Asleep by Moonbeam

Rating: NC17
Genres: Angst, Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 25/01/2004
Last Updated: 25/01/2004
Status: Completed

Sequel/Companion to 'Awake'. Hermione thinks about somethings and goes to sleep very
happy.




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Title: Asleep
Author: Moonbeam
Spoilers: I'm in denial over Sirius so he may be dead but he is unmentioned. They are both 24,
Voldie's dead yadda yadda.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but I own my smutty mind and my insane brain which came up with the word
order you are about to read if nothing else.
Note: This is all Hermione's POV, since it's 1st person and all
Author's Note: 'Orange crush' for Hayley who introduced me to the term. This story is
linked to 'Awake', in fact it's a sequel that is really a prequel - think 'Star
Wars'.

Okay, I know I'm in love with my best friend, but really is there anything wrong with that?
Sure he has never once looked at me as though I were a girl, no actually there was once in 4th year
but I'm not sure that counts. It was more - oh my god! Hermione's a girl rather than hubba
hubba I'd like a piece of that. Not that I think Harry has ever thought like that but still one
little look from the guy isn't too much to ask for is it? Yes I suppose it is given that
we've been friends for thirteen years, but it's still rather depressing.

Why have I never told him? I ask myself that sometimes but then I imagine it. I know I would
babble and run off at the mouth and then feel the need to run and Harry being the sweetie he is
would be all sweet. By being sweet I mean never mention it after I'd run so I'd know he
didn't feel that way but I would still hold out hope in that insane part of my heart that he
did. Or maybe he'd think that I was ashamed of it and never tell me he had a thing for me, he
does have love issues. Okay, fine I admit I'm scared, terrified of hearing those little words,
'I'm so sorry Hermione but I really don't feel that way about you'. I'm more
afraid of him laughing at me or perhaps just running away himself � unlikely but still a
possibility. But I'm mortified and terrified and most other words you could associate with
these about him actually wanting me. Cause then I'd be Harry Potter's girl and there would
be so much pressure and I'd never want to hurt him because I love him so much and it could end
very badly.

So then why suggest going back to his place after we'd gotten Ron drunk on Tequila?
Something I know he's wanted to try since he found out they put a worm in it. We'd shipped
him off with a girl I know from work, Annabelle. She's heard me bitch about him so much she
can't possibly think that he's on a pedestal. But she still thinks he's cute, she
mumbled something about her orange crush. So I told her where we would be, I know she wouldn't
take advantage of him and he holds his liquor well � I am not pimping off one of my best friends to
possibly accidentally fondle the other while drunk. I solemnly swear I am up to g- okay fine - no
good.

So we go back to his place and had a few more drinks. So I suggested 'Twister', if he
discovers I have breasts maybe it'll shock him out of his stupor. Apparently it worked. It may
have helped that I showed him exactly what years of yoga could do. My mum may be straight as an
arrow but she was brought up by hippies and loved yoga - she just passed on the tradition. I might
have lost my balance on purpose but it was fun. Really that boy should walk around shirtless all
day; no one should feel like that.

The floor must have been uncomfortable but he hadn't appeared to mind, at least not after I
kissed him. I admit, it was a mind-blowing kiss but the look on his face was priceless. He still
wasn't doing anything and he definitely wasn't protesting so I just sorta kissed him again,
I'm a bad person. I took advantage of my best friend but it was really good.

I think that second kiss shocked him out of wherever he was because the next thing I know Harry
had just ripped my shirt off. I'm not sure how he managed that given our position but I have no
doubt that magic was involved somewhere. He flipped us and held himself up on his hands looking
down at me, he smiled at me and I really, really understood why he unseated Lockhart for 'Best
Smile'. Dear God, that smile could very well undress a girl by itself. I needed him, propriety
be damned �okay damned further. I reached up and pulled at his shirt, the black had a shimmer of
green to it and it reminded me of his eyes just then, darkening, the pupil dilating to overtake the
green. He breaks my shirt I get to break his and � Ohhh dear God!

I remember once watching a TV show and doubting anybody would be like that in real life, I was
gloriously wrong. He was tall and lean like his father but constant Quidditch practice and running
from adorning fans had defined his muscles. Not to mention all that shirtless work the owner made
them do to bring in the women. But really I should stop digressing, because then he leaned down and
kissed me. I could taste tequila on his tongue and salt from the peanuts we'd devoured earlier.
He pulled away from my mouth and moved down to my neck, starting high and nibbling on the tendons
there before following my neck down and trailing kisses along my clavicle to place a sloppy kiss in
the hollow of my throat.

