A Thrilling Affair by gti88

Rating: NC17
Genres: Drama, Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 6
Published: 15/07/2008
Last Updated: 15/08/2008
Status: Completed

…the waves of pleasure came over me, each stronger than the last…my mind rushed, as the thoughts
became an incoherent blur, and I was carried off into another world entirely…one of blissful
perfection, where it was only me, and nothing else…




1. Chapter I
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**A/N: This is a smutfic, issued in response to a****n exclusive** **challenge by one
Kara, and i****n two words, here's what it is: raw sex** **and** **I will take you for
a ride along with the characters..****.****so, let's fuck. :D**

**Written in** **first person from** **Hermione's point of view****…something I
have not done before** **in a smutfic****.**

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**A Thrilling Affair**

**Chapter I**

The beautiful July afternoon had a certain timelessness about it - the sound of the ocean waves
crashing softly ashore, the sun beginning to fall ever closer towards the watery abyss, and the
wind that rustled through the leaves, all made for the peaceful serenity that filled me.

Turning my eyes back to the screen, I scrolled down the page. Aside from the peaceful serenity,
however, there was another, stronger feeling of anticipation growing within. The reason for that
had taken the opportunity to take a nap in the next room - Harry had graciously agreed to stay the
summer with me to escape spending a final summer with the Dursleys. Truth be told, I was very
pleased with the outcome, because I wouldn't have to spend the hottest three months of the year
in utter boredom, or anxiety over whether Harry was still alive and kicking in that hellhole his
uncle's family called home…

My eyes travelled over the illustrations on the screen…I didn't mention it to anyone, but my
interests had recently taken on a direction, far divergent from my typical scholarly pursuits…in a
word, sex; or in a few more words, that, and the various methods and pleasures that accompanied
it.

In a completely private transaction during last year, Ginny had supplied me with ah…well, a
vibrator. Not on my request, might I add, but somehow I was convinced to accept the `gift'. She
hadn't been thoroughly specific on what I should do with it, aside from “You'll figure it
out”, and the mysterious smile, which followed that response…

The first part of her recommendation I followed - as usual, finding out about it as much as I
could quickly enlightened me on what I was holding in my hands. I still recall the relief I felt
when I realized the consequences, if word spread around the school of the devices I might have, or
have not, been in possession of…

Then, however, these thoughts started to consume me. Fantasies, if you will, of the perfect boy
- no, man, with whom I could spend a night of unrestrained bliss…again, Ginny's input had been
valuable, when I asked her.

Reaching another page, I read on. *“Sixty-nine…”* Sixty-nine? I stopped and thought about
it, but the number didn't make any sense to me. Did they mean ninety-six? *“Click for an
illustration”.* Well, pictures always helped me before…

Oh. Sixty-nine. Alright, so this is what the website was trying to tell me. My imagination
erupted unchecked once again, picturing something else erupting too…*Hermione! Control yourself,
damn it!*

Control myself? Screw that…my conscience can take a trip for all I care. I'm tired of
controlling myself. Now, back to my fantasy…

*“How to use a vibrator - a quick guide.”* Curious, I followed the link.

The page loaded quickly, but what little patience I had had begun to wear. I also neglected to
mention that the guilty instrument was clutched tightly in my left hand. What was it doing there,
you could ask?

Well, girls have their secrets now too, no?

My eyes scanned the instructions rapidly - and yes, I was quite keen to make a worthwhile use of
the private time I had while Harry dozed on…

*“Press the button at the end of the device”*

Don't tell me that! I was already familiar with how to turn it on and off…

*“Grasp it firmly, and glide it over your thigh to become accustomed to the
sensation.”*

Good idea…I was feeling a tad nervous about what I would experience.

Following the instruction, I curiously allowed the vibrator travel over my inner thigh.
Immediately, the tingling sensation spread over the entirety of my body…involuntarily, I gasped, as
my hand applied slightly more pressure; the sensation grew correspondingly in intensity, and I
progressed slightly higher up…

I thought I was ready for this…

*Take off your clothes…*

Easy…all I was wearing was a bathing suit, nothing more…within seconds, both pieces were on the
floor…

*Lay back on the chair…*

And so I did…*Spread your legs*…*Relax…*

Relax? My heart quickened…I knew what came next!

Almost instinctively, my right hand cupped my breast, and started massaging it of its own
accord…gods, it felt good…the fingers travelled over my nipple, which had grown rather hard by
now…

Slowly, I slid the implement in my left hand towards my center…without turning it on, I let it
glide over the sensitive skin…a delicious craving filled me…I turned it on…

Oh…god…sweet Merlin!

…the waves of pleasure came over me, each stronger than the last…my mind rushed, as the thoughts
became an incoherent blur, and I was carried off into another world entirely…one of blissful
*perfection*, where it was only me, and nothing else…

The knot at the pit of my stomach became more and more intense…I groaned audibly and
involuntarily from the immense satisfaction…my entire body was burning, both my breasts were
piqued, and I flung my head back…

Merlin…incredible…oh my…oh god…I pressed harder…

My hand described a circle…what was…wait…it was entering me…my heart beat in my throat…I
didn't hesitate…

I arched my back as far as I could…this was beyond anything I had experienced…it was heavenly,
amazing on so many levels…

Slowly, I could feel it coming…licking my lips, I savoured their salty taste…the sweat poured
down my body, as I rhythmically pushed the vibrator deeper and deeper…profound moans escaped me, as
the pleasure reached an ever higher pitch…

The hair stuck to my forehead…my eyes was closed and my teeth clenched…I breathed ever quicker,
in tandem with the pace, with which I was satisfying my primal desires…

“Oh! Harry!” the scream issued from me - suddenly, without warning, but I did not care. I wanted
him; I wanted him bad.

