Too much love can kill you

Authornote: First I would like to thank my amazing fast betareader Nate






 

3. A little bit ironic

 

Ironic

Well life has a funny way of sneaking
up on you
When you think everything\'s okay and everything\'s going right
And life has a funny way of helping you out when
You think everything\'s gone wrong and everything blows up
In your face
A traffic jam when you\'re already late
A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break
It\'s like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
It\'s meeting the man of my dreams
And then meeting his beautiful wife
And isn\'t it ironic...don\'t thi think
A little too ironic...and yeah I really do think...

 

By Alanis Morisette

 

The sunshine
was falling into the room right into her face. Slowly she blinked her eyes.
There was so much light it was nearly painful. Somehow she had that feeling she
was safe now. Here in her bed, shen’t n’t in any danger. What a strange dream
she had had. It was as if she had actually spoken to him and then to dream that
he was here and did love her. After all he was her friend. Yeah, her best
friend. A small smile appeared on her face. Suddenly this smile faded. The very
first smile in weeks faded away as quickly as it appeared. Hermione was now
aware that someone was holding her tightly with unbelievably warm arms. This
can’t be, can it? Somebody was pressed against her back. With a pang she
realised that she was naked. Once more she closed her eyes and thought that
this has to be a dream. This can’t be true.

Hermione could
feel how his breath was against her skin. She was sure she hadn’t dreamt it. It
had been real. Harry started to move behind her. His hands were moving all over
her body. Lips were travelling over her neck. His lips and his hands were it.
It felt so good but her mind started to work again. She pressed her eyes
tightly shut. Don’t think, please just don’t think. But this nasty
little voice in her head was muttering again and again that this wasn’t right.
Her feelings told her that it wasn’t wrong. It couldn’t be wrong. Instead her
mind shuts up before it starts a new attack like Harry, who was lightly sucking
her neck and at the same time stroking her belly working his way towards her
breasts. First you kill his girlfriend and now you cross the line. How
could this have happened? How did he shut her mind up yesterday? Hermione
didn’t need wait to long to get her answer to that. He was kissing her again on
her lips and she didn’t hesitate to open her mouth.

Gently, too
gently his tongue battled with hers. With her right hand she brought his head
closer to her. Slowly she sat up still kissing him with his hands around her. You
can’t let it happen again. But I need it. Don’t be so selfish.
Carefully she ended this kiss and opened her eyes. In front of her eyes was
Harry’s face. His sleepy eyes were burning into hers. She gulped lightly when
she saw that he wasn’t wearing anything although a blanket did cover his legs
up to his waist. With his thumbs he went slowly over her breasts.  If he
did that any longer she would lose her mind once more. Her feelings would win
again over her mind. Lightly he kissed her shoulder. She took a deep breath.
Harry didn’t make it any easier. Everything he did just made it more difficult
for her.

This was too fast. Yesterday they didn’t talk,
didn’t even look at each other. Only one step in her bedroom changed
everything. How could this happen? How could her own mind lose against her weak
feelings? She knew it. Oh, Hermione knew how this could happen. Six weeks alone
were the reason. Six weeks without hope, without warmth. Now she wasn’t alone
anymore. Now he held her, touched her, even licked her bare skin. But still it
was wrong.  Harry wasn’t supposed to do that. She wasn’t supposed to get
it. This time her mind was stronger than yesterday. “Harry!” she whispered. He
still didn’t stop touching her to let her clear her mind. Lightly she groaned
by this. That was so difficult to say and still he didn’t let her get a clear
mind. It was cloudy and weak against her feelings. “I..I..!” she started again
but all that came out was stuttering. “It’s
all right, Hermione. I’m here.” He interrupted her. His eyes were again
looking straight at her. Her own hand reached after his face and touched his
cheek. At this point she was aware that she didn’t want to let go off him,
not yet.

You’re so
selfish. The voice rings through her mind in the
second his lips meet hers. Maybe this was still her dream. Maybe you want
this too much. Her tongue meets his. She didn’t care now who started it
even though one side of her wanted to stop it. Before she knew what Harry was
doing, she was again on the bed and he was on top of her, holding her erect
nipples between his fingers and rubbing lightly over them. Hermione could feel
how much this aroused her. This was what she wanted. Suddenly she was aware
that he was even more aroused by this. It brought her mind back. You know
it’s wrong! She didn’t kiss back, didn’t run her fingers through his hair,
and didn’t touch his back anymore.

Harry stopped
kissing her lips and instead he was travelling down to her neck. Licking and
sucking her skin there, he moved on to her collarbone. Before she could say
anything one of her breasts was in his mouth. She tried to hold back her moan
but it escaped her throat. “Harry, please…!” Hermione whispered between two
fast breaths. Between her thighs she could feel his hand resting there causing
her breath to come faster. If she didn’t stop him now it would be too late. “Please, st… Oh my god!” He
interrupted her with his finger in her sex. A second one slipped into her
causing her to let out a moan. Slowly he moved his hand. He stopped to suck on
her breasts and then he blew over them. With his open mouth he travelled back
to her face. Her eyes were open as she stared into his. She could read in his
eyes all the wanting, lust and most amazingly of all love. Love for her that
wasn’t possible. Not after what she had done to him. “We..we have to..stop
this!” Hermione managed to say, though it brought her close to insanity. “Why?”
He murmured as he bent down to her face and let a rain of kisses over it. Still
his fingers were in her moving in and out. So damn slow moving. “Because it’s too fast.” “It isn’t too fast.” He answered shortly as he moved from her. Now he laid there
like before with her back to his front.

She knew that
she needed to do something before it was too late. But you want it to be too
late. His erection was pressing against her. With one arm he brought her
closer to him. Now he was only inches away from her entrance. She felt the heat
from him. “We didn’t even talk to each other.” She breathed out as he slid out
his fingers. “We couldn’t talk about pain.” His breath tickled into her ear.
“How you looked at me…!” Her voice was breaking lightly. “I hated it so much
what Voldemort did to us; that he could separate us like that.” Harry whispered hoarsely as he kissed
her once more on her lips. Now her mind shut down completely. With her left
hand she went between her thighs passing his hand there and guided his member
to her waiting entrance. Hermione pulled herself closer to him. Her butt
crushed into his hips and his erection was deep into her. This feeling caused
her to open her mouth wider and allowed Harry’s tongue to explore more of her
warmth.

Slowly he moved
against her with his hand still between her thighs. Still rubbing and teasing
her clit. With every thrust he went faster. Hermione meet his hips as she
started to feel this amazing feeling build up inside of her. His moan was
muffled. All over her breast his hand was gently kneading it. Her muscles
clenched tighter around his erection. Loudly she moaned as she reached her edge.
Her breath was fast but her heartbeat was faster and Harry was still moving
still thrusting into her with such power that it was nearly breath taking.
Seconds later he met his release with one final thrust into her deeper than
before. Lightly she felt how cold sweat was building on her hot body. “It’s
ironic.” Hermione said after several minutes. Harry’s arms were tightly around
her. There was no space between them. “It’s ironic that my mind is so weak
against you.” She went on but he didn’t hear her. His deep breaths told her he
was sleeping.