Much Ado About Hermione

Chapter 10: Rapture

The kiss was soft and gentle, as he felt the texture of her plump lips brushing up against his own. He opened his mouth a little and took in her lower lip, sucking on it. The sweet taste of her strawberry lip-gloss entered his mouth.

He ran his tongue across her lips. She opened her mouth and let his tongue slip inside, entwining itself with her tongue. She moaned loudly against his mouth as he deepened the kiss. He placed his hand behind her head, his fingers tangling themselves in her silky hair. She opened her mouth wider as the kiss intensified and pressed her body against his.

Her hands slid down his back, before resting in the back pockets of his trousers, feeling the compact mass underneath. He pulled away and watched as her cheeks became flushed with a crimson color. He couldn't resist kissing that flushed skin, before following the slope of her neck with his mouth.

As his lips grazed her skin, he inhaled deeply the delicate scent of her flowery perfume. "You smell delicious," he murmured against her shoulder.

She held onto him as she threw her head back, exposing the creamy white skin of her throat, which he attacked with his mouth. He withdrew his lips from her neck and looked down at her. He searched her eyes, finding nothing but desire wallowing in their brown depths.

His breathing jagged, he asked, "Do you want this?"

"Yes," she breathed.

"Do you think we're ready for this?"

She grabbed his face, pulling his mouth down on hers. "I'm ready," she whispered against his lips.

Her hands freed his head and traveled down his chest and past his belt, resting themselves on his crotch. "I can feel that you're ready too."

She began to move her palm hard against the area, trying to feel every inch of him through his clothes. Harry let his hands drop to his side. He took deep breaths and exhaled slowly as she continued rubbing him, her hand movements getting more and more deliberate.

She took her hand away and began to unbutton his shirt. After sliding the garment off his shoulders and arms, she threw it on the floor. Taking the opportunity to look at his chest, she was able to see the chiseled body that had resulted from years of playing quidditch. Her hands ran along his smooth skin, fingers splaying against the hardness of his stomach.

Her fingers soon went to work on his belt. His trousers undone, she slipped them down his body and onto the floor. Harry kicked them away and sat on the edge of the bed. "Come here," he whispered, taking her hand and pulling her towards him.

As she stood in front of him, he grabbed her shirt and lifted it over her head. He soon found himself staring at her white satin bra and at the hint of flesh that peeked out of the top.

"Wait one moment," he said. He reached down and grabbed his robes off the floor. He pulled out his wand and pointed it at the door. "Now we won't be disturbed."

He looked back at her. "Where were we? Oh yeah, now I remember." He grabbed her waist and pulled her close.

His fingers traced the outline of her bra, slowly making their way across each firm swell. He kissed the exposed skin of her bosoms, as his hands reached for her back.

"I'll do it," she said. She reached behind her and unhooked the bra. She let the garment slide slowly off her body.

His excitement soared as he began to see more and more of her skin. "God," he whispered. "I imagined what they would look like, but this is too much." He leaned forward and touched his lips to her soft skin. He soon heard her pant as she arched towards him.

His hands reached down and unzipped the side of her skirt. He drew down her skirt and panties in one swift swoop. He then let his gaze skim down her body, taking in the sight of her curves.

Although he had seen parts of her body as they oozed out of her top and peeked through the slit in her skirt, it had in no way prepared him for the full view of her nakedness.

"You're so beautiful," he muttered. "You've exceeded all my expectations." He ran his hands along her body, gently grazing the flare of her hips.

"What's wrong?" she asked. "Your hands are shaking."

"I just can't believe that I'm here with you now." His fingers stayed on her body, exploring all the curves of her womanly physique.

"Let's get in the bed," she said. She walked around the other side and climbed onto his bed. Harry stood up and began to take off his boxers, slowly pulling them down his hips and legs. He climbed onto the bed and closed the curtains around them.

Lying on his side, he faced her as she eyed his body. "What do you think?" he asked.

"What do I think of what?"

"Me." He watched as her stare washed over him.

"You have a nice chest," she said. She then lowered her gaze.

He felt his heart race as her stare remained on that intimate part of his body. "So, what's your verdict?"

"I don't know."

"What?"

She smiled. "It's a little dark in here and I can't see much."

Harry moved to the edge of the bed and opened the curtain, making sure that the sunlight was directly on him. He watched her in anticipation. "Well?"

"I'm impressed."

He closed the curtain and moved towards her, wrapping an arm around her waist. Overcome, he attacked her lips, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and holding her tightly. Limbs entwined, they rolled over, until she was on top of him.

