Anything for Love

Chapter 10

I am suddenly awakened by a god-awful pain
in my right arm. It feels like someone is sticking a million needles in and out
of the flesh. I roll over to see a large mass of brown curls lying haphazardly over
said arm. I can’t help but sm Her Hermione. We made love last night. Oh God,
did we. It was wonderful. She was wonderful. I lean closer to her and bury my
nose in her hair. That’s the smell I love.

I gently run my fingers through her curls.
I love her hair. God, I love everything about her; even the fact that her head
is laying on my arm and cutting off the circulation. I don’t care as long as
she is here. My arm could be falling off and I wouldn’t care. She is lying in
my arms. Naked. I grin inwardly. I have a gloriously naked woman, lying in my
bed, in my arms. Well, not just any woman… but Hermione.

I decided that the blood loss to my arm
was becoming severely painful and tried to pull my arm gently from under her
head. She shifts suddenly and rolls over toward me. She is beautiful. Her eyes
are closed, dark eyelashes lying on her freckled cheeks. Her warm red lips are
parted slightly, enticing me. I lean forward and softly brush my lips across
hers. The energy that flows in that small touch makes me forget the painful numbness
in my arm.

Brown eyes slowly open and look deep into
mine. “Good morning.” Her voice is like sweet music to my ears, low and raspy
from sleep. Damn, she sounds sexy in the morning.

“Morning,” I reply as I kiss her softly
again.

“Hmmm, I could get used to this,” she
whispers as she nuzzles herself into my chest. Her body fits so perfectly to
mine, and my body is undoubtedly enjoying the feel of her skin against mine. My
other brain decides that he wants to play and jerks slightly, nudging her hip.
I feel like such a pervert. All she is doing is lying next to me and I have a
hard-on that could kill a horse.

There is a mischievous glint in her eye as
she snakes her hand between our bodies and grasps my shaft. Oh Gods. She’s
stroking me… No, I can’t handle this. It feels too good, if that is possible.

“I see someone else wanted to say ‘Good
Morning,’” she grins. When did she become a vixen? The Hermione I remember was
always soft-spoken and shy when it came to sex. Now she’s discussing my manhood
as a third pers…

What was I saying? How can I concentrate
when she… Oh Gods. Hermione’s warm hands are all over my body, but one is
mainly focusing on little Harry, or not-so-littlery, ry, as the case may be
right now. My lips search for hers. I don’t know what I am kissing, maybe her
eyelid, or maybe her hairline. I don’t care. I can’t open my eyes. I’m afraid
if I open them, that this would all be a dream and she would be gone.

“Harry?”
Her voice is a whisper. I can barely hear it.

I open my eyes and see her beautiful brown
eyes searching mine. “Hmmm?” I answer, not trusting my voice beyond that.

“I want to make love to you again.”

What am I supposed to say to that? I would
make love to her anytime, day or night, if she wanted. I pull her closer to me
and cover her lips with mine. She tastes wonderful and feels even better. She
is still warm from sleep and the feel of her naked skin against mine shoots a
surge of arousal to my groin and a rush of love to my heart. My chest is aching
with the love I feel right now for the woman in my arms.

She pulls herself up so she is half lying
on me, my once trapped arm, is now feeling pins and needles again as the blood
rushes back to my fingers. I try to ignore the pain and run my hands up and
down her sides. A slight moan escapes from the back of her throat and I am
lost. All I can feel is her - Her body, her skin, her lips, her tongue. Hmmmm.
I could definitely get used to this.

After a few moments she pulls away from my
lips and straddles my waist. Her moist center is rubbing over the length of my
erection. Oh damn, she is so hot. Her face is etched with pleasure. Her yes are
burning into mine with such intensity. I love her. I honestly, truly, deeply e the this woman. I would gladly give her everything her heart desires if she
could just look at me this way everyday. My hands lift her hips so that I am
positioned at her entrance. Before I can help her down, she drops and I am
sheathed in her warmth. We both moan at the sensation and I decide that this is
where I want to be all day long. I couldn’t care less about the outside world,
as long as I could make love to Hermione.

My body is tingling everywhere her soft
hands touch – my side, my chest, my face, my arms. It feels like she is
touching all those places at once. I grab her hips again and rock her against
my pubic bone. God, I love the way she sounds. The little mewls and moans are
driving me closer to… Oh… Oh… I can feel her orgasm starting as she squeezes me
tighter. Her moans are louder and she calling my name. My name. It sounds
wonderful coming from her lips.

“Oh… Harry!” she screams as she throws her
head back and bucks against me, her body shuddering with her release. The
intensity of the beauty before me, and the joy I feel at knowing that this is
all because of me, causes me to follow her into bliss. I breathe her name as my
body lets go. I have never had such intense orgasms before. She is a goddess.

She is lying on top of me and I wrap her
tightly in my arms. With a light kiss to her forehead I whisper, “I love you. I
always have.”