My body was shaking all over…the heart beat as fast as it could, and I was excited, hot and
bothered all at once…a plethora of emotion and desire welled up within me, as I removed the
vibrator, and could not hold on anymore…

I came, warm and wet…I thought I had heard Harry in the other room, but I dismissed the notion,
for I was too caught up in my own sexual encounters…

The pleasurable waves did not stop…I twisted around in the chair, clenching my fists and taking
shallow breaths, because that sweet feeling had not gone yet, and I wanted to experience the most
of it…another passionate moan escaped from my lips, and shivers travelled all over me…

Needless to say, my heart still beat furiously…dropping the reason for my passions to the
ground, I took my breasts in both my hands, and started rubbing them vigorously…I found it to be
very arousing, especially when I closed my eyes, and my rampant imagination pictured Harry doing
this to me…

“Harry,” I whispered raggedly, still pressing my hands tightly against my naked breasts…”I want
you…”

I could wait no longer. Opening my eyes, I sat until I could feel a bit of strength returning to
my limbs. Then, finally standing up, I put on my bathing suit again, and turned in the direction of
Harry's room. My previous companion lay forgotten beside the chair, as I had a different
objective now…

There were sounds coming from behind the closed door. Curious, I approached, wondering what on
earth Harry could be up to…again, my imagination thought of the possibilities…that almost turned my
knees to butter once more, and I had to lean against the wall momentarily for support.

Then, without waiting any longer, I opened the door to his room.

“Harry?”

**A/N Nothing like a smutfic to get the creative (and other) juices flowing…don't**
**let go** **quite yet, because** **im dreaming up the next chapter tonight****,**
**will write it tomorrow,** **and in the meanwhile, reviews are welcome. ;)**

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2. Chapter II
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**A/N: Hot? Yeah, I know…****bet I can turn you on with a simple kiss. ;)**

****http://youtube.com/watch?v=Zo52T7uKOJU&feature=related

**Listen as you read…**

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**Chapter II**

I drew in a surprised breath, when my eyes landed on Harry. His name died on my lips, as I
watched him shoot up on the bed from my unexpected entry; our eyes met in the next second, and his
expression turned crimson, as if to say, “This is not what it seems!”

“Harry?” I queried, regaining my composure first, and being more curious than worried. “What are
you doing?”

“Me?” he pointed to himself, and shook his head. “Nothing, absolutely nothing,” came the hasty
dismiss from him.

One aspect of my friendship with Harry was that I could read him as well as a book, even when he
tried to conceal a secret from me. In other words, my womanly charms could stand to serve me well
right about now…

A daring smile curved my lips, as I approached Harry deliberately slowly. The effect was in
plain sight - his eyes were raptly focused on me, and followed my every move.

I sat down on the side of the bed, and fixed him with an intense gaze of my own - it took my
entire willpower to not lose my restraint right there and then. “What were you doing, Harry?” the
words came forth almost flirtatiously.

His green eyes flickered down towards the sheets for a brief moment, and he exhaled, admitting
defeat. “Earlier, when you…” he tried, but stopped midway.

“Yes?” I prompted him patiently, with another knowing smile tugging at the corners of my
mouth.

“I heard you call my name,” he explained, the red not disappearing from his face. “I - I
don't know what came over me, but it was…” he gestured in another effort to communicate what he
meant. I understood already, but a part of me enjoyed seeing him struggle…

“Exciting,” he finished with conviction. “It was exciting. I can only imagine what you were
doing in there…”

“Perhaps,” I bit my lower lip, still smiling, “I still want you, Harry,” coming right up to his
ear, I whispered those words into it.

Maybe he did not realize exactly how little effort it would take to set me off once more upon
that journey of unrequited bliss I was after. “Believe me, `Mione, I know,” he drew me in by
grasping by the upper arms, and made me look right into his eyes as he said this. *Oh, those
eyes…*

*Hermione!* My mind snapped me, and I was quick to regain my focus.

“You alright?” an ever so slight smile played on his own lips, as he spoke.

“Yes, yes,” I reassured him quickly - then it occurred to me I had stared at him for a few
seconds longer…enough for him to pick up on what was going on inside of me this very moment…

“You want to go for a walk?” he offered after a minute's silence.

It took me another few seconds to comprehend what he was asking. “I would love to!”

“Excellent,” he grinned, just in the way that made me lose my mind, “I'll see you out front
in a few minutes.”

I nearly tripped over the carpet, as I exited the room walking backwards, “In a few minutes,
definitely!”

What was it about him! When had I fallen so…so hard, irreversibly, for Harry?! Only a week ago I
thought he and I were nothing more than good friends, albeit one of them having less than innocent
thoughts about the other…

Really, all I needed to take were my sunglasses, so my detour wasn't a long one. Still, I
was surprised to see Harry when I came outside, standing at the bottom of the stairs, dressed in a
pair of Bermudas and a shirt that seemed to be unbuttoned all the way down. His hands were in his
pockets, and he looked thoughtfully out at the vastness of the ocean.

“Harry?” I called him, while descending down the stairs.

He turned to me. “'Mione…ready?”

“Mhhm,” I nodded, and took his outstretched hand in mine.

“Come on then,” and he pulled me from the last step - I jumped and nearly ran into him.

“Harry!”

“Yes?”

“Argh!” I insisted on expressing my frustration, but it only lasted so long…

He didn't release my hand, but squeezed it ever so slightly more. “Hermione?” his voice was
slightly uncertain, almost distant.

We walked along the waterline, and my feet sunk in the soft sand; the coming waves washed over
them, while the breeze caught my hair and played with it…

“Yeah?” I turned my eyes to him, feeling rather nervous inside. Honestly, Harry had never even
held my hand so casually, so…readily before. Half my mind was preoccupied with comprehending that
mere fact alone…

“I wanted to ask you,” his hand applied a little more pressure to my own, “About us.”

The ocean whispered in my ears. *Tell him…tell him…tell him…*

“What's on your mind?” I tried my best to keep my voice level.

He took a deep breath, and turned his eyes away towards the horizon. “You.”

“Me?” I was determined to press him until I knew what was bothering him.

“Look at me,” he said suddenly. I could see the determination on his face; it seemed as if this
had been welling up within him for a while…

Big mistake, I would tell myself later. Harry's green eyes were my weakness; my very, very
serious weakness, just to be a little more clear. He took off his glasses, and slipped them in his
pocket.

