6th Year Surprises

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A/N: Hehe, in this chappy it gets A LOT more interesting!

Chapter 5:
Getting Closer

“Harry, kiss me…” Hermione whispered so quietly that Harry could barely even hear her.

“What?” Harry replied just as quietly.

“Kiss me,” Hermione repeated, but never as a command, more as in, if he wanted he could, if he didn’t want to, he didn’t have to.

“You want me to kiss you?” Harry asked. They were both still talking with the same whisper.

“Yes,” Hermione continued, looking into his eyes, her lips partly open, longing for a kiss.

“Harry, I love you, kiss me, please,” Hermione whispered breathlessly. “Mione, I love you too,” Harry replied with the same whisper, meaning what he said with his whole heart, as he leaned in and kissed her slowly.

Hermione kissed back, all her passion and love in her kiss. Harry continued to kiss her with all the passion, love, and desire in his heart, as he held her closer to him, continuing to run his fingers through her hair. Hermione moaned softly, enjoying all the different feelings that were running through her veins, at that moment, their souls were connecting. Harry felt better than he had ever felt in his life. He felt as if the hole in his heart was suddenly filling up. The realization that there is someone in this world that cared about him so much. He knew it from her kiss. She poured all her love into her kiss, just as he had.

Harry finally felt wanted, and he finally felt that his life was worth living, for this beautiful, amazing girl that stood in front of him. Harry loved her more than anything, and just now he was realizing that he needed even more than he ever thought he did. This was a different kind of need. The kind of need, that when you finally get it, it fills all the empty spaces in your heart. The kind of need, that when you don’t have it, you just can’t survive any longer. Harry loved Hermione, and she loved him back. That was the only thing in this world that mattered anymore.

Harry licked Hermione lips, asking for entry into her mouth. Hermione moaned softly, and gave him just what he had been longing for. Harry slipped his tongue into her mouth, as their tongues dueled. The amount of passion in that kiss could be dangerous. So much, that it could not exist in one place at one time, but Harry and Hermione proved that wrong.

They slowly broke the kiss to catch their breath, as they opened their eyes. Hermione looked into Harry’s eyes and saw the same things she was feeling. Passion, Desire, Longing, and most of all… Love… all the love in the world.

“G-d that felt good,” Hermione whispered, catching her breath.

“Better than you’ll ever know,” Harry whispered back, still holding her in his arms.

Harry and Hermione stood there, just gazing into each other’s eyes, for what seemed like hours.

“Harry, stay here with me tonight, I don’t want to be alone,” Hermione whispered.

Harry nodded, “Sure,” he whispered, as he kissed her again, wanting to feel his lips on hers once more. Hermione moaned softly, leaning into him and deepening the kiss.

The kiss was slowly broken, which was disappointing to Harry and Hermione, but they had to breathe sometime.

“So Mione, do you still want me to stay here for the night, or will you be ok by yourself?” Harry asked her.

“Stay with me, this is all new for me, I feel safer when you’re here,” Hermione replied.

Harry smiled, “I love you, Mione, I really really do,” Harry whispered.

Hermione smiled back lovingly, “I love you too, Harry,” Hermione whispered back.

After a few moment of looking into each other’s eyes, Harry spoke up quietly, “Ok, so I’ll go to my room and change into some clothes that I can sleep in,” Harry told her as he walked through the connecting door into his room.

The room was identical to Hermione’s, with the same gorgeous view of the lake, and the same enchanted ceiling. Harry changed into some more comfortable clothes. Harry walked back into Hermione’s room and she had already changed, and was sitting on her bed.

Harry walked over to the bed, “I can sleep on the sofa…” Harry started.

“You can, but you won’t,” Hermione smiled, “There’s no point in staying here at all if you’re going to sleep on the sofa, come here,” Hermione whispered.

“Are you sure?” Harry asked nervously.

Hermione laughed, “Harry, I trust that you won’t shag me in my sleep, come here,” she smiled.

Harry smiled, “I wont touch you,” he whispered.

“Well then that’s no fun,” Hermione said giggling, “Come here already,” she laughed.

Harry grinned and climbed onto the bed next to her.

“A little closer,” she whispered, sliding closer to him, “Harry, relax,” she whispered, laying her head on his chest, and running her fingers through his silky, jet black hair. Harry sighed happily, wrapping his arms around her, and stroking her cheek. He was beginning to relax more now that she was in his arms.

Harry kissed Hermione passionately, cupping her chin with his hand. As she continued to run her fingers through his hair, she kissed back, deepening the kiss. Harry licked her lips, asking for entry. She moaned softly, and opened her mouth slightly, as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer to her, and cupping his cheek. Harry moaned as he felt himself getting hard. They slowly broke the kiss to catch their breath.

“You’re so hot,” Harry whispered breathlessly.

Hermione smiled, “Harry, you’re hotter than anyone else in this whole world,” she whispered back.

Harry smiled back at her, “But you’re hotter…” he whispered, kissing her jaw and slowly moving down to her neck.

Hermione breathed heavily, “Harry, I love you so much…” she whispered between breaths. Hermione felt his hot breath on her neck as he spoke.

“I love you too, Mione, more than you’ll ever know,” he whispered back, licking her neck, and then beginning to suck on it gently.

“Harry, kiss me again,” Hermione whispered, breathing heavily, barely getting the words out through her moans. Harry kissed her with all the passion in the world. Their desire for each other was becoming overwhelming.

