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When they reached Hermione's building, Harry was surprised. She lived in an area with many older apartment buildings but also some new ones, and the recently built ones were a huge step up from the pre-war types. He wasn't a snob about real estate, but even the doorman was dressed better than him, and the lobby compared to the nicest hotel he'd ever seen, let alone stayed in.

"You live here?" Harry asked before he could stop himself. "This is amazing."

"It's my family's place, but they let me use it as long as I cover the maintenance fees."

"Yeah, but those must be astronomical." Harry lived in a comparable dump, and they still had to pay nearly half the monthly rent in fees. City living just wasn't cheap anymore, pandemic or not.

"It's a really good deal, I know," she said, with a tone that suggested she was either embarrassed or felt unworthy. Once again, Harry dropped the subject. He didn't want to screw things up at this point.

She led him to the elevator, and they waited alone for a long moment. He asked her how many floors the building had, and she looked at him. He smiled and raised his eyebrows as if to ask what the problem was, but the elevator doors chimed, saving him from himself. They stepped into the car, and she pressed the button for the top floor. Of forty.

They rode in silence the entire way up, but since the building was nearly new, they arrived almost as quickly as it took Harry to reach the sixth floor in his building. When they slowed and the doors opened, he was again stunned—there was only one door in the elevator lobby. She lived in a fucking penthouse. Harry tried not to stare at her, but he couldn't help it. Fortunately, she ignored him.

"You're not going to make a big deal out of this, are you?" she asked, pulling a key from her purse.

"No, not at all." Harry nodded, but she was too focused on finding the key to notice. When she finally unlocked the door, he held it open for her, and she led him inside. It was dark—Harry wondered if her roommates would be home, and when she flicked on the hallway light, his jaw almost dropped. The apartment was stunning—huge, elegant, almost opulent but not quite, just incredibly impressive. The windows in the enormous living room stretched nearly from floor to ceiling, offering a breathtaking view of the city and the river. Harry turned to look at Hermione but saw she was watching him with a look of apprehension, as if daring him to say something stupid.

He almost did but held back at the last moment. "Like I said, this is my family's place, not mine. I couldn't afford it in a million years, and even with two roommates helping me out, I barely manage the fees, so..." She left the sentence for him to fill, but he sort of understood what she meant. Still, he had to say something.

"It doesn't matter where we are, Hermione, as long as I'm with you."

She brightened significantly, and for the first time in a while, Harry felt like he had said the right thing. He smiled and took her hand, which she accepted, leading him into the living room. She flicked another switch, and the room lit up. Harry looked around and tried to force himself not to gape and gush. It was hard—this place was definitely the most amazing apartment he'd ever seen in his life, with a wooden ceiling, hardwood floors, exposed brick around the windows, and furniture that looked expensive but comfortable.

"Would you like something to drink?" Hermione asked, motioning towards the leather sofa for him to sit.

"I'll have whatever you're having," Harry said, sinking into the most comfortable sofa he'd ever sat on. "Are your roommates out for the evening?" he asked, more to make conversation than out of genuine curiosity. Though he wouldn't mind if they were gone, eliminating any risk of being interrupted.

"Tracey works late, so she might come home later. Fleur is out of town until the weekend on a business trip." Hermione poured two glasses of wine and handed him one, then sat beside him on the sofa, kicking off her shoes and tucking her legs under herself. He raised his glass to make a toast, and she smiled as they clinked glasses.

"What does Fleur do again?" he asked, excited to finally know the name of her second roommate, so he wouldn't have to ask later.

"She got a job with some pharmaceutical company. Remember? She was great with potions," Hermione said, her tone slightly apologetic.

Harry frowned. "So, like Malfoy?"

Hermione straightened slightly. "They don't sell that kind of stuff anymore, but no, nothing like that. She's brilliant and has a Muggle master's degree in bioengineering."

"Hey, no judgment," Harry said quickly, realizing his mistake. "I don't want to talk about your roommates, Hermione. I want to talk about you."

She smiled and visibly relaxed. "I get it. Those guys should be in prison, but it looks like they'll get away with the whole crisis and keep all their money. It's a travesty."

"I know, right?" Harry scooted closer to her and touched her hair. "But I don't want to talk about that."

"Good, because I don't want to talk at all. I've been waiting for you, Harry." She looked at him so intensely that he had to kiss her again. He leaned in, brushing his lips against hers, then slid his hand behind her head and pulled her close. She almost fell onto him as he reclined. Her lips were delicious, and her tongue touched his as if telling him to be more aggressive. He obliged, rolling her onto her back on the sofa. She smiled up at him as he cradled her in his arms and kissed her again, deeply, their mouths connecting, tongues intertwining. For Harry, it was a dream come true, but he found himself torn between the desire to push their encounter forward and the hesitation of moving too fast.

