Takes place in the Nocturnal universe, during the summer at the Granger residence in Year of the Dog. This will probably be folded into that story at some point.

Midnight Snack

The young lovers had settled in to Hermione's bed, talking quietly and touching one another with no small amount of affection. It was their usual night time ritual, but before she turned out the light, Hermione spoke.

"Remember when we took a shower together?" She murmured.

"I sincerely doubt I could ever forget it." Harry answered with a loving smile.

Hermione shifted her head until her and Harry's noses brushed together.

"Do you remember how nice it was, touching, skin on skin?" She whispered, closing her eyes.

"Yeah." Harry let out a shuddering breath.

"Well, I've been thinking." Hermione stopped, finding that she was suddenly out of breath. She inhaled deeply, noting that these quiet words seemed to use more air than they should. "That there's no reason for me to wear this to bed." She fingered the silk slip, her nails making a light scratching sound. "You've seen me in a bikini before. I can just wear a bra and panties."

Harry felt as though there was nothing but warm ball of lint where his brain used to be. "That makes sense." He whispered.

"Would you like that?" Hermione asked. She knew what she wanted, but she was still unsure if she should do it.

"Yeah. A lot." Harry confirmed.

Hermione suddenly pulled away and sat up, hiking the hem of her slip up to her hips. "You can take it off." She said softly, arching her back slightly and looking down into her boyfriend's green eyes.

Harry rose to his knees and moved behind the lovely witch to take her up on her amazing offer. Hermione gathered her wild hair into one hand and held it so that it wouldn't catch on the slip as it passed over her head. The raven-haired boy reached for the top of the smooth expanse of fabric, but paused as Hermione spoke again.

"Use the straps." She murmured. "Take them off."

Harry did as she'd suggested and looped a finger under each strap, slowly pulling them over her shoulders until the only thing holding the slip up was Hermione's modest bust. He carefully pulled it over her head, making sure his knuckles brushed her shoulders until he ran out of skin and the slip was completely off. He cast the shiny garment aside, and drank in the beauty he'd uncovered.

Hermione had scooted over slightly and was once again supine, with her hair fanned over the pillow beneath her. Her pale body positively gleamed, bathed in the dim, orange light of her bedside lamp.

Unable to help himself, Harry straddled Hermione's waist and lowered himself over her, trying not to rest any weight on her, yet doing his best to eliminate any space between them. He kissed her with urgency, knowing that to do anything else would be an awful waste. His hunger for Hermione's body reminded him of the urge to step outside and inhale deeply during a storm, or the actual hunger and raw need he felt when allowed food after a day of Dursley-mandated starvation. They were strong and base desires that seemed to transcend words, yet he found his desire for Hermione easily surpassed them.

Harry was hungry, and he aimed to dine on the lithe goddess beneath him.

His quest for sustenance began at the corner of Hermione's lips. From there, he trailed kisses beneath her jawline, causing her to throw her head back, exposing the exceedingly soft flesh of her slender neck. Harry kissed and bit lightly at the sinewy muscles beneath the velvety flesh, blowing hot, slow breaths onto the damp skin. He then surprised Hermione with a sudden change in direction, moving up where he licked and lightly sucked her earlobe. "How are you so good at that?" Hermione demanded shakily.

"I learned when you did it to me the other night. You're a good teacher." He whispered. The slightly incoherent witch both heard and felt the rattle of Harry's fiery breath in her ear, the sensation of which made her shudder with delight and arch her back involuntarily.

Harry felt the change in her posture through his right arm, which he'd been using to caress her neck and the shell of her other ear. He drew back slightly between bites and looked down, noticing the enticing, bra-encased flesh straining for the ceiling. He changed course, trailing kisses downward, pausing on the sensitive spot directly below her ear, drawing audible cries of pleasure, ultimately arriving at her collarbone. He moved lower, tracing a path along the inside of the bra strap, down, down, and along the lacy stuff at the top of the cup.

Hermione knew this journey had a logical progression. On the one hand, removing the obstacle from Harry's path would be the most sexual thing they'd ever done (while fully conscious). On the other hand, it wouldn't really hurt anything, would it? Her mind was made up. She had to feel Harry's lips on her breasts, unimpeded by the silly bra she'd only worn because she knew she'd take the slip off. She sat up and reached behind her back, unhooking the annoyance. Harry reacted with surprise, and before she could lift the bra off of her chest, he placed a hand over hers, his eyes conveying his concern.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"Yes, Harry, I'm sure." She said, leaning in to kiss him roughly before drawing back and removing the bra completely. She now lay before her boyfriend, bare from the waist up. Harry was momentarily entranced – it was the first set of breasts he'd seen in person, and he was not surprised to find that they were beautiful, especially since they were attached to Hermione. "Kiss them, please." She softly entreated.

