Alone at Last
Ginny and Hermione Apparated behind the pub and nervously exchanged a glance. Despite being almost certain that all their friends would accept them the same way as they had accepted them as heterosexuals four weeks ago, a prickling of doubt tormented both witches.
"Are you ready?" Ginny asked.
"As ready as I'll ever be."
"Whatever happens, we'll still have each other and Harry. Let's be bold," the redhead said resolutely.
"Let's be bold," Hermione agreed.
The pair exchanged as short peck on the lips for courage and then walked with determination around to the front of the pub. They pushed the door open and saw their friends at their usual table. Hermione and Ginny bravely walked towards them and felt the ripple of magic when they walked through the boundary of the Muffliato charm.
O-o-O-o-O
As the two witches approached, Angelina noticed that Ginny had that freshly shagged and in-love glow which wasn't too unusual on her, but she was surprised to notice that Hermione was glowing even more than the redhead. After the usual round of greetings and kisses the two friends sat down.
"Hermione," Angelina said suspiciously. "You look incredibly happy tonight. You're positively glowing."
The bushy haired brunette beamed. "That's because I am happy."
"Oh, my god," Hannah said excitedly. "You found a man!"
All hell broke loose around the table.
"Spill!" Angelina demanded.
"Spill, Spill, Spill!" the other girls chanted in a chorus.
Hermione laughed brightly "I not only found a man. I also found someone else."
"You found TWO MEN?" Luna asked surprised.
"I would have never imagined it," Fleur interjected. "Mon Dieu. Two men. That was very French of you."
"Let her speak," Angelina demanded gesticulating with her arms.
"This is still a No Judgement zone. Correct?" Hermione asked.
"The No Judgement rule will be strictly enforced," Angelina reassured her.
Hermione and Ginny exchanged a look and laughed.
Then they snogged each other senseless.
O-o-O-o-O
There was stunned silence around the table while Hermione and Ginny snogged each other. Angelina was used to being pranked by the Weasleys, so she was initially sceptical, but it took only a moment to realize this obviously was not a prank. The two witches were kissing sensually, with eyes closed, greedy tongues, and oblivious to everything and everyone around them. This was a kiss between lovers. Only the excited and happy squealing of Luna, followed by the exclamations of surprise from the other girls, made them reluctantly come apart with flushed faces.
The two pretty women had drawn attention to themselves and there were catcalls and polite clapping coming from the pub patrons who noticed them kissing. After the initial shock was over, pandemonium broke loose at the witches' table. Everyone started asking questions at the same time.
Being the nominal leader of the coven, it fell on Angelina to impose order and ask the first question.
"Are you and Harry still together?" she asked Ginny cautiously.
"Of course, we are. Don't be ridiculous," she replied firmly. "Hermione has moved in with us."
"Since when?" asked Luna calmly.
"After our last meeting," replied the redhead.
"This seems very sudden," Angelina interjected. "Neither of you ever struck me as being into girls."
"You're wrong about that," Hannah opined. "At the Hufflepuff table the consensus was that Hermione was a closeted lesbian. Sorry, but that's the truth," she added looking apologetically at the brunette.
"I can confirm," Luna added. "That was also the talk at the Ravenclaw table. That was the only explanation people could find for Harry and Hermione not being together."
"I thought I was a lesbian myself at different times," Hermione confessed. "I have been attracted to Ginny since I was fourteen. One night at the Burrow, I kissed her, and she kissed me back, but the next morning, we were both so embarrassed that we never mentioned it again, but I knew I would kiss her again if I had the chance. When she took me to her home after our last meeting it finally happened." Hermione smiled happily. "It turns out those feelings still remained under the surface for both of us."
"I take it that Harry approves of these new arrangements," Fleur commented with a smirk.
Ginny giggled. "He most certainly does."
"So, both of you are bisexual?" the French witch asked.
"Oh, gods," Hermione exclaimed closing her eyes and biting her lower lip before continuing. "I love sex with Harry. My hormones have been out of whack since he shagged me. It's like I'm fifteen years old again; I'm randy all the time."
Angela leaned forward on the table. "I want details," she demanded eagerly to the general approval of the rest of the girls.
