Oh, Harry by ayumi-nb

Rating: NC17
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 7
Published: 04/12/2011
Last Updated: 04/12/2011
Status: Completed

Harry thinks it was about time that Hermione’s catchphrase gained a completely new meaning //
post-dh, minus epilogue. Oneshot




1. oh, harry
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A/N: Pointless smut. Really, there's not much of a plot. Set after the 7th book,
but disregards the epilogue completely. I had this written since last year, but forgot XD, and
yesterday I saw it there on my folders… The idea came from a discussion over the forums here in
Portkey, can't remember where exactly. Anyway, I just HAD to write it… don't know if
someone's done this before. Anyway! Enjoy the fic!!

Disclaimer: The usual…

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**“Oh, Harry”**

**(****Post-****DH****. AU****.** **EWE.** **//** **Harry thinks it**
**wa****s about time that Hermione's** **catch****phrase gain****ed** **a**
**completely** **new meaning.)**

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“Oh, Harry…”

She moved slowly (up and down, back and forth), riding him tentatively, as if this were her
first time doing anything of the like—which was not, he'd made sure of that months ago. And as
he watched mesmerized how her breasts bounced lightly (up and down, up and down), he couldn't
help but remember the first time Hermione uttered those words to him, way back in their first year.
It was right before he went off to face Voldemort, and after the first hug she gave him and the
first he received since his parents' death.

*(He remembered. Oh, he remembered all too well each and every time she uttered those two
simple words to him. Whenever he was sad or troubled, whenever he was about to face a potentially
mortal danger, and even when he was happy she was there, saying those words.* *They had been
said, however, only in a platonic way… until last year.)*

He hissed in pleasure when he felt Hermione tighten her inner muscles, squeezing him harder as
she rotated her hips. The pressure began to build up slowly in his groin, begging for release, but
he fought it back. He was determinate to make her reach her orgasm first this time, and then let
himself go. In their last encounter, he had been in such a rush, so desperate to be one with her,
to hit his climax that he didn't stop to consider about her needs. And although she had been
understanding, he felt bad about not letting her find her release.

*(Last year… was an eventful year, that was for sure. The hunt for the horcruxes, the death of
beloved people, the final battle with Voldemort. And Hermione's sudden confession.)*

She had had his hands pinned at each side of his head from the very beginning of their
encounter, and only now, by the amount of pressure she was putting on her grip, he could tell she
was getting bolder with every second passed. She would tighten her inner muscles around his cock as
she moved up, leaving only the tip in, and then slam back down with as much force as she could
muster, trying to take him as deep as he would go. And in their current position that wasn't
near enough of what they wanted.

*(It had been a complete shock, Hermione's confession. Mainly because he had thought that,
with Voldemort gone, she and Ron would finally be together as they wanted to. They didn't need
to worry about him anymore. And when he saw them, slightly apart from the cheery crowd, talking in
hushed tones in the middle of the battlefield… Well, he thought they would* *be a happy couple
from then on. So, yes, it had been a great shock when, once they were gathered in the Great
Hall**,* *celebrating, she pulled him aside to a secluded area and kissed him,
passionately, and after whispering those three little words that knocked the air out of him, she
walked away.)*

Her movements became erratic, growing steadily faster with each second. She was very close to
her climax, he could tell… in the way her moans were getting louder, in the way her movements (up
and down, back and forth) became rougher, in the way she pleaded (gasps of harder! and faster! and
*oh, Harry*!). Her body started to tremble, the beginning of an orgasm building, but her legs
could barely help her move, so, freeing one of his hands, he moved it to where their bodies joined
and rubbed her clit with his thumb.