I look at her, her brown eyes staring
intensely into mine again. She smiles but I see tears forming in the corners of
those beautiful eyes. “Love, please don…”

She shushes me with a finger to my lips.
“I love you too, Harry. I am sorry for not following my heart during sixth
year. I should have been with you, not R…”

“Hermione, you had better not be sorry.”
OK so that came out wrong. “I mean, if you and I would have gotten together
then, you would not have Arthur or Candace. You would probably be burned out
working at the Ministry, and there would have been a higher chance that I may
not have been there for you.” She is looking at me strangely.

“Harry,
I don’t understand. Why wouldn’t you have been there?”

My heart aches at even the thought of
this, but I have to say it. “If Voldemort would have known that I had feelings
for you, you would have been a bigger target than you were. He could have used
you to get to me. I could have been distracted by you and lost focus on him. I
would have died for you if I had to.” My eyes are filling with tears and I
struggle to hold them back. I can hear my voice cracking.

She wraps her arms around me and pulls
herself tighter to me. I love how she fits in my arms. How we fit together
perfectly. Hermione lifts her head and I think she is going to kiss me, but instead
she reaches up and kisses my tears away. As she settles back to look at me, I
realize that we are still joined intimately and I am hardening again, inside
her. She smiles at me as she rolls her hips. Witchy woman.

I
make love with her once again, long and slow. After what seems like hours, she
is lying next to me, spent. If I were to look in the mirror right now, I
guarantee that I would see the stupidest grin known to man plastered on my
face. I can’t help smiling. I am happy, truly happy for the first time in my
life.

My
fingers run absently through her silky tresses that are spread over my chest. I
try to think of anyway to describe the way I’m feeling. My mind is so filled by
her, that all I can feel is peace, contentment… love. I sigh deeply and she
looks at me questioningly.

I can’t
help but smile as I push a few stray tendrils behind her ear. “I am madly in
love with you, Hermione. I have never felt like this before. You were definitely
worth the wait.” My lips are suddenly crushed in a sweet kiss. Her lips are
soft and she tastes of mint. My heart is overflowing and I feel like a lovesick
puppy, or at least this is what I think a lovesick puppy feels like. I nuzzle
my face in her hair and trail butterfly kisses across her neck.

“If
you keep that up, Mr. Potter, we will never get out of this bed.” She teased.
That’s fine by me.

“That
sounds reasonable,” I retort placing more deliberate kisses across her
collarbone. Suddenly she pushes me away, laughing.

“Harry,
we can’t. Not again. I know I’ll be walking funny as it is.” I can’t help but
chuckle at her and the idea of her walking like an old American cowboy. She gets
up from the bed and I am presented with the most gorgeous view of her body. The
sunlight creeping in my window has cast a glow across her skin and the reflection
through her hair, makes her look like an angel. My angel.

I
stand up beside her and wrap my arms around her, holding her close. I don’t
want to let her go. I feel cold without her in my arms. “Harry,” she said as
she looked toward the clock. “I need to go. I am supposed to meet Ron at the
Burrow. We’re telling the kids today.” Her voice is soft and I can hear the anxiety
and pain behind it.

My
heart is breaking for her. How is she supposed to explain this to a nine-year-old
and a three-year-old? I wish I could go with her, be there for her, but that
would not be a good idea, yet. “Do you want me to get a couple rooms ready for
them? Unless you don’t want to stay here.” I look down at my feet, I really
need to trim my toenai…

She
lifts my chin so I can look her in the eye. “I would like that, Harry. I will
bring them back with me. Alright?”

I
nod. But then a thought rushes through my mind, and I am talking before I even
know it. “Do you want me to let Candace use your room or do you want another
one for her?” I mentally slap myself in the forehead. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

Hermione
chuckles at my discomfiture and places a hand on my cheek. “No matter how much
I would love to share your room Harry, I think it might be too soon for the
kids to understand. Let’s make another room for Candace. This way when I do
move into your room, we will have a guest room, so no one has to sleep on that
lumpy couch down there.” She is teasing me. I loved sleeping on that lumpy
couch, because it meant that she was in my bed. She smiles again and adds, “It
would also provide a nice place for you to sleep when I kick you out of the bed
for being a prat.”

I can’t
believe she said that. She stands on her tiptoes and lightly kisses my cheek.
Before I know it she is in the bathroom and the water is running for her bath.
I stare at the door for a long while before I start to dress. As I am slipping
my boxers on, I see Hermione’s face in the doorway. “Aren’t you going to join
me?”

Did
she really have to ask that question? I slip my boxers back off and saunter
into the bathroom. That’s right, I sauntered. I felt good. I had the woman of
my dreams beckoning me, and it made me feel empowered. I softly closed the door
to the bathroom, and you can imagine the rest.

* A/N – this is NOT the end. I have at least 5 or 6 more
chapters planned, could be more. Thank you for all the wonderful reviews. I
love them all.