Jumping My Bones

I was going slowly insane just by looking at Hermione. According to her, the "breast-grabbing incident" was quickly forgotten.

This became evident when she said, 'This "breast-grabbing incident" is going to be quickly forgotten,' once we got to the castle.

Well, the fact that she has now started to wear shirts and blouses with a low neckline is really making it hard for me to forget the incident. Little wench, that girl. (I think she might be doing this on purpose...)

After coming back to the castle, we sat down for some dinner since daydreaming about Hermione under me (or on top, depending where we are) has given me an appetite. I wonder how actually shagging Hermione would affect my eating pattern...

'Fancy a shag?' Hermione asked me and I groaned. Great, I'm hearing things again.

I shook my head and asked, 'What?'

'Fancy a fag?'

'What?!' That really surprised me. I mean, Hermione smoke? No, they don't even belong in the same sentence. 'What?' I asked again.

A sigh of exasperation greeted me. 'I said, "Fancy some lamb?' They have some today. Merlin, Harry,' she said, putting a generous amount of lamb on my plate (did she think the rest of the Gryffindor house wasn't going to eat?), 'You should get your ears cleaned out.' I laughed and started to scarf down my food. 'Honestly!' Apparently she doesn't like how I was eating, because she said 'Honestly!' pretty loud...

'Is there a problem?' I asked, looking up at her innocently.

'No,' she said, shaking her head. We ate in silence after that; the only noise coming from all around us of laughter and the clanking of eating utensils ('utensils'? Where did that come from? Isn't 'forks and spoons' the same thing-? Oy vey, Hermione's rubbing off on me) Once she was done, we got up and headed towards the staircases bound to the Common Room.

Hermione was biting her lip--which usually means she's deep in thought--so I didn't bother with small talk. Once we got up to the Common Room, we noticed it was relatively empty, save for the 2 first years sitting in the corner snogging. Merlin, those kiddies are fast!

'Hey!' Hermione called out and the two broke apart, blushing and looking guilty. 'Go down to dinner.' The two rushed out of the portrait hole and once they were out of earshot, we both burst out laughing.

'Merlin, those first years are fast!' Hermione said, catching her breath.

'My thoughts exactly,' I exclaimed, which incited another round of laughs. Pretty soon we were both panting for breath.

Oh, no. Panting. Hermione panting. Not a good idea.

Suddenly, I wished desperately for me to have the chance to make her pant like that. An image burst in my head, an image of her gasping my name as I thrust within her... head thrown back in ecstasy as I pumped into her...hair flying around...gasps and moans and screams filling the room--

'Harry!' she cried, snapping me out of my daydream once more. Why, oh, why, couldn't she have snapped me out of my Voldemort daydreams? Nooo, she has to go and bring me back to reality when I'm fucking doing fantastic things to her--

'Harry!' she yelled again. 'Stop spacing off.'

'Sorry. A lot on my mind,' I mumbled. Well, it was true. I had a lot on my mind. And by "a lot," I mean Hermione...obviously.

She yawned and stretched her arms over her head. Bloody hell, Hermione! Don't do that! Why? Why must she torture me? She stopped and drooped her arms down. She poked her stomach and said, 'Hmm. I seem to be loosing my figure,' which, in my opinion, is something so un-Hermione like, I knew something was up.

I looked down at her and laughed, something I never should've done because suddenly she was glaring at me with such intensity, I thought that she would burn a hole through me.

'No, no, I didn't mean to laugh,' I said quickly, walking towards her and sitting on the carpet. She followed the suit and sat in front of me. 'I mean, you aren't loosing your figure.'

She laughed and laid her head on my lap. Oh, bleeding hell. Snape's knickers, Snape's knickers, Snape's knickers! I chanted silently in my head. I tried to concentrate on what we were talking about...oh, yes! Her figure. I looked down at her, her head on my lap, and bloody hell! Why Hermione unbuttoning her shirt?!

'What are you doing?' I nervously asked her, as she was getting nearer to the buttons that covered her magnificent breasts.

'I'm showing you my belly,' she replied innocently. She continued until there were only three little buttons left. I swallowed. She smiled at me and I grinned back, gulping audibly again. Hermione looked back down at her stomach and poked at it.

'See?' she said. I shook my head and leaned over to poke her belly. I felt her shiver as I trailed my fingers down her tummy and up towards those three glorious buttons. Slowly, I undid one button and I gave a silent cheer since she didn't stop me. I nervously undid the button on the top, letting my fingers linger on her exposed skin. 'What are you doing?'

'Whatever you let me,' I replied, slowly and gently undoing the last button. I gasped, letting my eyes devour the sight before me. Her brilliant breasts, covered by a lacy cream coloured bra, rising and falling quickly as I trailed my fingers over them. Please let this not be a dream, please let this not be another dream! I screamed mentally, enjoying all this intimacy. Her bra clasp was in the front and if I just could--

All of a sudden, the portrait hole opened and in came the entire Gryffindor house. What? No, no, no! Not now!! My eyes widened at the prospect of them catching a half naked Hermione Granger and a randy Harry Potter in the middle of the Common Room. When I turned to look at her, she was standing in front of me, her shirt fully buttoned, and offering me a hand.

Merlin, she's good.