for war mage-level wards, but even then, the door held for a long second shuddering under her the assault of her magic before slamming open loudly and bouncing against the wall of the corridor outside.
Hermione didn't have time to consider all the implications of what just happened as she heard Harry's footsteps and darted out of his flat. She ran barefoot down the hallway towards the stairwell on the far end clutching all her things like a mental ward escapee. Her wand was still in her hand and she muttered disillusionment spells as she burst into the stairwell and ran up the flight of stairs toward her flat.
She was just about to open the stairwell door to her floor when she heard the door below bang open for the entrance underneath her. There was the thudding sound of steps going quickly downward and Hermione knew it was Harry even without seeing him. Her heart slammed in her chest, the adrenaline rushing through her made it hard to keep her breathing quiet. When Harry exited the stairwell, she finally let herself open the door to her floor and step inside quietly.
It was a bit unnerving actually, the feeling of being hunted. She wasn't afraid exactly, but she definitely did not want to have a conversation with Harry at the moment. Hermione opened her door in a rush and slammed it shut, locking it and leaning against it with her eyes closed breathing deeply.
"Mrow." Crookshanks politely inquired as he approached her curiously.
"I'm fine," Hermione told Crookshanks, continuing to breathe in and out slowly, trying to calm her racing heart.
Crookshanks wound himself around her legs in a figure-eight pattern, purring as he rubbed his head against her. Hermione's tense muscles slowly relaxed and she slid slowly down the door until she sat on the floor. Crookshanks stepped closer to her rubbing his whiskers in her face.
"I told you I'm fine."
"Mrowrow."
Hermione sighed and leaned her head back away from Crookshanks so she didn't get fur all over her face as her cat continued to try to soothe her by rubbing up against her. "I just stupidly ran away from the muggle of my dreams I think."
Crookshanks hissed at her.
"I know I'm not stupid! I just meant you know – with other people."
"Mew."
"I cannot put up with you right now." Hermione stood up and went to her bedroom ignoring Crookshanks. She put her purse and wand on the entry table before going into her bedroom to undress. She dumped her stockings and panties that she had clutched in the hamper and then pulled off her dress it throw that in too. She wanted to wear a nightshirt and hide under her covers until her heart stopped feeling like it was going to burst out of her chest.
She pulled on an oversized nightshirt that had her favorite cat Peach on it, playing with her counterpart Goma. Hermione was just about to flop into bed when she paused and went back to her hamper going through the clothes she had thrown in there. "Bloody hell!"
She had left her bra behind! Damnit. She liked that bra. With a huff, she turned around and flopped back into her bed covering her face with her arms. Crookshanks, nosy as always jumped onto the bed after her, making a show of sniffing her.
She inhaled deeply and thought she could smell his cologne.
Stay with me.
The remembered timber of his voice caused a flush to spread over her body. Hermione rolled over, ignoring Crookshanks indignant yowl when she dislodged him from his spot at her side. Everything was going to be okay really. Even though they lived in the same flat, she could just disillusion herself forever whenever she came home or whenever she left. That was reasonable, right? It definitely sounded reasonable to her right now.
What were the chances that a blind date would live in the same complex?! It was just fantastically minuscule. Impossible.
"Impossible," Hermione muttered to herself.
Everything would be fine though. She would disillusion herself for a while until she was sure Harry forgot her, and probably she would just be working most of the time anyway. The new research position at the Ministry of Magic would hopefully be enough of a distraction from a sexpert muggle with laser-green eyes.
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Harry slammed out of the entrance to the lobby barefoot and wearing only sweats. His head whipped about looking left and right for a fleeing curly-haired woman. How had she opened his fucking door? How had she managed to be quick enough to get away from him? He was a bloody Auror.
Fuck.
Had he done something wrong? Harry braced his hands on the top of his head, messing his wet hair up further as stood there for a moment ignoring the stares of the passersby. Then he turned and jogged back up the stairs to his floor. The magical folk he passed barely glanced at him, but some of the muggles eyed him suspiciously.
When he got to his unlocked door he stopped and performed a few diagnostic spells to retrieve recently cast spells in the area.
Magic arced out wrapping around his door before the list of spells appeared. He heard steps approaching but ignored them, this floor was magic kind only, they would leave him alone.
The steps stopped behind him though and an annoying female voice asked, "Eximo? What's that?"
In a long-suffering voice without turning around he asked his sister, "What are you doing here Zinny?"
"Why are you naked in the corridor?"
"I am not naked in the corridor!" Really first he lost his pretty little muggle somehow and now he had to deal with his sister, this was too much.
"I told you not to take dating advice from Sirius."
Harry finally turned from his diagnostic to face his smirking little sister about to scold her but Zinnia held up a bag that smelled of bacon and eggs. "Don't be a prat or I'll eat all this while you watch."
"Argh." Harry stomped back into his flat with his sister following before throwing himself on the sofa sullenly.
"Oh, ho! So this is why you're so mad." Zinnia laughed as she paused by her brother's messy entryway and pulled out a bra that had been half stuck behind her brother's entry table. She waved it back and forth like it was a flag. She was going to tease him forever about this.
Harry jumped up and snatched the bra away from his sister and threw it in his bedroom before slamming the door shut.
Completely unfazed by his behavior his sister spread out the takeaway she had bought on the coffee table in front of the sofa. The food was still steaming hot courtesy of stasis spells. Harry sat down and stole all the bacon for himself, while his sister rolled her eyes but didn't bother arguing with him.
"I'm too old to be fighting over bacon with you." Zinnia sniffed, turning up her nose.
"Because you'd lose." Harry grinned at her, his mood a bit improved by hogging all the bacon.
"You're so annoying." There was a pause while they both ate their food before Zinnia asked again. "So that spell. I've never seen it before- what is it?"
Harry braced his elbows on his knees, looking downward as he thought about the strange spell showing on the diagnostic. "It's a release spell for wards and locks, quite powerful, and a bit difficult to cast without sufficient power and training."
"Why were you using that on your door?"
"I didn't."
Zinnia's eyes widened. "You were locking someone up in here? Was this the same someone who was wearing that bra?"
"Why are you so aggravating? What is wrong with you?"
"My big hog of a brother stole all my bacon so I'm a bit testy."
"I enjoyed it more knowing you wanted some. And my date was a muggle woman."
Zinnia paused with her mouth open for a retort, closing it and thinking for a minute before asking again slowly. "You…took home a muggle?"
"Zinnia," Harry said warningly.
Zinnia held up her hands placatingly. "No, I'm not saying it's bad– I just never really pictured you with a muggle."
Harry looked toward the door that he had warded after Hermione had first fallen asleep. He couldn't really relax without the proper wards in place. "Well… I'm not so sure she was a muggle anymore… there was something about her…"
"Oh shit."
"Don't cuss. And what?"
"You are my big brother, not mum or dad!" Zinnia said pointing at him. "And I realized this is just like a fairy tale!"
"What?"
"Cinderella!"
"Zinnia–"
"Except instead of her shoe she left her bra for you to find her by!"