"I think we said enough already," Ginny said with finality, ignoring the protests of her friends. "How is George?" she asked Angelina trying to change the subject.
Fleur smiled smugly as she filled the glasses of the two lovers with their favourite drinks. Angelina gave her a surreptitious wink. Meanwhile Ginny and Hermione were just relieved and happy to discover that none of their friends had expressed any negative feelings about their sexual orientation or living arrangements.
A couple of hours later all six witches were pleasantly buzzed with alcohol and the conversation had turned naughty and smutty. The first one to lose her inhibitions was, as always, Hannah Abbott, of whom Angelina once more declared that the alcohol went straight to her pussy.
"Fleur," Hannah asked with a hiccup and a sway. "I've always wondered… did getting bitten by a werewolf change anything about Bill's behaviour in bed?
The French woman laughed drunkenly. She had been plying Ginny and Hermione with a steady supply of alcohol to loosen their tongues and as a result she had been drinking more than usual herself. Her eyes were shiny when she spoke, slurring her words at times.
"Bill was very tame in bed when we first started having sex. He was sweet, and quite proficient, but to be frank, I was the dominant one when it came to sex. Then came the first full moon after he was bitten…" she reminisced with a dopey smile. "He fucked me like an animal, Bill did. He was very rough. He bit my tits so hard, that the next morning I still had bite marks on them. He would only take my pussy from behind and he pulled my hair like he was trying to tame a wild mare. He fucked me so hard, that my bum had black and blue marks for the next couple of days. And way he growled while he fucked me... it made me so bloody wet…"
"You like it rough, don't you?" Angelina interjected with a grin.
"Oh, yes," Fleur replied without shame. She paused and looked around the table. "Can I trust all of you witches?"
"Of course," Angelina replied. "Girls Night Out secrecy rules apply. Any violator will be expelled until all members forgive her," she added warningly. "Spill it, Fleur."
"During my period Bill gets very randy. He fucks me every night when I'm on the rag. I no longer suffer from menstrual cramps thanks to him." Fleur then leaned forward conspiratorially. "Want to know something else?"
All the other witches leaned forward. Ginny, who was conflicted about hearing about his brother new sexual habits, was the last one to do so.
Fleur spoke just barely above the level of a whisper, even though no one could hear anything but a buzz beyond the table. "When the full moon and my period coincide, Bill eats my pussy..."
"Eww," Hannah exclaimed.
She was immediately hit with an open palm upside the head by Angelina. "You know the rules!"
"Sorry," the blond Hufflepuff said apologetically to all.
"I swear I tried to stop him," Fleur pleaded seeing the different expressions around the table. They varied from Hannah's horror and Ginny's embarrassment to Hermione's curiosity. Luna seemed the least judgemental of all the girls. "During the full moon, Bill has this irresistible aura of dominance I can't resist. All my life I have dominated men and used them for my sexual satisfaction, but during those days of the month I enjoy being submissive and letting him fuck me any way he wants."
"I'm sure his alpha-wolf pheromones must be strong during the full moon," Luna pointed out matter-of-factly. "The sex must be messy, tough."
Fleur laughed. "Of course it is, but I swear, after he has made come and he looks up from between my legs with his face covered with my blood and cum, it sends a shiver between my legs."
Angelina laughed. "You're a freaky one, Fleur… and speaking of freaky ones," she said turning towards Ginny and Hermione with a grin. "Can Harry keep both of you witches satisfied?"
Ginny was happy to change the topic of conversation and drive away the image of her favourite brother's face smeared with Fleur's menstrual blood. She thought about sex with Harry and immediately blissful memories filled her head. She laughed silently, sticking her tongue out and biting it between her teeth.
"I will talk only for myself and let Hermione talk for herself" she said giving a sideways glance to the brunette. "Sex with Harry is always satisfying for me."
"What says, Hermione?" asked Fleur raising a quizzical eyebrow.
"Harry can satisfy both of us easily," she replied matter-of-factly. "He can fuck us until we're sore, and then some."
"Really?" Hannah asked incredulously.
