November 1, 1997
Hermione hummed quietly to herself as she made a simple meal of scrambled eggs and sausages. The week before, she and Harry had apparated into muggle London and gone to a chain grocery store, buying enough food for a month. They weren't able to get many perishables but the things they did get, they planned to eat first. Cooling charms worked at keeping the temperature right for the food but if they bought enough for a month at a time, it would spoil. Of course, they hadn't had any muggle money; Hermione hadn't had a chance to get any from Gringotts before they left the wizarding world and there was no way that they were going to go back now. She had taken pebbles from the stream next to the tent and transfigured them into pound notes, doing a fairly passable job. They wouldn't last forever but they would last long enough to buy them food stuffs. She felt terribly guilty about it but Harry had reassured her that once the war was over, they would return and pay for their purchases.
The pair had moved several times since Ron had left; while they had decided that it wasn't feasible to keep watch at night with only the two of them, they did keep on the move more often than they had when Ron was with them. Harry made sure to add the blood runes each and every time that they camped, telling her that it was added protection. She wasn't sure how she felt about him doing blood magic but she supposed that she couldn't fault him if it was keeping them safer.
Right now they were camped in a small forest somewhere in Devon. Hermione remembered seeing a picture of the place when visiting her grandparents. They had vacationed there when they were young. It had been risky apparating somewhere that she hadn't physically been herself but desperate times called for desperate measures. There was nothing in sight, only trees and a river that was a half mile or so to the north.
Harry was currently outside, probably messing with the fire. He had taught her the basics of cooking the day after shopping and showed her a little more each day. This was the first meal that she was cooking completely on her own and she wanted so badly to do it right. It was crazy when she thought about it but she wanted Harry to be proud of her; she wanted him to like her food. She would never be the kind of witch to stay home and keep house and cook meals for her husband but it was nice to know that she could cook a meal if she wanted to.
Therefore, Harry had left, probably because he didn't want to make her nervous. She knew that he had noticed that she was more and more nervous around him these days; she didn't understand it so she doubted that he did either. Hermione just couldn't help that she could no longer deny that she found her best friend in the world unbelievably sexy. She wanted to kiss him and he was going to get back with Ginny.
Sure, she knew that he had told her that they were through but she remembered how they had been together. Even before the incident in Ginny's room at the Burrow, Harry and Ginny had just clicked. He was so happy when he was with her and they couldn't seem to get enough of each other. She had never told them but she had walked in on them during her prefect rounds about a month after they had gotten together. Harry had Ginny laid out on the desk, completely naked, and had his trousers around his ankles. His robes had been discarded and Ginny's legs had been wrapped around his hips, urging him to go faster, harder. She had never forgot the sight of his arse pumping in between her legs and his hand snaking up to squeeze her breast.
It had been an intensely private moment that she later felt extremely guilty for witnessing. However, after hearing Ron tell her that she shouldn't give her heart to Harry because of Ginny, she couldn't help but wonder if he was right. The two of them had been good together and it would probably go back to being just as good if Harry got back with her. Hermione suspected that Ginny was feeling like he was leaving her behind and she wouldn't like that feeling either.
For this reason, Hermione was determined to ignore her growing attraction to her best friend. It had always been there, she had had a crush on him since third year, but it was getting stronger. Since Ron had left, sleeping next to him every night was both heaven and hell. That first sleepy moment in the morning when she would wake up and feel his arms around her, holding her close to his chest, his face buried in her hair, was the best feeling in the world. Then reality would crash back in and she would remember that they weren't together, they weren't a couple, and Harry didn't see her like that. It was rubbing salt in an open wound.
Since she was trying to ignore her growing attraction, she had pulled back from Harry altogether. It was hard to be as close as they had been and want to kiss him at the same time. He still tried to show her affection, he was sweet to her all the time, and he never got angry at her when her research turned up nothing in the way of locations for the horcruxes or the Sword of Gryffindor. He encouraged her and told her not to give up hope even though she was sure that he was losing hope himself.
