It's Not Over

A/N: I finally updated. I hope it’s good. It’s the first piece of sex I’d ever written. Since I made y’all wait so long, I’m posting two chapters today. Enjoy and please REVIEW!!!

I WANNA BE WITH YOU (Mandy Moore)

I try but I can't seem to get myself
To think of anything but you
Your breath on my face
Your warm gentle kiss, I taste the truth
I taste the truth

We know what I came here for
So I won`t ask for more

I wanna be with you
If only for a night
To be the one whose in your arms
Who holds you tight
I wanna be with you
There's nothing more to say
There's nothing else I want more than to feel this way
I wanna be with you

She stared from a top of him. She looked like a lioness pouncing on her mate. She had a fire in her eyes that he never saw before. He was surprised that his Hermione was attracted to him like that.

Her eyes glistened with tears. She bent down and kissed him softly. She placed her small hands on his muscled chest and kissed him harder. He wrapped his arms around her waist. This time, her tongue was begging for entrance and Harry willingly obliged. She rocked back and forth on top of him and she could feel him harden at that her pelvis rubbing against his crotch. He moaned against her mouth. His tongue slowly traced her lips as she pulled away from him.

She smiled. She started to unzip her blue jumper and his green eyes widened in anticipation. She unzipped it completely to reveal a black lace bra. She arched her back and caressed her breasts. On hand slowly slid down her toned stomach to her jeans. Harry grabbed her wrists and pulled her down on top of him. He took his glasses off and tossed them on the night stand. She smiled at him again, this time chewing on her bottom lip.

“Didn’t I tell you what that does to me ‘Mione?” he asked huskily. He barely recognized his own voice. She licked her lips and bent down to kiss him. He rolled on top of her and peered down to drink in the sight of her shirtless on his bed. A million things were running through his head, but none of that seemed to matter. He kissed her lips again, softly. He gently started placing kisses along her jaw-line, on her neck. He sucked her on her neck leaving a nasty red mark. Her fingernails dug into his back as his hand caressed her breast. She knew that she was hurting him, but she didn’t care. His touch felt too good. He started to kiss the top her breasts and then stopped.

“Are you sure?” his eyes pleading her to say that she was.

She could barely utter a sound. Instead, she just shook her head in affirmation.

He pushed her hair back and kissed her again, harder this time. He left her lips to leave a trail of kisses along her jaw line and her neck, marking her as his along the way. He started to kiss her clavicle and gently nipped at it. Hermione arched her head back. Her fingers were tangled in her hair. She let a soft moan escape her lips. Harry smiled against her skin. One of his hands snaked around her back and tried to unclasp and nonexistent clasp.

“Bloody contraption,” he said kissing the top of her left breast.

She leaned in and cupped her breasts. “Torture devices, love.” With that she unclasped the front of her black lace bra.

Harry couldn’t breathe. He was gasping for air. He wanted to touch every inch of her. He wanted to taste every bit of her. He looked up at her, “You’re beautiful. You’re absolutely fucking gorgeous.”

She bit on her lower lip again. She had a million things running through her head. She decided this was no time to be shy and let it all go. “You have too many clothes on.”

She stripped him of this shirt and threw it in the general direction of her jumper. She placed her hands on his toned chest. One wouldn’t have thought that this lanky man was well built. All those years of playing Quidditch and training for the War made him into this Adonis. He was handsome, more handsome than he gave himself credit for. His green eyes sparkled as he looked hungrily at her. She was his. She would always be his.

She slid her bra off and she pressed her bare chest against this muscular one. She captured his lips and kissed him roughly. His hands clumsily fidgeted with her jeans as he slid them off along with her black lace panties. She expertly got him out of his khaki shorts and boxers

Harry gazed up and down her body. Her breasts were perfect, not too big, not too small. Just perfect. He could feast on them all day. He gently bent down and took her brown pebble in her mouth. He flicked his tongue on it and twirled it around her taunt nipple. She gasped and moaned. His tongue felt so good, like heaven. He felt bad for neglecting the other one. With a slight pop, he transferred his tongue on to the neglected nipple while he pinched and twisted the other one. Hermione gasp at the pain and pleasure that Harry was inflicting on her. He didn’t stop. He continued to do what he was doing. Hermione couldn’t take it anymore. She wanted something inside her. She snaked her hand down her defined stomach and felt her curls. She was dripping wet. Gods she wanted him to touch her there. She finally felt the wetness. It was so good. Harry pushed her hand away.

