# A Night To Remember

Harrys Mistress

Rating: NC17
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 03/12/2003
Last Updated: 20/07/2004
Status: Completed

See how Harry and Hermione spend their last night at Hogwarts together! After seven long stressfull years, they deserve to be a little bad....don't they?

## 1. Chapter 1

Hey guys! Someone had asked me to write a NC-17 and like I said earlier I was working on one! Well, here it is! It won't be a one shot, but it shouldn't be that many chapters, but you never know with me. Needing You was suppose to be a one shot and now look at it! Hehe. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

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A Night To Remember

Chapter 1

Harry Potter stared at the empty wall where the door to the Room of Requirements should be. He didn't really know what he needed, his mind was a complete blank. All he wanted was to be alone and.....just think. Granted, he had a lot to think about since just five days ago Harry had finally finished off Voldemort. The war was over and many lives were lost and many people had to suffer for them to finally get where they were.

Parties were going on in the common rooms, even some of Slytherin's were celebrating the victory over the Dark Lord. Harry didn't feel like there was a reason he should be celebrating. He didn't blame the other students for wanting to celebrate, it was a happy time, however they didn't go through what he went through. Most of them didn't loose people they loved during the war, most of them didn't go through the pain he went through, along with his friends. All he wanted was a place of solitude....a place where he could finally find peace.

A door finally appeared in front of him and he turned the knob and pushed it open. His footsteps echoed as he walked into the medium sized room. Nothing....there was nothing in the room except three tall windows that looked out towards the lake. Guess it made sense really, his mind was blank, so the room was, too. It was just what he needed. He sat in the middle of the room and sat Indian style and let his mind go. He closed is eyes, took a deep breath and tried to feel peace....comfort or some kind of closure.

Dumbledor was gone. If it wasn't for Dumbledor, he wouldn't be here now. If it wasn't for him, he would have never defeated Voldemort. He had sacrificed his life for Harry's....just as his mother had done for him long ago.

Professor Snape was killed during Harry's sixth year. It was during one of their Hogsmead visits and Draco and himself had ended up close to the Shrinking Shack, prepared to have a little duel. Draco had gone too far and had insulted Hermione and although she begged him to stay behind, he didn't listen. He chased after him and together they were confronted by masked Death Eaters. To Harry's surprise the Death Eaters went after both him and Draco. He had thought Draco was in with Voldemort and his gang, however, he was very wrong. They hit Draco with the Cruciatus Curse and Harry then stunned the Death Eater, but then was hit with the same curse by another attacker. Snape had eventually showed up and stood in front of him and Draco, protecting them from any attacks. It had cost him his life.

Draco was devastated. He had cared for Snape, more so than he ever did with his father. He swore that he would revenge his death and help bring down the reign of Voldemort. Harry was shocked the day that Draco became a part of the Order and granted they didn't get along, they had one common goal. And that was enough for the both of them. Draco had ended up falling in love with Ginny Weasley of all people and that was a shock in itself. She had fought in the war and was one of the lucky ones. She wasn't even admitted into the hospital ward, but she sat by Draco's side until he had finally woken up.

Ron and Hermione were lucky. Ron was knocked out unconscious at the beginning and Hermione was able to remain by his side till the very end. Voldemort had managed to capture her, but didn't dare harm her, because he was clever enough to threaten her life in order to get his way. In the long run, it didn't work out and thank Merlin, Hermione was never harmed. Or should he say, thank Dumbledor. He was the real hero... not him.

He didn't remember much after he finally used the killing curse on Voldemort....he had blacked out soon after. Next thing he knew he was waking up in the hospital ward and Hermione was the first person he saw. She had flung herself on top of him, crying hysterically and Harry couldn't help but smile. He had looked over to see Ron and Luna standing at the end of his bed, giving him the same smile.

Harry sighed as he looked out the window towards the lake. He couldn't believe it was their last night here at Hogwarts. Tomorrow they would all be going away, starting new lives and beginnings. He still was serious about being a Auror still and Hermione was as well. No doubt she'd be fantastic at it, she was brilliant at everything she did. He would see her during training of course, but Ron had been signed to play professional Quidditch. He was happy for him, but also knew that he would probably see less of him. At least he would be with Hermione, he already felt so alone.

"I thought I'd find you here."

Harry spun around at the sound of a very familiar voice to see Hermione standing just inside the doorway. She was dressed in her white thin cotton night robe, which was tied securely around her waist. She wore her hair down and it loosely spilled over her shoulders, framing her face nicely. "Hermione? Why aren't you at the party?"