The salty smell of the air did not help matters the slightest. Coupled with the intoxicating
whisper of the ocean, it gripped me quickly and suddenly…

I could feel the powerful connection right there and then…words were useless.

Harry slowly leaned forward. His lids were half closed, and mine began to fall of their own
accord as well…

My thoughts were effectively extinguished…for the consecutive time, my heart hastened its pace,
and my breath hitched in my throat…my lips parted ever so slightly in anticipation…

His hands had snaked around me, and pulled me closer…I do not know when it happened, but I did
not protest…my hands came up and rested on his chest…

The wind also whispered sweet nothings as my lips came closer to his…a second seemed an
eternity, before they made contact…

Merlin…the slightest touch sent thunderbolts through me…releasing myself to the pleasure, I let
it consume me…my lips moved with his in unison, ever more intensely and passionately…

Slowly, we parted…

He looked at me once again, his expression unreadable…as it happened, I was entirely robbed of
the ability of speech…

“'Mione,” he rasped at last, not taking those eyes off me… “I love you.”

Shivers were travelling through me, making my entire body shake with anticipation. I could
barely hold myself on my feet from the unchecked rise of emotion that erupted within, upon hearing
those coveted three words…

“Answer me, Hermione,” he pleaded quietly, putting a hand on my chin and fixing me even more
strongly.

“I - I…” my mouth was trembling uncontrollably.

*Damn it, Hermione, say it!*

“Merlin, I love you too!” it came out very hurried, but I didn't care, because with a bout
of strength that came mysteriously, I jumped, and kissed him once more!

I almost knocked him over…it was fortunate that such an amazing Seeker had a stable footing…

My cheeks were flushed, and I could imagine my eyes shining, when we parted again…why was I
feeling so giddy all of the sudden?!

“Harry?” I ventured.

“Hmm?” came the dazed response from him…I was certain he felt as confused as I did right
now…were we still friends? Something more perhaps? For once, I'm willing to admit…I don't
know!

“You want to go for a swim in my pool?” *Hermione, when did you become so flirtatious!*

He smiled mischievously, and hugged me tighter. “Why, yes.”

**

Harry hadn't needed much to enter the pool - he only took off his shirt, and agreed to wait
for me, while I made my `special preparations'…

What did those preparations involve? Well…another bathing suit, that if my parents saw, would
also mean my last day alive upon this earth…rather lacy, and not covering much of anything, I might
have as well gone in the nude, but after all, the intent was on creating the proper atmosphere…my
breasts were plainly visible, for all intents and purposes…I recently found using my hands on them
could have very arousing effects…

*Banish the thought!*

Stupid conscience…this time I effectively ignored it.

In addition to the bathing suit, there was a pair of heeled shoes I thought would compliment
my…not much of an outfit…

Ebony black, they had leather straps, and a heel that was quite high, so as to make walking a
near insurmountable challenge…nearly, I said, because I had mastered the art a long time ago…

What was I doing? All of this, it was so uncustomary for my character…yet, a part of me loved
it, wanted to keep doing it…and I permitted it to…I felt it might change my personality entirely,
for the better…nothing to do, but go along with it and see…

I walked out of the patio door. Harry had closed his eyes, and laid against the wall of the
pool, his hands outstretched on the side, evidently enjoying the cool evening and the comforting
hum of the waves that carried over with the wind…

“Hey,” I said to attract his attention, making a show of my special shoes…I was hoping they
would make an impression…as it happened, my expectations were not dampened.

Harry opened his eyes lazily, but very quickly, they became far and wide. “Hermione!” The shock
caused him to lose his balance, and sent him underwater. A second later, he resurfaced, and rubbing
the water away from his face, he goggled at me again, just to ensure I wasn't a mirage…

“Hermione,” he mumbled again, at a loss for words.

Purposefully, I only grinned, and dived in the cool water. Seconds later, my body gracefully
broke through the top.

“A penny for your thoughts?” I teased Harry - he had managed to turn me speechless on more than
one occasion, so now it was time to return the favour…

“Uh…well…” his eyes travelled up and down my figure, and that was proof enough for me that the
thoughts Harry had at present, were quite non-existent…

“You know you can have me, Harry,” I went on, as casually as I could; he nearly lost his footing
again.

“What!” came the surprised exclamation, as his brain registered my words…

I retreated to the other end of the pool. “I mean exactly what I said, Harry.”

He remained motionless for a few moments, focusing on me intently. Finally, something clicked in
his mind, and the suave expression that defined him earlier, returned with a surprising rapidity.
Sometimes I wonder whether he was purposefully acting clueless…

Harry swam over to me in about three strokes. Why was I growing so nervous again?!

Watching the water drip from his hairline, down his nose, and back into the pool…Merlin, what
was wrong with me!

The sun had sunk almost entirely beneath the horizon now…only the orange-red fiery paints that
graced the beauty of the sunset remained…I distantly made note of the fact that he had effectively
cornered me once again…why was I so drawn to Harry's eyes!

Unhesitatingly, his right hand slid up my torso, and cupped my naked breast. I inhaled suddenly,
and focused on him raptly…

Oh god…I had imagined this moment only some hours ago this moment…I could feel myself losing
control, slowly, but assuredly…

“I want you too, Hermione,” he whispered raggedly into my ear, squeezing my breast slightly
harder…

“Inside…shower…now…” I barely managed…

Harry pushed himself back, and I pulled myself up, before heading into the house…behind me, I
heard another splash of water, as Harry rose out of the pool as well…

Oh, Merlin…

**A/N Alright then…final chapter coming up…and I guarantee you, you will be just as…excited as
the characters…**

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3. Chapter III
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**A/N:** **Guys, take notes. Ladies, feel free to go wild. ;)** **Just let the magic
happen…**

**On another curious note, "Invitation-only KiwiMelon15 Challenge"****, is the
name of the challenge** **this story is** **in response to.** **I was asked to include**
**this** **in the header.**

****http://youtube.com/watch?v=oQx6fkr9U1Y&feature=related
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**Chapter III**

I stood in front of the mirror, leaning onto the sink, and looking intently into my reflection.
The mere thought of Harry and I, engaging in something that neither of us had done before…and in my
shower, nonetheless!