"I swear Harry's cock is magical," Hermione responded earnestly. "When Ginny said in our last meeting that Harry could fuck her for hours, I thought she was exaggerating, but I now know she wasn't. He gets hard on demand."
"Blimey," Angelina exclaimed impressed.
"So how big is it?" Hannah asked far too excitedly.
Fleur laughed. "You're a size queen, aren't you Hannah. I bet you won't take less than eight inches."
Hannah blushed embarrassedly but composed herself quickly. "I like them big, so what? Neville spoiled me."
Hermione surprised herself by even entertaining an answer to her question. "Look, I haven't put a measuring tape to it," she replied, "but he's fucking big. He's may not be as long as Neville, but it's really thick. I've seen a few cocks, and Harry has the biggest one I've ever seen."
"How many have you seen?" Angelina asked, shocked that the swotty witch had seen more than two.
"During my prefect rounds I saw at least half a dozen boys with their pants down and their cocks up," she replied evenly, eliciting laughs from all the girls.
"So, to summarize" Fleur said with fake seriousness. "Harry has a big, fat cock as confirmed and verified by our resident expert."
All the girls laughed out loud, except for Ginny, who was shaking her head with a smile.
"Come on, Ginny," Angelina remonstrated. "You know it's all in good fun. No one here is going to try and steal him from you. It's like being a teenager back at Hogwarts, talking about boys."
"I know," she replied. "It just that Harry's entire life has been under public scrutiny, and I know he would hate having people talk about his bits."
"I'm sorry," Hermione apologized. "Drinking whiskey loosens my tongue. I should be more careful."
"I forgive you," Ginny said leaning over to whisper in the brunette's ear. "Just keep your tongue loose for later tonight."
Both witches laughed and ignored the inquiring looks of their friends. Thankfully, the topic of conversation changed.
"When are you leaving for Madrid, Ginny?" asked Angelina.
The Harpies had a Champions League group match against the Real Madrid Prodigies the following weekend.
Ginny rolled her eyes with annoyance. "Wednesday afternoon. Gwenog wants us to acclimate to the conditions in Madrid before the game. She's mental, you know. Right now, London is just as hot as Madrid."
"How much should I bet on the Harpies?" Angelina asked waging her eyebrows.
Ginny gave her a reproachful look. "First of all, Angie, me giving you that kind of advice is illegal. Secondly, if I answer that question, I will get a lifetime ban from Quidditch. I signed a magical contract much stricter than the one Hermione made for the DA. And finally, I didn't come here to talk about Quidditch."
At that moment she and the rest of the girls noticed that Harry and Neville were walking rapidly towards their table. Their faces were tense.
Ginny, Hermione, and Hannah stood up as one and spoke simultaneously.
"What's wrong?" all three asked alarmed.
"Has Ron been here?" Harry asked without preamble.
"No," Hermione and Ginny replied in unison.
There was obvious relief on Harry's face at the news. His wife and his girlfriend noticed a small bruise under his left eye, and both immediately took a step toward him. Ginny ran the tip of her index finger along the bruise.
"Did that idiot hit you?" the redhead roared with fury.
"Not nearly as hard as Harry hit him," Neville said with a chuckle. "He was knocked-out on his arse for a full minute."
"It doesn't matter," Hermione spat. "I'll hex his arse."
"Where's Bill?" Fleur asked a little concerned.
"And George?" Angelina chimed in.
"They were trying to calm Ron down," Harry replied. "He wanted to come here and confront Hermione, that's why we rushed here."
"Where is he?" Hermione demanded with barely contained fury. "If he has something to say to me, I want to hear it right now."
"They were trying to take him to the Burrow," Neville responded. "Luckily it looks like they succeeded."
"I'm going there right now," Hermione said resolutely.
"I'm going with you!" Ginny concurred. "If we're going to have it out, we might as well do it now."
"Girls, please calm down..."
"No, Harry," Hermione interrupted him. "We have been divorced for six months and that bloody bastard still thinks he has rights over me. I'm going to set him straight right now. How dare he hit you!"
Without another word she and Ginny headed to the door, leaving Harry and Neville unsure of what to do. All the other women got up and took a step to the door.