“That my job,” he whispered against her lips. He captured them for another heart melting kiss. His nimble fingers left her breast and made it’s way down to her wet curls. She moaned against his mouth when he finally touched her outer lips. He slowly traced them with his index finger.

Harry’s index finger slipped into her folds while he sucked on her nipple. She clenched around his finger. “So wet ‘Mione. All for me.”

“Yes love, all for you. Harry…” she moaned. “I can’t…. I need you inside me. Now Harry.” She moaned again. He didn’t stop his ministrations. “Please,” she begged. “Fuck me Harry. I want to feel you inside of me.”

Hermione telling Harry to fuck her almost unnerved him. He inserted another finger inside of her. His fingers slid in and out drenching themselves in her juices while he rubbed his thumb over her clit. He removed his mouth from her breasts as her nails dug into his back

“Harry, please!” She begged again, “I need your dick inside of me!” She was arching her back underneath him.

“Oh fuck Hermione.” He got up off of her and positioned himself at her entrance. He grinned wickedly. “I need to taste you.”

He spread her legs so that she was wide open for him. Her wetness glistened in the sparsely light room. There was a look of hunger in her eyes. He slowly bent his down and finally breathed in her scent. He licked his lips in anticipation. He hungrily dove into her. His tongue traced her outer lips while his nose nudged her clit. She was shuddering under him. His tongue dove into her wet pussy while his fingers spread her out even more for him.

She grabbed his damn hair and pulled him up. “As good as that feels love, your dick, inside me now!”

He bent down and kissed her. “You talk to much,” he said against her lips. She could taste herself from his kiss and eagerly attacked his mouth. Her tongue roamed all over his mouth and before she knew what hit her, he plunged into her.

“Oh Merlin! Fuck!” she cried. She broke the kiss and moaned louder than she ever had. Harry grunted against her neck. She could faintly make out the fucks that escaped his mouth every now and again.

She felt that pressure in the pit of her stomach. She felt like she was gonna explode. Harry looked at Hermione’s ecstacy filled face and smiled. This is how he wanted it. This is how he always wanted it. He wanted her under him, on top of him and in every other position possible. It was just sex that wanted from her. It was love.

“Harder...faster.” she pleaded with him.

He obliged. “I don’t know how much longer...”

“Oh gods, Harry. I’m gonna cum.” She grabbed his ass and plunged him deeper inside of her. With a loud scream she came, harder than any she had ever experienced.

Within moments, Harry came too. “I love you Hermione,” he said as he came in her. He collapsed on top of her and she held him tightly. She didn’t want him to move out of her, but she knew he couldn’t stay on top of her all night. He rolled off of her and pulled her close to him. With a quick ‘Scourify’ spell he cleaned them off.

She grabbed the covers at the foot of the bed and pulled them over the two of them. Harry was snoring lightly and she smiled. She never thought that they would ever share a bed, romantically. She thought about the past a lot. She thought of how he saved her from that troll in first year, then he basilisk in second, Remus and the Whomping Willow in third and so on. She thought of how he saved her from Voldemort himself.

There she was by James and Lily’s graves and she knew he was there. Voldemort was there. He laughed at her. He called her a ‘mudblood.’ Harry wasn’t his worst nightmare, Hermione was. Voldemort could feel the love radiating from her and Harry. He could feel passion and understanding. He could feel love.

It was in that one moment that Voldemort let love control him that became his downfall. Harry was behind him. Hermione was in front of him. She saw Harry’s eyes glow in the darkness and in unison they screamed ‘Avada Kedavra’ and Voldemort was no more. Of course his Deatheaters still ran rampant, but he couldn’t hurt them anymore. As much as Harry had wanted to leave that life behind, he couldn’t and wouldn’t let Deatheaters run loose. He had become and Auror and with Tonks’ help, he was one of the best, if not the best.

It was because of him that she became an Unspeakable. After everything that happened in the Department of Mysteries in sixth-year, she had been intrigued about what else was held there.

She continued to watch him as sleep was slowly overtaking her. She kissed his forehead and drifted off into her dreams.

So I`ll hold you tonight
Like I would if you were mine
To hold forever more
And I`ll saver each touch that I wanted
So much to feel before (To feel before)
How beautiful it is
Just to be like this

Oh baby
I can`t fight this feeling anymore
It drives me crazy when I try to
So call my name
Take my hand
Make my wish
Baby, your command?