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Double update today! On this story and also Blurred Lines!

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November 27th, 2005

The Doctor's office

"I think I'm ready to talk about Ginny." Harry says with firmness.

The Doctor opens a discreet smile. "Okay. I'm ready to listen, then."

He inhales and exhales heavily. His palms are sweaty and even if he decided he wanted to do this, it doesn't make it any easier. He never opened up about what happened between him and Ginny before. The first time was almost a month ago when he told Hermione.

A small smile comes to his face when he thinks about that party. The night started awfully, but ended perfectly. He still wonders why he went to Hermione's and slept in her bed, holding her. But regardless the reasons, it just… felt right.

Clearing his throat, he says, "Ginny was my first love. Or at least I think so."

"You think so? Elaborate."

He cocks his head, knowing very well that the Doctor is anxious to hear about this. Harry does know how many times she tried making him talk.

"I'm not sure I understand what love is." This is another thing he's been keeping to himself for long. Of course he understands affection and kindness and happiness, but he always wondered if… "I grew up in a house that I could only watch my aunt and uncle loving their son. That love was never directed at me."

The Doctor nods, taking a few notes.

Harry keeps talking.

"When I first arrived at Hogwarts and made real friends, met loving families… it all seemed a bit strange at first. I had no idea how good it could feel to be with friends or included in a family." He stops for a second. "In a very alien way I knew those people loved me and I cared for them with all my heart. But even so, sometimes I still wonder, you know?"

"Wonder what?"

"What if I'm feeling it the wrong way? What if what I think is love… really isn't?"

"That's a fair question, Harry."

He tilts his head. "Is it possible to know what this feeling is exactly, Doctor? Understand it fully?"

"Maybe not. Most emotions are, in a way, naturally personal, Harry. Love, hate, anger, hope, happiness, sorrow, fear… they are all abstract. And if I'm being honest, after years of doing this, of being a therapist, I can say that people feel and show them differently. The notions of what these emotions are, we all understand, but when it comes to experiencing them…" She shakes her head, "For example, I'm pretty sure my anger is not the same as yours."

"Why is that?"

"Because each one of us are unique individuals, Harry. The love you feel has its roots on the way you perceived it first. Maybe you won't feel it the same way as your friend Ron, for example, but you'll recognize it, don't worry."

He runs a hand through his hair. "So, I think I loved Ginny. I mean, I wanted to be with her all the time, kiss her and smell her perfume." He smiles. "I loved hearing her voice and talking with her about silly things. It was very nice. Well, the sex was the nicest."

"So, what went wrong?"

"You see," He clears his throat, "when I fully realized what I had to do to defeat Voldemort-" The Doctor shudders a bit. She always does when he says the name. "I didn't want Ginny by my side, I never did."

He presses his lips together, thinking.

"Why do you think that? Weren't you protecting her?"

Harry makes a face. "It… I don't know. She took many risks while I was away, and if I really wanted to protect her I should have… kept her close to me, shouldn't I?"

"You had a lot to deal with, Harry."

He nods. "I know. But…" He moves a hand in front of him, not exactly finding the right words to express this or… "I said I loved her but I couldn't picture her as part of my life. Not for real."

There. He said it.

Looking up at the Doctor, he expects to see some indignation in her eyes, but she's as stoic as always. She doesn't say a thing and Harry decides to continue talking:

"I never even considered taking her with me, Doctor. When I had to act fast or make decisions, Ginny wasn't a priority." He chews the inside of his cheek, a bit anxious. "But when it all ended and I saw myself finally free to live my life and do whatever I wanted, I went to her. I felt strongly for her and we could finally have it all. But I guess it wasn't the same for her."

"Why?"

"Because… after six months of dating, I proposed." No reaction. "And she said no."

"I see. It must have been hard for you. Did Ginny explain her refusal?"

He gulps. "She said that I… was fooling myself. That we both were." He closes his eyes, it still hurts to remember that day. "She said she'd been wanting to end things for a while and had no idea how to do so. I asked if she was in love with someone else. It wasn't the case, she just told me that we weren't right for each other and if I payed enough attention I would see it clearly. She also said she didn't want to stay in the way of my true happiness and I- I have no idea what she meant by that."

"How did you take these words?"

"They angered me. A lot. We had a huge fight and said some nasty things to each other. She complained about how I wasn't truly emotionally available and that stuck with me. I- I think I became this man."

"Emotionally unavailable."

He nods.

"After her I never even considered dating for real or being in a relationship."