"Where are all of you going?" Harry asked with obvious dread.
"We're not going to miss this," Angelina replied as if it was obvious. "Besides, my husband and Fleur's husband are there."
"If there's going to be trouble, wherever Ginny and Hermione go, I go," Luna said broaching no argument.
"Same here," Hannah agreed, sobered up by the adrenaline.
Harry and Neville were momentarily left behind looking at each other. No sooner had they taken a step when the waiter stopped them.
"Ehem… Are you going to settle the bill, Sir?"
Harry took out a wad of cash from his pocket and handed it to the waiter. "Keep the change," he called out as they ran outside. The waiter's eyes bugged out.
Neville and he Apparated to the Burrow's apparition point and ran towards the house. From the distance they saw the group of six young witches and Ron being chased by Bat-Bogeys. Bill and Mrs Weasley were trying to Finite the hex, but nothing they did seemed to work. George just watched with unconcealed amusement while Mr Weasley observed, unsure of what side to take.
Harry stopped next to Ginny and Hermione, both of whom looked positively furious. He noticed that his girlfriend had Ron's wand in her left hand.
"Ginny, undo the hex right now!" Mrs Weasley demanded shrilly.
"FINITE!" Ginny shouted. A burst of palpable magic emanated from her wand, and it immediately dissolved the Bat-Bogeys. Ron stopped running and faced his sister with an enraged expression. She looked back at him full of contempt. "If you ever try to hex Hermione again, or if you ever lay a finger on Harry ever again, nothing is going to stop me from putting you in St. Mungo's!"
"How can you side against your own brother when this whore was cheating on me with your own husband," Ron screamed.
Harry and Ginny immediately took a step forward, but Hermione pulled them back with surprising strength. She walked briskly towards Ron whose eyes became round as saucers. He froze in place with terror. Hermione slapped his face so hard his entire body turned from the force of the blow.
Mrs Weasley moved her wand hand and immediately the wands of the five witches across from her moved in unison. Just in case, Harry kept a sharp eye on Bill and George, but it soon it became evident they had no plans to interfere given the unflinching attitude of their wives.
"Call me a whore again. I DARE YOU!" Hermione screamed moving her wand back to her right hand. "I never cheated on you, even though you were completely useless in bed, even though you never satisfied my needs ONCE in three years, I never cheated on you. And that was not even the main reason I divorced you. You made me miserable in even more important ways." She turned towards Mrs Weasley lowering her wand.
"I know this is an unconventional relationship and hard for you to understand, but I have always loved Ginny and I have always loved Harry. After being divorced from Ron for SIX MONTHS, we rediscovered that we love each other. I have a right to be happy and I will never apologize for loving your daughter and Harry. They make me happy."
Slowly Harry and Ginny had walked towards Hermione, and they were now standing at either side of her. Ginny turned towards her female lover and strained up a little to plant a sweet and shallow kiss on her lips. She ignored her mother's gasp and moved in front of Harry. He bent down and she kissed him just as sweetly and lovingly.
"Mum, you can accept me as I am, or you can cast me aside as your daughter. My happiness is assured either way, but I would rather have you and dad on my side. Think about it." She turned to face Harry and Hermione. "Let's go home. We are done here."
Hermione threw Ron's wand in front of him, and the trio of lovers headed toward the wards. The four other witches and Neville covered their backs until they Apparated away. Bill and George joined their wives and they all silently headed to the wards.
Mr Weasley spoke firmly. "Ginny will always be my daughter and for as long as I live, she and those she loves will be welcomed by me in the Burrow. Good night." He walked into the house leaving his wife and Ron to ponder the need to adjust their attitude.
That night there was no lovemaking at 12 Grimmauld Place. There were some tears and long conversations, but most importantly, there was a lot of love shared.
O-o-O-o-O
Wednesday night Hermione was helping Ginny put the last items in her traveling bag. It had an Undetectable Extension charm and a Feather-light charm. The last item to go into the bag was handled almost with reverence. It was Harry's old Firebolt broom. It had been improved with a new flying salve that Neville had perfected by using dragon scales of varied species and changing the percentages of fly amanita and mandrake in the recipe. Neville created the new flying salve as his Masterpiece when he finished his Herbology apprenticeship with Professor Sprout at Hogwarts. The commercial version of the recipe brought him a steady stream of royalties.