“Oh, ohh… oh, yes—oh, *Harry!*”

*(**It took him several minutes to snap out of his shock, and by the time he did,
Hermione was already gone. According to Ron, who cornered him not long after he started to look for
her, Hermione had gone to Australia, via portkey, and Harry didn't waste time* *in asking
someone for a portkey to go after his best friend. He didn't know why, but he felt he needed to
find her. Everything he'd achieved meant nothing if Hermione wasn't there with
him.)*

After a few seconds of thrusting into her (in and out, in and out), and pressing and rubbing at
her clit, Hermione was sent spiralling over the edge, her orgasm overwhelming her. Harry grabbed
her hips with both hands, and flipped their positions, not being able to hold back anymore as her
felt her inner muscles clutch him tight. Fast and hard, he began to pound into her, chasing after
his own climax. At that moment, their lovemaking was wild, and rough, but it didn't matter
because it was building up another orgasm for her and nearing the breaking point of his. And he
loved the sounds that came out of her mouth as they moved against each other.

“Fas/ter! Har/der! Oh/Ha/rry!”

*(Once in Australia, he didn't need to look far, since Hermione and Ron were as well known
as he was to the Wizarding World now, he only had to ask the right people and they told him gladly
where to go.* *She was shocked to see him outside the room she'd rented, but after he
returned the favour of kissing her silly, she didn't complain much, too happy to have him
there. They talked a lot that night, about their relationship, about their feelings, about possible
consequences, and finally settled for letting things follow its natural flow. They kissed a lot
that night too, he remembered, and it was probably then when Hermione's famous `oh,
Harry's' began to acquire a new meaning.)*

Funny how each word was cut into syllables marked by his thrusts, he thought, and complied,
speeding up. Soon, he felt the oh so familiar white hot pleasure growing in the pit of his abdomen,
and he knew it was almost there and all he could think of was *Yesyesyes, comeoncomeoncomeon,
Hermione*…

“Say it again,” he grunted suddenly, lowering his face to nuzzle her neck, “Say it again,
Hermione, please, say it again.”

She understood his request, of course, she always understood, “Oh, Harry. Oh, Harry. Oh,
*Harry*.”

*(He was there for her when she restored her parents' memories, just as she was there for
him when he visited his parents' tombs at Godric Hollows.* *And m**aybe that's
what made them so right for each other. They'd both seen the other at* *their most
vulnerable time, and had somehow managed to keep each other from falling apart. No words needed,
just their ever present presence, and that was enough.)*

By the time he hit his climax, her words had merged, coming out of her mouth in short pants of
*ohHarryohHarryohHarry* only to end in a high-pitched scream as she found her release, again.
Collapsing on top of her, Harry struggled to catch his breath, resting his cheek on her chest,
where her heart was. Merlin, how he'd missed this, snuggling up with Hermione until both were
fast sleep. With great effort, he managed to pull off her and rolled onto his side, bringing her
body close to his. He felt her sigh contently as she snuggled up even closer to him, wrapping her
arms around him.

“Honey, I'm home…” he said suddenly, and smiled when she laughed lightly in response.

*(The months that followed the summer after Voldemort's fall went by rather smoothly. And
he finally felt like he was living; he had his best friends with him, and was falling steadily in
love with one of them —the right one, mind you—, plus his surrogate Weasley family. Harry could
finally said life was good and worth living.)*

He had only been gone for two weeks, his first assignment as an Auror that had him tracking down
one of the few Death Eaters that managed to escape after Voldemort's demise. After spending the
last two years almost joined at the hip, two weeks apart from her were torture, only the knowledge
of being able to go back to *her*, go back *home*, kept him going. It was nice, he knew,
having a place to call home after Hogwarts. But, then again, after all that's happened between
them, wherever Hermione were it was home to him.

“Yes, you are…” she replied, placing a tender kiss on his chest.

Having recently started an official relationship, the world already labelled her as Harry
Potter's girlfriend, but… but she was more than that. Hermione… she was his best friend, the
person who knew him best, his confident, his lover, his… His Hermione.

The only one who needed only say *oh, Harry* and he'd be putty in her hands.

*(Now, if he could spend the night listening to Hermione's catchphrase
non**-**stop in that sexy, throaty voice of her, he'd die a happy man.)*

“Say it again, Hermione…”

She giggled softly, but complied, leaning up, she breathed wantonly into his ear the two words
that could have him up and ready for another go anytime.

“Oh, Harry…”

*(Happy man, indeed.)*

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**End.**

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