“Touch me, Harry… Please touch me,” Hermione whispered quietly through her panting.

“What?” Harry whispered, a bit surprised.

Hermione nuzzled his neck, “I said touch me,” she whispered even quieter.

“Mione, what do you want me to do?” Harry whispered back to her, not sure of exactly what she wanted, and not wanting to do anything that would upset her.

“Touch me, Harry,” her words were barely heard, as she took his hand and put it between her legs over her pants, her hand covering his. “Keep it there,” she whispered, “it feels good.”

“I’m so hard right now,” Harry breathed.

“I can tell,” Hermione whispered, her warm breath tickling his ear. Hermione laid her hand on Harry’s erection and stroked him slowly through his pants, “Better?” she spoke quietly.

“Not just yet,” Harry replied, as he took her hand and guided her into his boxers. Hermione inhaled as she felt his bare skin with her fingertips. Harry led her hand closer to his erection, and wrapped her hand around it, his hand covering hers. Hermione gasped softly, at the surprise of what he was doing, but she didn’t move, she didn’t want to move. Everything was perfect.

“Getting better,” Harry whispered more quietly than ever before. Harry moved her hand up and down his erection, as he moaned softly with every breath he took. Hermione’s desire for Harry was increasing with every second that passed by. She took his other hand and slipped it into her panties, once again keeping her hand on top of his. Harry slowly slipped a finger into her opening, making her moan.

“Harry…” she purred.

Harry growled softly, and began kissing her neck, as he slowly moved his finger in and out of her. Hermione moaned softly, as she continued moving her hand up and down his erection, stroking it softly. Harry groaned softly, as he kissed Hermione with all the fire, passion, and desire in the world. Hermione whimpered in pleasure, kissing him back, and deepening the kiss. Harry licked her lips, as Hermione gave him entry to her mouth. Their tongues dueled, and the kiss continued to deepen.

Harry moaned loudly as he reached his climax and his erection began to relax. Harry continued to move his fingers in and out of Hermione’s opening, as she cummed on his finger, purring with pleasure. Harry slipped his finger out of her, as they both breathed deeply. He kissed her neck softly as he ran the same finger down her cheek, licking it off, then licking his finger.

“Mmm…” he mumbled quietly into her ear. Hermione felt his hot breath on her. She slowly began to unbutton his shirt, wanting to feel his skin against hers. Harry smiled as he kissed her jaw, and slipped his hand up the back of her shirt, stroking her spine gently. Harry slowly pulled her shirt off, wanting the exact same thing she did, the feel of her skin on his. Hermione unbuttoned Harry’s shirt and threw it across half the room onto the couch. She smiled at him, as she ran her fingers up his abs, tracing his muscles.

“Harry, you have the best abs I’ve ever seen in my life,” she whispered into his ear. He smiled back at her, as he pulled off her shirt all the way. Her shirt joined his, revealing a silk black lacy bra. Harry breathed deeply, as he felt her stomach.

“Look who’s talking,” Harry whispered back to her, “You have the best abs a girl could ever have,” he continued, staring into her eyes.

They were both much more relaxed now, almost tired, but this wasn’t enough for Hermione.

Hermione slowly reached back and undid the clasp on her bra, and pulled it off, throwing it on the couch with their shirts. Harry smiled as he looked down at her, pulling her close to him. Her breasts pushed up against his chest. This was what they have been longing for. Her skin on his, and his skin on hers. This was exactly what they wanted.

Harry wrapped his arms around Hermione, and stroked her back softly, running his fingers through her hair, as they gazed into each other’s eyes.

‘Wow, he has such gorgeous, amazing green eyes,’ Hermione couldn’t help thinking to herself.

“You’re perfect,” Harry whispered, meaning it with all his heart. To him she was perfect. He couldn’t see one flaw.

Hermione smiled softly, “Well, so are you,” she whispered back, meaning it just as much. Harry was really wonderful. He was the nicest guy he had ever met. He was always there when she needed him, and he was so caring, sweet, and loving, and at the same time, he was the best looking guy that ever walked this earth. He was amazing in every way, and even though he was the famous Harry Potter, he never let the fame get to his head.

Harry felt the same way about Hermione, she was the only girl that never treated him differently because he was Harry Potter, and she was the only person who never made a big deal about it. Hermione was always there for Harry. She helped him with homework, and she was always ready to face Voldemort. She helped him during the Triwizard Tournament, and she was the only one that didn’t think that Harry somehow put his name into the Goblet of Fire himself. Hermione was always more understanding then anyone else at Hogwarts, and she loved him for who he was, unlike all those other girls who just wanted to date him for his fame. Hermione fell in love with his personality. Harry and Hermione were wonderful for each other.

Harry and Hermione continued to gaze into each other’s eyes. They could feel each other’s love. It was the most wonderful feeling that anyone could ever imagine.

Harry smiled lovingly, “I love you, Mione,” she whispered.

Hermione smiled back, “I love you too, Harry, with all my heart,” she whispered back, as she nuzzled his neck softly. They were lying so close to each other, that it was impossible to be any closer. Harry continued running his fingers through her hair, and stroking her back softly, as they slowly drifted off into a deep sleep, keeping each other in their minds.

A/N: There’s the chappy! Please review and let me know what you think!