"It going to be strange sleeping just with Harry on our bed," Hermione said sombrely. "I'm going to miss you."
The two witches embraced spontaneously. "I'll miss you too, but it's just a few days. I'll be back on Saturday evening," Ginny said pulling back and smiling. "I hope you're planning on doing more than just sleeping on that bed while I'm gone."
"I won't be the same without you," Hermione objected. "Just Harry and me having sex seems weird."
Ginny gave her a sincere look. "I want you to experience sex with Harry without me, Hermione. I want you to feel what is like to have his full attention. With the three of us it's mostly wild sex, and I love it," she closed her eyes and bit her lower lip, "oh, how I love it… but Harry can be a sweet and gentle lover too."
"We'll, if you put it that way," Hermione chuckled, "and if you insist, I guess I have no choice."
The redhead laughed. "I insist."
They walked down to the Floo where Harry was already waiting. Ginny kissed both her lovers sweetly on the mouth.
"We'll see you Saturday before the game in Madrid," Harry said with a final peck on the lips.
Almost reluctantly, they said their final goodbyes before Ginny finally stepped into the Floo.
"It's only eight o'clock. Would you like a cuppa of evening tea in the library?" Harry suggested.
"Yes, that would be lovely."
They drank their tea interspersed with small talk and then read in comfortable silence for a couple of hours sitting on side-by-side chairs. Around ten in the evening Harry got up from his chair and extended his hand.
"Let's go to bed."
Hermione was really getting into the horror novel she was reading and thought about telling him she would go up later, but there was a glint in his eyes that made her discard that plan.
They walked up the stairs holding hands and went into the master bedroom.
"Would you like to use the bathroom first?" he asked her.
"No, I take much longer, you go first," she replied with a smile.
When he went in, Hermione walked to her dresser and selected what to wear to bed. She wasn't sure if Harry had sex in mind, but she wanted to be prepared. She selected a pair of sexy, but not too sexy black cotton boy short knickers that would be comfortable to sleep in if nothing happened. She also selected a clean red t-shirt. It was her normal sleeping apparel.
A few minutes later Harry came out wearing, as usual, only a pair of boxer shorts. He announced that that the bathroom was all hers and she went inside. Hermione took all her clothes off and looked herself appraisingly in the mirror. She couldn't help laughing. She felt a little nervous, which was ridiculous. For all she knew, Harry just wanted to sleep, but just in case she did her full nightly ablutions.
Before going out to the bedroom, she put a drop of perfume behind each ear and a more generous dab between her breasts.
Harry was sitting against the headboard reading the evening edition of The Daily Prophet. He looked up at her only momentarily before his eyes went back down to read his paper.
Hermione felt like a fool. She had made all the preparations for a night of sex and Harry didn't seem interested. Maybe he wasn't keen on having sex with her unless Ginny was involved. Maybe she should have been bold and walked out naked out of the bathroom, instead of wearing an oversized t-shirt.
Oh, well. At least she had brought up with her the horror novel she was reading.
She sat down against the headboard and reached for the book on the night table by her side.
'You smell really good."
Hermione froze before grabbing her book and turned to beam at him. "Thank you, Harry."
He put the newspaper on the night table next to him and gave her a smouldering look. His green eyes made her legs feel weak.
"Alone at last," he said slowly and with a deep voice.
Hermione let out an embarrassingly girly giggle and she felt the temperature on her cheeks rise. "Yes, indeed. Alone at last."
She made an effort to look straight into his beaming green eyes. After a couple of seconds, he leaned in her direction and strained his neck towards her. Hermione met him halfway and their lips touched softly.
Their lips kept touching with increased ardour as they moved closer together, until his tongue finally dipped into her mouth. He embraced her close, bringing her breasts against his chest as the kiss deepened. Harry pulled back and put one hand against her cheek. There was admiration in his eyes, as if he were looking at the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. His hands moved to the hem of her t-shirt, and she raised both her arms over her head allowing him to pull it off in one movement. His eyes moved down to her chest, and he smiled.
