Jumping My Bones

Chapter Three: Oh, no...legs!

'How-? What-?' I asked, looking up at her. She looked just like she did twenty minutes ago: perfect. I took her hand and I stood up, looking around the room.

The rest of the Gryffindor house was trampling in and I scrambled behind Hermione, pressing my erection into her. I heard her whimper and I grinned.

'Oy, Harry, Hermione! Where have you lot been?' Ron asked us when he spotted us.

I nudged Hermione gently, prodding her to speak. But it seemed as though she had lost the ability to talk. Merlin! If just having her feel me on her back is rendering her speechless, then how would she act once she has me inside her?

'We were at dinner,' I said, stilling attempting to have her say something.

'But we were just there!' chimed in Ginny.

Ugh, shut up you tossers! Can't you see that I was thisclose to actually, maybe, just maybe, seeing Hermione's NAKED BREASTS?

'Yes, well...' Hermione said, clearing her throat. 'McGonagall told us to meet her here because she wanted to speak to us about one thing or the other...'

'Yes, that's right!' I agreed...wait, where was this going?

'Right, but she has yet to show up. Therefore, I think that Harry and I should go look for her, don't you think?' Hermione said, nudging me gently.

Oh! Oh. Oh! I know where this is going. She wants to continue what we had started moments ago. Hmm...should I go on with this or not?

'Yes, absolutely right!' I said, dragging Hermione out the portrait hole. I ignored the cries of Ron, claiming that he needed to talk to me about something important. I rolled my eyes, knowing that it was probably about Luna.

I didn't know where I was going, but I knew that we needed to get there fast or else I was going to explode. Sensing my urgency, Hermione pulled me into a room, closing the door behind her.

I looked at her lips, wondering how they would feel against mine, how they would gasp my name out when she came for me. I shuddered, wanting...needing everything now. I looked into her eyes, asking silently if I was allowed to do what I wanted. And when she nodded...that's when I shattered.

I grabbed her roughly, mashing my lips to hers, savouring her taste...and what sweet taste it was. I'm addicted to her taste, her scent, the way her wonderful breasts feel against my chest.

I ran my tongue against her soft, plump lips, urging her to open her mouth. She did and I plunged my tongue in her mouth, feeling every crevice in her mouth. I moaned when I felt her tongue against mine, and I grabbed her by the hips, wrapping those wonderful legs on my waist.

I placed her on top of a desk, slowly undoing the buttons of her shirt. She smiled against my mouth and she took my hands off of her shirt buttons. Oh, she was going to do it herself. Hermione slowly unbuttoned the remaining ones and she slid the shirt off with a shrug of her shoulders. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra. Hermione was slowly taking it off, inch by inch...she was saying something but I was too busy wondering when she was going to take it off.

'Are you ready, Harry?' she asked, a bit impatiently I noted.

'Yes,' I breathed out, waiting...hoping...

'Harry, we're about to go in to see McGonagall about replacing some of the Prefects. Are you sure you're alright?' she said, still sliding off her bra. 'Harry?'

Wait, what? McGonagall? Why was she talking about McG when she was undressing herself? Bloody hell, that was enough to kill the entire mood.

'Hermione, what are you talking about?' I asked, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. I opened my eyes and when I saw that she her bra and shirt were intact, I panicked. No, no, no, no, no! This isn't another dream... It can't be!

Can you say 'denial'?

Alas, it turned out it was because before I knew it, I was sitting in McGonagall's office, discussing replacing some of the Prefects. So Hermione was right. We did have a meeting with the big McG'. Interesting, so she wasn't completely lying.

'So, you agree with this entirely Mr. Potter? Seeing as you're Head Boy, your opinion is entirely needed,' McGonagall said, looking at me through her glasses.

'Yes. Sure. I agree with whatever Hermione said,' I replied distantly, looking at Hermione. I gulped.