"Probably the same reason you're not." She shuffled her way in and sat down beside him. "Not really in the partying mood I suppose."

He nodded looking down at the floor. "Where's Ron?"

"Off with Luna. Some room you conjured up Harry....what exactly were you thinking about?"

"Nothing," he mumbled.

"Obviously," she said as she looked around the bare room before finally looking back at him. "How are you doing?"

He shrugged. "I'm okay."

"Harry," she said flatly. "It's me...you don't have to do that with me."

She had a point. Out of all his friends, he knew that he never had to put on a brave face with Hermione. He would try, countless times since he didn't want her to worry, but most of the time she saw straight through it. "I honestly don't know what I'm feeling, Hermione. It's like I'm all empty inside and it's almost frustrating. I want to cry, I want to be scream, I want to laugh....I want to....I don't know, let out...some kind of emotion and I just can't." He looked at her hopelessly. "Is that weird?"

"No, not at all," she assured him as she placed a hand on his back. "I know how you feel. I was sitting in my room and I could hear the party and....people were laughing and jabbering away, music was playing..." She shook her head. "I wanted to feel happy...I wanted to feel all those things, but I just couldn't. All I could think about...."

"What?" he asked when she trailed off.

"You," she finally answered looking into his eyes.

"Me?" He shook his head not understanding. "What about me?"

"Oh Harry, I was worried. I just couldn't help but think of you sitting all alone, which I knew you would be. This is not the time for you to be by yourself, you should be with your friends."

"I don't feel like going to the common room...."

"No, that's not what I meant, It's just....I don't know maybe I'm being selfish, but...."

"But what?" he urged her bending his head slightly so he could get a glimpse of her face.

"I don't want to be alone," she said barely in a whisper and was forced to look back in his speckled green eyes. "I wanted to see you."

He didn't know what to think anymore. He thought he wanted to be alone, but now that Hermione was here with him, he found himself not wanting her to go. He opened his arms out to her and she leaned into him, wrapping his arms around his waist. She didn't cry....like himself he couldn't express any kind of emotion, but he continued to hold her. It felt good...surprisingly good. He held her more closely and she rested her head on his shoulders and he could feel her breasts pressed up tightly against his chest. A feeling swept through him....a very unfamiliar one, but at least it was a feeling. He found himself wanting to get even closer to her, but he didn't dare move. He didn't want to scare her in anyway and have her run off....not when he needed her. He just wanted to be with her....they didn't have to say another word or do anything. He wanted her company....he didn't want to be alone anymore.

Then, all of the sudden, they felt something against their backs and they both leaned up and looked back. They was now a four poster queen sized bed behind them, with a wooden headboard behind it. The comforter was fluffy and white with tons of matching lacy and silk pillows set perfectly against the headboard. Harry couldn't fathom where it came from, but then remembered what he was thinking and blushed.

"Just what exactly were you thinking about, Harry Potter?" Hermione asked amusingly.

"Er....I...I didn't....I mean, I would never...."

"Never what? Think that way about me?"

"No!" he said a little too quickly. "That's not what I meant.....I mean, you're my friend and....all I thought was how I wanted to be with you and.....er....I think the room took it the wrong way."

"Did it?" she asked with a slight smile. "I don't know, Harry, I think this room is fool proof."

He swallowed the extremely large lump in his throat. He was so busted. "I...I...I.."

"Harry," she said cutting off his ramblings by placing a finger against his mouth.

"Hmm?" he murmured against her finger looking at her with wide eyes.

She pulled away her finger. "I think I found a emotion that can finally help us out."

Wow. Who was this woman and where was my Hermione? She was always shy when it came to relationships and boys, at least he thought she was, he never would imagine Hermione being this brazen and forward. He found himself getting excited, however, and decided to play along. Maybe she was right....this was what we both needed. "Really?" he finally asked with a little more confidence. "What would that be?"

She gave him a sly grin as she reached up and brushed his bangs away from his face. "Passion," she stated.

"That's....that's a good emotion," he agreed and touched her cheek softly with his fingers.

She closed her eyes at his touch. "Lust," she whispered.

"Even better," he breathed as he leaned against the bed and pulled Hermione towards him.

Hermione chose to straddle his hips and face him directly head on. "There's also a certain feeling that starts with an H and rhymes with corny." She then jerked her hips against his, causing immediate friction between them.

Harry gasped as his hands flew to her waist to keep her still, but it was too late. He was definitely aroused and by the smug look on her face, he knew she could feel it. "Hermione," he groaned when she moved again, despite the firm grip on her hips. "You're killing me."

"In a good way or bad way?" she asked as she circled her arms around his neck.

