Betrayal

Chapter 8

Hermione tore down the staircase and out the porthole, forgetting that she was nearly naked underneath her robe. She ran wildly down hallways before she stopped by a statue of a knight and sobbed with her head against the wall. A breeze from behind her reminded her that she had no clothes on and was in a very public place. She looked around quickly and found a set of doors. She hurried over to them and burst through hoping desperately that the room would be empty. It was.

Harry had turned the corner just in time to see Hermione disappear into a set of doors. He was in his invisibility cloak so she had not seen him. Basketball had proven to be quite boring, especially after playing quidditch for six and a half years, so he had left early and was on his way back to the common room. He thought he had heard someone crying and was making his way towards the sound when he spotted her. He walked over towards the doors and eased one open.

Harry saw Hermione sitting on a large sofa, weeping softly. She had her robe wrapped around her tightly and her body shook with every breath she took. She was thinking of how much she hated Ron when she noticed Harry staring at her in the doorway. "H-Harry...what are you doing here? Shut the door, quickly!" She hissed, wrapping the robe around her tighter still. Harry shut the door and went over to sit next to her on the sofa.

"Hermione, what's wrong? What happened?" Huge tears were streaming down her red, puffy cheeks and she looked devastated.

"Ron just broke up with me!" She leaned into his shoulder and began to cry harder.

"What? Why?" He couldn't believe his ears. As he put his arm around her shoulder he looked down and gasped. He could see her bare breasts beneath very thin black material through an opening in the top of her robe. "What are you wearing?" His heartbeat sped up; he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Hermione was too upset to keep wrapping her robe around her and let it fall open a little wider.

"I-I tried to- I don't know what I was thinking. I thought if he saw me like this, he wouldn't be so...but he still was and he told me to get out and never come back! He said we were through! Oh, Harry, what's wrong with me? Why doesn't he want me?"

She stopped crying and took in a deep, unsteady breath, looking miserably down at the opening in her robe. Harry knew he should let go of her after seeing what she was wearing, but he could not. He began to rub the top of her arm in a consoling, yet enticing manner.

"Hermione, nothing is wrong with you, believe me." She looked up into his eyes. "It's Ron who has some serious issues here. I don't know how he couldn't-couldn't want-I don't have a clue as to what was going through his mind when he said those things." And he didn't. If Ron had been able to refuse what Harry was seeing before him, then he must have lost his mind. He must not be human; she was absolutely without a doubt the sexiest thing he had ever seen. He was beginning to get very turned on as he noticed that she was not making any movements away from him at that moment.

Hermione felt the sexual tension between them as she looked in his eyes. She was still very aroused from being with Ron, and the anger and frustration she felt seemed to charge through her body like electricity. Harry was so good-looking, and she could see in his eyes that she turned him on. Why couldn't Ron look at her like that? Harry made her feel sexy and desirable. Ron made her feel ugly and dirty. She hated him with all her being.

Without thinking she reached up, placed her hand firmly on his chest, and then ran it down to his stomach and back up. It felt warm and hard. She could his heart beating wildly beneath her palm. Harry couldn't believe what was happening. The heat between their bodies was intense and when she touched his chest his groin ached painfully, almost jealously. But she was Ron's girlfriend, he couldn't...do this. But he wanted her so badly; this was the very thing he had fantasized about since the end of last year. And, he reminded himself, Ron had broken up with her. He had treated her like crap and didn't deserve her. She deserved someone who would make her feel good in every possible way.

He gave in and leaned down kissing her passionately on the lips. She received the kiss hungrily and allowed his tongue to slide into her mouth and explore her own. He reached his free hand inside her robe and began caressing her inner thigh. She spread her legs a little wider to allow his hand further range, which it took advantage of immediately. Their breathing became quicker as they kissed harder and faster. He leaned over pushing her gently back on the sofa and positioned himself half on top of her and half beside her. Hermione slid one arm around the back of his neck, grabbed a handful of hair and pressed his head firmly against her, kissing him harder ad deeper than ever. She brought the other hand down to the hard bulge beneath his jeans and used it to massage him firmly and purposefully. He groaned loudly into her mouth and began kissing first her neck and then finding his way to her breasts. He treated each one with a firm gentleness as he sucked her nipples and flicked them with his tongue.

Hermione arched her back as she leaned up into him. His hand traveled up her thigh and made contact with the panties underneath her negligee. He gently pushed the thin material aside and slipped his fingers into the moist depth, finding his target immediately. Hermione cried out and her hips bucked slightly. She clutched his hair harder, not wanting him to stop. She writhed beneath his touch, caught up in ecstasy, momentarily forgetting his stiff mass. She used both hands to bring his head up to hers and kissed him violently. His hand movements became faster and more forceful as did her whimpers of pleasure. She finally shuddered, pulled her head away from his, and gasped loudly.

Harry smiled down at Hermione as pleasure overcame her. She was breathing heavily with her eyes closed. She opened them and saw Harry staring at her. "That was amazing," she whispered leaning in to kiss him and returning her hand to where it had been before she had lost control. She fumbled with the zipper for a moment before finally getting it down. She spread the flaps as far apart as they would go before caressing the bulge, which was already as hard as a rock. He grabbed her hand and gently pushed it away.

"That's good, unless you don't want to..." She stared at him for a moment, not knowing what he meant. "Hermione, do you want me to stop?" He asked her huskily, looking as if it would take every ounce of willpower he had to stop but also like he would if she just said the word.

"Oh, god, no Harry. Please don't stop. I need you." He sat up immediately and undressed himself. She did he same.

Harry climbed between her legs and kissed her for a moment before looking her directly in the eyes and asking "Are you sure?"

"Yes. I want this." She said firmly. So he entered her quickly and she cried out with pleasure. His skillful thrusts were long and hard. She wrapped her legs around his waist and bit his shoulder to stifle her cries. It was only a few minutes before she was overcome with a second wave of intense pleasure, and then a third when he finally reached his climax. When it was over he laid on top of her with his head in her neck breathing hard. She clutched him, still reeling from the experience.

"I never knew it could be like that," said Hermione breathlessly.

"Neither did I." They stayed embraced like that for ten minutes before he eased off her and sat up. He was beginning to put his shirt on when he remembered that she did not have any decent clothing with her. Hermione has just slipped back into the see-through negligee and was fumbling with her panties when he held out his t-shirt. She looked grateful and put it on. It came down just above her knees thankfully covering what her thong didn't. They huddled beneath his invisibility cloak, clutched each other's hand, and snuck back to the common room, hoping that no one was there.