"I'll never grow tired of looking at your breasts."
Rational Hermione told her that he was exaggerating, but at least this evening, this moment, he was telling her the truth. She placed her right hand on his wiry and defined chest. "I like your chest too," she said.
Harry moved her away from the headboard and pulled her down until she was laying on her back. He kissed her mouth slowly before leaving a trail of soft kisses on her face. With satisfaction she heard him inhale the perfume behind her ear, and that simple drop of fragrance fulfilled its mission perfectly. He began to kiss her neck, drawing the first moans of the evening out of her mouth. At the same time, his hand was softly caressing her breasts and playing with her fully hardened nipples. He started to make his way in that direction kissing her all the way down.
He handled her breasts gently and with unusual softness. His kisses were light, and he only nibbled at her nipples. They were already used to his rougher bites, but this night was different. Again, Hermione felt immense satisfaction when she heard him inhale deeply between her breasts. His head dipped into her generous cleavage, and she pushed her breast together from the side against his face, drawing the first moans from his mouth. Slowly his hand was moving down her abdomen as his mouth ever so softly, gave sucking kisses to her nipples.
His right hand reached her bush, and he sank his fingers into it as his mouth moved below her breasts and left a trail of soft kisses moving down. His hand pushed her legs further apart and the pad of his fingertips caressed her inner thighs, moving closer to her centre. She moaned louder and his soft touch sent shivers up her spine. His mouth had reached her bellybutton, and he was kissing it when the soft pad of his fingertips slowly slid along the length of her slit.
Her back undulated. "Oh, Harry…"
He didn't attempt to insert a finger, and part of her was disappointed, but the disappointment quickly disappeared when his fingers sank into the curls of her cunnie and he slowly, ever so slowly, caressed it.
His face was now between her legs and again she heard him inhale deeply. His moan made her emit one of her own.
"Hmm. You smell so good."
She no longer was self-conscious about the robust, musky scent of her pussy. Both Ginny and Harry seem to love it, and that was all that mattered. His lips and the tip of his tongue started to move up her inner thigh toward her centre and her back felt the need to undulate. Her head arched back into the bed and the anticipation of the arrival of his mouth to her pussy began to build.
He took his time, drawing out the pleasure. Slowly, ever so slowly he arrived at his destination and kissed the opening of her pink slit. Her pussy lips pouted as he gently kissed his way up the slit. Her moans became louder. The first drops of her arousal reached the surface and slid down her taint.
Gently and slowly, ever so slowly, he reached the engorged pink button that was peeking out between the petal like folds of her pussy. He kissed it softly and the tip of his tongue touched it lightly.
He wasn't licking or sucking on her pussy or clit. Just kissing them… with reverence. The most primitive part of Hermione's brain wanted her to scream at him to LICK IT; PULL IT; SUCK IT, but the rational Hermione won out.
Let him worship your pussy; let him admire it; let him smell it, let him be in awe of the most powerful organ of pleasure ever devised by nature. Let him ponder how one day his own flesh and blood will come into the world from between those same rosy lips.
Harry emerged from between her legs, appropriately kneeling in front of her. Through her half-closed, heavy eyelids she saw his cock standing stiff, the veins engorged, pulsating to the rhythm of his heart. At that moment she felt an impetuous need to be joined with him; a desperate need to feel that part of him inside her.
Hermione's mouth opened, and her eyes closed in a rictus of blissful pleasure as his magnificent penis breached the bud of her flower and slowly, ever so slowly sank into her depths, splitting, filling and stretching her all at the same time.
"Aaahhhhhh, Harry," she half-moaned, half-said breathily.
Harry was on top of her, but he was supporting most of his weight with his arms. He began to gently move in and out of her, slowly sinking more of his cock inside her until she felt his balls settle against her taint and his short curly black hairs mix with hers.
