After the Dawn

It was the hour before midnight.

Harry Potter was lying awake in his bed at Number 12 Grimmauld Place… staring at the ceiling.

He couldn't stop thinking about what she had told him. That she hadn't killed Tonks or Remus. That the curse she had used on her cousin hadn't been Avada Kedavra.

Why did he even care that she hadn't committed those particular crimes when she had still done so many other terrible things? The torture of Neville's parents that had driven them to madness. The torture of Hermione. Torture and murder of many muggles. She had even tried to kill him. The knife throw that had killed Dobby had been meant for Harry.

Yes. He knew exactly what she was. And what she was capable of. Yet he still couldn't the memory of her mouth on his out of his head.

How twisted… how masochistic… for him to be in lust with Voldemort's right hand woman.

Even now he was dying to go back to her. Dying to finish what they had started… 5 days… or an eternity ago.

5 seemingly interminable days of fighting the burning desire to see her again.

More than once he had been on the point of going back… and had barely managed to stop himself.

He lay back with a sigh. He was damned if he did and damned if he didn't.

By that logic… he could reason it was better to be damned by doing. But that was a dangerous direction for his thoughts to be taking.

He could see he when he closed his eyes… the wicked curve of her lips… the long dark waves of hair… those large dark eyes…

Vivid images flashed through his mind. Images of long dark hair draped over his thighs… as soft lips enclosed his cock... of heavy-lidded eyes looking up at him… of black fabric sliding down to reveal smooth creamy skin…

Just the thought was enough to make his pulse race and his cock stir slightly under the covers.

The worst thing was that he knew he could have what he fantasized about. Could have but shouldn't.

And his resistance was wearing thin. He didn't think he could bear it any longer. He had to see her. Consequences be damned.

He slid out of bed and quickly pulled on the t-shirt and jeans he had been wearing earlier that day.

His wand went in his back pocket (despite Mad-Eye's many lectures on wand safety), the marauders map in the other pocket and the invisibility cloak in his jacket.

With that he turned on the spot and disappeared. After a moment of that familiar uncomfortable sensation of being squeezed through a tube he reappeared in the Shrieking Shack.

5 minutes later he was emerging from the Whomping Willow, covered by the invisibility cloak.

With the cloak to hide him from view and the map to warm him if anyone was coming… it was easy to reach the dungeons undetected.

Anticipation tightened his stomach as he drew closer to her cell.

He slid the bolts silently out of their places and pushed open the door. The room was dark. The only light was the faint moonlight drifting in from a window far above his head.

It illuminated the bed… and the witch asleep in it.

Bella was lying on her front, hands tucked under the pillow... long dark waves of hair spilling over her neck and pale bare shoulders. It half-obscured her lovely face… the features peaceful.

It felt strange to see her so calm… so vulnerable… so lacking the malevolence and seductive quality she exuded while awake.

The black sheets were rumpled… as if she'd tossed and turned for a while before falling asleep. They had slid down her body to pool at her waist, leaving her back and sides completely exposed.

From the amount of pale smooth skin showing it was clear she wasn't wearing anything under the sheet. Which didn't really surprise him… but did arouse him.

He took a few tentative steps towards her. It occurred to him it might not be the best idea to wake her up. Why had he assumed she'd be awake?

He crept forward… stopping when he was almost close enough to touch her. He froze as she stirred slightly in her sleep.

Her body tensed… a sound like a whimper coming from her throat. She twisted from side to side… making unintelligible sounds of pain. "No…" she muttered… "no…"

"Bella?" he whispered, unable to stand by and watch while she was clearly in the grips of an awful nightmare. Her body jerked and her shrieks got louder. Her repeated her name a bit louder, feeling a surge of pity for her.

"Please…" she muttered pleadingly. A word he had never thought he'd hear her say. "Please…" she said again before letting out another awful shriek.

"Bella!" he said in almost a yell.

This time she reacted… her eyes flying open. She shot up… whipping a blade out from under the pillow… and placing it at his throat.

The wild, fearful look on her face slowly smoothed as she got a look at him. "Harry?" she breathed, body still trembling. "Yes it's me…" he said, a trace of nervousness in his voice. She slowly lowered the knife.

He let out the breath he hadn't even realized he had been holding.

"Where did you get that?" he asked, jerking his head in the direction of the knife. "It was in a sheath on my thigh…" she said, voice still slightly shaky. "No one bothers to frisk you when they think your dead" she said with a half smile.