The tension that was left between them was palpable. She hated it and she hated that she couldn't discuss it with him. There was no way that she could ever tell him how she felt about him. He would feel bad for not returning her feelings and there was every possibility that he might pity her. That was the last thing she would ever want so she was determined to keep the reasons to herself. He had tried to talk to her about the tension twice now but she had just smiled and told him that it was fine. Clearly a lie but she really had no idea what to tell him that he would realistically believe.
The sausages were done and the eggs were light and fluffy. Hermione was sure that she had done everything right and she couldn't help but feel proud of herself. Cooking was one of the few things she had never been interested in learning about when she was young. Strange, considering that she was quite adept at potions. Hermione plated the food and set them on the table, putting the empty pans back in the sink to wash later. She went to the flap of the tent to find that she had been correct. Harry was sitting in front of the fire, stick in hand, clearly lost in thought. She almost hated to disturb him but didn't want his dinner to get cold.
"Harry, dinner is done." He turned her way and flashed her a smile. Her heart stuttered for a moment as he stood, throwing his stick to the ground. He laid his hand on the small of her back and ushered her back in, breathing deeply as he headed them towards the table.
"Smells good, 'Mi," he told her. She took her seat and watched him sit. Hermione gave him a small smile before picking up her fork and digging in.
Her eggs and sausages were tasty, even she could admit that. Harry hadn't said anything but he was eating everything she had piled on his plate. Hermione finished long before Harry did since she gave him three times the amount she gave herself; even though she had lost a little weight since they had starved that first month, she thought she looked better. She had always hated how thick her hips were. Everyone around her always assured her that they were perfect but she could just never see it. Finally, he pushed his plate away and smiled at her.
"It was delicious, Hermione. You did a great job." She could help but to beam at him, even letting some of her old spirit bleed through.
"I had a great teacher," she teased him. Harry stood and picked up her plate, setting it in the sink with his own. He set the washing spell and kissed the top of her head before rubbing her shoulder for a few moments.
"I think I'm going to go back out and watch the fire for just a little while longer. I won't be long; it's getting dark," he told her. She gave him a nod and a smile, unsure if he was now avoiding her. She supposed that she would deserve it if he was.
Hermione turned on the wizarding wireless and smiled when the soft music filled the room. It was relaxing and helped to calm the growing anxiety inside her. She wasn't sure what was wrong with her but she didn't think that she was going to be able to sleep that night if she didn't figure out just what was wrong with her.
The Gryffindor tried to settle on the couch with a book but her eyes kept straying from the text. She wandered around, picking up the little clutter that was left around, putting it back in its place. After Harry's washing spell finished, she put the dishes away and made sure that the kitchen was sparkling clean. She tried to sit and read again only for the same problem as before to occur. However, she was saved from getting up again by Harry coming back in. He didn't exactly smile at her but he gave her a soft look; she tried not to pay attention to something clenching down deep inside of her.
Hermione watched him as he moved about the tent, taking off his cloak and hanging it up, going through his things until he found a pair of pajama pants that were more comfortable than the trousers he was wearing now. He disappeared into the bathroom and returned a few minutes later in the pajama pants, a tee shirt and bare feet.
Hermione didn't think she'd ever seen him look sexier.
Harry glanced up and caught her watching him; she hurriedly looked back down at her book. It seemed that she wasn't to be spared further embarrassment because he walked over and held a hand out to her. She stared at it, confused as to what he wanted from her. He grinned at her, thoroughly enjoying her confusion.
"Dance with me, Hermione," he demanded.
Hermione intended to tell him no. It would be terrible and wonderful at the same time to be held in his arms, close enough to know that he had just brushed his teeth by the smell of his breath. Her body pressed against his and she knew that she had to fight her feelings for him. However, there was something inside her that just wouldn't let her tell him no. She felt compelled to do what he said and she didn't understand it at all. She placed her hand in his and let him pull her to her feet.