Now, what I had imagined doing in this shower before, well, that is an entirely different
matter. My long suppressed feminine side had offered me occasional glimpses of what my imagination
portrayed happening there between me and Harry, but until now, it had not been so vivid and real,
only moments away…

With trembling hands, I slipped off the top of my bathing suit, and placed it on the counter
beside me. My mind was racing, and the anticipation alone made me hurried and unfocused. The
bikinis were quick to follow the upper half of the bathing suit, albeit with the same rashness…for
Merlin's sake, where was Harry!

Since my family's beach house was rather large, the bathroom had been tailored to reflect
that. A handsome tub filled one corner, but it was not the typical cramped design that was a
trademark of cheap hotel rooms…

Instead, its generous size easily permitted five, or even six people, to sit down comfortably in
a circle within it. Given that the quarters were currently occupied by two souls, room would not be
an issue…not to mention the charms I had placed around the walls of the tub to produce the amazing
effects of a powerful stream of water massaging my body. This had been one of my plans for the
lonely summer I was originally predisposed to take on…but now, that modification held promise of an
even better application…

I blocked off the drain and turned on the hot water tap. Watching the water pour forth and the
steam begin to rise, my unruly mind responded immediately, conjuring up images of me and Harry,
engrossed in that body of water…I swallowed audibly, as the memory of those aforementioned
massaging streams barged its way to the forefront of my recollections…

Incidentally, I neglected to hear the approaching footsteps behind me, as absorbed as I was in
my thoughts. Stretching to turn on the cold water tap, in order to balance out the temperature of
the magically charmed Jacuzzi, I felt a pair of strong arms enclose around my waist…

My senses were brought back to reality, but not in a startling way - instead, rather patiently,
almost lovingly…

“Hi, Mione,” that seductive voice whispered in my ear, as I melted back into the embrace…

Turning my head, I looked up at Harry, and a warm smile stretched my lips. “Hi, there.”

Despite my outward confidence, inside I was a furious sea of emotion…Harry didn't seem to be
able to realize what he could do to me with the simplest of touches…

We met in a soft kiss…barely moving, just parting and reconnecting slowly and deliberately, each
time longer than the last…

“Mmm,” an involuntary moan escaped my throat, and I smiled against his lips…

His response was immediate. Harry kissed the corner of my mouth, and left in favour of my jaw
line…

*Gods, he is good…how does he know me so well! No, Hermione, control yourself…Hermione, no!
Hermione!*

My inner voice faded and disappeared, despite its loud protesting pleas…I had given in entirely
to the pleasure that was Harry…

Just beneath my ear…any sensitive contact, and I could go mad with desire. Unfortunately, Harry
had somehow figured that little detail about me, because he was currently peppering that particular
area with one kiss after another…my head tilted to the left instinctively, as I leaned back
entirely, no longer being able to support myself sufficiently. Needless to say, I felt the
definition that was Harry's upper body against my back, and it only succeeded in fuelling my
craving for…well…primal desires, to put it delicately…

He slowly progressed down my neck, purposefully taking his time…*Harry!* My mind
screamed…

By now, that trail of passion had extended to my shoulder…another involuntary groan escaped
me…why was I so sensitive?!

*Because you're about to be shagged senseless?* Oh, be quiet!

On another note, deliberating with myself was not the mark of someone in full retention of their
mental faculties…

Screw that! Only the present mattered now…

“Harry?” I murmured

“Yes?” he breathed between kisses.

“Let's…let's go into the tub,” I fought to keep my voice even.

“Sure, Hermione?” a very suggestive grin graced his countenance as he looked up to face me, “You
do know it's quite hot in there…”

I didn't reply immediately. Instead, I turned to the window, and felt the sea breeze wash
over me. The night had already set in, and nothing was visible outside, save for the bright moon
and the stars that dotted the heavens…

From the periphery of my vision, I noticed the light dim considerably to that low, romantic
atmosphere that had accompanied so many of my previous fantasies…a ray of moonlight came through
the open window, and I noticed it resting over my breast…I couldn't help, but marvel at the
beauty and calmness of the surroundings…

“You ready?” he whispered in my ear.

That familiar sound of the waves crashing ashore took on a new clarity…at that particular
moment, my love for Harry flared up inside me with a new strength…

“Yes,” I spoke softly, without looking at him.

He released me, and helped me step inside the tub. When the water immersed my feet, I felt
myself immediately relax. Not to say my heart still wasn't beating a mile a minute, but I grew
more comfortable…

I heard him mutter something underneath his breath, but I could not make out what it was. Not
too soon after what Harry said, however, the room was enveloped by a cloud of steam, almost
resembling a sauna…

“Harry?” I questioned purposefully

“Hmm?”

“You naughty bastard.”

Yes, a steamy first time had been one of my more closely guarded…thoughts. I trusted Harry with
my life, but how he had managed to read my mind so well…it surprised me immensely! Not in a bad
way, however…seeing my thoughts become a reality only made me happier and expectant of what would
be next…

I sat down in the tub, careful not to slip and fall, and leaned back against the wall,
submerging my body in the process…I relaxed considerably, and closed my eyes from the pleasures of
that effect, which the warm water produced…with the barest of flicks from my fingers, my charmed
Jacuzzi came to life, as a number of streams suddenly shot forward from nowhere…

Harry was already with one foot inside the tub, when the water suddenly came to life. He looked
at me, slightly amused.

“My little surprise,” I smiled at him.

“I approve,” he nodded, and stepped over with his other foot. Strangely, he was still wearing
his Bermuda shorts from the beach walk earlier, and though I was curious for the reason, I did not
venture to ask…

He lowered himself next to me. “You know, Hermione, I think you're really special to
me.”

