Rory was awake bright and early on Saturday. She had a full day ahead of her. She was going to see her friends outside the library, spend some one-on-one time with Atlas, and then finish her afternoon alone with Harry, at last.

Her friends were already at breakfast when she got downstairs. She noticed immediately that Hermione seemed to be scolding Harry and Ron who were, as usual, only barely listening to her.

"What are they on about this morning?" Rory asked as she sat down.

"Harry used some spell in his potions book to flip Ron upside down," Neville said.

"Seems pretty harmless," Rory said turning to Hermione.

"Sure, except he didn't know what the spell was going to do before he used it on Ron," Hermione said glaring at him.

Rory thought for a moment. "Yeah, that does seem pretty reckless."

Harry let out an exasperated sigh.

"I'm fine. I think you guys are getting too bent out of shape about it," Ron said.

"I still don't think it's good that you kept that book," Hermione said with a huff. "I can't believe you told him it was okay."

"I did add on the caveat of being careful when I said it was okay," Rory reminded him. "One of them might be a curse or something that slices him open."

"Oi, didn't I ask you to stop speculating about bad things when I'm the example?" Ron asked.

"Sorry," she said.

"I won't use any more spells on Ron," Harry said half-heartedly.

"We definitely believe you," Matilda said with a roll of her eyes.

Harry frowned at her as Rory poured herself coffee.

"Is there a reason you aren't dressed yet?" Rory asked Harry, who was still in his pajamas.

"Dean was taking forever. I haven't even showered yet," Harry said grumpily.

"Probably could've beat him to it if you weren't flipping Ron upside down," Neville pointed out.

"I promise I'll hurry to get ready," Harry said.

"Haven't even gone on the date yet and you're already dropping the ball, Potter," Matilda said shaking her head.

"I know you're joking, but I also have a lot of unnecessary anxiety about today," Harry said.

After breakfast, their friends headed off to Hogsmeade. Harry suggested Rory go ahead with the others instead of waiting for him, but she decided to wait. Their first date to Hogsmeade, the only one that had gone well, Harry had waited for her. The circumstances were different that time, but it felt like a good omen, to repeat something that had gone well before.

Harry and Rory were no longer on thin ice. She was not worried about whether or not Harry loved her or if he was interested in someone else. There were very few things that could go wrong for them today. If something did go wrong, it would be neither of their doing.

To kill time, Rory experimented with different ways of styling her hair and switching through about 10 shades of lipsticks before going back to the one she'd put on this morning.

But she grew impatient waiting for him.

She walked from her room to his and knocked on the door. It'd been nearly half an hour now. She might just hurry him along a bit. She did want to spend some time with her friends before she left them to hang out with Atlas.

Harry opened the door a second later, toothbrush in hand. "Shit, I was afraid it was you," he said.

"Wonderful to see you too, Lovey," she teased.

"I just need to brush my teeth," he said.

"Take your time. I'm here now. You can buy me treacle fudge as penance for your tardiness," she said. He went to the bathroom while Rory relaxed on his bed. A few minutes later he came out of the bathroom.

"Just need to get my shoes on," he said as Rory looked him over.

"Is that what you're wearing?" she asked.

"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" he asked.

"Nothing. That shirt just doesn't really compliment my outfit," she said clambering from his bed and going to his dresser. "Take it off."

"Are you really going to pick out my outfit right now? Is that where we are as a couple?" he asked.

"Yep," she replied, going through his drawers. She shifted things around until she found something suitable. She turned and he was now sitting on the bed, his shirt off, staring at her incredulously. She walked over and sat beside him. She took the old shirt from his hands and tossed it aside. She held out the new one, a grayish-blue flannel that complemented the blue in her skirt.

"Proud of yourself?" he asked.

"Always," she said. She kissed him as he pulled the shirt from her hands. She didn't let him pull away to put on the shirt, instead, taking this this as an opportunity to snake her arms around his neck and kiss him deeper.