Hermione solved his dilemma by reaching down and massaging his cock through his pants. Harry took it as a sign that she wanted him as much as he wanted her and reached up to caress her breast. She moaned into his mouth with the greatest satisfaction and delight. He shifted his body so he was lying on top of her, and she responded perfectly, wrapping her arms around his neck and spreading her legs so he could nestle between them, his cock pressing against her pussy. They were still fully clothed, but Harry was already thrilled by how things were progressing.

"Let's go to my bedroom," she whispered as they came up for air. Harry nodded and reluctantly peeled himself off her. They got off the sofa, and she took his hand to lead him, a gesture he hadn't experienced before. Her desire for him was palpable, and he was smiling so hard it was almost embarrassing.

"You have your own bedroom?" Harry asked to be sure.

"We all do," she replied, glancing back at him with a shy smile he found adorable.

"Do you share?"

"Yeah," Harry answered, not elaborating. He didn't want to discuss his living situation, which was far worse than hers. He was still marveling at how luxurious her apartment was when she opened the door to her bedroom, and he was even more impressed—it was simply spectacular, with a canopy bed draped in curtains as only a woman could do, with matching furnishings, including drapes on the large windows. She led him to the bed and turned to face him, wasting no time before starting to undress him, something he hadn't experienced often enough. Hermione had always seemed a bit shy and almost reticent, but now she wasn't hiding what she wanted, and she wanted him.

They undressed each other between kisses and soft laughter at the way they fumbled with their clothes, but soon they were both naked. She moved towards the bed, but Harry stopped her by squeezing her hand. She turned to look at him with a questioning gaze, and he just sighed.

"You look incredible, Hermione," he whispered. She blushed even in the dim light and bowed her head as if unwilling to acknowledge the most obvious truth imaginable.

"You look good too," she said softly. They climbed onto the bed, and Harry took her in his arms again. Pressed against her small, firm breasts, their mouths found each other once more, and he couldn't keep his hands from wandering over her warm, soft body. She clung to him with unrestrained desire, but he forced himself not to enter her as she offered herself to him. He slid down to lick her nipples, and she grabbed his neck. He moved even lower to kiss her navel and then her mound—he was happy to see she hadn't shaved it all off like so many women do these days. He slipped between her creamy thighs, kissing each one as she watched him.

When Harry's mouth focused on her sex, he slid his hands under her thighs and reached up to caress her breasts. He didn't take his eyes off her until he kissed her clit, and she moaned, closing her eyes and leaning her head back against the pillows. Harry focused on her nipples, first brushing them with his fingertips to make sure they were fully erect. At the same time, he teased her clit with his tongue and lips, then with his teeth, gently nipping at it. She sighed in response, and he slid his tongue into her opening and pinched her nipples for the first time, gently at first, but with increasing intensity. He licked her as deeply as he could, then moved his tongue back to her clit, increasing both the speed and pressure of his licking. He twisted her nipples, listening for any sounds of distress but heard none, so he increased the pressure too.

Finally, he got what he had been waiting for—she reached down and grabbed his hair, pulling him tightly to her. Her other hand covered his fingers on one nipple, so he stopped pinching it but kept fondling her breast as she held him. Harry moved his free hand under her thigh and pulled it far enough away that he could reach under his chin to touch her pussy, licking her clit aggressively. She pulled him closer, and her breathing quickened. Moans escaped her throat, and Harry knew she was getting closer. He slid his middle finger completely into her vagina, and she gasped in approval, so he added another, all the while squeezing her breast and caressing her pussy.

"Oh fuck," she whispered. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" she cried, arching her back and letting go of his hair, then pushing him away. "I can't take it anymore. I can't, I can't." Harry released her completely and propped himself up on his elbows, watching as she came down from the peak she had reached so easily. He had been with enough women who didn't climax easily to know that Hermione was a gem in that regard. The fact that she was beautiful and seemed to be into him was extraordinary.

"Oh my God, Harry," she said once she caught her breath, her eyes still closed. "That was amazing. I've never been..." She opened her eyes and saw him staring at her. "I've never been like... I don't know what."

"You're amazing, Hermione," Harry replied, unsure of what she wanted to tell him. "I enjoyed it."

"Really?" she asked, making him even more flustered. "Do you like doing that?"

Now he was truly bewildered. "What do you mean? Of course, I like doing it. I loved it."

She looked at him skeptically, which confused him even more. "Really?"

"Why do you keep asking me that, Hermione? Of course, I like it. Who wouldn't?"

She started to say something but stopped. She turned away and blushed. "It's just... She paused again, but Harry waited patiently. "Did that guy, um, ever finish on you? She closed her eyes and tensed up, but it lasted only a few seconds. Then she almost shook herself back to reality and looked at him.

"Let me do it now."

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