“Really?” my curiosity was piqued - I wanted to hear more…

Harry's eyes flickered down, before they focused back on my face. “You are the reason I am
who I am, Hermione. It's highly improbable I would be sitting here, alive, if you weren't
in my life…”

I didn't know why, or how, but hearing Harry speak those words, when he had never even
attempted to say something similar before, made me see him in a slightly different light…not
negative, but positive…the depth of his character, when he chose to reveal it, made me all the more
respectful and dare I say, attracted to him, every time that happened…

“Through the years,” he continued, “you've never left me, or given up on me, despite the
fact that you had the opportunity many times…”

“I would never leave you, Harry,” my reassurance was quick.

He placed a hand on my thigh. *Oh, my my…*

“You've proved to be an amazing friend, Mione, and lately, even more than that…”

*Keep going, Harry…*my expression had turned into a smile from ear to ear. *Was that even
magically possible?*

“So, I think that it's high time I said my thank you's, of which I owe you many…”

*Oh, Harry, you can say thank you any time you want!* That stupid grin had grown even
wider…

“You aren't the only one who owes me,” I managed to say, almost formally. “The reason
I'm doing this, right now, is because of you, Harry. Truth be told, you're my closest
friend…well, everyone else is close to me too, but you hold a special place, Harry…”

“Let me put it this way,” he replied, “I can't imagine a good life without you in it.”

My own response was on the tip of my tongue, but it remained there. Harry shot up, and captured
my lips with his…the consequences of that maneuver caused one of those water streams to end up
right between my legs…

I wondered why I had charmed them to be so powerful…maybe this was my subconscious
motivation…

My head fell back, as I disengaged myself from Harry…just when I was preparing to drown myself
entirely in that feeling, the jet reversed direction, and shot off somewhere else…

“Are you alright?” he asked me, slightly confused from my reaction.

“Yes, yes,” I replied in a hurry, “Nothing to worry about.”

Harry engaged himself in his earlier ministrations. He positioned himself over me, with one leg
on either side of me, and his hands embraced my lower back…all the while, the watery jets glided
over my body in places that made me want to go mad with passion…

The kissing continued. His wet lips resumed their assault on my own, and soon after glided
further down the front of my neck…no, wait…rather, the side, where I was most easily aroused…

*Harry!*

I could not comprehend it! As if he knew ever nook and cranny of my body, he seemed to be aware
of the most intimate information on what made me lose my mind, and what didn't…

Well, truth be told, Harry did know every nook and cranny by now, or he would very soon…

He had progressed to my collarbone by now…meanwhile, he used one hand for support, while the
other glided repeatedly over my leg and side…I had become so sensitive by now, that every touch
left a trail of fire in its wake…despite us being in a tubful of water…

From the low light, and through my own dimmed gaze, I could see the water drip from his hair,
and onto my naked body, before seeing that drop slide down towards my chest, in the same direction
that Harry was headed right now…

Before I knew it, his lips had reached the nipple of my right breast, while his free hand had
captured my left…

Perhaps the most erotic massage I had ever received ensued…Harry's hand continuously pressed
and released, while describing small circles in the process. The waves of pleasure emanated from
that point through my entire being…dare I think it, yesterday's mechanized experience did not
even begin to compare to what was about to happen…

After all, a live partner is much more interesting, in contrast to a single flimsy toy…

His fingers did wonders with my nipple…on the other side, his lips were doing the same, only
infinitely magnified…even if I was wet all over, I still felt sweat bead up on my forehead…

My breath had quickened in pace with my heart…I bit down hard on my lower lip, to withstand the
pressure building up inside me, just from Harry's barest ministrations…

Wait, was that his tongue? Oh no, not the tongue…he was already driving me insane with
craze…

Dear lord…he flicked at my nipple, and I did not have the slightest idea of the new heights that
mere action would accelerate me towards…he was purposeful, deliberately slow, employing both his
lips and tongue in playing with it…closing his lips around, he even pulled a little bit…my, oh my,
I was on the edge of my wits…the moans escaping me one after the other only grew in intensity…

Nor was he finished…judging with the little reason I had left, he was only beginning…briefly, he
looked up at me, an expression of thirsty desire on his face…his eyes were burning, asking me ,
*wanting…*

I met his determined gaze with my unfocused one, and nodded barely…'twas all he needed…

Quickly, the roles of his lips and hand reversed…he straightened up, and I managed a quick
breath, before he descended again…by now, I could see my nipples were hard and alert, beckoning for
more…I entangled my hand in the hair of the back of Harry's head, and pushed it
down…instinctively I arched my back…lower still, my thighs rubbed in one another tightly, and my
feet did the same…

Suddenly, Harry's eyes shot up again, and he pressed himself closer to me…his other hand
came over my exposed breast…then, coming up near me, his face stopped millimeters from mine…

Steamy? Yes! Sexy? Hallelujah! The inexplicable desire to break out into song overcame me, but
thankfully it passed quickly…

“I love you, Hermione,” I felt his hot breath against my ear. “I want to make love to you…”

My thoughts were nothing more than a helpless mess; he had made sure of that - reducing the most
cunning witch of the century to…a melting ball of pleasure, desire and passion…

“Yes, yes…” I breathed indistinctly, turning my head from side to side…by now instinct had taken
a commanding hold of me, guiding every action I responded with…

His right hand descended rapidly down my body, with one destination in mind…

However, it ended up on my thigh once more…

That is, before he proceeded up again…

And slightly in…

His green eyes were still locked on mine…not that I had the power to draw them away…

Two fingers glided over the sensitive skin…

“Oh, Harry…” a moan of infinite pleasure escaped me with his name…

He did not say a word, but only intensified whatever it was he did with those
fingers…inconspicuously, smoothly, and purposefully, he was sliding them further and further
in…

The steam in front of my eyes was nothing more than a blur, mixed in a whirl of dull colour with
the low light…I was approaching seventh heaven with each passing second…

He moved inside me, intentionally applying a slight pressure…it felt maddeningly arousing…sweet,
I daresay…that delicious expectation came over me, more powerful than ever before…

Was it three fingers now? I swear, I wanted to explode…pardon, blow up might describe it
better…or, no, maybe -

*Harry!*

God, oh god, so amazing…my hands instinctively pressed tightly against my breasts, rather,
squeezing them…it was futile resisting the pleasure…

“Hermione?” I barely heard his voice.

