Jumping My Bones

Recap of Chapter Three:

'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...

I am going to kill Ron.

Chapter Four: All Alone?

'Ron,' I said through clenched teeth when he caught up with us. I automatically stood behind Hermione, once again pressing into her.

Hermione cleared her throat. 'Ron, don't you have to be somewhere?'

Ron looked confused and scratched his head before asking, 'I do?'

I nodded vigorously. 'Yes, don't you have that thing with Luna?' I waved my hands in the air, trying to tell him to scram. But noooo! Ron, of course, was completely clueless. Daft git.

'No I don't,' he replied. He shook his head and looked at me. 'Harry, mate, I need to talk to you.'

Hermione set her jaw and glared at Ron. 'Weasley,' she said, in a eerily calm voice. 'We were in the middle of something.'

Ron rolled his eyes and pulled my arm. 'You can continue whatever you were doing later.'

Hermione pulled my other arm and growled, 'No we can't.'

Ron pulled and replied, 'Yes, you can!'

'Can't!'

'Can!'

'CAN'T!'

'CAN!'

'Bugger!' I yelled, pulling away from Ron and standing again behind Hermione. 'Ron, can't we do this later?'

Ron look a bit crushed and said, 'No. This is important. But fine...I'll leave you two alone.'

'Ron!' I called, as I watched his retreating form. 'Wait!'

I turned to Hermione, who was waiting patiently but with barely restrained desire evident on her face. 'Hermione, can't I...?'

Her expression changed quickly to anger. 'Harry! We were in the middle of something! If you don't want to finish what you started, then don't bother doing anything at all.'

She started to walk away, leaving me alone. No. She couldn't do this to me. Teasing me...making me want...making me fall in love with her...

Love?

Me, in love with her? That sounds so...foreign.

But, it might be true...right? She is my best friend. And she has been by my side all my life. And she's loyal and beautiful and smart and funny (sometimes) and fun to be around and...perfect.

'Wait,' I said, grabbing her by the wrist. 'No, I want to be with you...'

Hermione looked sceptical and asked, 'Are you sure? Because you can go with Ron...I think he wants to talk about "blokes stuff". I don't mind, honestly.'

The look in her eyes told me differently. 'Hermione, didn't your mother ever tell you not to lie?' I asked. 'I want to be with you...forever.'

Oh Merlin, did I say that out loud? No, no, no. I wasn't supposed to say that out loud. Oh, fuck. I looked at Hermione's reaction. Hmm, she didn't seem angry or upset, but she did have tears in her eyes.

'Oh, no. I'm sorry, Hermione. I didn't mean to make you cry or anything. Maybe I shouldn't have said forever...is that what scared you? Because I could take it back!' I rambled. 'Wait, do I even want to take it back? No, no. Okay, but what do I do now to make you stop cr-?'

Hermione grabbed me by my collar and crushed her lips to mine, cutting me off. I guess this meant that she didn't want me to take it back. I heard her moan when I ran my tongue across her lips, asking her for access. When she complied, I gently massaged her tongue with mine, grinning a bit when I felt her press into me. Just as it was getting hot, she pulled away.

'Wait, you didn't just say that so you could get into my knickers, did you?' she asked. Hearing Hermione say that--something that I never imagined her saying--just turned me on more.

'I guess you figured out my plan,' I replied, sighing dramatically. I laughed at her expression, and pulled her towards me, hugging her. 'I'm just joking. And no, I didn't just say that to get into your knickers,' I said with a roll of my eyes.

She grinned and looked up at me. 'I love you,' she said seriously.

'Me too,' I replied.

She stopped smiling, a confused expression settling onto her face. 'Wait. Does that mean that you love me, too? Or does that mean that you love yourself, too? Because saying "Me too" would mean-'

I crushed her lips to mine, now cutting her off. Now I know how to shut her up when she's lecturing us. When I pulled away, she had a somewhat dazed and dreamy look on her face.

'I love you, too,' I replied, giving her a chaste kiss on the lips.

Her eyes were shining with tears and she gave me a kiss in return. 'Really?'

'Yeah.'

'Ok.'

'Alright.'

'...'

'So what now, Hermione?'

'Dunno.'

'Er, okay. So, should I go to Ron or do we finish or...?'

'I think, maybe, we should finish? If that's alright with you, of course,' she added quickly.

'Of course it's alright! It's more than alright! It-'

There she goes again, cutting me off. This time, I welcomed it. I love the feeling of her lips mashing against mine, the softness, the silkiness, the, er, just the overall feeling.

I removed her robe so I could get better access to, well, everything. I moved my hands to the small of her back, gently moving her shirt upwards, and caressed her. Her skin felt so silky smooth and I wanted more of it. Trailing my hands up towards the straps of her tank top (wait, why was she wearing a tank top in the first place?) I slowly slid them off. Moving my lips down to her neck, I teasingly placed open-mouthed kisses there like I had done before we had been interrupted. Slowly, almost excruciatingly, I brought them down to her shoulders, kissing them. Apparently Hermione liked this because she was making little squeaks and moans.

'Harry, can we please-? Um, get inside before someone...oh!...interrupts us?' she asked. I nodded, wanting to get into the classroom as soon as possible. I opened the door and brought her with me inside, and just as I was about to close the door I heard a voice yell out, 'Mr Potter and Miss Granger! What on earth do you think you are doing?'