It was an upbeat song that was playing; not one that she could sway in his arms to. He started to swing dance with her, sending her to and fro, her hair twirling out around her as his arms caught her around the waist each time he sent her one way or the other. After only a minute, it felt like old times and Hermione laughed. It was her first laugh in days and it felt good. Harry chuckled at her as he dipped her low, brushing her hair against the floor.
He pulled her up and Hermione meant to beg off another song; the one dance had lifted her spirits and she felt calmer. It was strange how at peace she felt. The wireless started another song, a slow one this time, and Harry pulled her against his chest, his hand holding hers loosely and resting it on his chest. His other arm held her snugly against him and she could feel every outline and angle of his body.
He felt like how she imagined heaven looked.
Harry started to sway softly, not really moving much. She rested her head on his chest, knowing that he wasn't going to release her until he was good and ready to. He smelled of bergamot, campfire, and man. It was heady and quite distracting. The fire inside her was getting hotter and she wasn't sure what was wrong with her; she had never felt like this before in her life. The arm that was wrapped around her waist dropped lower, resting low on her hip, just above her arse. Her breath was hitching and she was fighting the urge to rub herself all over him. He pulled her away from him and she could see the lust in his gaze; whatever it was that was happening to her was happening to him as well.
"Are you alright, Hermione?" he asked. She tried to tell him yes. She nodded but she knew that he could tell it was a lie. He released her hand on his chest and brought his thumb up to caress her bottom lip, his finger calloused again the soft plumpness of her lip. Suddenly, the fire inside her flared and there was nothing she could do to control it. Her knees buckled and a frustrated moan escaped her lips. All she wanted was Harry, his hands on her, his lips on her, inside her. He wasn't hers to want but it didn't matter.
Hermione needed him.
Harry caught her easily and pulled her upright, a concerned look on his face. He set her on her feet again and reached up to feel her forehead, clearly checking for a fever. He pulled his hand away and gave her a worried look.
"You're burning up, Hermione," he told her. She didn't know what made her do it but it felt so fucking good when she did.
Hermione reached up and took hold of his hair in both hands, pulling him down so she could crash her mouth against his. It wasn't soft and it wasn't sweet; it was primal and urgent. Harry reached out and grasped her by her upper arms and yanked her back, meeting her eyes. She knew that he was about to reject her so she hurried to speak before he could.
"Please, Harry. I know that I'm just your best friend and I know that I'm not as pretty as Ginny. I need you though. I'm not sure what's happening to me but I need you inside me. I feel like I'm on fire and that I'm going to lose my mind if you turn me away. I'll never ask you for another thing, Harry." Hermione wanted to A.K. herself for how fucking pathetic she sounded but there was literally nothing she could do about it. If Harry didn't help her, she very well may lose her mind. Harry grabbed her hair and gave it a yank, exposing her throat. He buried his face in her throat and he nosed his way to the back of her neck, softly kissing the flesh there. It sent a jolt of pleasure through her that caused her mewl against him, her neediness now apparent. When Harry pulled back, his eyes were just a little different. Still vivid green but commanding somehow. He still hadn't released her hair and she felt vulnerable.
"We're not talking about Ginny right now. Are you sure this is what you want, Hermione? Things are going to change and they won't ever be the same. I know you've been avoiding me because you're scared of that very thing," he questioned her. Hermione knew that he was right, knew that she should tell him no, she wasn't sure, but she truly wasn't capable. She let out a breathy moan and nodded as much as she could with her hair pulled tight.
"Yes, I'm sure. We'll always be friends, Harry, no matter what. We don't have to ever tell Ginny if that's what you want," she promised. He bent down and bit her neck right on her pulse point hard enough to make her gasp in surprise. She couldn't ignore the shot of excitement and pleasure that went through her either. He looked back into her eyes and gave her a stern look.