"Why?"

"Because it hurt too much. And what's the point?" He snorts.

The Doctor squints, analyzing him. "Don't you want a family, Harry? A partner to grow old with?"

He scoffs. "No. I'm not that guy, Doctor. To be honest, I love my life. I love how free I am and I love the fact that I don't have to explain myself to anyone. It's also nice knowing that my emotional unavailability is not a bother to the many women I fuck." He states simply.

"I have a question. Let's suppose that Ginny wanted you back. Would you want her? Want a relationship?"

"Um. I don't think so. Not anymore."

She nods.

"Are you at peace with the life you have, Harry? With the way you lead things?"

"I am." And he's pretty honest.

"What if you meet someone that changes everything for you?"

"I hardly doubt that will happen." It's all he says, pressing his lips together.

"Don't you want to consider the possibility?"

"No."

She raises an eyebrow. "Okay, then. How do you feel after sharing this about Ginny?"

He shrugs. "Okay… she's getting married soon." He blurts out and the Doctor moves a bit on her chair.

"Is that so? Is that the reason why you decided to… let it go?"

"In a way. I mean, every time we meet each other we fight about something, mostly because I… start it. I don't know why. Maybe I want to hurt her or whatever," He moves a hand, "but now I guess she found the right guy and well…" He trails, having nothing more to say.

"Since when do you know she's getting married?"

"Almost a month."

"And you only thought about sharing this with me-"

"I told Hermione."

The Doctor clicks her tongue at that. "Hermione." She says in a different tone, with a… smile on her face. "Maybe we need to talk more about Hermione and less about Ginny."

He blinks. "Why?"

"It's been a while since you last spoke of her. You told me you two were going to be friends with benefits. How is that going?"

"It's going… well." He gulps.

Extremely fucking well. He can't stress enough how it was the best decision they made. Before the sex he already enjoyed the time he spent with Hermione, but now, it is a thousand times better.

Since Halloween they've fucked another eight times. Harry's not sure why he's keeping count, but he can't help himself. Only eight because Hermione has been busy and his trainings are insane since they're getting closer to the Championship Tournament - a special event that happens every two years and the best Quidditch team on the continent takes the Cup. It's a World Cup in a smaller scale, but just as important.

They've been meeting every morning for their run, and things are fine. They talk about everything and nothing just like they did before. Both are living their own lives, but meeting occasionally for the amazing sex. They've tried some risky positions, which ended with mind blowing orgasms and some laughs.

Being with her is so… fun. And good.

But he still needs to reach that 10. Which is driving him a bit crazy. Maybe tonight. He had an amazing idea that-

"Do you think this new aspect of your relationship changed any other in your life?" The Doctor asks and he frowns.

"In what aspect?"

"Do you still hook up as often as you did?"

He moves back on the sofa, narrowing his eyes. "Maybe not that much." He says, his voice low. The Doctor is waiting for him to say something more. "I mean, if I used to hook up with six women on a week, maybe now that number is close to two or three." He shrugs.

"Is Hermione dating someone?"

"I… don't think so."

"Um, I see. How would you feel if she said she can't meet you because she has a date?"

He snorts. "Why would I feel anything?"

"You wouldn't?"

"No." But a certain uneasiness inside him might suggest otherwise. "I want Hermione to be happy and if she finds the right guy, I'll be the first one to root for her happiness. We're best friends."

"Nothing more?"

He grits his teeth. "Nothing more." Harry raises from the sofa. "I have to go." He looks at the clock on the wall while he dons his overcoat. "I'm meeting Hermione for a night of friends with benefits." He winks at the Doctor and she shakes her head.

He doesn't wait to see if she has something to say.

Hermione's flat

He apparates inside and doesn't waste a second. The last time they had sex was a week ago and it feels like… too long.

Hermione only has time to widen her eyes when he appears in her living room because in a beat he's hugging her, their lips meeting hungrily.

Fuck.

He missed her. Which is absurd and irrational. They just met this morning for their run-

His tongue explores her mouth in a way he already knows is enough to make her moan. And she does.

He… enjoys her moans. A lot.

Grunting, he seizes her in his arms, her legs going around his waist. He takes her to the bedroom. Hermione begins to protest, but he's not listening. He's a man on a mission tonight.

When his mouth leaves hers to kiss her neck, he says, "We're getting that 10 tonight, Hermione, I won't accept another 9."

She laughs loudly and he smiles at the sound, loving it.