Then Harry began to move slowly, ever so slowly. The primitive part of Hermione's brain told her she wanted to be fucked, but this didn't feel like fucking. Fucking was when Harry was pounding her pussy, when he was pulling her nipples with his teeth to the very edge of pain, when he was railing her arse with abandon. This was something different. This was more like a dance and her body, without any conscious thought from her part, joined the dance.
They were now moving together to an unheard rhythm. Their bodies adjusting to the slightest movement of the other. Hermione's eyes were closed, and her eyelids felt incredibly heavy. She could feel Harry's soft lips kissing her face and her ankles crossed just below his bum, trapping him between her legs. Her hands caressed every reachable inch of his taut skin, feeling the muscles of his back twitch as he gently pumped his cock in and out of her pussy. She strained to reach his buttocks and caressed his muscular butt cheeks before moving her hands to his back again. There was a sheen of sweat forming on it. Their breathing became more ragged, and she became aware that she was breathing through her mouth between soft whimpers.
She no longer felt the sweet kisses on her face, so with an immense effort she forced her eyes open. Harry's green eyes were staring at her face, his eyelids seeming just as heavy as hers. Slowly, ever so slowly a smile formed on his lips, and she could feel one forming on her own. His beautiful eyes felt like beams studying every centimetre of her face.
Then he said it.
"I love you."
Her heart skip a beat because this time it felt real. This time he truly meant it. This time she truly felt it.
"I love you," she repeated just as fervently.
She no longer had the strength keep her eyes open and the lids closed. Hermione lost track of time, only faintly aware that the sweat of her chest was now mixing with the sweat on Harry's chest. The sweet aroma of their sex permeated everything around her. The rhythm of their dance, though, remain unchanged. It went on and on. She heard herself whimpering louder and louder.
Harry began to kiss her face again with gentle, soft kisses. His lips pressed against hers, and the tip of his tongue slid between her lips. She opened her mouth, and their tongues joined the dance of their bodies, moving slowly, ever so slowly, but ever so sweetly.
Then it felt like a coil were quickly tightening inside her loins. Her body demanded more movement and Harry responded. The trusts of his pelvis became quicker and firmer, but still unrushed, still gentle. Her whimpers turned to cries.
"Oh, Harry."
He increased the pace of his trusts just a tick more and her body adjusted seamlessly to his. The coil inside her kept tightening. Moans, cries and whimpers escaped her mouth between each ragged breath. It went on and on.
The primitive part of Hermione's brain wanted to take over. It was demanding that she scream FUCK ME, FUCK ME HARD, POUND MY PUSSY.
She opened her mouth to scream those words, but Harry's mouth covering hers stopped her. Their tongues joined the dance again. Faster, a little faster. Rational Hermione prevailed. He could fuck her tomorrow, or even fuck later tonight if he wanted, but right now, she just wanted Harry making sweet, gentle love to her. She went into a trance.
Several minutes later, who knew how many, the coil inside her loins was reaching its breaking point.
"Oh, Harry… Just like that, Love… yes, yes, yes. Steady, steady…"
Quickly and without warning, she unravelled. It wasn't an Earth-shattering orgasm like many others that Harry and Ginny had made her experience, but it was the most satisfying, most transcendental, most toe curling of all the orgasms she had ever felt. A tremor spread throughout her body and her pussy clenched rhythmically around Harry's cock. She felt the cum squeezing out of her and Hermione embraced him into her body with all her strength.
"Oh, Harry…. Yes, yes, Love, yes. Come for me, please," she implored with a shaky voice.
Only the feeling of him coming undone between her legs could make her bliss more perfect.
Harry moaned and she felt the jets of semen shooting from his throbbing member. Hermione clenched her vaginal muscles to milk every drop out of him.
"Thank you, Love… Thank you," she said fervently kissing his face.
Harry fell next to her and reached for her hand to hold it. He did this with Ginny all the time, but this was the first time for her. Hermione's heart skip a beat when she clasped her hand to his and held on. It took a couple of minutes for the orgasmic haze to clear from her head. When she finally opened her eyes, Harry was still breathing heavily. His body was shiny with their sweat. She looked at the clock on the night table and gasped. Hermione reached to kiss him.
"You really are a stud, you know."
He laughed silently.
O-o-O-o-O