"First, I told you that we weren't going to talk about Ginny. This is about you and I. Second, if we're doing this like we both want, I'm the one in charge."
Harry didn't give her a second to prepare; he kissed her, this time taking complete control. The hand holding her hair gentled and reached up to cup the back of her head, holding her to him exactly as he wanted. His tongue dominated her mouth, tasting every inch of her and branding her for life. Her knickers were soaking wet and she could feel her arousal running down her thigh; she only hoped that Harry wasn't turned off by it.
Harry waved his wand before throwing it on the couch; Hermione's clothes were gone and she was standing before him completely naked. Her nipples puckered in the cold and she was thankful she had used the shaving spell that morning. As much as she wanted to be embarrassed, Hermione was too needy to care. Harry's hands were stroking the sides of her neck after he released her from his punishing kiss.
"You are a gorgeous woman, Hermione Granger," he told her. She blushed, caught off guard that he would find her attractive at all. She didn't think that she was ugly but by no means did she consider herself gorgeous. He trailed a single finger down the center of her chest and past her navel, ending just above her slit. Her eyes were beginning to tear up; her need of him was growing.
"Please, Harry, take me," she begged. He pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, softer than she had thought him capable of.
"Have you been with a man before, Hermione?" he asked. She shook her head no, not caring that he was probably regretting how unskilled she would be. He grinned ferally at her, lifting her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist. It shoved her breasts under his chin and he bent down to kiss them while he carried her to the bed. He set her down and stripped off his clothes, revealing a perfect body, muscled in all the right places.
Harry settled over her, pressing kiss after kiss to her neck and throat. She buried her hands in his hair when he nipped at her collarbone. One hand found her left breast, his thumb teasing the peak. Her back arched and pressed her mound more fully into his hand, causing him to growl against her flesh.
"Now, now, kitten, I told you that I was in charge," he chastised her. She nodded and moaned again but didn't arch against him. He chuckled against her breast and rewarded her by taking her nipple in his mouth and suckling at it hard. Her hands clenched in his hair and his teeth tugged at her flesh just enough to make her hiss slightly.
"Gods, Harry, that feels so good," she told him. His hand trailed down her belly to find her folds; he slipped one finger in her slit and pressed a soft kiss to her nipple before moving to the next one.
"No hair, Hermione, who would have known that you believed in having a bare pussy?"
His finger was teasing her, gathering moisture with every pass he made over her clit. She hitched her leg up to give him better access but didn't move in any other way. His mouth was still working on her nipple and it was sensation overload when he pushed a finger inside her. She couldn't herself from arching up into his hand, a gasp escaping her lips. He groaned around her nipple before releasing it.
"Your cunt is so fucking tight, kitten. My cock is going to tear you in two," he warned her. Hermione didn't care; she was more focused on the in-and-out motion his finger was making, driving her closer and closer to an orgasm. Suddenly, his finger left her and she tried to catch her breath. He lifted off her and she caught sight of his cock for the first time.
It was huge.
There was no way that it was going to fit inside her, that much was certain. It was rock hard and brushing the treasure trail on his belly. The head was almost a purple color and she had an insane urge to lick it, just to see what it tasted like. He seemed to know just what she was thinking.
"Oh, I'm going to have you put it your mouth but not yet. I want to taste you, kitten. I can smell you and I want to know if you taste as good as you smell."
Hermione didn't even get a chance to wonder what he meant or to be embarrassed about how he could smell her. He knelt and shoved her knees apart, pinning them to the bed. He put his face right up against her most intimate spot and breathed deeply. He pressed soft kisses to her outer lips, nuzzling them softly and enjoying their silky softness. Hermione was about to die from anticipation and she could feel herself leaving a wet spot beneath her.
Finally, he parted her lips with his thumbs and licked her clit a single time. Hermione almost arched completely off the bed. Harry must have cast a wandless sticking charm because she suddenly couldn't move; it was both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. He looked up at her and smirked.
