Day by Day

DAY BY DAY

By Lady Jane

Chapter Nine: "The One Where Ginny Wakes Up Dean & Harry And Hermione Do It...At Last"

Friday Night (Late!)

Dean woke when he heard the characteristic sound of someone Apparating, flying out of bed because his first thought was that there was something wrong. The only people who were able to Apparate into his flat at any time were his parents and Ginny, although "any time" didn't usually include the middle of the night.

Swinging through the doorway into the loungeroom, his hand still gripping the doorjamb, Dean froze when he saw Ginny standing in the middle of the room; she was smiling to herself as she looked at Dean in his pair of old trackpants - his usual form of pyjamas - and because they were old, they were loose and sat low on his hips. He wore no top and she eyed him appreciatively - his smooth, dark skin, his very well toned body (he worked out with his Quidditch charges) - and knew that any effect Draco Malfoy may have on her could never come close to the way Dean made her feel both physically and emotionally. He loved her and she loved him and they knew each other in the best way.

He took at the way she was dressed - the way she was looking at him - and found himself smiling hugely in relief; it was clear she was not hurt in the least and she certainly didn't look as though there was anything wrong. Actually, he thought, the last time she arrived at this time of night - or rather, morning! - she came solely for the purpose of... Ginny's voice broke into his thoughts, 'Hope you don't mind me dropping in so late, but I've just finished that rather tiresome interview I've been telling you about and all I could think of was you-'

Before she could finish, Dean had crossed the room and wrapped his arms around her, crushing his lips against her.

I guess this means he doesn't mind, thought Ginny to herself; although she'd known he wouldn't, it was nice to be so wonderfully reassured...

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When they were once again surrounded by the familiar trappings of Hermione's loungeroom, Harry immediately turned, bent down and unexpectedly swept Hermione up in his arms, causing her to catch her breath as her arms whipped around his neck so that she wouldn't fall.

As feelings he'd never before experienced crashed into one another demanding attention, Harry walked purposefully out of the loungeroom, down the hallway and into the kitchen, his gaze alternating between Hermione's beautiful, stunned dark-honey glare and where he was going. As he gently placed her upon her feet once they reached the kitchen, he couldn't resist allowing his hands to lightly trace the shapely outline of her body from her lower back, up along her sides, dipping in over her small waist and then up, quickly digressing to her upper back, his hands curling around her shoulders and drawing her close... 'I sort of feel that this is where it all finally started to happen...' was his offered explanation for his actions. Hermione gazed up at him and then smiled. 'I guess it did,' she murmured.

Having discarded her shawl and purse and Harry his robes on their arrival in the loungeroom, Hermione's hands were free to release their stranglehold on his neck coming to rest on his shoulders as she looked up at him, wondering how it was that so many incredible feelings could be contained in one body without it exploding.

Harry's hands left her shoulders and moved down to her elbows, gently gripping and lifting them up so that Hermione realised he wanted her arms to remain around his neck. She happily obliged and their eyes locked as Harry's hands moved back down her arms, down along her sides to wrap around her waist, pulling her to him and she knew this was what he wanted - every inch of her pressed up against him. Actually, she had to admit that she didn't really mind it either...

'Harry, you feel wonderful,' she whispered, a small movement rippling through her body, emphasising her words.

'And so do you,' said Harry, his voice thick with desire, dropping his head so that their lips were a whisper apart, 'you feel like heaven, Hermione,' and then they were kissing, slowly and sensually, their tongues slowly exploring the other's, delighting in the sensations they were creating for each other.

Slowly the pace of their kissing increased, a certain desperation overtaking them as their mutual desire rose to a point where they could barely stand.

'Hermione,' he rasped, 'we need to go to bed.' She murmured assent against his lips but just continued kissing him.

'We have to go to bed,' he tried again. He thought he understood what she said in answer.

'Apparate?' he repeated, 'Are you crazy, love? I don't have enough concentration for a Lumos! Trying to Apparate in this state would be fatal!'

Hermione pulled back and smiled at him, the look in her eyes making him want to run to the bedroom. 'Then I guess we have to walk,' she said.

Harry didn't take his eyes off hers as he smiled and nodded, taking her hand as he turned to walk out of the kitchen.

