More Than Friends
Ch. 10 At Long Last
Hermione couldn't believe it. Not long ago had she remembered being filled with anger, disappointment, and hurt. But now…oh man…she didn't know how to describe what she was feeling. Happiness? Joy? Dare she say…arousal?
Harry was shocked. Beyond shocked. All this time…she could have been his. His. Just saying she was his left quite a wonderful sensation on his tongue. Nothing, of course, compared to the sensations she was running through the very pulse of his veins at the moment.
"Hermione. My 'Mione." Hermione's train of thought as to how to handle her current situation flew out the window as Harry whispered her name into her ear, following with light kisses down her neck. She swiped her hair gently back and tilted her head to one side giving Harry better access. Harry's hand soon found its way to Hermione's knee, and Hermione felt as if a bolt of lightning had raced its way through her, head to toe. Harry felt her shiver, and thought it was due to the night growing colder, but let it slip. His hand began moving its way up her thigh and when his fingers touched the band of her knickers, he felt her shiver even more than before. "Are you cold, 'Mione?"
Hermione couldn't believe his obliviousness, but at the same time found it endearing. She smiled up at him, and gave him a shy smile. "No, Harry." She took his other hand which had been resting on her lower back and placed it on her breast.
Oh. My. God.
Harry looked her in the eyes and somehow understood. He picked her up off the couch and began carrying her to his dorm. Being as light and petite as she was, it was hardly a chore, and upon entering the room, he gently laid her on his bed. She neatly removed her shoes and socks, and Harry followed, tossing them aside. He then lay down next to her, and placed his hand tightly around her waist as she snaked her hands upon his chest. Then they kissed. This kiss, though, was different. It was nothing like the sweet, tentative kisses they had shared just moments ago in the common room. No, this was fiery, and passionate, and filled with long repressed feelings that finally wanted out. Harry moved atop Hermione, and with a slick movement moved one hand back to its earlier position under her skirt. He pulled away from the kiss, searching Hermione's reaction. Instead, he felt himself react rather eagerly to the sight he beheld. Her lips were full and red from kissing and slightly parted, her cheeks slightly blushing, her eyes closed, and her skin glowing from the dim light. She was panting, chest quickly rising and falling, and her hair was sprawled messily across his pillow. He thought it was the damn sexiest thing he had ever seen. She opened her eyes, and Harry searched them for any sign of what was going through her mind, but to no avail. Her eyes were dark, and clouded, and her pupils dilated. A look of desire.
"Are you sure about this, 'Mione?"
She loved when he called her that, and gave him a reassuring smile.
"Yes, Harry. I'm sure."
She pulled him back down for another kiss. She slightly pulled away and purred into his lips. "I want you, Harry. I need you. Only you."
That was enough to send him over the edge, and he kissed her passionately once again. It soon became quite clear to Hermione that he wanted her just as badly, thanks to the growing protrusion that was now straining against Harry's pants and jutting into her thigh. It was only when she slightly bucked her hips that Harry remembered he still had his hand on her upper thigh. He quickly moved the fabric aside, and stroked her. Hermione pulled away from the kiss, and bit down on her lower lip. Harry gazed upon her with lidded eyelids.
"Please, Harry." Hermione whispered so quietly and sounded as if she were pleading.
Harry then inserted a finger into her heat, and was amazed at how tight and wet she was. He then heard a strangled moan from Hermione, and inserted another finger and began pumping her.
"Ohhhh…" She couldn't help it anymore, and grasped the bedsheets.
It was now Harry whose eyes turned dark with desire, and pulled his hand away, resumed kissing her, and moved his way across her flat belly to her shirt buttons. He undid each one, placing a kiss each time upon the newly exposed flesh. He pulled her up so she was sitting, and brushed back her shirt. He wasn't met with any red lace or anything like that, no. Instead, she was wearing a silky cream bra against which her breasts were straining. It wasn't the raciest thing, but somehow it fit Hermione perfectly. He kissed her again, and both fell back upon the bed, this time with Hermione on top. She didn't want to steal all of the spotlight here.
Hermione began unbuttoning his shirt as well. Where had both their robes gone to? Harry helped and pulled his shirt away, revealing slightly pale skin and a well defined chest. Now Harry wasn't body builder buff, but his defined muscles and hard abs created a lean look that Hermione thought made him the sexiest damn thing. She ran her fingers lightly across his chest, and Harry closed his eyes. Any more of that and she's going to set my body on fire! He opened his eyes, and was greeted by a rather mischievous looking Hermione. She winked at him, and moved her hands down to his pant zipper, undoing it, Harry thought, rather torturously slow.
"You little witch."
Hermione let out a small, sultry laugh. "That's me. Now it's your turn for some fun."
And before Harry could comprehend anything, she turned him over so he was on top, grabbed him, and began stroking him through his boxers. Harry moaned, and buried his head in the crook of her neck. "Please. Please 'Mione." He then felt her smile. That little minx.
"Please what, Harry?"
"Please…"
"What, touch you? Like this?" Then Hermione pulled down his boxers as well, flipped him over again so she was on top, and stroked him, skin on skin.
Harry groaned. "Yes." He swallowed. "Yes.."
Hermione then kissed him, and brought her hands up onto his shoulders while his wrapped around her waist, pulling her in as close as possible. He rubbed her back and once he found her bra clasp, he undid it, flipped her over again, and ripped the clothing away. Hermione gasped at his adept movements.
"You know, this isn't fair. Here I am, totally vulnerable, and you've still got half your clothes on." He smirked at her, and she raised an eyebrow.
"Well then, everyone knows I'm all for fairness and equality. Let's rectify that then, shall we?"
"Genius idea, 'Mione. As always."
Hermione sat up, pulled her skirt down, and just as she was about to pull down her knickers, Harry stopped her.
"Ah ah ah, dear. Let me take care of that." He laid her back down, and slowly pulled the fabric away. Payback time..
"Harry, please…" Hermione closed her eyes tight and dug her nails into the bed.
Harry pulled them completely off, then came back up to her lips and kissed her. He loved the feel of her bare breast against his chest, and her smooth legs tangling with his.
Hermione broke the kiss. "Harry…"
"Shhhh.." He kissed her forehead.
Harry positioned himself outside her entrance. "Are you sure?"
Hermione placed a hand on his cheek. "Harry, I was sure the moment we entered this room. I trust you."
Harry nodded, and began moving himself into her. She winced, and Harry abruptly stopped. "I'm so sorry, 'Mione. I never meant to hurt you, I just—"
Hermione placed a finger on his lips. "Less talk. More action."
"But, you're sure you're okay?"
Hermione found his concern for her so heartwarming. "Yes, Harry. I'm sure," she reassured once again.
Harry nodded, and moved into her completely. The two then started moving together, and son found a good rhythm.
"Harry…Harry…Ohhh."
"Hermione. 'Mione…"
Harry thought he was going to explode from this new sensation. Hermione too felt like she would burst from the feelings of pleasure pulsing through her. Once they climaxed together, they collapsed onto the bed, and snuggled into one another.
The two stayed that way for a good while, just content to be with each other. They were lying on their sides facing each other. Harry was stroking Hermione's arm, and she was playing with his slightly damp hair.
No other words were passed between the two that night. They comfortably fell asleep in each other's arms knowing that no matter what, they would always have one another.
The next morning when Harry and Hermione entered the Great Hall for breakfast, everything was the same. Except for one thing. They were holding hands. When they reached Ron, he beamed up at his two friends.
"It's about time. It's about bloody time."