"Don't we have somewhere to be?" he asked.

"Yes, but, I've had a thought," she said. "If we go to Hogsmeade and then come back early, we'll have to be on the lookout for our roommates coming back. But there's no one here now because everyone just left for Hogsmeade so they won't be back for hours."

"Wanting to bookend your Saturday with snogging?" Harry offered, maneuvering his hands to her hips.

"Correct," she said as he pulled her onto his lap, her legs straddling his hips.

"You're full of good ideas," he said. "Finding the silver lining of my time blindness."

"One of my many talents," she said. His hands slipped beneath her skirt and he pulled her closer, so their bodies were touching. Rory's skin tingled from the heat of his hands on her thighs. She leaned into him, enticed by the feel of his skin. She could practically hear her heart in her ears it was beating so loudly.

Harry kissed his way over to her neck and behind her ear. Her whole body shivered. Why would he do that? Why wouldn't he? He knew she loved it when he kissed her there. He knew that she loved the way it made her feel. He knew that it would make her melt into him. And why wasn't he wearing a shirt? Right, she told him to take it off to put on a different shirt. That shirt was currently on the floor.

"Harry," she breathed. He responded by gently grazing his teeth across her neck. She whimpered as delicious heat swamped her senses. She clung even tighter to him. She repeated his name in that same soft whisper as before. He let his teeth sink into her skin again and Merlin, she didn't know how she was holding herself together.

She directed his head back to her lips, but that seemed like a mistake as well. Everything was too much and not enough at the same time. More of his tongue and his teeth. More hands. More heat. More more more.

His cock was hard between her legs and she let her hips move against him. His grasp on her hips tightened and he pressed into her. Rory moaned softly. Harry rolled her onto her back. He kissed down her neck and slid a hand into her hair.

Rory ached to feel him pressing between her legs again. Ached for more of him. It was always like this now. There was no innocent kissing, no touches that she didn't want to intensify.

And now they were alone. Were guaranteed to be alone for a while. And she wanted him. She couldn't be near him lately without her want threatening to overtake her. So why not finally let it?

He kissed her lips again, hard and deep and she felt a ripple of warmth flood her again.

"Harry," she started, pulling away. He pulled back as well and brushed hair from her face.

"Do you want to go?" he offered. Because she'd wanted to snog before they left, and he could probably tell they'd ventured well past the innocent make-out session this was meant to be.

She shook her head. "No. I don't want to stop."

"No?" he repeated kissing her. "Prefer to stay here with me kissing you all morning?"

"And then some," she said.

Harry pulled away and stared down at her face. "You're sure?"

"Yes," she said. "Go and lock your door."

"Right now?" he asked. "Right here?"

"Yes," she said. "Unless you don't want-."

"No, I mean, I very much want," he said. He brushed his fingers against her cheek reassuringly. "I just thought you'd, I dunno. Want it to be special or romantic or something."

"I prefer spontaneity. You'd be too in your head about it if we planned something," she said. "Besides, it just feels right. And I want you and I'm tired of wanting you. Every time you touch me, I feel like I might go crazy if you don't touch me some more. And even when you do, it never feels like enough."

"I know the feeling." He kissed her again, leaning into her. The kiss was slow and deep. Rory's body still felt feverish and aching, but a kind of calm had settled over her. As if with his kiss he'd reassured her, a silent promise that said he would soon take that aching away from her if she only waited.

Slowly, Harry pulled away and sat up. Rory sat up and pushed her shoes off as he locked the door. The sound echoed in her ears. Harry joined her on the bed and anticipation pounded through her.

He kissed her slowly, gently, easing her back into the moment. Any anxiety she was feeling melted away when he kissed her neck. She shivered as he undid the buttons of her cardigan and slowly pushed it down her shoulders.

Harry found his way back to her mouth and Rory nipped at his lips. His hands slid beneath her shirt. They'd been there many times. She was used to the way his hands felt on her skin. But what was new was the way he intentionally pulled her blouse upward as he went.