Hermione hung back, pulling Harry up short; Hermione was simply looking at him, her eyes luminously beautiful.

'What is it?' he asked.

'I'm just savouring this moment - what I see in your eyes when you look at me - how I feel - how you make me feel - the totally delicious anticipation for what we're going to do.'

He stepped back to her, framing her face with his hands, dropping a soft kiss on her willing lips.

'I could say the same,' he told her, 'but I also want to show you.' And with that, he bent and picked her up once more, carrying her back to his room.

'I could get used to this mode of transport, Mr Potter,' Hermione giggled.

'I'll carry you to bed anytime, Miss Granger,' he assured her.

Just inside the door, Hermione told Harry to put her down which he did, although she kept her arms around his neck, gently backing him up against the wall beside the door and leaning into him as she kissed him. Harry moved his hands down over her wonderful curves to what he decided was the most gorgeous little bum ever, pulling Hermione hard against him, unable to stop himself from groaning.

Then Hermione was pushing at his arms, stepping back. He felt as though part of him had been ripped away.

'Hermione...' he rasped, his eyes begging her to come back, his hands reaching for her.

She stepped back again, her eyes still holding his as she gave him a slow, seductive smile.

What's she doing? She's killing me! Harry thought, glad of the support he had leaning against the wall. Then he noticed she was kicking off her shoes as she reached behind herself with both arms and he heard the small sound made by a zipper being pulled down. Hermione's hands then came up the front to her shoulders and she slowly pulled her dress down, revealing a lacy bra the colour of chocolate, then matching panties as the dress dropped to the floor around her feet; the lace topped stay-up stockings were the final straw - déjà vu struck him so strongly he closed his eyes, a look of agony on his face. Christ! Am I dreaming again? Please let it be real... I couldn't take it a second time...

'Hermione,' his voice a hoarse whisper, 'I'm not dreaming, am I? Please tell me I'm not dreaming...' he pleaded.

Then he felt her soft hands on each side of his face and he slowly opened his eyes to see her looking at him as she told him, her own voice a little husky, 'Well if you are Harry, we're having exactly the same dream at exactly the same time.' Then her hands slid down to push his jacket off his shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Her eyes didn't leave his as she loosened his tie and pulled it off before lifting his hands one at a time to unbutton his cuffs, then tugging at his shirt to release it from his pants and when it was unbuttoned it too, was dropped to the floor. Harry tried to kiss her again but she ducked her head, slowly running her hands up his arms to his shoulders then trailing them slowly down over his chest, taking her time to explore every inch with her fingers. Harry let his head drop back, closing his eyes as he lost himself in the pleasure evoked by Hermione's touch. However, when those teasing fingers reached his belt and he felt her undoing it, his eyes snapped open as his head shot forward.

'You're overdressed,' she told him with a wicked smile and before he knew it she'd undone his pants as well and he was stepping out of them, kicking off his shoes and bending over to pull off his socks.

Hermione eyed his black briefs, murmuring 'oooh, very nice' under her breath although Harry wasn't sure whether she was referring to his briefs or his erection and really didn't care. Reaching out with both arms, he pulled Hermione to him, one hand remaining around her waist, the other entangling itself in her hair which was slowly unravelling. He kissed her hard, barely able to restrain himself from throwing her on the bed and taking her without any consideration except for his own maddening need. Then she was struggling in his arms, turning around and leaning forward slightly, asking him to undo her bra. He quickly unhooked it and Hermione pulled it off, dropping it to the floor. Then, instead of turning around to face him again, she leant back against him, reaching behind to place her hands on his thighs and tilting her head to one side so that she could look up at him. Placing his hands gently on her shoulders, Harry proceeded to plant soft, lingering kisses all down the side of her neck, his eyes closing as he took in her wonderful scent and the softness of her skin, loving the small sounds of delight she was making.

Then he opened his eyes and looked down, unable to stop the sharp intake of breath caused by the sight of Hermione's bare breasts topped with soft-pink, erect nipples, crying out for attention. As his hands left her shoulders and ran down over the hardened points she arched her back, making more of those delicious little noises. He then ran his hands down over her taut, flat stomach, down to where he could feel her hips, running his hands in to the centre, fingering her belly button then slowly, down...