I couldn't help but laugh at the way his stubble tickled my neck and I pulled him back up to
kiss his mouth. I moved my hands to his hair, regardless of how messy it was it felt wonderful.
Absolutely wonderful, soft and cool � I'm not entirely sure I've ever thought of hair as
cool before but his definitely was. Trailing my hands down his neck I felt the muscles there bunch
and move as I ran my fingernails softly against his skin. He has nice shoulders, soft skin
covering, however obviously, hard muscle. I can't say I've ever envied skin before but the
way it moved across his shoulder blades made me want to kiss them, so I did. Contorting my body
around him I planted a kiss on his right shoulder and was moving to his left when suddenly I felt
the tip of his tongue begin to trace the curve of my bra. Beginning in the middle his tongue traced
along the outer edge and back again. He stopped in the middle and slipped his tongue between the
bra and my skin and slid it along my breastbone. I could tell I was gasping for breath but I could
only hear the slightly sloppy sounds he was making.

His hands moved around my back and slid under the material, lifting the clasp from my skin. He
tried for a few moments to unhook it and I felt him mumble something against the sensitive flesh he
had just wet which caused a shiver to run up my spine and my bra to disappear. With free reign he
set about tormenting me, drunk or not this boy had some skills. He ran his tongue along the path it
had taken before and slid again down between my breasts before moving and placing a soft kiss on
the underside. Then he trailed along the outside, kissing, nibbling and finally sliding his tongue
along my flesh. He continued to make passes around my breast refusing to move towards the centre. I
tried to move to catch him out, but either I was too slow or he just knew exactly what I was doing,
I'll never know. Just as he made his smallest circle and I thought I would finally feel his
mouth where he had been leading too he moved, his mouth kissing my other breast exactly where he
had began before. I couldn't take that again I felt restless, I needed to feel him so my hands
moved and captured his head, pulling him back up my body. I moved my head around and growled in his
ear,
"If you keep doing that I will torment you later until you willingly bring Voldemort back if
it means I'll let you come understand?"

I felt him nod against me before his mouth descended on mine, I groaned and he smiled into the
kiss. But I forgave him as I felt his hands sliding up my sides and gently cupping my breasts. I
pushed against his hands and in response his thumbs ran over my nipples, oh thank God. But I
wasn't satisfied, I had to make him pay - but perhaps not on a Twister mat; after all it was
beginning to stick to my skin. Any thoughts concerning location left my head the second I felt his
tongue flick along my nipple, I know that sounded like a scream; did it come from me?

He pulled back up and whispered in my ear,
"God, you taste wonderful."

Given a respite from his ministrations I noticed he was much more clothed than I would have
liked. I wanted to remedy that, quickly. I reached down and pulled at his pants, undoing the button
and pulling down the zipper before he seemed to realise what I was doing. I continued, ignoring
what he was saying, instead tugging at the pants pulling them down his legs, so he could kick them
off. But he didn't seem to want to do that, instead he pulled me to him, up slightly off the
floor and wrapped his arms around me. Now he could reach the back zipper on my skirt. I was
suddenly glad I'd chosen that one, it was a longish, flowing skirt and without much difficulty
it was easily pushed down my body leaving me in a pair of hot pink knickers. Harry looked down and
his gasp was enough to make me smile as I kicked the pooled fabric away and pulled him back to
me.

"Do you like them?" I felt myself whispering in his ear. I can't remember ever
feeling this sexually free with a man.

"Good god yes." His voice came out low and breathy.

I couldn't help but smile up at him, I think that smile finally got through his brain
because suddenly he seemed to realise we were basically naked and exactly what he could do with
this situation.

"Perhaps we should move to somewhere with say pillows or a mattress or the couch I
don't mind."

"Alright," I said as he stood up offering a hand down to help me.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his lips down to mine, the gentle kisser I had felt
earlier was gone; this one more demanding and forceful. I know I heard him groan as I evaded his
tongue instead running mine along his lower lip and nibbling on it. He lifted me so suddenly I
tried to find the ground again, but I was much happier when I found my legs wrapped around his
waist instead. He moved carrying me and walked me over to the nearest wall. He pushed my body
against it using his and held me there with his hips, pushing into me, making that ache low in my
stomach more pressing. He dropped his head to my chest and used his mouth to torment my nipple
again. Though the pleasure haze I was able to remember to torture him. Using what little leverage I
could get I pulled myself up and ground down against him. I love that groan, and I didn't mind
the way the air felt leaving his mouth either.

He lifted his head to my mouth and again began to kiss me senseless as his body pulled mine from
the wall and began our journey out of the lounge room and through his house to the bedroom. We all
had a room here, but he took me to his and dropped me onto the bed. I bounced and when I looked up
he was mesmerised by my chest. I chuckled and allowed myself to fall back against the mattress, I
was inviting him and the look in his eyes made me feel suddenly hot. He didn't take too long
making his way onto the bed. He stalked towards me on all fours and I felt like prey and all
feminist instincts be damned I liked the feeling.

I pulled him down to me and was pressed down into the bed by his weight but I didn't really
notice, I was too occupied with the way his skin felt against mine. I ran my hand along his back
feeling the muscle bunch and move as his hands travelled up to frame my face and brought my mouth
up to his. I love the way he kisses, sweet and soft and hungry and it just makes my blood boil in
my veins. Not that I think it could get much hotter.

