Lights by Professor Granger

Rating: NC17
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 4
Published: 11/12/2002
Last Updated: 11/12/2002
Status: Completed

A proposal under the stars.




1. Lights
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*Disclaimer:* *I don’t own Harry Potter, Hogwarts, or anything else associated with the
two. It all belongs to a genius named JK Rowling.*

**Warning:** *This is NC-17. That means sex. If you are uncomfortable with the idea, then
press the back button, and find something else to read.* *J*

*Author’s Note:* *this cookie is dedicated to NAPPA, who gave me the smut bunny in the
first place, and requested that I write it. I hope you all enjoy it!*

Lights

It was a beautiful night at Hogwarts, almost too good to be true. The stars stood out in clear
relief from the deep, velvety blue of the sky. There wasn’t a single cloud in the sky, and the moon
was so bright that the grounds almost looked like they were under full sunlight. For the seventh
years, curfew had been lifted since it was their last night in the castle. Most of the students had
taken the opportunity to hole themselves up in various parts of the castle to snog, but a few had
taken to the grounds.

A moonlight Quidditch game had begun, with mixed teams from all of the houses, and even a few
professors joined in (Madam Hooch, Professor McGonagall, and to everyone’s surprise, Professor
Dumbledore, who turned out to be a fantastic keeper). The one person that everyone expected to be
on the pitch wasn’t. Harry Potter was walking around the lake, fingering something in one of his
pockets with one hand, and holding the hand of his girlfriend with the other.

They had detached themselves from the rest of their class and walked towards the lake in order
to gain some privacy that wasn’t a broom closet. When they reached the grassy area below the lake,
Harry sat down and pulled Hermione down next to him. They sat in silence for a while before Harry
lay down to stare up at the night sky.

It was something that he had never gotten to do at the Dursley’s, and there he never even had a
window, since he had been locked in the cupboard for most of his life. At Hogwarts, the curfew and
all of his adventures had stopped him from doing it. As soon as he was fully on his back, he
sighed.

“What is it, Harry?” Hermione asked.

“This is the first time I have ever done this,” he replied honestly.

“Done what?”

“Star gazed. The Dursleys locked me in a cupboard when I was little, and there was always a
curfew or scheme or mystery to think about here. I just never had the chance.” He looked over at
her, “I’m glad that you’re here to share it with me.”

He rolled over and gently kissed her on the lips. She leaned into his body, and he wrapped his
arms around her waist. Harry sighed again, this time with contentment. They sat wrapped in each
other’s arms for a few hours, only moving when the moon set, and they were plunged into
darkness.

Harry kissed Hermione once more before sitting up and pulling her up with him. When they were
standing, he used a charm that he had written to create a light spectacle around them. It looked
like they were swimming in a pool of fireworks. He reached into his pocket to remove the almost
forgotten item from his pocket. Slowly, he lowered himself onto one knee, and grasped her
hands.

“Seven years ago, a girl wandered into my compartment looking for a lost toad and demonstrating
the spells she had learned on her own. Two months later she became my friend. Over the next few
years, she stuck with me through thick and thin, whether it was a potions final, a fight, or a
battle against Lord Voldemort. Somewhere along the line, that girl became a beautiful woman. I
looked into her eyes and knew that I was in love, that I always had been.

“Hermione, our years at Hogwarts are over. The perpetual battle with Voldemort is over, and the
future is uncertain. The only thing I know is that I want you beside me when it happens. I want
your face to be the first thing I see every morning, and the last thing I see every night.

“Hermione Granger, Will you marry me?” Harry opened the small box that he had been holding to
reveal a ring.

Without a word, Hermione slid the ring onto her finger and knelt next to him, kissing him.
Within seconds, they were back on the ground, locked in a passionate kiss, cloaks forgotten
nearby.

Slowly, Harry reached to her waist and pulled her sweater over her head, her hair spread out
behind her on the grass. Her tie quickly followed, and Harry bent down for another kiss. It was
broken for a second while Hermione tugged his sweater and tie off. When their lips met again it was
more passionate. They stayed locked in their kiss as they were freed from the constraints of their
shirts.

Harry ran a finger over her soft stomach, letting it trail up between her breasts to her mouth.
He ran his hand across her back, and unhooked her bra, leaving the soft mounds exposed to the night
air. She moaned as he ran his hands over her bare skin and breasts.