"I know this is the first time you've had this done so I'm going to forgive you. If you do it again, I'm not going to let you come all over my face."
Hermione wondered if he would really follow through but decided that she didn't want to find out. After he realized that she wasn't going to speak, he licked her from her arse to her clit and she let out a loud moan. His tongue found her opening and started to fuck her with it, just like he had with his finger. Her fingers buried in his hair and she cried out, so desperate to orgasm that she wouldn't be able to take it if he stopped.
Harry switched when she was just moments from orgasm, this time moving his tongue in little circles around her clit. It felt just as good but she was starting to get frustrated. As if sensing her feelings, Harry's lips latched onto her clit and he sucked. Hard.
Her world exploded and Harry kept licking her; he drew her orgasm out for as long as he could. Her limbs went limp and he started to slurp at her entrance. Her eyes flew open at just what he was doing and she raised her head to make sure that she wasn't imagining things. He caught her out of the corner of his eye and smiled.
"You taste delicious, kitten. I don't want to miss a drop of your sweet honey."
Hermione wondered briefly if he did this to Ginny and enjoyed her taste as well. She tried to block the thought but it made her feel guilty. However much the burning feeling had subsided after her orgasm, it was now returning full force. Harry's tongue was slowly coaxing her halfway to orgasm again. He finally sat back on his heels and wiped his face, laughing at her pinked cheeks. He released the spell on her hips and bent over her to kiss her again.
"Taste yourself, tell me you don't taste delicious."
Hermione could taste herself though she didn't think it was her essence that tasted delicious. Harry was what tasted delicious to her. His fingers were plucking at her nipples again and she felt him move into position, the head of his enormous cock brushing against her entrance. He pulled away and Hermione could see how much he wanted her, wanted this, in this very moment.
"Are you sure, Hermione? I don't want you to regret me." For the first time, he sounded vulnerable. She reached up and cupped his cheeks, her thumbs brushing under his eyes. She smiled softly at him.
"I will never regret you, Harry Potter."
He kissed her again and gave her no warning as he pushed himself inside her clear to the hilt. She felt a sharp pinch and barely bit back a cry. It felt like she was being split in two, like he said. There was a burning where he had torn her and she felt a single tear escape her eye. Harry stilled and just waited, kissing the tear away while she acclimated. After a minute, she shifted her hips and found that it lessened the pain. She wrapped her arms around him and clutched at his shoulders.
"Go slow. Let me get used to how big you are," she asked him. He nodded and started to move in and out of her, slowly and shallowly at first, picking up speed the longer he went.
Hermione had never felt so wonderful in all her life. Harry was now fully stroking in and out of her and he had picked up speed. She felt full, fuller than she had ever imagined. He was rubbing on a spot inside her that was making her climb to orgasm quickly. She wrapped her legs around his waist and urged him on, her nails scoring his back as she panted in his ear.
"Harder, Harry, fuck me harder."
Harry needed no other encouragement. His hips snapped back and forth harder, quicker, and he fucked her rougher than she had thought she would enjoy. She knew that he wasn't going to last too much longer and let go, let the explosion overtake her. Stars popped in her vision and she couldn't feel her legs; Harry was still pumping away and she felt him nose into her neck, licking the spot that had set her off in the first place.
Hermione had no idea what possessed him to do it but Harry bit her neck hard enough to draw blood. She could tell that the spot was swollen but she had no idea as to why. However, it sent a new wave of pleasure shooting straight through her and she moaned out his name followed by a string of profanities. She felt his cock swell up inside her and he groaned in her ear, clearly reaching his own peak. She held him close through his release, pressing soft kisses to his neck and chest, licking him here and there to taste him.
The fire inside her was gone but she could still feel it deep in her gut. She knew without a doubt that it would be back. He seemed to come for ages, his cock still huge inside her. She could feel their mixture of fluids seep out of her and down her legs; she was already laying in a huge wet spot. After what seemed like ages, Harry's cock seemed to shrink slightly, enough to pull out.