Hermione was afraid her knees were going to buckle as Harry's hands reached her panties, one sliding under the band; Hermione moaned and felt her legs begin to give way. Harry's free arm went across her stomach to hold her up as he pushed off from the wall, supporting her as he walked them the short distance to the bed, Hermione turning and collapsing gratefully onto the edge. Harry removed his briefs then knelt in front of her and she leant forward, taking his glasses off, placing them carefully on the bedside table. Harry then slowly removed her stockings, gently coaxing her to lie down as he did so. After dropping the discarded stockings on the floor, he paused for a moment, overwhelmed by the sight of Hermione lying wantonly on his bed, waiting for him to make love to her. At last.

Laying down on the bed and propping himself up on his elbow beside Hermione, Harry marvelled at how beautiful every little square inch of her was - running his free hand up along the outside of her thigh, stopping at the top of her leg, slowly dragging his fingers across her sensitive skin until they reached the small triangle of curls, gently delving until he knew he'd found his goal; he knew because Hermione's whole body tensed in anticipation, her hands tightly clenched at her sides, pulling at the covers. At that first touch of his firm, warm fingers his name was wrenched from her lips in a deeply passionate cry. Leaning down to kiss her, Harry slid two fingers into her tight, wet, warmth, loving the way Hermione moaned softly into his mouth as he did so. Hermione felt the build up of that delicious tension in what seemed like every fibre of her being and it seemed to take no time at all before she was engulfed in the most powerful orgasm she'd ever experienced, her whole body arching as she called out Harry's name over and over again.

When he felt her body relax and become still, Harry cradled her against him, kissing her face gently over and over, murmuring her name.

When her breathing was back to normal she opened her eyes and smiled at him, noting he looked rather pleased with himself and thinking he had every right to.

'Harry, I can't even begin-'

'Then don't,' he told her with a smile as he pulled himself up, resting on his elbow once more, his free hand pushing stray strands of hair away from her face. His finger traced the delicate line of her cheek down to her mouth, dropping his head to kiss her, softly at first, gently pushing with his tongue until she opened her mouth to him, his free hand moving down to caress her breast, rolling the sensitive nipple between his fingers. When he replaced his fingers with his mouth, Hermione once again began to make more of those gorgeously gratifying little sounds. Moving to give her other nipple equal attention and feeling her beginning to writhe seductively beside him, Harry knew he wouldn't be able to hold off much longer.

Lifting his head, his voice rough with intense desire, he started, 'Hermione, I need - I want -' but got no further because Hermione turned onto her side to face him, hooking one of her legs around his back, then rolling back and pulling him on top of her. As soon as she was on her back, she drew her other leg up and around him, her arms wrapped around his shoulders as she told him, 'I want you inside me, Harry, now!'

He needed no further encouragement, covering her mouth with his as he plunged into her. Their mouths parted as he needed more air, increasing his pace. Hermione revelled in watching him, in knowing she was the one bringing him to the same ecstasy he'd given her and when he reached it, he in turn cried out her name; she heard him through the waves of her second orgasm washing over her, leaving more ecstasy in its wake.

Harry's arms didn't have the strength to support him so they both rolled onto their sides, just looking at each other as their breathing gradually returned to normal. Then he spoke quietly, simply saying, 'I love you.' Hermione felt tears pricking at the back of her eyes; she lifted her hand to caress his face as she told him that she loved him too. Then they drifted into asleep, their arms and legs entangled, the shadow of their smiles remaining on their faces.

Saturday (Early!)

Harry was having a wonderful dream. He thought that it might, in fact, be almost better than that other dream. He was lying in bed naked, the covers thrown off because it was a warm morning. Was it morning? Yes, it was light. As is normal for most men, he woke every morning with an erection only this particular morning it was different. This particular morning he could swear something warm, wet and velvety was - oh God! This wasn't a dream! He heard someone moan - then realised it was himself - then all those incredible sensations ceased and he moaned again - this time for the loss of that heavenly sensation, moving restlessly.

He felt warm breath against his ear - whispered words - a low, seductive voice - what was it saying?