My hands slipped down and over his boxers, they were soft and well worn and very nice to the
touch but I was more interesting in what was below. I slid my hands back up and under the material,
trailing over his skin and down to the soft swell of his backside. While standing it may look like
he was devoid of one but regardless of that it was cute and definitely sqeezable. So I did; I gave
the taunt flesh a gentle squeeze, and in response I felt Harry's hips thrust down against
mine.

Moving my hands back up his back, playing with the small pebbles of bone that ran down the
middle I moved my mouth along his neck and began nibbling on the tendons sticking out. He gasped
and pulled my hips towards his, his fingers dug into my hips but I didn't mind and he relented
when I'd securely wrapped my legs around him. And what nice hips they are too, all bony and
hard but they seem to yield when my hands began to knead them later.

His hands trailed along my sides and down my legs, there was something frantic in his movements
and I couldn't blame him. I wanted this; the gentle part, slow, sweet lovemaking but I needed
him. Now. I pushed myself up off the bed crushing my whole body against his. He groaned in response
and mumbled something else under his breath. Suddenly, just like my bra, my underwear and his had
disappeared. Now I was pressed tightly against his erection, this felt new and yet I'd been
here before - maybe it was Harry that made this all feel ten times as good.

He pulled back a bit and looked into my eyes, I knew the look I had never seen it on him but
something deep inside of me knew exactly what he was asking. He might have been drunk, and so was I
but he was still asking permission. In response I smiled up at him and tightened my grip on his
hips. My hands trailed down his sides as his did the same to me. I felt his move between us and
slide along the top of my thigh, stopping just before his fingers slipped inside of me. His eyes
had never left mine and as my hands rested on his hips he moved forward, sliding his fingers
against me, he sighed and I moaned as his finger slid into me. I knew he was testing but it felt
like he was tormenting. I felt myself gripping his hips, digging my fingers against the flesh. I
knew it would bruise but I was on fire and he didn't seem to understand.

He grinned down at me and removed his fingers, my hand slid around the front of his body and
gripped his length. I couldn't help sliding my hand up and down just once, maybe more than
that. I wanted to feel him and I wanted him to know how he had tormented me. He groaned and I felt
the sound moving through his chest into mine, so I stopped and simply helped him slid into me. As
he slowly did his eyes closed a second before mine and the low, loud moan that rang through the
room was indecipherable as male or female.

This was how I wanted him, inside of me and I was going to show him that, I tightened the
muscles in my lower body and felt him jerk against me. I couldn't help but smile at the look in
his eyes as they shot open. Maybe now he would understand that this need he seemed to be feeling
was more than mutual and that I wanted him to hurry up. He knew what I was saying and pulled from
my body, I couldn't feel the loss since before I knew it he was pushing back against me with a
force and speed that made me want to voice my pleasure to the neighbourhood. He continued to push
into me, pull against me and fill me. I was in heaven but I knew I wouldn't stay there his body
was creating feelings in mine that were familiar but more powerful than I could imagine.

His hands slid along my legs pulling them from around his waist and pushing them back against
me. I know I screamed now; he seemed to be deeper and I still wanted him closer. I pulled at his
back trying to ensure that no atom would be able to pass between us and I moved against him harder,
pushing my body up to met his with all the force I could muster.

I knew I was close and he seemed to be too, when he pulled out again he almost left my body
before suddenly turning and slamming down into me. My world exploded, and I felt his exploding
within me. I never knew anything could feel like this. And I hoped that I would never come down.
But I felt my mind returning and his hands running along my sides while he placed gentle kisses on
my face before capturing my lips seconds after he had my eyes.

With our lips still locked he pulled out of me and I groaned slightly, I didn't want him to
leave. But, then he flipped us over and pulled my body flush against his. He pulled back from the
kiss and he smiled up at me. I felt safe as he snuggled me down against his chest. With his arms
around me I felt sleep claiming me as I felt his breath evening out in his chest. This was where I
wanted to stay, wrapped in his arms; feeling loved.

So I'm in love with my best friend, and I just slept with him. But that's okay because
I'll worry about it when he wakes up and freaks for now I'll be happy sleeping in his arms
and maybe if I'm lucky waking up there.

A response to a couple of the reviews I got for 'Awake'
**SilverFoot** - The sequel was written about half-way through the first. I got inspired.
**Sarmi** - At some stage I will definitely explain the 'Say, Cheese' comment I juts
have to work out the funnest way of doing it.
**Auntie B** - I haven't read 'Hogwarts Too Exposed' at all but I might have to
check it out.
**Jane Doe** - With the proposal I was a bit shocked with it myself. All of a sudden I looked at
what I'd written and there it was but I liked it. Oh and the Rocky Horro reference was
extrememly obsure but whenever I hear the phrase 'Heavy Petting' I think of Brad and
Janet.
Thanks everyone who reviewed.