Harry immediately granted her wish, picking up the trail of kisses where he'd left off, quickly working his way to the dusky pink nub which topped the well-proportioned swell of her breast. He was soon kissing and licking one small areola while gently massaging the other breast with his free hand. He knew that kissing wouldn't make much sense on the nipple itself, so he carefully closed his lips around it and flicked his tongue over the sensitive nub.

Up until that point in Harry's exploration of her breasts, Hermione's eyes had been closed. When he began latched on and began licking, however, her eyes flew open and she clawed at his back, desperately needing to communicate just how wonderful he was making her feel. It was a shame his mouth was occupied, because she wanted very much to kiss him. She settled for stroking his back and whimpering in appreciation.

For some time, Hermione laid back and enjoyed the attention Harry was lavishing on her body. However, after a few minutes of breathy sighs and staring at the ceiling, Harry's technique took a giant leap forward and she went quite cross-eyed. He'd begun sucking her nipple into his mouth – past his teeth, holding it there and applying long, vigorous strokes with his tongue. The sensation was too much – she knew it wouldn't bring her satisfaction, and it was just too intense to enjoy at length. She gently took Harry's face in her hands and pulled him away, taking advantage of his confusion to flip him onto his back and straddle his hips, placing her damp arousal over Harry's boxer-clad erection.

Hermione knew she was very close to losing the will to restrain herself, but at the same time, she absolutely had to have just a bit more of Harry. She was teetering on the edge of control, but the immense pleasure she was experiencing convinced her that the edge would be a safe place to dance for a time – just a little while longer.

The kinky-haired witch leaned down to kiss her green-eyed wizard, allowing her breasts to brush against his chest as she slowly rocked her hips over his cock. It felt amazing for both parties – both had their eyes closed, relishing the joyous sensations from the point of friction between them. Hermione shimmied up Harry's body slightly, positioning the tip of Harry's manhood just so, then rested her weight on him again, rocking more vigorously than before, frantically kissing and clawing at his face and neck. Harry, for his part, was also enjoying himself. He'd actually enjoyed their previous position more – just an inch or two lower made a world of difference for him, but if Hermione liked this more, he was fine with it. He grabbed her panty-clad arse in one hand, squeezing the pliable, velvety cheek with abandon. With the other hand, he massaged one of her breasts, stopping now and then to fondle her nipple.

Hermione paused in her quest for dominance in the kiss to issue a command. "Pinch it, Harry. It's alright."

Harry did as he was told, pinching and pulling gently at the nipple he'd been fondling. Hermione's response was very positive. She mewled into his mouth and ground herself more ferociously against him. She pulled away from the kiss, just a fraction of an inch. "Oh please don't stop, Harry. So close. Love you so much."

"Love you too, Mione." Harry dropped the hand that had been massaging her breast and moved it to her arse, enabling him to meet Hermione's thrusts more vigorously.

Hermione moaned and bit into Harry's shoulder – it was something she'd done lightly before, but now the force was intense enough to leave a deep bite mark, which he didn't mind at all. The slight pain of the bite compelled Harry to deliver an especially hard thrust into Hermione's cotton-covered sex, grabbing her arse roughly, sending her over the edge. With a series of keening whines and moans, she came, biting into Harry's shoulder and clamping her legs over him, trapping him as she rode out her orgasm. For a few minutes afterward, the young lovers caught their breath, kissing passionately, but without their previous urgency, feeling one another's wild heartbeats gradually slow to normal.

Harry sat up, cradling Hermione's back as she rose, still on top of him, to a sitting position. He gently placed a hand under her legs and maneuvered her onto her side so that they could spoon.

"You're amazing, Harry." Hermione let out a shuddering sigh as the warmth of Harry's smooth skin penetrated her back. "You know we can never break up, right?" Harry could hear the smile in her voice.

"Why would we do that?" He chuckled, dragging his fingernails lightly across her stomach, making the muscles beneath flutter.

"Exactly." She answered.

I don't always know what needs to happen next in my stories, but I knew that THIS needed to happen at some point, and I needed to write it right NOW.