Harry lays her down on the bed, moving away and Hermione makes a face that it's a clear question, probably confused by his initial hunger and the fact that he's now standing up and-

He utters a few spells and she opens her mouth in shock. He can't help admiring the vision in front of him.

She's naked, her arms above her head, her hands tied up together and glued to the bed, her legs spread wide open, also glued to the bed. There's no way of moving and Hermione knows it. Harry is aware that if she wanted to, she could end his spells and free herself, but she only presses her lips together, watching him with narrow eyes.

Taking a deep breath, he's ready to enjoy this as much as possible.

"So?" She impatiently asks after a few minutes of no action.

He blinks. "It's hard not admiring you." And Hermione… blushes. He opens a smile, wondering how the fuck she can be so sexy and also so cute and adorable- "I think I've said this enough times, but you're so hot, Miss Granger, that I find myself… awestruck."

She snorts a chuckle. "Why do you think you're getting that 10 tonight? Just because I'm tied up?" Harry crosses his arms. "I mean, it happened before and-"

"It's not because of that." He cuts her, annoyed by what she was about to say. He can't help thinking who tied her up before, how it was, if she liked, if- "I have a few tricks up my sleeve."

"Is that so?" She opens a naughty smile.

He only returns the smile and takes off his jacket, tossing it aside. Then, he slowly starts to unbutton his shirt. Hermione is watching him with keen eyes. He knows she's still analyzing the situation, warming up. After their encounters he already knows when she's throbbing for him, getting wet. He also knows how she behaves when an uncontrollable lust takes over her. Not to mention the few moments of extreme abandon she has before her orgasm. He loves these ones the most.

Watching her, he strips down very slowly, taking his time and perceiving how she bites her lower lip when he's only in his boxers, or how she tries squeezing her thighs together when he starts to stroke himself.

He learned that showing her how hard he gets by only looking at her is a huge turn on.

"Do you want me to tell you what I'm going to do?"

"Yes." Her voice is already on a tone that only exists in these situations. If they haven't decided to fuck, he would never hear this tone and that is certainly a crime. Because it's hot. So damn hot.

"Okay." He says, not stroking himself anymore and taking a step to the bed. Hermione is looking at the way his cock is marking his underwear. And she licks her lips. He sets his jaw. It amazes him how such little actions from her are enough for him to almost lose control. Which is very surprising. No other woman ever caused this. "I'm going to drive you mad, Hermione."

"I think I've heard this before." She states in provocation, rolling her eyes. "I'm still waiting for it to happen."

He opens his mouth and chuckles, outraged. "You, witch! What do you call the way you scream my name, then? Or the way I make you cum so hard that you lose notion of space or time?"

She's smiling. "Harry, come on, you flatter yourself too much."

The way she provokes him is… unique. And Harry is pretty sure it's because they know each other insanely well. Which is nice. And sometimes very entertaining.

Choosing to ignore her last words, he reaches the bed, kneeling on it and kissing her right calf. On their third encounter he discovered Hermione is ridiculously ticklishly in some particular spots… like on her knees. When he found this out he couldn't stop himself from tickling her. The tears it brought to her eyes were adoring and they laughed so earnestly Harry's not sure how it didn't ruin the mood. Instead, they fucked very hard on that particular occasion.

He ponders if he should tickle her tonight, but he chooses to leave gentle kisses on her thigh, biting gently. Hermione is silent while she observes him. However, her breathing is already shorter, heavier. He noticed it happens to both when they're this naked and close.

Harry nuzzles on her inner thigh, his hands squeezing her flesh. Hermione lets out a soft moan and he licks her, going all the way to her cunt.

It still gives him chills to think about the first time he ate her out. On their fourth encounter. He has no idea why he waited so long, but maybe he felt, deep inside him, that it would be his doom. Which it was. It's impossible to know how many times he daydreams about licking, sucking and kissing her. It's impossible for him to forget how hard he got and how he almost came without touching his dick by only feeling her in his mouth.

Her taste is all consuming and her hotness a new kind of addiction.

And she screamed so loud on the first time he did this that he was sure the 10 was coming. But, no. Another 9. He hates this number now. It feels cursed.

But not tonight.

He leaves a gentle kiss on her inner lips, sucking very gently. She squirms under him and he knows she wants to put her hands on his hair and dishevel him completely. She did it every time. Because since that fourth encounter, he makes an extra effort to pleasure her this way. It was particularly amazing when she sat on his face.