'Morning, Harry...time to wake up, I need you... No? Can't wake up? Hmm, well, never mind, I'm sure after this you'll be able to open your eyes...' No, no! he thought, don't ever want to wake up - don't ever want this to end...

Then he felt fingers, lots of them - they came to rest on his shoulders before drifting down over his chest, nails scraping lightly over his nipples eliciting another moan, then continuing down over his stomach, then one lot of fingers went firmly around his now throbbingly hard erection, the others going further - surrounding his balls with their gentle warmth.

Harry's eyes flew open and at the same time he heard a short, soft chuckle of triumph and the first thing he saw was Hermione's face; her eyes watching him intently, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth and it all came back to him as he looked at her, kneeling beside him, as naked as he was. He sat up quickly, putting his hands around Hermione's upper arms and drawing her down beside him, pulling her close and kissing her.

'Good morning,' he said with a smile as they drew apart.

'I have a feeling it's going to be a whole lot better than good...' murmured Hermione her hand running down the length of his back coming to rest on, 'the sexiest arse in two worlds, Mr Potter,' she told him.

Harry returned the favour, causing Hermione to give a little squeal which made him laugh. 'I think there's a serious challenger here for that particular title, Miss Granger,' he told her, burying his face in the crook of her neck.

'Harry...'

Harry stopped nuzzling her neck just long enough to say 'Yes?'

'Nothing. I just love being able to say your name and hear you answer because it means you're here with me. Harry. I love your name. I love that I can say it while you're kissing me and I love that you're kissing me.' Hermione's fingers were slowly threading their way through his hair. 'I love your hair.' Harry raised his head and looked at her and her hands came round to rest on each side of his face as she gazed into his eyes. 'I love your eyes, too - they're so amazing.'

Harry could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Hermione really loved him - all of him. He thought of last night, then he thought of how he'd woken up this morning and he knew that all he needed to complete his life was lying in his arms. He felt her hand move slowly into the small space between them, her fingers wrapping themselves around his erection which was becoming more insistent about getting some attention by the second. Then he realised the look in Hermione's eyes was the same look he'd seen in her eyes last night when she was taking off her dress and with that memory, the look in her eyes, what she was saying and the things she was doing with her hands, she was driving him crazy.

'Is there anything else you love about me?' his voice a hoarse whisper.

'Oh, yes, Harry, my list is just about endless.'

'I'll listen,' he told her. 'I like this list.'

'Later. On one condition,' she told him, her eyes dropping to his mouth.

'Anything,' Harry said immediately.

'Kiss me, please.'

Rolling over so that he was above her, Hermione brought both her arms up around his neck simultaneously wrapping her legs around Harry.

Harry groaned as he felt his whole length slide into her tight warmth. God she felt unbelievable!

Hermione watched Harry's face, the strength of what she felt seeing him above her, feeling him inside her, rendering her speechless.

Harry opened his eyes and realised there was something he wanted. He wanted to see Hermione on top of him - he wanted to watch her as she came. He told her this as he rolled onto his back, pulling Hermione with him, his hands on her waist, keeping himself inside her. As she settled on top of him he reached out his hand and whispered, 'Accio glasses.'

'I want to see this clearly,' he told her as he put them on.

He settled his hands on her hips, needing her to keep still; he was so aroused, she wouldn't have to do much and it'd be over. She smiled down at him, understanding. Then she leaned forward, reaching out with her arms to once again run her hands down Harry's chest, continuing down the length of his body to where they were joined. When her hands kept going, moving up her own body until both hands were cupping her breasts, Harry's breath caught in his throat. Hermione looked into Harry's eyes as her hands languidly caressed her own breasts, occasionally pinching the nipples between her fingers; her lips were slightly parted, her eyes glowing with desire for him. Sweet Mother of Merlin, he thought, why did we wait so long - why didn't we realise sooner?

