Futile to Resist by H_HrFan

Rating: NC17
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 01/05/2005
Last Updated: 01/05/2005
Status: Completed

It's all in the title...




1. Futile to Resist
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DISCLAIMER: The `real' world of HP belongs to JKR…this tiny, infinitesimal speck, belongs to
me. GO HERMIONE!!!!


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**Futile to Resist**

“Hermione, we can't,” Harry exclaimed, his breathing heavy, erratic.

“Please,” she begged breathlessly. “I just need…” She kissed her way up his neck, and suckled
his ear lobe into her mouth and between her teeth. She wrapped her arms around his back and
squeezed his arse with her hands, pulling him tightly against her. She rubbed her body hard against
his. “I just need you to touch me, Harry. Just touch me. I don't even care how,” she whispered
against his ear. She straddled his leg and slid up and down the length his thigh.

Harry raised his arms into the air, determined not to touch her. “Hermione—” he breathed
heavily. “Hermione stop. We…oh God, Hermione, we can't.”

Hermione ran her tongue from the collar of his shirt, up the side of neck and to his ear. “Just
a touch, Harry, please,” she begged again. “Fingers, tongue, cock, anything. Come on Harry, I need
you, please,” she breathed into his ear.

“Hermione, he'll see us, please, you have to stop,” he pleaded. His arms were still in the
air but somewhere along the line he'd closed his eyes dropped his head back, allowing her
easier access to his neck and throat.

Hermione pulled away and stood before him. He opened his eyes to look at her. Her chest was
heaving, her breathing shallow. “Let him see us then, Harry,” she said as loudly as she could in
her near-breathless state. “Let him see what he's been missing out on. I don't give a damn,
Harry. Voldemort chose his life of celibacy, a life with no love, he can have it. But damn it,
Harry—” she broke off and turned her back on him.

She walked toward a table sitting a couple of feet away. She placed her hands on it and slid
them across to the other side, sending quill, ink, and parchment flying in every direction as she
laid her chest against it and spread her arms open wide. Her short skirt rode up until Harry could
see the skin of her arse laid bare for him.

Harry's breaths were coming in short gasps. His arms dropped to his sides and he closed his
eyes, trying unsuccessfully to block out the image she'd presented him with. He opened his
eyes, taking a chance on his own level of resistance. “Herm…” his voice trailed away as he watched
her slide back up the table.

“I want you, Harry,” she said breathily as she stood. She turned her back to the table and slid
onto it, spreading her legs as she sat, exposing herself to him. “I need you.” She laid back and
raised her feet to rest them on the edge of the table, her legs fell open wider and she began to
touch herself. Her other hand was near her mouth, her tongue swirling around her index finger and
drawing it in and out of her mouth in a sensual, languorous rhythm. It was one of the most erotic
sights Harry had ever seen. Her body writhed at her own ministrations, her arse lifting from the
table as moan after moan escaped her.

Harry's cock twitched uncontrollably as he watched with bated breath, as she sucked her
finger into her mouth. His leg convulsed as it fought against his urge to stay in the place where
he stood.

“Let him see, Harry,” she said again, sitting up on one elbow so she could see him. “Take me.
You know you want to. All you have to do is reach out and take it…it's hot, wet, and waiting.”
She slid her fingers into her saturated opening, pulled them out, and raised them to her lips. She
closed her eyes and drew them into her mouth with a low, feral moan.

“Hermione, we…” Harry began. His body moved forward of its own accord and he reached out for her
thighs. He began to knead them, his hands rough and his grip hard. Hermione arched her back toward
him, hoping he would knead away the ache she felt at the juncture between her legs.

“Now, Harry,” she said, her breathing heavy and erratic.

“Bloody hell,” he murmured, closing his eyes and feeling his hands slide down the smoothness of
her thighs. He immediately felt her heat when his hands stopped, unable to slide any further.

“Take it, Harry,” she said huskily.

His thumbs began their ministrations against her clit, just as they had on her thigh. “Bloody
hell, Hermione,” he repeated, his willpower rapidly losing the battle to his body. He moved closer
to her, his thighs against the table. He leaned down over her and stared at her briefly. His mouth
was scarcely an inch from hers, “bloody hell,” he murmured before finally giving into his desire.
He lowered his head the rest of the way and captured her lips in a searing, lust-driven kiss. He
moaned against her mouth and she bucked beneath him, her thighs touching either side of his
waist.

His elbows were on either side of her, pinning her arms to her sides. One hand tangled in her
hair at the back of her head as he raised her up to increase the intensity of the kiss. He released
one arm as he moved his hand to slide it up her shirt so he could knead her breasts and roll her
nipples between his fingers.

“Harry?” she said softly.

“Mmm,” he moaned against her, increasing the pressure of his hand on her breast.

“Harry?” she said a little louder.

He felt her freed arm rise toward his chest.

“Harry?” she said with a little more force. She pushed hard against his chest, pushing him off
her.

“Wha…?” Harry said, rolling away from her. He blinked rapidly and tried to determine where he
was. He obviously wasn't on a table, not with the way he'd rolled away from her. “Hermione?
Hermione, where are you?” he called out into the enveloping darkness.