Harry goes to her left thigh, biting, his hands going from her waist to her breasts. Hermione told him the exact pressure she enjoys and he discovered that it is so for most women - since he tested it out. He even told her about it, excited that this thing between them is improving his skills. Hermione only smiled, saying she was glad about it. He has no idea if she went out with any guy since they started this, but he's sure she would use a few new tricks he taught her too. Because even if her bj is a 10 - well, 11 - he pointed out that she could give more attention to the balls. She only winked and had him almost fainting from pleasure after.

He pinches her nipples, looking up at her. He doubts he'll ever see or touch breasts more beautiful than hers, so, he enjoys having his way with them very much. Harry moves up on her body, rubbing himself on her, kissing his favorite spots, feeling how she shivers under his touch.

It's undeniable that he… loves every second of it.

Their mouths meet and they share a sensual kiss. Swirling tongues and pecks and soft bites. He sighs, feeling anxious because of how perfect it is. All their kisses. Literally. They're perfect.

She's perfect.

He rubs his cheek on hers and Hermione moans, her hips coming up against his. And while he kisses her neck, his middle finger finds her entrance, going in slowly, his thumb on her clit.

"I'm curious." He says.

She turns her head to look at him, her hips meeting his finger, searching for a satisfying friction.

"Yeah?" She asks, biting on his cheek.

"How many orgasms did you have on one night? Or on one encounter?"

His finger slides in and out, he rubs her slowly.

She wets her lips.

"Four."

Harry raises an eyebrow. If he's not mistaken he gave her three on their first time, so, it won't be that hard to break this little record.

"Only four?" He teases, kissing her jaw. "Who?"

Hermione sighs. "Viktor."

Always this asshole.

Harry sets his jaw, glad that she can't look into his eyes… he's not sure what she would see there. He can't even be sure of what this fleeting anger inside him is.

"Um. He's the 10 and the record holder for orgasms. I see."

She snorts. "As I said before, it's not a competition, Harry."

"It is." He states, finally looking at her, their noses touching.

"Why are you so obsessed with this?" She asks in a low voice, giving him a peck and moaning. His finger hasn't stopped.

"I want to be a 10 too. And I'll give you five orgasms. Right now."

"That's a big promise."

Taking a deep breath, he moves on the bed, kneeling again, positioning himself in a way that he can see her fully. His left hand goes to her neck. Hermione narrows her eyes. "You like it rough, don't you?" It's a rhetorical question. She already said she does. And he already saw it first hand. "How do you feel about this?" He closes his fingers around her neck, gently… then a bit stronger. She breathes heavily and he adds one more finger, two going inside her a bit harder. "Good?" He asks in a neutral voice, trying not to think how this completely sends him over the edge.

She's at his complete mercy.

And she trusts him so much that there's not even a sliver of doubt in her eyes.

This notion makes his heart beat extremely fast.

His grip on her neck tightens and she closes her eyes, moaning. It's not the first time Harry does this, he knows how hot it is and how strong the orgasm can be.

He wants to watch her complete undoing.

Gritting his teeth, he rubs on her clit harshly, knowing how her body responds he can tell she's already lost in the sensation, and he squeezes her neck a bit more.

Not resisting anymore, he stops fingering her, lowering down until his tongue finds her clit. She jerks when he sucks on it. He'll take his time with this. Provoking her, he loosens the grip on her neck and Hermione breathes heavily, her chest going up and down madly while he licks her cunt, his tongue going inside her slowly. He does his best not to rub himself on the mattress. Having her this way is absolutely bliss. He moans at the back of his throat, repeating a pattern of kisses and licks that he knows are fatal for her.

His hand closes a bit more around her neck now. And she moves her hips into his mouth, frenetically. He's so hard now. This is so amazing. He inserts a finger and lifts his head slightly, knowing that-

Hermione tries to scream his name, her eyes rolling back, her body shaking and jerking, her back raising from the bed. He squeezes her neck a bit more.

He controls his own breathing, he wants- needs to be inside her immediately. She goes completely numb in his hands, a faint smile on her face.

Releasing her neck, he kisses her stomach, watching while she comes down from her orgasm, breathing unevenly. Harry squeezes her breasts, his touch gentle while he licks on the fingers that were inside her, stroking himself after.

She's breathing through her mouth, a very thin layer of sweat covering her body.

"My god." She says in a whisper.

"Just Harry."

She snorts and he chuckles, kissing her.

The kiss is soft, tender.

"A 10?" He asks, leaving small kisses on her cheeks.

It takes her a moment to answer and he frowns.