He leaned up and wrapped his arms around the small of her back, bringing her closer. "Good way," he whispered brushing strands of her hair off her neck, gazing down at her soft skin that reflected in the moonlight. "Hermione?" he whispered as he pushed aside the lapel of her robe until it dangled over her shoulder. "Hermione?" he said again and leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on the tip of her shoulder.

"Hmmm?" she asked trembling.

He nuzzled her neck. "Can I kiss you?"

"Harry," she sighed as she dove her fingers in his hair and forced his head up until he was looking directly into her eyes. "You can do a hell of a lot more than kiss me."

His stomach dropped to the floor. He couldn't believe this was happening, he couldn't believe that he was about to become intimate with Hermione......but Merlin, did it feel right. "Duly noted," he finally said and then swooped his head down capturing her lips with his own. The softness of her lips was what first caught his attention and a warm tingling feeling spread through out his belly.

He pulled back only to come back from more and started to tease her with his lips, making sure they started out slow. He felt her lips open slightly under his, so he took that as a invitation to explore. His tongue reached out and touched hers and the taste of her lingered. More. He plunged again, but this time much deeper, running his tongue along hers in slow lazy strokes. He felt her fingers leave his hair and travel down his back, before she gripped handfuls of his shirt, yanking it upwards. He tore his lips away long enough for her to pull the shirt over his head, then continued where he left off and attacked her mouth once more.

The feel of her soft hands caressing his bare back and shoulders made him shiver. It made him worried that she might get cold in this drafty room and wished they had a fire. The room sensed it and a roar of fire erupted and crackled from a fireplace that wasn't there a second ago. "Good thinking," she mumbled against as the warmth started to envelop both of them.

"I was worried you'd get cold," he whispered as he traveled tiny kisses along her neck as his hands started to tug on tie of her robe. "I want this off." He pushed the lapels apart and shoved them over her shoulders and was stunned to find out she only had a sheer white bra underneath. "You didn't have a nightgown on....this whole time?"

"I was in the middle of changing when I decided to come see you and I was too anxious to change. So I threw a robe on."

"Hmm...." His hands moved up her torso and then gently cupped both breasts with his hands. "So you weren't coming down here to seduce me?"

Her eyes fluttered close as he rubbed his thumb along the tips. "That wasn't...my agenda no....I wasn't aware that you felt this way."

"Honestly, neither did I." He nuzzled her neck and nipped at her earlobe. "But I do....very much." His hands swooped around to her back and with a flick of his fingers the bra came unloose and Harry immediately pulled it off.

"You've done that before, Harry," she said slightly teasing.

"Guilty," he murmured against her neck as he touched her again, this time skin against skin. "I'm a man of many talents."

"So I'm finding out," she said and then gasped when her nipples responded to his delicate touch. "Merlin, that feels good."

He bent his head down and replaced his hands with his mouth and she cried out his name, arching her back like a bow. Her fingers were tangled in his hair once more as he moved to the other, flicking his tongue over her sensitive nub. "You're perfect," he whispered as he moved back up to her lips. "Bloody perfect."

"Harry," she gasped tilting her head back causing her hair to fall flow down like a waterfall of curls. Harry pulled her hips closer as he kissed his way back up, playfully nipping at her collarbone, then the tip of her chin, before finally discovering her lips once more.

"How come..." He started between short kisses. "....that for seven years..." He gently sucked the bottom of her lip. "....you've said my name many times..." His hands were back at her breasts...caressing them....teasing them. "....but just now....when you said my name..." He groaned as he lifted his hips urgently up to hers. "...you made me harder than I already am..."

"Harry," she groaned and started to grind her soft spot between her legs against his bulging arousal.

"Merlin....see, you did it again," he breathed and then in one swift moment he lifted up and had them both on their knees. He spun her around and lifted her up forcefully with his strong arms until she bounced firmly on the bed. Harry stayed kneeling between her legs as he kissed her hungrily, his hands sliding up her smooth legs, pushing any part of her robe that got in his way aside, until he reached his destination. "Lie back, Hermione," he mumbled against her lips. "Lay down for me."

Out of breath, Hermione looked into his eyes, fully knowing what he wanted to do. Harry kissed her neck and her eyes fluttered closed again, letting him slowly push her gently down on the bed. As she descended down he ran his mouth down her front. Stopping at her breasts, giving them his full attention again, kissing, nipping and suckling her until she was writhing with underneath him. He continued down her body, dipped his tongue into her belly bottom as his hands ventured closely near her white silk panties. "Hermione," he pleaded before sliding his tongue just barely disappearing under her panties.