He couldn't help thinking that frisking her would be a fun job. Suddenly he realized that sitting up there was nothing her upper body. He couldn't help his eyes wandering down to take in her lovely curves.

She smiled lasciviously as she saw the look on his face. His expression was hungry, heated as he looked at her body.

"Was there something you were wanting?" she purred sweetly, a grin sliding over her face as he sat down beside her on the bed,. "Yes…" he breathed, eyes wandering back up to her face.

She leaned forward and whispered huskily in his ear "And what was that?"

Then her lips were trailing along the skin of his neck… her hands peeling off his jacket… sliding under his shirt to feel the bare skin underneath. He shuddered as she nipped him… not hard enough to break the skin.

His mouth found hers… kissing her deeply… hungrily… feeling desire coiling around the pit of his stomach as she kissed him back just as forcefully.

She stopped kissing him just long enough to tug his t-shirt over his head before claiming his lips again… molding her body to his.

Her groaned softly into her mouth as her hand slid between his legs … squeezing him gently through the rough fabric of his jeans. She pulled back… grinning wickedly at him as she continued to grope him. Her dark eyes glittered as she watched desire… lust… pleasure… flicker over his face.

A gasp left his lips when she slid her hand inside his pants, squeezing the firm flesh inside. Her grin widened to Cheshire-cat proportions when she felt him start to get hard under her hand.

She squeezed, kneaded and caressed till his eyes were rolling back in his head. With a wicked look she removed her hand from his pants.

For a moment he looked like he was going to ask her not to stop… but then she slid the covers off the rest of her body.

He stared as she slid of the bed and knelt at his feet. Seeing her naked… kneeling in front of him… made certain parts of his anatomy throb in anticipation.

She tugged his jeans slowly down his legs… running her tongue over her lips at the sight of the thick hard length of him.

When she had tossed his jeans aside she slowly got to her feet. He slid his hands around her waist and pulled her towards him.

She slid into his lap… straddling his thighs. Her arms snaked around his neck as she leaned in to kiss him again.

Her hands wandered up her body to cup her breasts, enjoying how full and firm they felt in his hands. A soft moan escaped her lips as he lightly stroked them. He teased the sensitive skin with his fingers until he wrung another moan from her lips.

She inched forward until there were mere inches between their bodies. It was sweet torture having her so close… smelling her sweet dark scent… feeling her soft curves pressed against him… knowing that one motion would cross that final bit of distance…

Then she raised her hips… and in one smooth motion… lowered herself onto his cock.

He groaned low in his throat as his body slid deep into hers… and he could hear her sigh of pleasure.

Her hands arms slid from around his neck. He felt her hands tighten around his shoulders as she started to move her hips.

Another groan escaped his lips… and another… as her body rode his… in long teasingly slow motions that seemed caress every inch of him.

He thrust his hips up to meet hers… and was rewarded by a deep groan from her lovely lips. There were so many delicious sensations it was hard to focus on one… and the sinful, blissful look on her face told him she was enjoying it every bit as much as he was.

Her head drooped back… eyes half closed… body arching against his as the rhythm of their bodies got faster.

His hands wound themselves tightly in the long dark hair that rippled down her back… using it as leverage to move his body faster and harder into hers.

And as hard as he pushed… she pushed back harder… meeting his every thrust…urging him on with moans and gasps and sweet dirty whispers in his ear.

Slender legs wrapped around his waist… pulling him even deeper into her… making both of them groan at the sensation.

The only sounds were the heavy sounds of their breathing… punctuated with soft gasps ad groans of pleasure. He was damn near senseless… damn near delirious with it. All he could focus on was her body on his… and how deliciously… exquisitely close he was.

But this wasn't how he waned to finish it…

He rolled her so she was on the bed… underneath him… his body still deep inside hers. Her legs unlocked from around his waist. He couldn't… wouldn't hold back… or be gentle… when he was this close. But she wasn't in the mood for gentle.

She writhed under him as his body pounded into hers… every thrust building up the pleasure till it was almost unbearable.

Her mouth was open in a silent scream as she came… body spasming around his until he came too… biting back a scream of his own… his whole body stiffening as he had his release.

He collapsed on the tangled sheets of the bed… heart pounding... breathing heavy in the aftermath.

When he could move he looked over her. She was lying back on the bed… her expression of that of a cat who has got the cream… and found it was every bit as tasty as she had hoped.