"Why do you want this 10 so much?" She asks in a serious tone.

"I-" He's… not sure. "I want to please you." He whispers, gulping.

"You already do, Harry." She kisses the tip of his nose. "Why you want the 10?"

"Because-" He sets his jaw. Many thoughts go through his mind all at once. And he knows the answer. But he lies to Hermione. He lies to her face. "Because I want to be the best, Hermione. Did you forget that I have a huge ego?"

She looks away from him, pressing her lips together.

"What happens when you get your 10?" Her voice is so low he only hears because they're inches apart.

"I- well, then I'll know I'm the best." He kisses the corner of her mouth. "Why?"

Hermione sighs. "It was a 10, Harry." She looks back at him and… time stops.

He inhales heavily, exhilaration coursing through his veins. He slowly opens a smile.

"I knew it." He says, kissing her after, his hips meeting hers.

And there's such a warm sensation inside him that he can't stop smiling. Hermione is serious, but after a while his joy rubs on her and she chuckles with him.

"Fuck, finally." He says, kissing her neck, embracing her.

"What now, then? Is it over?"

He tenses up so fast it feels like someone shocked him. Harry blinks many times, looking into her eyes. "Over?" He asks, his voice shaking slightly. "What- what do you mean?"

A wrinkle appears between her brows. "I thought that… after you got your 10 you would be done with me."

"Done with you?" Harry laughs out loud, shaking. A wave of relief taking over him. For a second he imagined she wanted to stop this between them and- it hurt.

"What's so funny?" Oh, she's pissed now.

He stops laughing, kissing her.

One, two, three times.

"I'm just beginning with you, Hermione." He says into her ear. Then, he looks into her eyes. "I'll only be done with you when you end this. It's your choice." He kisses her nose. "As far as I know I'll keep trying to give you these 10s." He winks.

She widens her eyes a bit, tilting her head. "Is that so?"

"Yeah."

Clearing her throat, she says, "If that's the case, then you have another four 10s to give me tonight." And she opens a side smile.

"Oh, don't worry. I'm more than ready."

Their next kiss is heated. Eager. He considers releasing her from the binding spells, but there are a few things he wants to do first.

"I want you inside me." She says in a husky voice.

He freezes.

It's the first time she so explicitly says something like this. He groans.

"Are you begging?"

She hasn't begged. Not even once. Even if he realized that with Hermione this is dumb - because they reach their limits at the same time - he still wants her to beg.

"No." She swallows hard. He squints.

"Just beg, Hermione." He rubs his cock on her entrance, the underwear an inconvenience. "Beg and I'll release you from these spells. I'll be inside you in a blink."

She inhales sharply, biting on her lower lip while he keeps moving his hips.

"You should know by now that I won't beg, Harry."

He snorts. She's so stubborn. And so amazing.

"Fine, then." He moves to nibble on her earlobe. "You'll have to wait." He says in her ear and she grunts. "I had a little something planned out for tonight. It's a sure 10."

"Yeah?" They're moving their hips in sync, breathing hard.

Harry has no idea how he's holding up so well. He wants to test his idea, but just being with her like this is driving him crazy and it seems like they can't stop moving. He buries his face on the crook of her neck, both his arms embracing her tightly. Their hips meeting just right, his cock rubbing on her clit and entrance. He bites on his lower lip. He didn't want to cum so early in the evening, but-

He snaps two fingers and his underwear disappears.

Both moan. He resists not to enter her, even knowing that she's desperate for it.

Damn. He's desperate for it too.

But they keep moving on this endless teasing, and she turns her head to kiss the side of his face, gentle, adoring kisses. His fingers dig deep into her waist, their chests rubbing, their bodies searching for a friction that-

"I'm close-" He says and bites her neck, kissing her. "Fuck, you're so delicious that-"

She moans, jerking in his arms. And Harry cums with her. On her belly.

That was unexpected.

And fantastic.

She chuckles, rubbing her cheek on his. "7." She says honestly. "But very delicious."

He wets his lips. Nuzzling her again. Her tongue licks his ear and he shivers.

"That's two." He says. "Three to go."

"Hmm." She's so relaxed now, closing her eyes a bit.

"No, no, no. Don't even think about sleeping."

"It's just so good here in relaxing land." She jokes. "I feel high."

They chuckle. "Good sex will do that to you."

"Indeed."

To wake her, he moves back, and on his knees he observes the mess he made on her belly. It's impossible not to moan. Hermione opens her eyes, looking at him, seeing what he's seeing.