"Yes," she cried lifting her hips in approval. "Please..."

Not waiting another second he slid her panties off her hips and down her long legs, until she finally pushed them aside. He grabbed her right ankle and kissed in gently, teasing her as he slowly maneuvered wet kisses up her leg, getting closer and closer to his destination. Harry draped her leg over his shoulder as he sucked her inner thigh, teasing her endlessly.

"Harry James Potter," she groaned in frustration. "If you don't bloody get on with it!"

He grinned against her skin and playfully bit her, causing her to yelp. "Don't rush me."

"Fine," she hissed as she lifted her hips urgently towards his face. "But I'm definitely getting you back later..."

"Definitely looking forward to it," he said before finally spiraling his tongue between her soft folds. He loved the sounds she made escaping from his mouth as he tasted her, especially the husky groan she made from the back of her throat. It made him want to devour her even more, so he opened his mouth wider...sucked harder and dove his tongue deeper into her until he finally felt her fall. He continued to taste her as she rode out her long and hard climax, extremely pleased that he was the one that gave it to her.

Finally, her she collapsed on the bed from exhaustion and her whole body went slack. He listened to her catch her breath as he kissed his way back up her body until he kissed her slowly and deeply, causing her to groan into his mouth. "How's that for an emotion?" he asked with a lopsided grin.

"We're just getting started, Potter," she said and then fumbled with the fly of his jeans. "And you are way behind."

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Stay tuned to see how the rest of Harry and Hermione's last night at Hogwarts goes! *wink*

A whole lot of fluffy fluff and sex, sex! That's what!

## 2. Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Clothes discarded, Harry and Hermione were now snuggled together under the big fluffy comforter. Harry was on his back, while Hermione was pressed up against him with her legs tangled with his. Hermione's cheek was upon his heart while she lazily drew her finger around one his nipples, completely fascinated on how easily he responded to her touch.

Harry had one arm wrapped around her upper back, sneaking a hand under her arm so it was resting nicely one of her breasts. His other hand traveled up and down her ribcage, over her hip and occasionally swooping down to her ass. They were perfectly content for the moment, laying in each others arms as their hands explored and caressed each other.

Hermione lifted her head to look up at Harry, giving him an amusing lopsided grin. "What?" he asked with a small laugh.

She blushed a little. "I just can't believe...that you.....my Harry....went down on me."

Harry blushed....a lot. "Honestly, I can't believe it either."

Hermione shifted up until she laid halfway across his chest, folding her arms and resting her chin against her hands. "Have you ever done that before?"

He smiled softly as he pushed back a strand of hair behind her ear. "No...never. How was I?"

"I think you know the answer to that, Harry." She lifted her arms and placed her hands on either side of him so she could lean over him and kissed him softly on the lips. "And I want to return the favor."

Harry swallowed hard. "You do?"

"Of course," she mumbled against his lips and then looked up to see that he was shocked by this discovery. "That can't surprise you."

He shrugged a little sheepishly. "Well....a little. I thought girls didn't like to go down on a guy."

She looked at him weird. "Where did you get that idea?"

Not really wanting to tell her he tried to change the subject. "I guess it doesn't matter," he said lifting her head to kiss her.

She pulled back to keep away from his mouth. "Was it Cho?"

He looked into her questioning eyes and then sighed in defeat as he collapsed his head on the pillow. He should have known she would see right through it, she was a very, very clever little witch. "Yeah, she never wanted to....I mean I asked her to, but....she said that girls didn't like it and thought it was gross." He shrugged. "I just assumed that all girls felt the same way."

"Well they don't," she said firmly and he could sense a tad bit of resentment in her voice. "And I'm not Cho, Harry."

"I know that," he said quickly as he framed her face with his hands. "I know that." He pushed his head down to his mouth and kissed her gently, before slowly rubbing his tongue along hers. He rolled her over on her back as their mouth fused together, teeth scraping and tongues caressing. "Hermione," he whispered as he maneuvered between her legs. "I need you....I want to be inside you."

"But I want....."

"I know you do." He kissed her gently, sucking on her lower lip as he nudged the tip of his arousal against her soft opening, causing her to gasp in pleasure and shock. "I fully plan on letting you....but not now....all I want is to be inside you."

Hermione wrapped her legs around her waist, allowing her to become more open to him. "Make love to me, Harry."

"I won't hurt you," he said peering into her eyes as he pushed in slowly inch by inch as he bit his lip to keep under control. He so badly wanted to plunge deep inside her in one long deep thrust, but he knew this was her first and he would take his time...even if it killed him. He leaned down and kissed her seductively, hoping to get her mind off the pain. He could taste the tears that were falling down her cheek and his heart ached for her. He kissed away the tears as he was now buried fully inside her. "I'm so sorry....it's okay...don't cry."