“Mmm?” was I just reveling in the enjoyment, or really responding to him, I never quite
placed…

“Will you do the honours?”

I knew exactly what he meant. Putting my hands in use for quite possibly the first time tonight,
I took hold of his waistband on either side, and pulled the Bermudas down…I watched them quickly
bunch around his ankles, and he merely kicked them off…

Harry pressed himself up against me, and that was not without intent…

I could feel it against me…once again, instinctively, I wrapped my legs around Harry, and hugged
him too…I was his…

“Make me yours,” my voice trembled with the excitement…

“Yes, ma'am!” Was it possible he could sound any more seductive!

Harry didn't hesitate…he was slow, careful, but also determined…I could feel it…

The pain did sting me suddenly, and I felt my eyes water, but it was not unbearable…in fact, it
was almost bearable…

My breath quickened again…I could not think straight, let alone at all…Harry, inside me,
felt…amazing, right, heavenly…

He pulled back.

“Again,” I murmured, barely audible…

He obliged…

The second time was not as painful as the first…much more…fulfilling, now that I could focus a
lot less on the residual painful pangs…

Slowly, but surely, Harry settled into a rhythm, each time going in to the full extent of his
ability…I wasn't complaining…speaking of heaven, I was still climbing higher and higher…

That familiar ball of passion in the pit of my stomach only grew stronger and stronger…

“Harry, faster,” another airy response escaped me…I barely managed to say it…my entire body was
relaxed, entirely at his mercy…I had control over absolutely nothing…

Silently, he accepted my request…more frequent and intense, it was simply incredible…words would
fail to describe it…

His hands moved from my waist, and up to my breasts one more time…that amazingly, insanely,
maddeningly arousing massage followed…I was almost starting to hyperventilate…the experience was
that…that…

Oh, Merlin…I could feel I was close to my culmination…my eyes were closed, and I was freely
perspiring…the water splashed around me, but I could still feel the sweat pour down my body…licking
my lips, I tasted the salt…

“I'm…I'm…” the ability to speak was lost to me, and Harry showed no signs of slowing
down…hang on, was he speeding up?

*Magic!*

Yeah, his own…Harry was a powerful wizard, and it showed…

It ended suddenly - Harry drew out completely, and breathing deeply on his own turn, collapsed
against me…

“You…you are amazing,” he looked up at me, wheezing slightly as he said those words…

I didn't hear him…I came full on, right at that instant…the waves of pleasure came one after
the next, each more intense than the last…

Through my netted gaze, I could still see my nipples were as hard as before…my hands tightened
in my center, and I spread my legs apart, wishing it to go on further still…

Harry landed a helping hand, literally…he pushed my hands aside, and rubbed my clit purposefully
slowly, tightly and then, went quicker…

I was mad, crazy with passion…my world was rocked, from its very foundations…

Harry's hand glided up my stomach, and settled over my right breast. Then, he lowered
himself next to me again…

“I love you,” he whispered in my ear, “Be mine, Hermione…”

“Merlin knows it, I love you too,” I replied breathlessly. “Only…”

He gazed at me patiently.

“Only if you'll be mine too,” I finished, with a bit more self control…

He smiled mysteriously, before moving his face over mine to give me a sweet kiss…

“You know I will.”

**A/N Yes, I am incredible. Thank you.** **;p** **Next chapter coming up as soon as I
write it…smut is hard to do, so** **please** **have patience…**

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4. Chapter IV
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**A/N: OK,** **let's get** **horny****…apologies for the late update, but life got
in the way as usual…****however, the next charged chapter is now here****..trying a little
bit of a different style here.** **Enjoy! :D**

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**Chapter IV**

As I stepped out of the bathtub after Harry, my legs were still weak and shaking. The pleasant
tingle that travelled all over me was still present, despite my best efforts to suppress and regain
my bearings…

Harry leaned into me, and purposefully lingered there - the bastard, he knew I was weak when he
did that!

“I'll see you in a little bit,” he said smoothly; it caused images of ice cream and
chocolate to fill my mind.

On the other hand, it gave me an idea. “Definitely,” I replied, and an evil smirk, quite
unexpected for me even, graced my face as I watched Harry retreat in the direction of the living
room.

As for the idea itself, it was rather…sweet, I thought. Literally and figuratively.

Chocolate - another of my well-guarded fantasies; I am rather embarrassed to admit it, but more
often than not, my mind did wander to forbidden passions when I imagined chocolate, a bedroom,
and…

Stop it, Hermione! Focus! I didn't know for what time today I had to admonish myself for
keeping on track…

But then again, the mere thought of Harry drove me off the edge…

Must not forget the whipped cream either…was it me, or did my imagination grow more adventurous
by the second?

I slinked into the kitchen, intent on being as quick as possible in gathering the necessary
equipment…Harry had surprised me and impressed me all at once in the bathroom, and now it was time
to return the favour…

Unwillingly, I bit my lower lip as I rummaged through the refrigerator. My hand still shook when
my fingers closed around the bottle with chocolate syrup…wait, syrup? That word by itself offered
plenty of drippy, sensual opportunities…

*Hermione!*

Sometimes I do hate that voice in the back of my head…

The sound of approaching footsteps behind me reached my ears, and not too soon after, a pair of
strong arms embraced me; I straightened up…after all, what woman in her right mind didn't love
to be hugged that way…

“Alright, love?” he inquired gently.

“Mhhm,” I affirmed, fighting to keep my composure. “I'll meet you in a minute.”

His lips kissed my neck. “I'll be waiting.”

With that, he disengaged himself from me, and walked away in the direction of the bedroom once
again.

Feeling really perky for another unknown reason, I collected the chocolate syrup, together with
the can of whipped cream, and closed the refrigerator door. A wide grin had taken hold of my
expression, as my imagination flared up once again…

Hiding the articles in question behind my back, I finally walked towards my bedroom. Or our
bedroom…that phrase made me smile wider still when I thought about it…

Harry was standing at the window, looking out at the ocean. I could tell he was distant,
thinking about something…

Setting down the chocolate syrup and whipped cream on the bedside table, I calmed my sexual
urges for a moment…

“What's on your mind, Harry?” I approached him quietly.