"Does it turn you on? To see your cum all over me like that?"

"Fuck." He snorts. "When you talk like that I feel my cock twitch." He's sincere and she opens a seductive smile.

Because it's the first time this happens. So far he only came inside her. Which is very satisfying. But they clean themselves pretty fast and-

Looking at her, still trapped because of his spells, her belly like that, her pink cunt swollen and-

There's a feeling of… possession inside him.

And it roars: Mine.

Harry swallows hard at the thought.

Rule Number 6. No catching feelings or being possessive or-

He's not catching feelings. Of course not.

Maybe he's a bit possessive because… they do have mind blowing sex. And it feels like a dumb thing for her to be with someone else when they can share this-

"Are you dating someone?" He asks, not controlling his mind or tongue.

She frowns. "No. Not for a while." She says slowly.

"Why not?"

"I- I don't know." She shrugs. "Didn't find anyone worth the trouble."

"What about Edward?"

What are you doing, you idiot?

Her expression changes a bit. "I… do you think I should go out with him again?"

"Well, he's nice and you two had fun, didn't you?" He hides the hint of… jealousy on his tone. "I think you should. I mean, you said you wanted to find someone and all that."

What's happening?

She clears her throat. "Yeah, you're right."

Oh, well. It… hurts to hear it. He realizes he was expecting her to refuse his words. And he has no idea what to say now. Reality is that he doesn't want Hermione going out with Edward-

"Are you releasing me from these spells or…?"

He blinks, coming back to the moment. "No. Three to go, remember?" He winks, moving his wrist and cleaning her belly, a hollowness inside him.

But Hermione smiles and he does too. "I'm waiting, then."

He squeezes her thighs and the feel of her skin under his touch eases his mind a bit, that little ache on his chest going away.

She's there. With him.

This moment won't repeat itself and it hasn't ended yet, so, he doesn't need to worry about other things now. Or ever.

He wets his lips, squinting. "I never tried this before and I want to know what you think of it."

She raises an eyebrow. "Oh? Is there something you never tried before in sex? This shocks me." She's chuckling but her tone is… off. He ignores it.

"Well, trying to reach this 10 was driving me insane, so…" He inhales deeply. "I went to a Muggle sex shop."

Hermione laughs. "That's actually nice, Harry. Thank you so much for investing in my pleasure."

He shrugs, feeling a bit shy.

Then he moves his wrist and the little 'toy' he bought appears in his hand.

"It's pretty simple." He says to Hermione, her eyes are heavy on him and he's trying not to remember how much he stammered at the store when he went to buy this. The lovely lady who sold it to him was actually fascinated that he wanted to please his partner with a toy. She said most guys imagine that if they need something like this, they're not doing what they must right. But Harry doesn't see things this way. He knows he's doing it right, but he wants to give Hermione… something more. Something different. "It vibrates and sucks on your clit."

She smiles, throwing her head back. "Harry James Potter." She says with an amused expression. "I'll have to find a proper way of paying you back for this."

It's his turn to smile. Harry actually leans to her for a kiss. "Do you like the idea?"

"Very much."

He feels giddy. "I was afraid you wouldn't like it." He shrugs. "Want to test it out?" He wiggles his eyebrows.

"I do." She kisses him. "But first I want to kiss you. Feel you."

He exhales heavily, leaving the nice toy on the bed near them. In a beat they're kissing. It's a bit hard for him to understand how much he enjoys kissing her. Their kisses have escalated from that first one at the party. Now they know very well what the other likes and it's always monumental when they take a moment to connect this way. It turns him on more than he's ready to admit, and it surely happens the same with Hermione.

He pinches her nipples, moving to kiss the point on her neck that makes her legs numb.

"Hmmm." She mumbles, her hips already moving, trying to meet his.

Harry keeps going, loving the way she responds to his touch. It's not like other women don't, but with Hermione he always felt… honesty in it. He's not THE Harry Potter for her. He's just Harry. Her best friend. When he does something she doesn't like, Hermione is very straightforward about it, so, he doesn't need to guess if she's faking a reaction or not.

Their lips meet again and he takes the toy, his fingers going to her cunt. She's already ready, and she bites on his lower lip, moaning.

"Let me turn this thing on." He winks, laughing.

Hermione patiently waits while he figures it out. Harry loved the toy's design, it's nice and he hopes it gives her an extraordinary orgasm.