"Harry," she sighed as she sunk her fingers into his hair. "I'm okay..."

He nuzzled her neck as she hugged him tightly against her. "I don't want to move....I'm afraid of hurting you."

"I'll be okay, Harry," she said and tilted her hips up urging him to move. "Just go slow."

He kissed her neck as he moved his hips once slowly and could feel her tense up in pain. "Hermione..."

"It's okay...it's never good for the girl first time around," she breathed.

"Not if I can help it," he said and then traveled a hand down his body to where they were joined. He slipped his fingers inside her and pressed up hard against her clit causing her to gasp out a groan. "Better?"

"God yes," she said as he started to move again. "Don't stop."

"Don't intend to," he said as he continued to move to a slow steady pace as he continued to fondle her sensitive nub with his fingers. "You feel so good....so wet and tight."

"Harry," she groaned. "I can't....I'm gonna...."

"Let it go," he whispered as he quickened his pace a little, pressing up on her clit knowing she was close to her release, just as he was. "Let it go, Hermione." He watched her eyes roll behind the back of her head as her body arched like a bow. The sight was so incredible that it made him come as well as he gave one more final thrust inside her as his body shook with a powerful orgasm.

They let out a strangled moan together as Harry finally collapsed on top of her in exhaustion. When he finally had the strength he lifted his head so he could look down at her, afraid that he hurt her towards the end since he was a little too rough. "Are you okay?"

She managed a smile. "No....I'm perfect."

Relief swept over him and he smiled brightly before kissing her gently. "That was amazing."

"Yeah....and if it gets any better than that...which I'm sure it will....then I'm in trouble."

Harry's shoulders moved as he chuckled silently while burying his face against her neck. "I plan on doing that a lot more with you tonight."

"Good," she said as her eyes fluttered close when his tongue bathed her skin. "That's good."

"We're all sweaty," he whispered. "I think we need a dip."

She grinned slightly. "I'm not going skinny dipping in the lake with you, Harry Potter."

He let out a laugh. "No, not in the lake." He nipped her earlobe. "I was thinking maybeee.....the prefects bathroom?"

"Mmmm.....can I return my favor if I agree to go?"

"Oh, you bet your cute little ass you can," he said reaching around pinching it playfully.

She yelped and giggled along with him. "Well, then what are we waiting for....let's go."

They both tore off the comforter and hopped out of bed and Harry reached down and grabbed his boxers, but stopped as an idea popped in his head. He turned to Hermione who was about to slip on her panties. "Wait...don't get dressed."

She stopped and looked at him confused. "Why on earth not?"

He grinned. "Because I like seeing you naked and I don't want to go through all the trouble of undressing you again once we get there."

Hermione blushed. "Harry...I'm not going to parade around Hogwarts butt ass naked with you. I'm not really keen on the idea of Filch seeing me naked."

"Who said we'd bee seen?" he asked as he held up the very familiar cloak that they had used so many times through out their years on Hogwarts.

"The invisibility cloak?" she asked with her eyes wide as he walked over to her. "Are you mad?"

He gave her a sexy grin as he slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her against him. Their stomachs touched and her breast were flattened against Harry's bare chest. "I'm mad about you." He kissed her on the lips. "It will be fun....and very exciting."

"But...what if..."

"No what ifs," he said as he took the cloak and wrapped it around the both of them. "It's just like any adventure we've had under the cloak. Come on....I know you want too, I can see the excitement in your eyes."

She bit her lip as she tried hard not to smile. "Okay....so it may be kind of...thrilling to do this, but..."

"Then it's settled," he said and kissed her one last time. "Now let's hurry, I'm anxious to get there."

She sighed in defeat. "Oh all right, but if anything goes wrong, I'm not going to be a happy little witch."

## 3. Chapter 3

Yea! Here’s more! FINALLY! I’m SOO sorry it took so long, but with all my computer problems I had and such, I never could get to it until now. Hope you enjoy this juicy little update. Hopefully, it won’t take as long to update it next time. EnjoyJ

Chapter 3

Hermione and Harry giggled hysterically as they collapsed inside the Prefects bathroom. They had to pass Lupin on the way here and let’s just say Harry was teasing Hermione the whole time. “I can’t believe you were feeling me up while we were passing, Lupin,” Hermione exclaimed as they threw off the cloak. “That was very cruel.”