All in all, it was a great first time.
-O-
Harry had never experienced sex like this before. Sure, he had only been with Ginny and even then, no more than a dozen times total. However, he didn't have to be Hermione-smart to know that normal sex didn't feel like it did with Hermione. There was something between them and even though he didn't know what it was, there was no way in fucking blue hell that he was ever going to let it go.
He had no idea where the urge to bite her neck had come from. Harry had noticed the spot when she had first kissed him and it drew him in; he wanted to lave it with attention, kiss it, bite it, mark it for life. It made no sense to him but then again, Hermione feeling like she was on fire because she needed sex made absolutely no sense to him either. He had indulged his need and bitten her, had drawn blood, and deep down he knew that it was going to scar. He wasn't sure why it was important, he only knew that it was.
Harry was surprised at how he had acted during sex. He had never been a dominant person when he had been with Ginny. Sure, he had taken charge but he had never acted like Ginny had to do what he said. He knew that he would never hurt Hermione but he did like seeing her submit to him. There was a certain beauty in seeing a woman that was in control of absolutely everything in her life hand over control to him. Not all the time, mind you, but it was definitely something that he wanted to do again.
He was laying half on top of the sexiest witch in the world, pressing soft kitten licks and kisses to her neck and breasts. Their bed thoroughly reeked of sex but he could still smell her arousal; he was turning her on again. He smirked into her petal-soft skin; fucking her again wouldn't be a hardship. He felt like he could fuck her for days straight before he would tire of her enough to need a break.
Hermione's hands threaded through his hair, combing through his unruly strands. It felt like heaven but he was more focused on her moving her legs further apart, clearly trying to accommodate him. He sucked a nipple into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue, reveling in the gasp that it earned him. His hand slid down her belly and ran his fingers through her folds. She was still sopping wet, though to be fair, some of it was her liquid desire and his semen. Her breath hitched and he could hear the desperation in her voice.
"Harry, I think there's something wrong with me. I feel like I'm on fire again. What if it doesn't stop?" There was just a hint of fear in voice so he lifted himself up so he could press a kiss to the bite he had left on her neck. He met her eyes and did his best to convey just how serious he was.
"I have your back, 'Mi. We're going to get through this together," he promised her. She did look reassured so he slipped two fingers inside her and swirled them around, causing her to groan. Her hips rose up to meet his hand and he smiled down at her.
"You like that, kitten?" he asked. She gave him a quick nod as she let her eyes fall closed.
"Yes, I never knew that it could feel like this. I probably would have had sex a long time ago if I had," she confessed. He growled against her jaw and pinched her clit just hard enough to get her attention. The thought of her with someone else was enough to make him want to murder somebody.
"You aren't going to have sex with anyone else, Hermione Jean. Besides, sex with other people doesn't feel like this. I would know." He could see that she wanted to argue with him so he was quick to speak again. "No more about it. I'm here now and I told you that I'm going to get you through this. Together, like always." There was still a burning urge to speak, he could see it in her eyes, but she didn't.
Harry went back to rubbing her clit, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. He was still alternating between kissing her neck, breasts, collarbone, and lips. She seemed mindless as she tried to find the edge of ecstacy. He pulled his hand away and she cried out in dismay, clearly not aware that he was going to give her pleasure with his cock. He kissed her nipple as he smiled at her.
"Don't get grumpy, I'm going to fuck you again," he informed her. Her eyes brightened but her gaze turned confused when he crooked his finger at her, telling her that he wanted her to get up. She got up on her knees and just waited, though he could see that the fire inside was getting bad again. He brushed her hair out of her face before pressing a single sweet kiss to her lips; he didn't let it get hot or deep. When he pulled back, he spun his finger in a circle.