He remained silent for a moment. “You,” he said, and then turned towards me. “Or more precisely,
how much I actually love you. Truth be told, I'm still grappling with it…”

“Do you think you can show me?” I asked him directly.

Harry leaned into me. “Part two, you mean?”

“You read my mind,” a mischievous smile played on my lips. “You're mine, Potter.”

“I wouldn't be so sure, Hermione,” that husky whisper made me shiver once more…

I saw his eyes flitter over to the bedside table, and then they turned back to me. “I know you,
Mione. After all, chocolate can be…hot…”

No further words were necessary about what he meant to say. I gulped - had I really been so easy
to figure out!

I stood rooted to the spot, watching him circle behind me. The bathrobe I was dressed in
suddenly felt very warm, and an inexplicable desire to just throw it off me suddenly overwhelmed
me…

Harry placed his hands on my shoulders.

“You'll enjoy this,” he told me; so much for me calling the shots this time around…only, I
didn't have the strength, nor the desire to protest…

That slow massage, that only he could administer, which simultaneously relaxed me immensely, and
also drove me mad…the fingers worked nimbly, efficiently, seemingly knowing to go where I wanted
them to…

His hands slid down my back…along with them, another shiver travelled along the length of my
spine…

It escaped me why I was so easily aroused by Harry…but then, I chose to absorb myself in it,
rather than think…

My head dropped back from the pleasant ministrations. “You are amazing,” my lips murmured of
their own accord.

Needless to mention, my self-control had long disappeared.

Harry had reached my waist by now, and from his massage, the bathrobe was more than a little
crumpled…certainly, my cleavage showed much more generously than before…

I grabbed the tops of his hands, and guided them to the knot that was the sole barrier between
him, and me, standing there completely naked…

Together, we untied it, and the strap fell to the floor, heaping around my feet. My eyes
instinctively looked at the floor, while Harry slipped the fabric from my shoulders. Again, I let
it fall…he embraced me from behind…

“Hermione…”

The way he said my name…that alone made me…lose it, to put it mildly…

I turned around to face him…

His hand rested on my waist, while the other embraced my lower back…he pulled me tighter towards
himself…I took a deep breath…

Or rather, it hitched in my throat.

Our lips crashed intensely…I didn't hesitate to take the lead…tongues clashed, battling for
dominance, and for a change, I seemed to be winning…

His hand moved along my lower thigh quite unexpectedly, and raised my leg off the floor. The
inertia took me forward, and I ended up right into Harry…our lips were still locked, but most
unfortunately my victory was short-lived…

He disengaged himself from me for the briefest of seconds - “I'll drive you crazy…” I barely
registered the words, before he had captured me into another mind-blowing kiss…

Not that I had much of a mind left to be blown away, but nevertheless, it was that good…

A minute later, it was my turn to ask him something. Deliberately, I pulled myself back, though
I still relied on Harry to keep my balance.

“You wanna?” I asked suggestively with a grin to match.

“Frisky, are we?” he rejoined.

Precisely the word!

I brought my face right up to his. “If you must know, very much.” My voice sounded almost
demanding…

Well, it was…and Harry seemed to clue in on the hint. He released me, and without much ado,
scooped me up in his arms.

“Ah!” I couldn't hold my surprise when he did that…

The bed was a mere two steps away, and he covered the distance in a half second.

“Are you sure you're ready?”

A thrill went through me. “Yes!”

He didn't reply, but instead, locked his eyes with mine, and placed me gently on the bed;
and after that, took off his shirt. I needn't go on…

Then, he climbed over me…I could feel his hot breath on my cheek.

“You'll never forget this night, Hermione.”

That was the consecutive promise he made that night, but it was redundant! I knew I could
happily service myself on any given day, while thinking about this night…

Deciding to show my enthusiasm once again, I stretched my hands, and pushed Harry's shorts
down. He smiled at me, and catching on much quicker than I expected, the article in question
eventually joined the rest of the clothing on the floor…

Harry plunged down, and started working the familiar track from my neck down with his lips…it
still impressed me how much I enjoyed it, together with the overwhelming desire to melt right there
and then…

His hand glided over my body, lingering slightly longer on my breast, before slipping to the bed
sheets. My eyes were closed, and he continued administering the pleasantries with the lavishing
attention I wanted…nevertheless, I felt him stretch, and the sound of the lamp sliding across the
surface of the bedside cabinet reached my ears - he must have bumped his hand into it
accidentally.

*Hermione!*

Then it dawned on me - chocolate? Whipped cream? Darn it, so that's where I had left them…or
did he put them there? Oh, I don't remember anymore…but that was cruel of him! Taking advantage
of me…

But it was a sweet advantage…Merlin, what is wrong with me!

“Don't think, Mione,” I heard his voice. “Relax…”

Relax! How could I?

“Oh, Harry…” my words were almost slurred from pleasure, and not even all that much was
happening yet…

Not yet, I might say.

“Did you have an idea for the chocolate syrup, Mione?” Harry came up to me once again.

I focused on him as much as I could. “Yes, I did, as a matter of fact…want some?”

Was it me,or did this glint come into his eyes…as if the eyes of a wild predator were looking at
me…

“Now that you mention it,” he replied, “I do…”

My eyes widened at his next question. “Will you be my cake, Hermione?” he smiled. “I could just
eat you up…”

I loved dirty talk. Yes! My book-worm, never-had-a-life self did have a weakness to dirty talk!
Not that I knew about it until two days ago…

“For sure,” I gave my approval, giddy with anticipation.

Before I knew it, the bottle of chocolate syrup was in his hand. Distantly, I thought I usually
enjoyed such a treat on an ice cream cone…my fingers twitched involuntarily…

I saw the dark, dense liquid fall from the bottle, and land on my stomach…it was still cool from
the refrigerator, and the shivers travelled through me, as a syrupy line travelled further and
further up…

Now he was trying to draw something! Really mature, Harry, I thought!