No, please Merlin. Not McGonagall. What is it with all these interruptions? This was getting ridiculous!

'With all due respect, Professor, we were in the middle of something,' I replied. No, this was getting out of hand. I mean, I couldn't get time alone with Hermione. First Ron, then McG'... I wanted to finish what we started! And, like hell was I going to finish it.

'Well, I never!' exclaimed McG'.

'I'm sure,' I muttered, earning a jab in my stomach from Hermione.

'What was that, Potter?' our Professor asked sternly.

'Nothing,' I said quickly. 'Er, ma'am? May we be excused?'

But she wasn't paying attention. She was looking over our shoulders to someone that was behind us. Hermione and I slowly turned around and saw that Snape was coming our way, his robe billowing behind him and--bloody hell! Was that-? Is that what I think it is peeking out of his pants?

'Hermione? Is that-?'

Hermione's eyes widened and nodded. 'Yes, I think it is. Snape's wearing pink lacy knickers.'

We both stared at each other, eyes wide, smiles forming. But then we heard McG' mumble something that would surely traumatize us forever.

'Why is he wearing my knickers? Did I leave them in his ro-'

'McG'!' I yelled, covering my ears. 'Can we go?'

'Sure, sure,' she replied distractedly, walking over to where Snape was telling off a couple of firsties.

What is wrong with her? Snape? Our dear old, greasy-haired, large-conked Potions Master? I shuddered. Why couldn't she have gotten it on with Flitwick or Dumbledore?

Argh! Mental picture! No, no, no, no, no. I was not going to go down that track anymore! No, I was going to concentrate on finishing what I started with Hermione. Cor, she was still standing there with her eyes wide and looking particularly kissable. I grabbed her hand and yanked her towards me, moving my lips down to hers, kissing her hungrily, and pressing her close to my body. I could feel every curve and I groaned hen I felt her press into my lower regions, rubbing her hips in a very tantalizing way.

'Let's go,' I murmured, nibbling her ear lobe.

'Where?'

'Your room?'

Her moan was answer enough.

Hermione and I practically ran back to the Gryffindor Tower where the Head Girl's room was located. She quickly said the password and the two of us sprinted towards her bedroom. Grabbing her waist, I dragged her closer to me as I used my foot to slam the door shut, giving us privacy. I quickly crushed my lips on hers and I savoured in the deliciousness of her lips against mine...Merlin, does this feel good. We were bumping into everything and giggling in the process. After what felt like an eternity of smashing into things and laughing, we finally hit the bed. I chuckled a bit and looked at Hermione. She was flushed and she had this adorable twinkle in her eyes. I quickly kissed her again and was rewarded with a soft moan. I worked my way down her body, quickly bringing up her tank top and unsnapping her bra in one motion.

'Oh, Merlin,' I muttered when I saw her wonderful breasts in all their naked glory. 'Now I know why Ron said that pink was his favourite colour.'

'What?' she asked, lifting up her head to look at me properly.

'A while ago, Ron was telling me that he found out that his favourite colour was pink after spending a night with Luna,' I explained as I carefully licked her. 'I didn't know what he was talking about.'

Hermione laughed breathlessly. 'Really?'

'Yeah,' I replied. 'But I don't think that he was talking about the actual colour colour...'

'Oh?'

'No,' I said, going lower and lower. 'I think he was talking...about...this.'

'Oh!' was all Hermione had to say. And that was pretty much what she said during most of it. Well, that, and a couple of breathless 'Harry!'s. But just as I felt her almost going the edge, she stopped. She was eerily quiet for a moment, and that scared me a bit.

'Hermione?' I said slowly, looking up at her. I little by little went back to where I was and gave a long lick. Suddenly, she arched her back and moaned, 'Harry!' Hehehe, I made Hermione come. I couldn't help but feel giddy and proud. She gasped and calmed down, her eyes rolling back into her head. My eyebrows furrowed and I climbed up her body, looking into her face.

'Hermione?' I asked, caressing her face. Her eyes were closed and she wasn't responding. 'Hermione, love?' What was going on? Was she asleep? How the fuck was that possible? I just licked her, for Merlin's sake. I shook her shoulder. Success, she was waking up.

'Harry? What happened?' she asked groggily, propping up on her elbows.

'I was about to ask you the same thing. You came and just went...dead,' I replied, rolling off of her.

Hermione smiled and leaned back, looking up at the ceiling. 'I must've passed out. Who wouldn't, after what you did.' She turned her head and kissed me softly. Rolling on top of me, she pressed herself to me and asked, 'Where did you learn how to do that?'

I shrugged. 'Dunno. Just did what felt right.'

'Hey,' she said suddenly. 'Why are you still dressed?' She sat up, straddling my hips and quickly started to work on the buttons on my shirt. Oh bloody fuck. I could feel all of her wetness through my trousers, making me even harder. She undid my belt buckle and popped the button to my jeans. Hermione took off my jeans and boxers in one swift move. She tsk-ed when she saw my erection.

'Now, now. We're just going to have to do something about that, won't we?' she murmured huskily, grinning lavishly and licking her lips.

All I have to say is everything that happened in that room was so much better than my randy teenage dreams.

So much better.

Fin