"Turn around and get on your hands and knees. I want you from behind, kitten," he told her. She didn't waste a second and instead quickly turned around and got on all fours. He could see that she wasn't sure what to think about this position; she probably felt too much on display, but she would change her mind. The twins had told him that from behind was always a girls favorite because your cock went deeper.
Harry let his hands roam over her arse, taking in the feel and weight of it. He had always admired her arse, loved that there was something there to grab onto. Ginny had been nothing but bones and it had hurt the one time he had fucked her like this. He trailed his finger through the crack, hearing her quick intake of breath as he touched her back entrance. It was clear that she wasn't comfortable. Harry bent and pressed a kiss to each cheek after moving his hand down to stroke her folds.
"I won't play with this tonight but I have to admit that I'm intrigued by it. Maybe someday," he said. She didn't respond but he wasn't sure that she was capable of doing so. Her pussy was soaking, dripping onto his hand and the bed beneath her. He fucking loved it. He lined his cock up with her entrance and pushed it home because home is certainly what it felt like. He eased into her this time, knowing that she wouldn't have the pain from her maidenhead. She still gasped but he didn't blame her. Her cunt felt sublime.
Harry eased in and out a few times, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. He was sure that he would feel guilty later but at the moment, he liked the idea of showing other men he had fucked her good enough to bruise her; it wasn't logical but once again, what about the whole situation was?
Harry was pounding into her now and she was making mewling sounds with every thrust that went straight to his prick. He reached out and grabbed her hair, pulling on it until she realized that he wanted her to straighten up and rest her back against his chest. Her head fell back against his shoulder to loll about while one hand reached down to stroke her pleasure pearl and the other pinched at her nipple. He was nibbling at his bite mark and he was groaning in her ear.
"Fucking shite, kitten, your cunt is so tight. I could fuck this pussy for days,'Mi. My cock just wants to crawl up inside you and live there."
Harry knew the exact moment that her world went dark; her pussy spasmed around his cock and her arms came up to wrap around his neck. He held her tightly to his chest so she wouldn't slide and continued to pound into her. Her fluttering muscles sent him over the edge and he spilled himself with a groan, his prick inflating again like it had before. He couldn't have pulled out at the moment if he had wanted to.
He came for ages. Harry didn't remember ever coming this much when he had wanked or been with Ginny. He wasn't going to complain, however, since it seemed to prolong her orgasm. After several minutes, he felt himself stop spurting and realized that Hermione was almost completely asleep in his arms, still up against his chest. He laid them down gently so he didn't hurt her and then let his cock slide out. Semen, her fluids, and blood soaked her legs and the bed.
Harry wandlessly summoned his wand and cast cleansing charms on not only himself and Hermione but the bed as well. He was just pulling the blankets up over them when Hermione turned in her half-asleep state and rested her head on his chest and threw an arm over his belly. He combed his fingers through her hair and startled only slightly when she spoke.
"Harry, I can already feel the fire again. I'm so tired though," she told him. He kissed her forehead and smiled against her hair at how sweet and domestic it was.
"Go to sleep. If you wake up on fire, we'll get through it together, kitten."
Harry wasn't even sure if she heard him because she was already asleep. His best friend, Hermione, was naked and in bed with him. She had given him her virginity and then fucked again and had basically told him that they were going to have to have sex again. While nothing about the situation made sense, Harry still didn't mind. In fact, it was like a dream come true. Hermione was everything that he wanted in a witch and the sex was mind-blowing. He knew that her feelings for him, no matter what she said they were, were genuine. She didn't like him or love him for his fame or his destiny or his fortune. He wasn't sure why he hadn't seen this all before; how had he ever become so enamored with Ginny when Hermione had been there the whole time? Harry knew that there were going to be a lot of things to work through and a lot of questions to ask and answer but there was one thing that he was absolutely certain of.
Harry loved Hermione Granger and he wasn't going to let her go. Someday, he was going to make her his wife.