Second Chances

Authors Note; in this chap theres Harry/Hermione, just to set her up as a sexual and slightly immoral person as she is at the moment, sorry if i ruined the chap with the note but wanted to warn everyone

Hermione sat behind her desk tapping her pencil absentmindedly on the paper in front of her. She stared into space lost in her thoughts. Beside her on the desk were books. Books she knew from cover to cover. She already knew there was no explanation for what had happened to Barty Crouch but that didn’t stop her re-reading them, scouring the pages for anything that might explain it. She believed in order, even in the magical world. Things just didn’t spontaneously happen. They could be the result of something someone had done unwittingly but they could always be traced back.

Not this though. There was no possible way for it to be. Once the Dementors Kiss had been administered the soul was lost. The body remained but the soul was trapped within the Dementor. Lost.

Or so everyone in the wizarding world believed.

She stood and moved to her private bookcase, scanning the spines at random, hoping for a burst of inspiration. She saw a dark spine on the top shelf, one she hadn’t read in a while and she couldn’t remember the subject matter. Reaching up she stood on tip toes and began to edge the book out.

“Need a little help?”

She jumped pulling said book and several others off the shelf so they fell heavily around her. She darted alook over her shoulder and saw Harry stood leaning casually against the doorframe, a slight smirk on his lips.

“Jumpy much?”

“Sorry Harry,” She said smiling embarrassedly at him. “I was up reading til late, as usual.”

“You really gotta get yourself some company ‘Mione.” He said, closing the door. She heard a click and knew he’d locked the door behind him. She bent and picked up the books from the floor dumping them on her desk. He was behind her then, his hands ghosting over shoulders and down her arms, “I can’t be there at night,” His hands moved to her hips and pulled her back hard against him so she could feel every inch of his body pressed against her back, “Though I sometimes wish I could be.”

“Harry we can’t… not again.” She breathed, her eyes drifting shut as his lips moved over her neck. Suddenly he turned her forcefully, lifting her onto the edge of her desk and stepping between her legs, his lips moving over hers, sucking her bottom lips between his.

“I can’t stop ‘Mione.” He replied, his lips close to her ear sending shivers down her spine. “I don’t want to.” His hand moved up her leg, forcing the light material of her skirt up further until his finger tips brushed the sheer material of her underwear. “Do you want me to?”

“But Ginny-”

“Isn’t here is she?” He brushed his tongue along her pulse making her moan, “I want you ‘Mione. I need you right here, right now.”

“Harry,” The word was a breath between them as he took her lips again, the hand that had brushed her underwear now moving with more urgency, pressing her through the barely there material. She felt jolts moving from her core throughout her body and groaned into Harry’s mouth. She pulled him to her harder, ignoring the part of her conscience that was screaming at her that this was wrong, that it had happened once by accident. Doing it now was a real crime, against someone she valued like a sister and herself but it didn’t stop her. She craved this intimate contact. It was all she had now, all she would have for a while. At least until Harry got serious about his life or someone else came along to fill the void that Harry was currently filling.

Harry pressed her back onto her desk, laying her on the paper she’d just being taking notes on. She didn’t care, at this moment she wanted him too. She arched her back as he savagely pulled away her underwear leaving them in tatters on the floor. She heard his zipper go and the head of his engorged member pressing into her. She hissed as her forced into her with one stroke and began to move almost immediately.

She arched herself meeting his thrusts, she felt his hand slipping up under her top until he reached a breast, massaging it before pinching the peaked nipple. She moaned louder, her inner muscles tightening around him. He groaned and moved faster and deeper, his hand retreating from her breast to her centre where he rubbed and pinched her clit making her see stars behind her eyelids. She cried out once, twice, three times and then came clenching around him. She felt him follow her into oblivion seconds later.

She slowly opened her eyes as he shifted off her, pulling out and waving his wand while muttering a few spells. Always be prepared wasn’t necessary when you were a wizard. She sat up and gave him a soft smile. He returned it as he rearranged his clothes before helping her do the same. She was handed back her underwear, repaired thankfully that she pulled on. He helped her off the desk with almost an gentlemanly air. Leaning in his brushed his lips over hers, holding her by her lower back.

“Sometimes I wonder if I’m marrying the wrong woman.” He said against her lips.

“No, you’ve made the right choice. I have to many issues to be a match for you. Ginny on the other hand is just what you need.” She kissed him once more before pulling away. “I didn’t get to ask before but what are you doing here?”

“For someone who’s incredibly bright you can be a little slow on the up take. I think I said it all just a few moments ago.” He said, sitting down in the chair opposite her and leaning back, a roguish grin on his face.

“Apart from that, any other reason than you wanted to fuck me on my own desk?” She asked, arching an eyebrow at him.

“Nope.” He said, still grinning at her.

“Thought so,” She raised her watch and looked at the time, hissing, “Damn, I have to get home.”

“What for?” Harry asked, sitting forward in his seat as she gathered the books from her desk and dropped them into her bag of endless capacity.

“Because, my friend,” She said moving round her desk and dropping a kiss onto his cheek, “I have a visitor coming round to discuss some spells, maybe make a little magic.”

“Trying to make me jealous ‘Mione?” He asked, arching his eyebrow at her this time.

“Nope, it’s totally platonic and not the kind we claim to be.” She said smiling at him, she turned and left the office, hearing her shoes clicking on the floor as she made her way down the corridor and out into the main shop.