Harry chuckled as he slipped his arms around her from behind. “Sorry, I just couldn’t resist,” he whispered before playfully nipping at her neck.

She just giggled as she maneuvered out of his arms and padded over to one of the large marble baths. “Let’s make lots and lots of bubbles,” she said as she knelt by all the different faucets.

Harry stood their grinning as he watched her draw the bath. She looked sexy as hell, with her body elegantly folded and her long brown hair falling all around her. The small arch of her lower back, the soft curve of her bottom and her long shapely legs…her body was perfect. How come he never noticed before? He always knew she was pretty, gorgeous even, but sexy? Desirable? He had no clue—until now. Now that he knew what it felt like to be with her, be inside her, he wasn’t planning on letting her go anytime soon. Possibly ever.

She finally stood and smiled at him as she made her way over. His breath caught at the sight of her. Merlin, he was falling hard, he thought as she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him softly.

“You just gonna stand there looking at me dumfounded, or you going to join me?”

He just grinned as he ran his hands down her back, then over her soft ass. “What do you think?”

She grinned and then finally turned away from him, heading toward the bath. He watched her sit on the edge, before slowly sliding in the steamy water. “Mmm, this is heaven.”

He rushed to join her, jumping into the pool with a little less finesse as Hermione did. He grabbed for her immediately, pulling her in his arms and kissing her deeply. Her back was pressed against the edge of the pool, as she held on tightly to him, while their teeth and tongues clashed. Moans echoed the bathroom as the kiss grew more passionate and hands started to explore underwater. Harry’s hands were on her breasts, squeezing and fondling while his tongue continued to take the plunge into her mouth.

Hermione let out a gasp when he hitched her higher until her breasts come out of the water. She shivered as the cool air brushed over them, but Harry’s mouth captured them, sending his warm tongue over her soft skin. Her hands frantically moved over him, desperately wanting to feel every inch of his skin. Her long limps were wrapped around his waist and she tightened them around him, bringing him even closer to her. It wasn’t enough…it wouldn’t be enough until he was inside her. “Harry,” she groaned when she felt his middle finger plunge inside her. She arched her back off the wall, tilting her hips against his finger as he slid a second finger between her folds.

Harry sucked on her neck as he continued to please her with his fingers. Good God, this was insane. He couldn’t get enough of her. He wanted her more than anything, even though he just had her only moments ago. He knew he would die soon if he wasn’t buried deep inside her. He removed his fingers from her, and swallowed Hermione’s disappointing groan with his mouth, before he plunged inside her with one swift thrust.

They both groaned in approval as they held each other tight, both enjoying the feel of becoming one. Harry kissed her lazily as he started to slowly move deep within her. His pace was painfully slow at first, since he didn’t want to hurt her in case she was still sore from their last encounter. Then, he felt her hips start to meet his thrust with more urgency, so he quickly met up with her, pounding into her as the kiss turned fierce.

“Harry, faster,” she groaned into his mouth as her nails ran down his back.

He tore his mouth from her and buried his face against her neck as he took her higher, pumping into her, as he pulled almost all the way out, before burying himself back inside her. His thrusts were quick and hard and she didn’t once fall out of rhythm, meeting him again and again. He felt her hands on his ass, pushing him even deeper into her and he groaned as his hips became more frantic. He was taking her like an animal and had no sense in his head right now. Only Hermione. Her scent, her taste….the feel of her wrapped around him was too much. He felt his orgasm start to creep up and could tell Hermione was close as well. She was screaming his name and Merlin he loved it. It was enough to finally send him over the edge. With one more solid thrust, he stiffened against her as the powerful orgasm took over his body. Hermione shuddered against him, her back arching and her nails digging into his back while she came in a sudden rush.

Harry still had his face buried against her neck as he breathed deeply, waiting until his heart rate slowed down to a minimum. He felt her hands move up his back and into his hair, strumming her fingers through it. When he could finally move, he kissed the pulse on her neck, then nipped at her jaw, before finally finding her lips. The kiss was slow and lazy, because they still didn’t have enough energy for it to be anything more. “Did I hurt you?” he finally asked against her mouth.

“Mmm, no,” she murmured as she tightened her grip on him, while he was still snuggled deep inside her.

“I was a little rough,” he said mindlessly as ran his fingers over the red teeth marks he left on her breast.

Hermione could hear the worry in his voice so she cupped his face and forced him to look at her. “Harry, you were nothing more than wonderful. That was…amazing.” She kissed him quickly. “Yes, I might be a little tender, but it will be a good kind of sore. A satisfying feeling.” She hugged him closer, wrapping her arms around his neck. “You made me feel so wanted…so alive.”