Oh, no...legs! She had crossed her legs, causing her skirt to bunch up. Since when did Hermione start wearing skirts? I distinctly remember her only wearing jeans. I didn't really matter, I found myself thinking. Oh, those long, slender legs just begging to be caressed. I sucked in a breath when I felt Hermione grab my left hand and place it on her thigh. She continued talking with McG' as though nothing was going on...as though I wasn't running my hand up and down her soft thigh. Thank God that McG' couldn't see anything going on or else I think she would have had cardiac arrest.

'Don't you think so, Harry?' asked Hermione suddenly. I nodded, still looking at my hand running over her creamy thigh. 'Harry, my face is up here.'

'I know that. I just was admiring your-' a kick in the shin made me reconsider what I was going to say '-new skirt.'

'Thanks,' she replied, smiling her "We've got a secret" smile. Oh, yes, Hermione Granger, you better be smiling. When I'm through with you, that's all you'll be doing...

'Well, Mr. Potter and Ms. Granger, I think we are through here. You may be excused,' McG' finally said after a beat.

I got up and laced my hand though hers, a deed that I had grown accustomed to. 'Thanks McG'--er--Professor McGonagall.'

I walked as quick as I could out of that room and into the hallway, leading towards the staircase. When we got to the bottom of the stairs leading towards the Gryffindor Tower, I released her hand and leaned against the wall.

'So, what was that all about?' she asked, staring at me.

I turned away and said, 'What are you talking about?'

She stepped towards me and forced me to look at her. I averted my eyes for a while, looking everywhere on her face but her eyes. But after a minute of intense staring, I finally looked at her in the eye.

'I think you know perfectly what I'm talking about,' she said, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper. Woah, where did that come from? God, she was so sexy.

'I do?' I asked, gulping audibly. She nodded, and traced my jaw with her delicate fingers 'Oh.'

Slowly, she brought her eyes down to my mouth and leaned in gradually, almost teasing me. 'So why haven't you done anything?'

My eyes widened as I realized that she had been doing this on purposed all along. Little wench!

'I dunno,' I said quietly. I looked down for a while but she forced me to look at her.

I wanted to walk away, away from Hermione's intense stare. And I did just that. I started walking down the hall and sighed. God, I couldn't do this. I just couldn't. I don't know why...I'm a disgrace to my gender for turning down Hermione.

But before I knew it, she had pushed me towards the wall and crushed her lips against mine, placing her hands on my face, holding me in place. She jumped me. She literally jumped my bones. Oh, Merlin. This wasn't a dream, I could tell. The feeling of her lips against mine was nowhere near as I thought it would feel. I thought I would spontaneously combust when I felt her tongue against mine, her hands caressing my back, her breasts pressing against my chest.

Bloody fuck, I was getting so hard. I knew Hermione had felt me when she gasped in my mouth and when she did, I smiled against her lips. I pulled back and she made this whining noise but she moaned when I started suckling on her neck. Thank Merlin for tank tops. I slid the straps down her shoulders and placed wet, opened-mouth kisses on her shoulders, working up to her neck, and finally back to her delicious mouth.

She started to unbutton my shirt when she realized that we were still in the middle of the hallway. But she only muttered, 'Bloody hell,' before yanking my hand towards a hopefully empty classroom. We had finally found an empty classroom and I was so eager to have Hermione that I once again brought my lips to hers even before we had entered the classroom.

'Oh, God, Harry,' she moaned when I started to rub myself against her. 'But-' a gasp '-we're-' a moan '-still outside the...classroom,' she finished with a loud moan as I started massaging her wonderful breasts.

'Hmm, then let's get in before someone-'

'HARRY! HERMIONE!' someone yelled from across the hall.

Bloody Merlin, send him to fucking hell! This fucking bloody wanker who is interrupting us from almost shagging!! Tosser! I'm going to murder his fucking arse.

I am going to kill Ron.

Just wait until he gets his red-haired arse where we are standing. He's going to be yelling 'Bloody murder!' at the top of his lungs.

Just wait...