Saving your life

His body felt light, like he was floating, and he was starting to feel dizzy. He blinked once, twice, three times, and then the darkness was gone.
He looked around and noticed he was in his dining room, and sitting at the other side of the table was Hermione.

He could see she was talking animatedly, but her voice sounded far, far away. He noticed the fire in her eyes, her lips moving as she smiled. Slowly, the sound grew louder, and he could finally hear what she was saying.

“…but I was so distracted I added the powdered hellebore before stirring, and the whole thing just blew up and covered me in this grey mud,” she said laughing. “It was disgusting.”

He felt his lips twitch and a smile form there as he listened to her; he hadn’t heard many people talk about potions so cheerfully, so passionately. He was pleasantly surprised at how easy it was to talk to her; the subject didn’t really matter, she was an incredibly intelligent witch, who knew a lot and was eager to learn more.

They ate and talked about many things, potions, charms, spells, and curses, and she seemed especially interested in occlumency, but they didn’t stop talking when they finished dinner. He felt strangely comfortable around her.

After what must have been hours they fell silent for a moment, just looking at each other, and he couldn’t help wonder why she was there, with him. Suddenly she took a deep breath, got up, walked to his side and sat on his lap. She kissed him deeply then, and by the time they parted they were both out of breath.

“I have a surprise for you,” she whispered by his ear before standing again, taking his hand and pulling him to her.

“What is it?” he asked intrigued, kissing her again.

“Come,” she whispered, smiling, and then walked out of the room.

He followed her into his bedroom but she stopped as she reached the bathroom door.

“Close your eyes,” she said and after a few seconds, he did so.

He heard the door open as she took his hand, leading him inside. There was an exotic scent in the air, but he couldn’t quite place it. When she finally asked him to open his eyes, again he almost gasped. The floor was covered in white petals and dozens of small silver candles were floating in midair, the only light in the room. He turned around to face her when he heard the door close again, but before he could say a word, she crushed her lips to his, her hands on his hair, pulling him to her.

After a few moments she broke the heated kiss and took a few steps back, a smile on her lips as her hands moved to her sides, slowly lifting her top. Without taking her eyes off him, she unclasped her bra and grinned as she saw him lick his lips, enjoying the show.
She moved one hand to her hair and let it fall freely around her shoulders before unzipping her shirt with the other. Soon the rest of her clothes were lying on the floor too, and she walked back over to where he was standing.

She unbuttoned his robes and let them pool around his feet before kissing him passionately, her fingers now working on his shirt. She moved her lips down as she undid the buttons, kissing the exposed skin before pushing the shirt down his broad shoulders.
She stepped even closer then, and he could feel her hard nipples pressed against his bare chest. Her hands were busy on his belt, then his trousers, and his underwear at last, while her lips teased him everywhere, but as soon as they both stood naked, she stopped.
Giving him a sexy half smile, she stepped into the tub, and then motioned for him to follow. He stood behind her and slowly they both sat down. She leaned back against him, her head resting on his shoulder.

“Do you like it?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

“Yes,” he said, and with a hand in her hair, he pulled her head back and kissed her passionately.

He let his hands roam freely, touching every bit of skin he could reach while his lips, now on her earlobe, made her start to moan. As his hands moved closer to her core, he felt her spread her legs further apart and lift her hips, trying to get him there faster. He smiled at that and decided to tease her a little, but soon one of her hands was on top of his, making him go where she wanted him. She groaned loudly when he finally relented and slipped one of his fingers inside of her, his thumb rubbing on her clit. Her arm snaked back between them and she carefully wrapped her hand around his hardness, moving it up and down, making his fingers move faster in return.

The feeling of her hand around his length was amazing, but he knew her arm probably hurt, so he gently took her hand in one of his own and made her move it away, pulling her flush against his chest the next second. Her free hands were then buried in his hair, pulling his lips closer to her neck as his fingers moved faster inside of her, and soon he felt her muscles contract around him, her hips bucking as she moaned his name out loud.

He gave her a few moments to calm down, her breathing going back to normal, before he stood up and stepped out of the tub, taking her hand pulling her to him. With his hands on her hips, he kissed her deeply, and then pushed her hard against the tiled wall, grinding his erection against her, both moaning at the feeling. He lifted her up then, and she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck as she nibbled on his earlobe. Careful not to fall he opened the door, walked with her into the bedroom and then made his way to the bed.

As soon as they were both lying on the bed she flipped them over and straddled his hips as she pinned both his arms above his head with one of her hands for a few moments. He could’ve easily stopped her, but he liked the way she was behaving; she hadn’t taken control like that before.
He felt her hands on his body, carefully tracing every muscle, every scar. She was moving slow, taking her time, her soft lips on his mouth, on his neck, on his chest. When she started moving down he felt his heart speeding up
.
He gasped when she wrapped her fingers around his erection for the second time that night, only now he didn’t stop her. He groaned as her hand moved up and down, and he could see the smug smile on her face at his reaction. He closed his eyes and pushed his head back as the rhythm increased, and he knew if she kept it up he wouldn’t last much longer.

She must have sensed it too, because she stopped stroking at the last possible second and he grunted at the loss, his hips still bucking wildly. She moved back up his body, slowly, giving him time to calm down, and then she straddled him again and in one sudden move, he was inside of her. They both moaned at the sensation and after just a few seconds, she started moving.

Her head was pushed back, her hair wild around her face. Her cheeks were flushed, her mouth slightly open and her eyes closed. She moved up and down his length, trying to find her rhythm, but was moving too slow for his taste.
He started to thrust his hips upwards, forcing himself deeper, but she placed both hands on his hips, keeping him in place as she moved. He let one of his hands travel to her breasts, fondling one and then the other as his free hand moved lower, his thumb teasing her clit. Soon he felt her muscles contracting around him, her breathing hard as she reached her orgasm, but she was moving much too slow for him to feel it too.

He waited patiently until she came back down, but the second she did, he flipped them over again, lifting her legs over his shoulders and burying himself deep inside her. His thrusts were deep and fast, and as he neared his climax, he felt her moan loudly, her body writhing under his. He kissed her deeply as he drove into her hard, muffling her groans as they both came at the same time.

It felt like it lasted forever, but finally they stopped moving. They were both panting and he kissed her again before rolling off her. He lay on his back next to her, both basking in the afterglow, and after a few moments, he snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her to him, her back to his chest, pushing her hair away so he could nuzzle her soft skin. He felt so tired he could barely keep his eyes open.

“I love you,” he heard her whisper sleepily, and instead of being surprised he just found himself answering, “I love you too,” before finally closing his eyes.

His eyes shot open, fear and surprise mixed on his face as he looked around, feeling dizzy again. He was in his lab, lying on the floor. It took him a few moments to understand what had just happened, but the empty goblet in his hand made it clear.

“So it works,” he mumbled, not as pleased as he thought he would be.