“Hermione,” Harry sighed as he held her close. “You were wonderful. And I’m so incredibly glad that you were my first.” And only.

She leaned back and looked into his green eyes, smiling slightly. “I have a feeling we’re going to be experiencing a whole lot of firsts tonight.” She nipped at his bottom lip. “And the next thing will be…something that I promised to return.”

His brows raised. “Really?” he asked as he let her pull away from him. “Oh right…you have a little revenge to settle, don’t you?”

“Oh you bet I do,” she said as she swam back towards him with a sly grin on her face. “I’m going to go down on you, Potter,” she whispered as she traveled a finger down his chest. “And you are going to enjoy it…a lot.”

He let in a shaky breath. “Hermione,” he groaned. “Please…”

They both jumped when they heard the door to the prefect’s bathroom open up. “Of all the bloody nerve,” Harry cursed and before he could do anything, he watched Hermione grab her wand produce a bubble charm over her head and disappear under water. “What in the….”

“Well, well….what we got here?”

Harry groaned when he recognized the voice and slowly turned his head to see Draco Malfoy standing there. “What are you doing here?”

## 4. Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Harry groaned when he recognized the voice and slowly turned his head to see Draco Malfoy standing there. “What are you doing here?”

“Me?” he asked amused. “Well, I’m meeting Ginny here and uh…It looks like you’re enjoying a nice bubble bath all to yourself.”

“Er…I’ve had a really long couple of days,” he muttered nervously.

Draco grinned. “That’s understandable…still going to make fun of you though.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Draco, could you please just…” Harry froze when he felt Hermione under the water moving a little too close to home.

“Something wrong, Potter?” Draco asked amused.

“Er…no.” Surely she wouldn’t do…bloody hell! Yep, she definitely would! He bit his lip when she started to stroke him underwater in a very slow, torturous rhythm. Oh, she was in SO much trouble.

“Draco?” a feminine voice rang out and Harry groaned when he recognized it as Ginny’s.

“In here babe,” Draco said with a chuckle.

“Sorry, I’m late but…oh…Harry, what are you doing down here?”

Oh, nothing much. Just soaking up in the tub while Hermione’s giving me a hand job underwater.

“Potter, having a little bubble bath,” Draco snickered.

Harry groaned again as he placed his head on the edge of the pool. He wanted to come so bad, but he would damn sure not do it with his friends watching.

“Honestly, Draco, there’s nothing wrong with a guy taking a bubble bath.”

“Yeah, as long as there’s a girl with them,” Draco said back.

Harry shook his head as he felt himself start to explode and good sweet Merlin! She was definitely not using her hands anymore, which meant she popped her bubble charm. “Did it ever occur it to either of you that I might NOT be alone??” Harry asked urgently as he glared up at Ginny and Draco.

Realization dawned on Draco’s face. “Oh. Well, damn Potter…I didn’t think you had it in you!”

“Leave please!” he said urgently as Hermione began to suck him faster and harder underneath. She was holding her breath now without the bubble charm and he didn’t want her to suffocate.

“Draco, let’s go…”

“So who is it? It’s Hermoine isn’t it?”

Harry finally grabbed Hermione’s wand and pointed at Draco. “Leave me alone!”

“Draco, come on!” Ginny yelled as she dragged her boyfriend out. “Sorry, Harry.”

“Accio curtains!” he yelled and the curtains whipped around until Draco and Ginny were out of view. He then produced a quick silencing charm, before finally dropping the wand and groan loudly while he came long and hard.

Harry was panting when Hermione sputtered to the surface. “You…are in deep….trouble,” Harry gasped.

Hermione grinned as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Paybacks are a bitch,” she said and kissed him softly.

“What you did…was far worse than what I did.” He weakly dropped his head on her shoulder still trying to catch his breath. “Merlin, Hermione…that was fucking amazing.”

She giggled as she sunk her fingers in his hair and kissed the top of his head. “I was good, then?”

“Good?” he breathed as he lifted his head. “No, not just good. You were fantastic. You had to have done that before.”

“Nope.” She shook her head with a laugh. “But one night, us girls had a slumber party and Lavender and Pavarati thought it would be cool if we practiced giving blow jobs. We practiced on Popsicles. I have to say, I was pretty good. Out of all the girls, I could take most of the Popsicle in my mouth.”

He groaned out a laugh. “Yes, I noticed that talent earlier.” He then gave her a loud smacking kiss. “Why don’t we get out of here before we start to wrinkle?”

“Okay,” she said and together they got out of the bath and dried off with some terrycloth towels. “So where to next?”