"Do you know how long I've wanted to do this?" she asked.

"How long?"

"Since the beginning of the school year."

She lowered her head and began to kiss his chest, letting her tongue flick against his skin. She slowly moved down his body, her tongue creating a wet trail down his chest and stomach.

His breath came out in a muffled pant as her long hair brushed against his skin. His heart began to pound rapidly when he felt her warm breath hovering over him.

As he closed his eyes, anticipating the pleasure that was to come, an image of Ron suddenly flashed in his head. "Herm, I don't want that. I'd prefer if we just made love."

"Okay," she said. She inched her way up his body. "What do you want to do now?"

He wrapped his arms around her and rolled himself on top of her body. Resting on his elbows, he looked down at her. "If I'm too heavy, let me know."

Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. As he lowered himself, she cried into his mouth. He lifted his head. "Are you all right?"

"Yeah. You just caught me a little off guard."

"I'm sorry. I'll try to go a bit more slowly." As he repeated his actions, he closely watched her face for any signs of a grimace. Her eyes remained closed.

"Is it okay now?" he asked. He looked down and noticed her face relaxing; the tight grip she had on his wrists was now released. He felt her writhing beneath him.

She brought her legs up and wrapped them around his waist. He leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead, tasting the perspiration that was now developing there.

He soon found it difficult to watch her as he was now overcome by his own passion. As the pace got faster, he felt her hands on his shoulders as they ran along his back, her nails scraping against his skin.

"Oh, Harry," she moaned. His ear tingled as her perfumed breath lingered over it.

"Do you like that?"

"Yes. It's good."

Overtaken by the sensations, they ceased their conversation, as neither could do any more than moan into the other's ear.

Her moaning reached a fevered pitch as she threw back her head. He watched her face as she climaxed; her mouth was wide opened, her eyelids fluttering wildly.

The sight of her rapture and the feel of her body made him lose control and he soon cried out.

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"When do you think everyone will be getting back?" she asked.

He reached for her arm and lazily stroked her skin. "Don't worry about it. I put a little spell on the door."

The remnants of his orgasm were still coursing throughout his body, leaving him feeling calm and relaxed. He pulled her naked body close to his and kissed her face. "The spell I used is a strong one, so no one will be coming in here any time soon."

He held her in his arms, recalling what had just happened and letting himself get lost in the feel of her skin against his. All worries were gone from his mind, when he looked over at Ron's bed. The other boy's quidditch magazine was sprawled out on the covers. Soon, Harry's ecstasy-laden stupor began to diminish as he was brought back to reality.

"Herm, did anything happen between you and Ron?"

"I thought I told you that we weren't dating."

"You don't have to be dating someone for something to happen."

She stopped stroking his chest. "What are you implying?"

"Nothing. It's just that he's been so possessive of you lately."

"I guess he just feels like he has to look after me because of what happened this summer with Krum. He's like the protective brother I never had."

"It seems to me like there's more than just him being brotherly. I think he has feelings for you." He looked up at the ceiling. "Hasn't he ever given you the impression that he may like you?"

"Well...."

"What is it?" he asked.

"He did reveal that he had a bit of a crush on me," she began. "But nothing came of it." She lifted her head off his chest and looked at him. "I really don't like you insinuating stuff about me and Ron. We're just good friends. Let's not talk about him anymore, okay?"

"I don't mean to bring him up on purpose. It's just that I've seen certain things that have really confused me."

"What things?"

"I saw..." He stopped talking when she resumed rubbing his chest, her fingers working their magic on his skin. All questions were now obliterated from his mind. "Nothing. I don't even know why I brought it up."

"Well, since we're discussing the people in our lives, what's going on with you and Ginny?"

"There is no me and Ginny."

"I remember her being all over you. So, what's the story?"

"There's no story. She was just infatuated with me, but I think it's worn off now. She's too busy with her social life to pay me any attention."

"I'll say. I saw her around some very cute Hufflepuffs the other day. Harry, you're losing your woman to a bunch of Puffs?"

"That's all right cause the woman I want is right here with me." He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her on top of him.

She looked down at him. "Did you really have that dream about me?"

"Yeah."

"And did you enjoy it?"

"It was really good until I woke up and saw Snape's face. It was that time I fell asleep in Potions class."

"Really?" Her smile began to fade. "That sure was an eventful day."

"What?"

"Nothing." She leaned down and kissed him.