Finally, turning it on, he raises an eyebrow. "So many levels of vibration." He's nervously chuckling, but Hermione is looking at him with a very strange expression. "What?" He frowns.

She gulps. "Nothing." Her voice comes out faint.

He considers pressing the matter but her eyes only show him lust.

"Let's start slowly." It came with a little remote for him to set the vibration and suction.

Hermione presses her lips together when he inserts the toy.

Harry has to admit this is way hotter than he thought it would be.

After making sure that the toy is where it's supposed to be, he kisses her again and turns it on. Hermione opens her mouth, silent screaming. He keeps kissing her, swallowing her whimpers. Knowing what she wants by the way she breathes and moves he methodically increases the vibration and suction and-

She screams at one point, her whole body trembling and jerking.

"My god!" Her whole back arches and she moans loudly.

He bites on her breast, loving the way she's losing control. He strokes himself, increasing the vibration and she shuts her eyes, shaking, wanting to close her thighs but unable to because of the way his spells are holding her.

And… what a vision when she cums again. He watches, pumping himself and thinking how beautiful she is. Her pleasure gives him a profound satisfaction and he moans with her, feeling a bit mad.

He's breathing insanely hard. He turns the toy off, getting rid of it. Hermione has tears in her eyes. Harry kisses her belly, going to her sex, licking her. She moans. He's sure she's very sensitive right now, but even so, he stimulates her a bit and soon she's withering under him.

"Fuck, Harry." Her voice is barely there and she looks like a mess.

He kisses his way up to her mouth. "You're gorgeous." He says, his lips on hers. Hermione smiles. "So, the toy gets a 10?" He chuckles, knowing the answer.

"It gets a 12."

They kiss softly. "Hm. It can't be better than me." He bites her cheek, joking.

"It is not." She says and he turns his head to look at her. "It doesn't come close to the sensation of having you inside me."

He blinks, gulping. "Is that so?" His voice is low, their eyes locked. He gives her a peck and they keep watching each other.

There's… something being said. Something he's not sure. Or maybe not ready to listen.

His hand cups her cheek, his thumb caressing her face. They smile.

He loves being with her. He-

"There's nothing like being inside you, Hermione." The moment the words leave his mouth, an alarm goes off inside his head. He shouldn't be saying this. She widens her eyes a bit, gently touching his nose with hers. And the gesture breaks his heart a little. He has no idea why.

"Let me touch you." She pleads.

And he concedes, forgetting about the five orgasms.

Hermione sighs after finally being freed. In a beat he sees himself trapped in her embrace. Her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist.

And they keep kissing.

He loves the way she touches him. Her hands on his hair and shoulders, her legs going up and down on his sides. Her head moving to kiss his neck.

"I don't think I can have another orgasm, Harry." She mumbles after a while and he makes a face, squeezing her ass.

"Are you sure?"

They're kissing softly with gentle occasional bites on the neck.

"This toy was… brutal." She's laughing, though, and he smiles.

"I'm glad you liked it."

They… cuddle. Kissing and squeezing and nuzzling, feeling the other. For a long while. Harry's not sure how long.

Until-

She pulls back, her hand on his face.

Her fingers trace his scar.

She's the only person he allows this.

Of course many others tried touching his scar. They're all curious about it. They want to see if it's hot or if it'll burn their fingers, which is ridiculous. And Harry is very clear about it. If someone touches him this way, he leaves immediately, not caring about what they're doing.

Most obey this little rule. Some don't.

But with Hermione he doesn't have to… think about it. Of course she can touch his scar, of course she can kiss it, just like she's doing right now.

And her hand slides down from his scar to his cheek, to his neck, his chest… all the way to his cock. She strokes him slowly.

He touches his forehead on hers.

There's a tightness on his chest. A foreigner sensation. It's not awful, but it's not wonderful. It's a bit suffocating. Good. Exciting. Warm. Cold. Frightening.

It's a mess of feelings.

It takes him a moment to understand that Hermione is guiding him inside her. He raises an eyebrow in question. She just said-

"Maybe one more." She whispers.

He smiles and puts both forearms on the sides of her head, supporting himself and looking into her eyes while he slides in. He moves his hips slowly but deeply and she opens her mouth, their lips touching, his fingers caressing her scalp in a gentle stroke.

It's their second time having sex in this position. Hermione's favorite. And Harry can't deny that… it's nice. It feels good. He can look at her. He can kiss her properly. They're touching everywhere. There are no downsides on this.

They keep kissing on the same rhythm he's thrusting. Sometimes softly, others roughly. But each and every kiss is breathtaking.