He felt his pants become too tight as his erection grew, but Hermione took no notice of his
discomfort as she continued to kiss him and grind her hips against him. After about 10 minutes of
the torture, she reached down and unbuttoned his trousers, freeing his erection from the fabric. He
shivered as she lightly caressed the head, and leaned down to kiss her again.

While they were locked in their embrace, Hermione shoved Harry’s pants down around his ankles
and he kicked them off along with his shoes and socks. She rolled them over so that she was on top,
and sat up, straddling his hips. He reached up and massaged her bare breasts for a minute before
reaching her waist and unclipping her belt and skirt.

When all of her clothing had been discarded, he flipped her over onto her back again and just
looked at her. Her paleness of her skin was accentuated by the twinkling lights all around them,
and the sparkles danced in her hair and eyes, making it look like they were made of icy fire.

“You’re beautiful. Have I told you that recently?” He whispered.

“Yes, you tell me that everyday.” She cut of any further words with a deep, bruising kiss.

After another several minutes, Harry broke it off, and kissed, nibbled and sucked his way down
to her breasts. He licked a circle around one of the nipples and blew lightly on it before leaning
in and nipping it. It caused Hermione to arch her back and moan in pleasure. He sucked lightly on
it before moving to the other and repeating the same performance.

“Harry!” Hermione gasped. She had never felt anything equal to this. His only response was made
with his hands. He let his finger trail down between her breasts, over her stomach and between her
legs, where he found his final resting place. She opened her legs to accommodate his fingers, and
rocked her hips to feel more of his light touch.

However, she found that she was unable to move. His weight was holding her down and preventing
her from making the satisfying movement. It was torture, and she growled in frustration. Finally
she wrenched herself free of his grasp and wrestled him to the ground, again straddling his hips.
She pinned down his arms and preceded to hive him the same treatment he had given her. She lightly
kissed her way down his neck, sucking slightly at his collarbone, leaving a mark. She let her
tongue trail down to his nipples, and nipped at the small buds before continuing her way down.

She reached his navel and dipped her tongue in quickly, but had to release his arms before she
could continue. He only wiped his hair out of his eyes and left his hands at his sides.

Hermione finally reached her target, but instead of taking his arousal into her mouth, she moved
down, nibbling on his sack and inner thighs. It was his turn to moan and arch his back, which he
did followed by a growl.

Finally, Hermione took pity on him and licked the head of his erection, tasting the salty liquid
that had begun to pool at the top. He growled again and tangled his fingers in her disheveled, wavy
hair, forcing her head down; she didn’t try to resist.

Before he could reach a climax, she lifted off him, leaving his erection stiff and quivering,
silhouetted in the paling, twinkling lights.

A millisecond later, he pounced, once again rolling on top of her. He leaned down for a kiss as
she spread her legs and wrapped the m around his hips to allow him better access to her most
intimate and personal space.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Of course,” she replied in a husky whisper, “I’ve never been so sure of anything in my
life.”

Slowly, he pushed forward, meeting little resistance from her. He went slowly, allowing her to
adjust to the intrusion as it happened. Once he was fully inside her, she purred in pleasure. It
was the most wonderful sense of completeness; she had never felt anything like it before. Gently,
she kissed his swollen lips.

“Harry…” she managed to whisper, “move. I want to feel you.”

In response, he said nothing, just complied with her wish. It was the most unique sensation he
had ever felt, and his lips landed on his fiancée’s lips in a bruising kiss. Slowly, as they both
got used to the sensation, the tempo picked up. Hermione began to rock her hips in time with his,
the tempo increasing tenfold. Their lips never left each other, determined to fuse their two bodies
and souls into one.

“ ‘Mione!” Harry gasped as his entire body stiffened. Half a second later he pushed himself as
far into her as he could go and released. The feeling of his throbbing arousal was too much for
Hermione, and she reached her climax. Her entire body clenched, focused on the singular sensation
between her legs. Harry collapsed on top of her, and they rolled onto their sides, still
connected.

Hermione stretched her neck and kissed his forehead softly, right on the famous scar. He
shivered gently at her touch.

“I love you, my Hermione,” he whispered in her ear, his eyes still closed.

“I love you too, you will always be my Harry,” she whispered as the last of the twinkling lights
faded and went out, plunging them into darkness together.
Le Fin
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As I said before, this cookie is dedicated to NAPPA, and if you have any complaints about the
delay in my other fic, blame him, not me!

Cheers!

~*~Professor Granger~*~