He grinned at her while he rubbed the towel over his messy hair. “Let’s just see where the wind takes us.”

“I for one, would like to go back to the Room of Requirement and make sure our clothes are still there,” Hermione said as she deposited her towel in the hamper once she was dry.

Harry did the same and picked up his cloak. “Okay, but does that mean your putting the clothes back on?”

She giggled as she pressed herself against him while he pulled the cloak over them. “Of course not,” she said and kissed him slowly and seductively.

Harry pulled away, gasping for breath. “Then let’s get going…I already want you again.”

Hermione shivered as she snuggled close to him. “Good to know.”

When they moved the curtain aside the loud sound of moaning and groaning echoed through the room. Harry and Hermione looked at each other in amusement and then over to the pool where a curtain was closed around it.

“Draco!” Ginny yelled. “Faster!”

Harry and Hermione both stifled their laughter as they hurried out of the prefect’s bathroom. “Looks like someone forgot to place a silence charm,” Harry whispered as they stumbled into the hallway.

“Oh, that was great. Look’s like Draco sure knows what he’s doing. It sounded like she was dying.”

“I could make you scream like that,” Harry said as he nipped her bottom lip.

“Hmm…That a challenge?”

“It sure is,” he murmured as his hands roamed to her ass and pressed her against his arousal. “Do you accept?”

She groaned as her eyes fluttered close. “You bet I do.”

XXX

“HARRY!!” she yelled as she clawed the sheets. “Yes…YES, don’t stop!” She bucked wildly on the bed as Harry was under the sheets, doing things with his mouth and fingers and sending her over the edge. She opened her mouth and arched her neck as she felt her orgasm slam into her with a powerful voice and she screamed in ecstasy as her body trembled and shook with pleasure.

Harry felt her stiffen one last time before finally letting out an exasperating breath before collapsing on the bed. He grinned against her inner thigh and nipped it playfully, before slowly making his way up her body. He kissed her belly, dipped his tongue in her bellybutton, nuzzled his face between his breasts and finally uncovered his head from the sheets. “Told you so,” he said with a cocky grin.

She smiled weakly up at him as she caught her breath. “Yeah…you sure showed me.” She reached up and cupped the back of his neck and brought him down for a kiss. “Please feel free to prove me wrong as many times as you want.”

He laughed softly against her lips. “Duly noted.” He then shifted until he lay next to her and opened his arms when she turned towards him in a gentle embrace. He kissed the top of her head. “Mmm, I could hold you like this forever.”

She smiled as she nuzzled her head against his chest and lazily ran her finger over his chest. “I could hold onto you forever,” she countered back.

Harry’s heart skipped a beat beneath her ear. “Could you,” he said his voice hoarse.

“Of course.” She kissed his chest. “I love you.”

She said it like it was the most natural thing in the world that he almost missed it. “What?” he finally whispered as he tilted his chin down to look at her.

She lifted her head up and then propped herself on one elbow so she could smile down at him. Her hair danced all around her and her face was still flushed from his pleasure. To Harry she never looked more beautiful. “I love you,” she said again. “How could I let you make love to me…be with me like this if I didn’t.”

He swallowed the lump in his throat and felt his eyes burn with tears. “I just…no one’s ever…loved me…that way before.”

Touched, Hermione kissed away one of his escaped tears. “Harry, I love you. I’ve always loved you.” She kissed his trembling lips. “I’m glad I’m the first to love you, Harry, because I plan on being the only.”

Harry sucked in a shaky breath as he found it harder and harder to breath. Then on a sob, he reached up and cupped her face as he showered her with kisses. He tasted her tears as well and knew that they were tears of joy and of love. “Hermione,” he whispered and kissed her deeply, sliding his tongue into her mouth over and over again. “I love you,” he breathed into her mouth. “I love you so much.”

With their lips still locked, Hermione rolled until she was on her back and Harry loomed over her. “Show me how much,” she whispered as she opened for him.

Harry smiled gently down at her, brushing away her leftover tears, then kissed her slow and lazily as he joined his body with hers. This time, it was different than the other times. They were making love. His fingers laced with hers as he moved in and out of her, whispering words of endearment to her, telling her how much he loved and adored her.

The sun slowly began to rise and the sight of the first ray of light spreading across her face while she came; was a sight he was never going to forget. Still buried deep inside her, he held her close as he cherished the feel of her warmth she provided. “I love you,” he said again as he kissed her temple. He loved saying those words and planned on saying them to her every day of their life together.

“I love you, too.”

He smiled. He also loved hearing them said back to him. Last night, was definitely a night to remember.

THE END!!

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