He let one hand drift from her hip down to that wonderful little triangle of curls, his eyes not leaving her face. As his thumb slowly rotated over that excruciatingly sensitive little nub he was rewarded with soft moans, the murmuring of his name and the sight of Hermione, her hands now resting on his legs behind her so that she was stretched back, her head thrown back with her hair falling down behind her and her breasts pushed up. When she started to move rhythmically up and down on him he didn't stop her this time, although he barely managed to keep a tight rein on himself; he was determined to watch her come before he'd allow himself to do the same. He knew he'd succeeded when Hermione stiffened, her back arching, her fingers digging into his legs as she cried out. Just seeing her like that was enough to push him over the edge and his hands clamped around her waist as he drove even deeper into her, feeling the ecstasy of release overtake him.

When he opened his eyes, his breathing still uneven, it was to see Hermione smiling down at him, her eyes half closed, looking totally satiated. Interlocking the fingers of both their hands, he pulled her down so that he could kiss her, loving the feel of her breasts on his chest, even now.

'Hermione...'

'Harry...'

They both laughed, Hermione sitting up again.

'Come down here with me,' he told her, so she lifted her leg over and stretched out beside him, her head resting in the crook of his shoulder.

With his free hand he cupped her chin, tilting her head slightly so he could see her eyes. His thumb rubbed gently across her lips as he spoke, 'There are so many things I want to tell you I have no idea where to start.'

'I know exactly what you mean,' she told him with a sigh. 'Why did it take us so long to get around to this?'

'That thought has already passed through my head and I don't know. But I'm so glad we finally did!'

Hermione remembered something then. 'Did Ginny ever come and see you, by the way, or say anything about me, or us, to you?'

'Nooo, but Ron did.'

'Ron? Our Ron? Matchmaking?' Hermione's voice was incredulous.

'I had the feeling he was put up to it though. I mean, it's not really his style. And he's about as subtle as an elephant in a flower patch.'

Hermione laughed. 'So true! Do you know, you're right - he was put up to it - by Ginny! She knew how I felt about you and she said she was going to do something.'

'And Ron knew how I felt about you.' Harry chuckled. 'When do you think we should tell them that their matchmaking efforts were successful?'

'Hmmm... Well, Ginny and Dean are going out for dinner tonight - what if we ask them and Ron and Luna to lunch tomorrow?'

'Sounds fine.' Harry drew her up so he could kiss her. 'And the fact that I probably won't be able to keep my hands off you will be sure to give it away.'

'Do you think?' laughed Hermione. 'And you won't be the only one having trouble keeping your hands to yourself, let me tell you.'

'Feel free to put your hands all over me anytime you want, Miss Granger.'

Hermione found she had to kiss him before she answered him. 'You may regret saying that, Mr Potter.'

'Never!' he retorted, kissing her back.

Hermione became aware of something rather hard pressing against her leg and she looked at him, her eyes wide. 'Harry!' There was a tiny tinge of awe in her voice which he didn't miss.

He raised his eyebrows at her, grinning crookedly. 'Your fault,' he stated.

'Oh really? So does that mean it's up to me to do something about it?'

'Sounds about fair, actually.'

Hermione kissed him again. 'Not until I've had a shower,' she said firmly.

Harry's eyes closed as he murmured, 'Hermione in the shower...'

She dug him in the ribs, causing his eyes to fly open as he exclaimed, 'Hermione! What?!'

'What about me in the shower?' she asked.

He grinned at her with what could only be called lasciviousness!

'Well, I guess I can admit it now,' he said. 'You see, I used to lie here in agony every morning that you had a shower before I did. It was always the same - you'd turn the radio on and I could just hear it. And the sound of the water splashing - I couldn't help myself - I'd lie here and think of you, just the other side of the wall, naked, soapy, wet...'

'And that was agony?'

'No, but the bloody enormous hard-on it gave me was!'

Hermione laughed. 'Ha! Serves you right!'

'What?' cried Harry, a stunned expression on his face.

'It's only fair you suffered because you tortured me nearly every bloody morning!'

'I did? How?'

'That bloody towel. How could you do that to me?'

'Towel?'

'After your shower - you'd come into the kitchen in that bloody towel. It drove me crazy!'

'Really?' Harry couldn't help but look a little smug.

'By the way, I always wondered - did you have anything on underneath it?'

'Let's go have that shower, then head to the kitchen for some breakfast and I'll wear that bloody towel and you can find out for yourself. What do you say?'

'I say let's go.'

TO BE CONTINUED...