But then he shot me a glance, and that gaze was enough to turn me back into a pile of melting
goo inside.

I only saw a confused mess of criss-crossing lines and curves on my stomach, before my eyes were
distracted by Harry reaching over for the other can…and that one was under pressure…and it was cool
too…why was I suddenly getting aroused at the feeling of a cold trail along my body?

Harry leaned in closer to me…no words were spoken…only that playful grin graced his face…

He shook the can with one hand, while propping himself up with the other…lowering the can nearer
to my, it hovered over my breast…

So that's what Harry meant, when he said cake…the passion suddenly ignited inside me. He
squeezed the trigger, and the white, creamy substance covered my nipple and the better part of my
breast…he repeated the action, just as deliberately, on the other side too…

“You wanted me to show you, right?” he whispered in my ear.

“Uh-huh,” my response could not be any less focused - I was simply gone.

He must have planned this…he pushed himself back, and lowered himself lower to my stomach…his
tongue worked wonders…I felt delicious…literally and figuratively…but then, I had a slightly better
preference for whipped cream over chocolate syrup…

Harry followed the trail he had made, slowly and purposefully…the feelings inside me…incredible,
passionate, simply amazing…

I didn't notice when he had finished, but soon enough, he looked at me. There was chocolate
dripping from the corner of his mouth, but it looked…hot!

So I kissed him! Sweet and passionate…and again, delicious in more ways than one…

We parted...I licked my lips…hmm, rather arousing too…

“Harry,” I said imploringly, fixing him intensely. “I want you…inside me…”

He returned my gaze with the same intensity. “Your wish is my command…”

My command? Finally, I felt in charge…a small triumphant grin came on my face, but I don't
think he noticed…

I did not expect it to be this sudden, or powerful. Harry gave me no warning, whatsoever. One
thrust, and I gasped, nearly crying out loud! He glanced at me with concern, but I nodded hurriedly
to reassure him…

That was the only approval he needed. Plunging back down, he started establishing a slow rhythm,
while supporting himself with one hand, and lavishing attention with his lips to the aforementioned
whipped cream…

Several minutes of bliss followed. I was lost in passion, in desire, in a constant hunger for
more…it felt amazing, incredible…magnificent…

I'm not sure when it happened, but he eventually he withdrew, breathing heavily, whipped
cream all over his mouth, and me, a hot bothered mess of both chocolate syrup, whipped cream, and
soon to be, something else building up in my center much quicker than I could bear to restrain
it…

Harry's eyes were closed too, and his face was concentrated and distant…I could tell he had
reacted to me too, strongly even…he was beside me, one hand draped over my torse, and I saw
something glisten in his fingers…

My eyes snapped over at him, and he looked at me hazily, with another slight smile…quite
evidently, he was still…preoccupied…

Mysteriously finding the strength, however, he placed his eyes at my collarbone, and his fingers
closed around…an ice cube…

Oh my…this would surely send me over the edge…

He trailed it down further and further…the glistening trail of melt water reflected the soft
light…but the cold…the cold was so…oh god, so hot…

At the precise moment that ice cube was gliding over my erect nipple, I came…full on…the
sensations, the intensity of love, passion and desire, all rolled into one…moan after moan of
immense pleasure escaped me…

Several minutes passed, before I could calm down enough to even open my eyes…and they met
Harry's…

He smiled at me, and still shaky, I tangled my fingers in the back of his head, drew him in, and
kissed him.

“Can I be your cake again, sometime?” I asked him coquettishly.

He blinked, and smiled even wider. “You know I love cake.”

**A/N OK, you pervs. :p One final chapter coming up…I'll do my best to write it tomorrow
and upload it, before I leave on vacation for a week…****:D**

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5. Chapter V - Epilogue
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**A/N This story's final bow…the epilogue…**

Chapter V: Epilogue

The cool morning found Harry and me sitting on the deck, with each of us enjoying a customary
cup of coffee. The sun was just above the horizon, and the pink glow of the sky's aura made the
sunrise only so much more beautiful. Cheerful birdsong permeated the air - the melody only made me
smile.

It was the simplicity, peace and beauty of the surroundings that made me love summer mornings so
much. I loved love too, especially when it was sitting right beside me; and that made this morning
more memorable than any I had experienced before.

I took another sip of my coffee, reflecting on the thoughts in my head. After last night, my
mind had thankfully returned, and I was finally able to reason with relative competence…

For once, my heart and my mind agreed on one matter of vital importance - I loved Harry. He was
a part of me, and even at the tender age of sixteen, I could not be more convinced. Both of us had
gone through and seen so much in years past…life had taught me how to appreciate love, life and
friendship, because it had also shown me how easy each of those could be snatched away, and never
be returned.

Even in the blissful retreat that was my summer house, the weight of what lay ahead never really
lessened, regardless of the fact that me and Harry forgot about it for a while…

Voldemort was still at large, as dangerous and unforgiving as before. He was growing stronger by
the day, threatening the security and lives of ordinary folk, as myself and Harry…while he remained
a celebrity, I knew he did not feel as one. What mattered to him was life, loyalty and friendship -
all qualities that I came to appreciate much more within him since the last few days.

He turned his eyes from the horizon, and focused on me. His gaze was distant and
detached…seemingly yearning for something that could not be…without words, I understood him
perfectly. He wanted what we discovered, only, in peace and not in war…

The weight on his shoulders was indeed immense, but I could see a glimmer of hope. Despite the
risk of being killed, torn apart, and made to suffer, I could say that I *knew* our love would
be a constant through everything that could happen in the future…

I watched Harry, as he continued to stare distantly at the horizon, and took another thoughtful
sip of his own coffee. Beneath the sixteen year-old beside myself I could see not a boy, but a man,
whom I loved with my whole heart.

Harry looked at me again, and stretched his hand across the table, to take mine into it, and
gave it a light squeeze, before relaxing his grip, but not releasing it.

It was at that moment that my heart told me - our fates were intertwined, forever.

Forever, for eternity.

Fin.

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