Rory dutifully pulled her arms away, but just as Harry went to tug the shirt over her head, it stopped suddenly around her neck.

"Shit," Rory said, remembering suddenly. "This blouse has a hook round the back of it."

"That would explain a few things," he said. His hand came up her back and Harry managed to undo the hook. He pulled the shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor.

"I imagine I looked rather silly just now," Rory said, pushing her fingers back through her hair. "Not really the look I was going for."

"I'll erase the memory from my brain immediately," Harry said. Rory laughed and wrapped her arms around him. She was surprised with how comfortable she felt, but she guessed that was a good thing. Sure, she felt a little awkward. She'd never had her clothes off in front of Harry in this capacity, which felt silly considering all the other things they'd done together.

She expected Harry to look her over, to finally explore her body with his eyes instead of just his hands. But to Rory's surprise, he pulled her closer and kissed her. Rory was instantly addicted to the warmth of his skin against hers. Could she stay like this forever, with their bodies entwined and pressed together like this? What could feel better than this closeness here?

She wanted to know what came after this.

"I love you," she whispered against his lips.

"I love you," he repeated. His hands came up to her shoulders and slowly pushed one of her bra straps down her arm, as his lips trailed slowly behind. His hand snaked its way around her back to the clasp of her bra.

"Is this alright?" he asked.

Rory nodded as goosebumps broke out over her skin. Harry popped the clasp apart like he'd done it a thousand times.

"That was easier than I thought it'd be," he said.

Again, Rory laughed. "It's a bra, not curse-breaking." Harry laughed with her as he pulled the bra away and tossed it to the floor. He kissed her again, this time lowering her to the bed.

No sooner did her head fall against the pillow did Harry venture downward. He seemed determined to let his mouth taste every inch of her skin. Rory couldn't take a single steadying breath. His lips grazed her breast and then his tongue slid over her nipple. For a moment, she stopped breathing. A sound tried to escape her throat, but it was caught. Her eyes fluttered closed and she savored the new addictive sensation.

Harry's tongue gave way to teeth and the gentle pressure was enough to send a jolt of electricity straight to her core.

"You like that?" he asked and then let his teeth graze her skin again without waiting for an answer, and thank goodness for that. She welcomed him to do that a thousand times if he liked.

Harry returned to her mouth, pressing his lips gently against hers. His hand slipped between her legs. No preemptive teasing like he might have done before. Now he wasted no time stroking her through her wet knickers. She whimpered and kissed him harder. Moaned as he continued to caress her. Her tongue slid into his mouth, her hips rocked against his hand.

He stopped all too soon, sitting up again, but now he pulled her panties down her legs and then her skirt.

This time Harry did take in the sight of her. She felt exposed and vulnerable, lying beneath him, not a stitch of clothing left on her body.

Harry seemed to sense his unease. He kissed her again, reassuringly.

"You're beautiful, you know? Every inch of you," he said. It was the kind of thing you were supposed to say when you saw your girlfriend naked, but Rory could feel the truth in his words. "We don't have to do this if you're uncomfortable."

Rory surprised herself by laughing. "Maybe I'm uncomfortable because I'm the only one naked." He kissed her and she could taste his smile. She reached down and unbuttoned his jeans. He pulled the trousers off and tossed them aside. He was fully erect now and his boxers were nothing more than a formality. They did nothing to hold back his cock, the tip already glistening with precum.

The sight of him stoked the already raging fire inside of her, practically turning it into an inferno.

A light seemed to go on in Harry's head. "Shit. I have—"

He stopped mid-sentence, leaned over to his bedside table, and pulled open the top drawer. He was shuffling around frantically inside of it. Rory stopped his panic by placing her hand on the side of his face and pulling him into a kiss. Now it was her turn to reassure him.