She placed her hand on his arm. “I'm right here, Harry,” she said softly, “what's going
on?”

“Weren't we…” he stammered, trying to regain control of his thoughts, and to get his
bearings, “didn't we…what…?”

“You were dreaming,” she said softly. He felt her shift beside him and although he could not
properly see her, he could feel her eyes boring into him. “Everything okay?”

Harry reached out for her. Finding her arm, he ran his hand up the smooth silkiness of her skin
until it connected with her head. He pulled her to him in an almost brutal kiss. Her struggle was
futile as she surrendered herself to him almost immediately. She shifted closer to him, pressing
her body against the length of his. She tilted her head and deepened the kiss. She moaned against
him and he relieved some of the pressure he'd been exerting trying to meld himself into
her.

His hand left her head and trailed its way down her body until he reached the end of her short
nightgown. He traced the inside of her thigh and curled his fingers in her soft, curly hair on his
way to her breasts. He kneaded her breasts and rolled her nipples between his fingers as he had in
his dream. She moaned louder and rolled onto her back. Her legs fell open, one landing against him,
the other against the bed. She grabbed his hand from beneath her nightgown and pushed it down to
rub it against her aching core. Her hand over his, she guided him up and down and then pushed one
of his fingers against her clit. Taking the hint, he began to rub her in hard, fast circles. She
bucked against him and moaned again. “Please, Harry,” she whispered breathily.

Harry pushed the covers off them and, momentarily stopping his ministrations, fisted her
nightgown and yanked it up. She raised her arse and sat up just enough for him to push it roughly
over her head. He bent forward at the waist and began to lick and suckle her clit, his fingers
still moving fast and furious against her. Her head fell hard against the pillow and she bit her
finger, stifling her screams. She reached behind him and pushed at his boxers. He nipped at her
with his teeth and rose slowly, kissing his way up her stomach. He sat up and pushed his boxers off
and tossed them over the side of the bed. He moved swiftly between her legs. “Ready?” he asked, his
cock brushing against her opening.

“Yes,” she hissed through clenched teeth. Harry parted her with his fingers and lowered his
arse, barely entering into her. “Go.” She raised her hips just as he lowered his arse and they
slammed together, his erection buried to the hilt within her. They stayed that way for a moment
before she lowered her hips and he raised his arse. They rammed against each other over and over
again, their movements mimicking each other as though practiced lovers, with years of experience
behind them.

Their need for each other was primal…especially in the early hours of the morning when awakened
suddenly by such wanton desire. “I love you,” he said huskily, near her ear.

“Love you,” she moaned in reply. “Harder, Harry. Faster.”

“You feel so good,” he murmured, collapsing against her chest. His arse continued to rise and
fall at a quickening pace. She wrapped her arms around him, raising and lowering her hips in
perfect time with him.

“Mmhmm,” she moaned. “I love when it's like this.” Harry pushed himself up and wrapped his
arms around behind her legs, pumping her harder and faster. A few strokes later Hermione clenched,
her walls tightening around him, pulling him in hungrily. “Ahh!” she screamed, biting down on her
finger once again. She pressed her head back against the pillow and closed her eyes. He felt the
change in her hold on him and he thrust harder, bringing her to the brink of exploding.

The harsh sound of air being sucked in through gritted teeth permeated the air. Harry released
the hold on her legs and fell against her. Pumping—one…two…three more times, before finally letting
go. She followed closely behind as he continued to slide up and down within her.

A minute later he fell against her, his body sated. She wrapped her legs around him and squeezed
him tightly with her entire body. He felt the familiar pull on his cock and he raised his head and
smiled at her, chuckling softly. “You enjoy that don't you?” he said playfully.

“I enjoy you,” she teased back. She squeezed him again and he moaned. “And, yeah,” she said
watching him closely as his expression changed from one second to the next, “I like that too.”

He lowered his lips to hers and kissed her soundly, a soft `pop' following its release. “I
love you,” he said again.

“Love you,” she said, moving her arms from around his back so she could pull him into another
kiss. “Goodnight,” she murmured the moment the kiss ended.

“'night,” he replied softly, gently rolling away from her. He lay on his side, facing her.
His eyes had long since adjusted to the darkness and he could just make out the tilt of her head.
He felt, more than saw, the love and concern in the look she gave him.

“You all right?” she asked softly.

“Yeah, just a strange dream,” he replied in the same soft tone. “That's all.”

“Voldemort again?”

Harry chuckled softly and replied, “yeah, Voldemort again.”

He could hear the smile in her voice when she spoke, “and what, pray tell, did I do to you this
time to make you forget?”

“Let's just say,” he began, reaching forward to caress her cheek, “that your powers of
seduction are…”

“Yes?” she asked, her voice deep, sultry, teasing.

He leaned forward and kissed her. “Well, let's just say that even a man fully committed to a
life of celibacy wouldn't stand a chance against you.”

“What about a man who just had me?” she asked, pulling him into another hungry kiss and rubbing
her knee against his already hardening cock.

“Not even a man who's just had you,” he murmured against her neck as he moved once more to
his favorite spot between her legs. He gave in immediately, his mind and body fully aware that, as
always, she was…futile to resist.

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