This doesn't feel as… just sex.

It crosses his mind and he considers putting some distance between them, maybe changing positions or-

Her nails dig into his back and his eyes focus on hers.

"What is it?" She asks, breathing so hard Harry fears she might faint.

He blinks. It's impressive how well she knows him, how easily she can read his reactions.

Harry opens a side smile, shaking his head.

"Nothing." He whispers, kissing her again, not changing positions or moving away.

Hermione clenches her walls around him and he moans, still trying to make it last for as long as he can.

"Good? Are you close?" He asks in a low voice.

"Yes." She whimpers and he stops his movements. Hermione widens her eyes, groaning in frustration. "Fuck, why?" She looks angry and he grits his teeth. It wasn't easy for him to stop either, but-

He doesn't answer, still inside her, throbbing but not moving. He wants to take both to the edge.

When he moves again it's so slowly that she whines. It feels like a delicious small torture.

They're breathing so hard. Her chest is moving up and down, his also. Both are sweating and they share an animalistic kiss. Biting and groaning.

Hermione fists the sheets, moving her hips. He moves his.

This time he stops because he's insanely close. He doesn't want it to end.

He touches her forehead with his while they try to calm down their breathing.

His hands move from her head, seeking hers on the bed and… intertwining their fingers.

Harry moves again and she does too.

But this time he doesn't stop. It's frenetic and explosive.

They cum so hard that both scream, their hands squeezing each other's.

Harry can affirm he never came so hard in his life.

This is a 20.

He's blind. And he's sure he loses conscience for a few seconds. When he comes back to himself, Hermione's body is heavy, as if she's sleeping profoundly. She's totally and completely relaxed, a lazy smile on her face, her eyes closed. She's coming back to Earth.

Harry moves to the side, spent and… content. Happy. Satisfied. There's a warm sensation inside him, bringing a huge smile to his face.

"I'm famished." Hermione states after a while, her voice dragging.

He laughs. She still has her eyes closed. He's sure she can't even move right now.

"What do you wanna eat?" He asks, taking her hand and kissing it. "I can prepare something for us-"

"No." She cuts him, clearing her throat and opening her eyes, then, she pulls her hand from his and supports herself on her elbows. "I- I mean, I was preparing dinner when you arrived and I have to wake very early tomorrow. I'll be at the press conference."

"The press for the Quidditch Championship Tournament?" He frowns. Hermione never attended one of these.

"Yes. Since the magazine is covering the Sports World now, we have to be there." He presses his lips together. The 'we' she's talking about is certainly her and Luke. "And it's a huge deal, right? This press conference."

"It is. All teams and coaches are there. It's the moment for people to bet their galleons and for players to be cocky about their skills."

"Yeah, so, I want to go to bed early, Harry. If you cook and we eat together I know we'll sleep around 2am." She's not looking at him while she says this and Harry can't help thinking something is wrong. He can't even count how many times she had to wake early on the next day and that never stopped them from talking and drinking until 2, 3am. "You also need to rest." She states, moving on the bed and sitting, her feet on the floor.

He observes her back. He already did this many times, so, it's not difficult to recognize it.

Hermione is dismissing him.

Just like that.

The sex is over and there's no reason for him to stay there. She doesn't want his company and she's trying to be gentle about it.

Harry snorts when she raises from the bed and summons her clothes.

How many times he did that? Gave the woman on his bed some lousy excuse and got dressed?

"So, see you tomorrow, okay?" She says, giving him a look before heading into her bathroom and closing the door.

He opens his mouth, so shocked that he can't fully comprehend what the hell just happened. He can hear her shower and he runs a hand through his hair. He could barge into the bathroom and ask her what he did wrong. Ask her if in reality she's the one who had enough after the 10. But-

I did nothing wrong.

He sits on the bed, summoning his clothes.

It's the first time she sends him away and maybe that's just a little shocking, but it shouldn't be surprising or awkward, right? They're just friends with benefits. It's not like she wants to have dinner with him and lie down to sleep while they hold each other-

He raises an eyebrow at the thought. No. He doesn't want that either.

He scoffs, dressing himself. This is perfect. Fucking and then going home to his silence and bed.

It's amazing.

Ignoring the pang in his chest, he leaves the sex toy for her on the nightstand and walks fast out of her flat. Hermione doesn't want him there and he doesn't want to stay. I don't.

He's still trying to convince himself when his head hits the pillow and the bed seems too big.