"I've been taking a contraceptive potion since the start of term," Rory said. "But you can keep hunting around in your drawer for a condom if you'd like. I'm not going anywhere."

Harry chuckled, shaking his head, and kissed her again.

"You think of everything," he said against her lips, then down her neck. He pushed his boxers away.

He was hovering over her. There was the slightest bit of apprehension now. But all she could think about was how badly she wanted him.

"You tell me if you want me to stop," he said.

"Just go slow," she replied quietly. "I trust you."

Harry's lips met hers and his hand dipped between her legs. He guided himself into her.

At first, it felt wonderful, but almost immediately she felt resistance and then a flash of white, hot pain. She winced and her whole body tensed.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yes," she said letting out a deep breath. She'd mentally prepared herself for this after all.

He kissed her again and then let one of his hands intertwine with hers. The pain remained as he sheathed himself in her almost completely. Rory breathed through pain as Harry drew back.

His head dropped down to her shoulder and let out a breath of his own as he slowly slid into her again.

"Fucking hell, Rory," he swore. Rory could feel his body tense with restraint, the ache in his voice.

With each slow pump of his cock into her, the pain was drowned out by how good it felt just on the edges of the pain. If only she could just get herself to relax again.

And then Harry stopped, still buried deep inside of her. His hand moved between her legs and his thumb traced circles over her clit. Rory inhaled sharply as the pain was drowned out by the nearly overwhelming now working its way through her body. It was too much and not enough. A coil tightened in her bell with each swirl of his thumb against her. And the way her body was clenching around the length of him inside of her now, she was all but lost.

Even when his hand moved away and he returned to moving inside of her, she felt like a woman possessed. He moved faster now, and she welcomed it.

"Don't stop," she pleaded, over and over again. She was so close and so desperate for her body to climax. Harry dragged his lips across her neck, sucking and biting at her. Her fingers raked over his back. She wanted to feel every inch of him against her.

And then she came. It was glorious and each thrust of him inside of her sent a new deepening feeling of ecstasy through her. Harry came just seconds later, swearing into her neck as his movements became less controlled and more erratic until he slowed and finally stopped.

The room was silent now except for the sound of their breathing.

Harry lifted his head and looked down at her. He was flushed, and his skin was damp with sweat. She reached up and brushed the dark hair from his forehead. Her fingers traced over the scar there. He leaned down and kissed her, soft, gentle, tender.

"You're alright?" he asked.

"Yeah," she replied. "You?" He nodded and kissed her again.

He rolled away from her and her skin broke out into goosebumps from the sudden chill. Rory scooted close to him, resting her head against his chest. He put an arm around her and held her close.

"If I'm being honest, this is not how I expected to spend the morning," Harry said.

Rory laughed. "You are not alone in that."

"No complaints though," he said. "Not on my end anyway."

"I have several complaints," she teased. "Number one, your hands are very distracting. Number two, your mouth, also incredibly distracting." He laughed and kissed her. He brushed his fingers through her hair. "I feel like…"

She trailed off, trying to compose herself.

"What is it?" he asked.

"It's silly," she decided.

"I'm sure it's not," Harry said.

"It's just that… Somehow I feel closer to you now than I did before. Which is silly because nothing has really changed except that, well, sex was had," Rory said. "But I still feel different. I feel different about us."

"Things are different," he said. "I can't explain how or why but they are. And that's fine. As long as it's not in a bad way."

"Definitely a good way," Rory said quickly. "I feel like… I'm happy that I've got you and that I did this with you and not someone else. And not just because you're my boyfriend. I mean, obviously, that's a significant factor—."

Harry laughed. "I get it, Rory."

They shared another long kiss. Rory felt butterflies in her stomach.

"Can we just stay here all day?" she asked.

"They will come looking for us eventually," he said. "I assume you're still picky about who sees you naked."

Rory sighed. "I suppose I am."

"I promise I'll make time to see you named again in the future," he said. She laughed and they kissed one last time.