A Week with Hermione
Chapter 7: Friday
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Chapter 7: Friday
*Warning* This chapter contains graphic
sexual content which justifies the otherwise curious R-rating I have given
it. Do not read ahead if such explicit
acts of love offend you.
Warm. Warmth.
A thrilling hint of moisture.
Harry stood, after the quick chill strike of adrenaline deep in his
sides, after his brain went numb, with his arms wound around the sweet thinness
of Hermione’s back. Their lips were
pressed together for what seemed a timeless moment of existence.
through his unruly black hair, sending shocks through his shoulders.
mind, he found that his hands were automatically stroking Hermione’s shoulders
. . . and the kiss lingered. Her lips
were so small and soft yet they covered his mouth perly, ly, and with each tiny
movement of those two petals against his, a deep and strengthening longing was
forming were the electricity of their touch traveled through his core and
nestled below his navel. Harry had
kissed a girl once before—or rather was kissed—and though pleasant, he realized
that this kiss had brought with it something more, a feeling new yet ancient
that held the promise of secret knowledge and fulfilling desire.
A part of that secret knowledge was forming into a tight
ball in his lower stomach and arousing Harry so thorou tha that embarrassment
clouded his mind for a moment as he concentrated with worry on their hips—an
erection was blooming uncontrollably and threatening obvious discovery.
their lips as they parted exciting him even more.
mechanically and he only now realized his eyes were closed—never did a
sensation make the common darkness found behind his eyelids seem so bright with
color. Hermione too had just opened her
eyes, slowly, and with her lips just slightly parted.
as full awareness struck her face.
“Harry…”
“I’m sorry…” Harry said, flushing both with excitement and
humiliation.
“What?” Hermione replied, looking suddenly perplexed.
Harry fud wid with his pants.
tried to be as quick and nonchalant as possible as he rearranged his aching
hardness to look less conspicuous. He
was thankful that his shirt was at least untucked and acting as a visual
blocker.
o:p>
Hermione looked down without a word, curious as to the
source of Harry’s frustration, then looked back up into his face, gho ghost of
a smile borne on her soft lips. She
stood for a moment, considering, thinking, as Harry stopped messing with his
pants. Then with a look of cool
determination and control, a look Harry had seen countless times, Hermione
walked around Harry toward her CD player, picked up a music CD Harry didn’t
recognand and placed it in her player.
When she pressed play, soothing yet sensual music alive with violins and
chantings resounded through her room.
She adjusted the volume to a somewhat low, comfortable level and walked
over to the edge of her bed where she sat down.
She was smilin her herself.
Hermione looked up at Harry, still smiling.
want you to give me a massage.”
“What?” said Harry, feeling suddenly disoriented.
“I want you to give me a massage,” she repeated resolutely.
“What…what just happened?”
“Come on, it’s not hard.” Hermione turned slightly and
patted the spot of the comforter next to her.
With her left eyebrow raise, she said “I’m sure you’re very good.”
Harry sat down, suddenly trembling as his nerves gave out.
so securely only a few minutes before? They
were kissing and tickling; now suddenly he felt very insecure.
around to her front, exposing her thin shoulders clothed partially by her
shirt. Harry sighed deeply, wondering
what happened to himself and began rubbing along the gentle slope of Hermione’s
shoulders. His fingers slid down her back
and rubbed in scirccircles around her shoulder blades.
Did she get embarrassed too?
No, she seemed so calm and assured.
She put on music.
Hermione gave sudden moans of approval as Harry’s hands
worked and the pulsing in his pants grew more frantic.
“A little softer,” she said.
“S-sorry.”
“It’s okay. It feels
really good,” her sentence faded into a purr.
Every now and then Harry would accidentally fumble with her
shirt collar, pulling it down too much or bunching it up at the neck.
this happened, but Hermione never acted concerned.
more pronounce tim time passed and Harry’s fingers faltered.
Finally, Hermione spoke up.
“Here,” she said as she reached for the hem of her shirt and quickly,
deftly, brought her top over her head and off her body.
Harry paused. Now he
was facing her otherwise naked back covered by the sharp white contrast of her
bra strap.
“What’s wrong,” Hermione said, laughter playing at the back
of her throat.
“Um . . . nothing,” Harry said, exhilaration and fear
building in his muscles.
“You’ve seen me in my bikini.
“Right,” Harry said curtly and placed his palms back on her
shoulders. But it was different.
clothed now in a bra and jeans, it somehow felt more intimate and private.
part of the reason, or that bras held a special taboo, being an undergarment
and all. The perfect symmetry of her figure made him
ache as he pressed and squeezed at her muscles and shoulders.
lips straining to trace down the back of her neck.
resorted to tracing invisible shapes lightly over her neck and back with his
fingertips, and she grew all the more complimentary for that.
wonderful feel of her skin. On their own
volition his fingers wound their way beneath her shoulder straps.
“They’re in the way aren’t they?”
“What?” Harry opened
his eyes, jarred from the touch and the sensual music flowing over him.
My bra?” She replied, a vague tremble in her voice.
“What?” His mind wentnk.
What . . . ?
“Here . . .” Hermione reached her hands around to her back,
and with the deftness of someone accustomed to this action daily, she released
the taught clip of her bra with a flick of her wrist.
she brought her arms forward and the straps floated down her arms, the bra soon
off and discarded on the floor by her bed.
He now starred at her bare back, completely aware of the equal bareness
of her chest hiding just out of eyesight.
Hermione turned her head to peer at Harry out of the corner
of her eye, and said, “There. Now
there’s nothing to fumble with.” Her
voice trembled slightly stronger now. “No clothes anyway.”
“Hermione . . .” Harry could hardly even say her name.
he would burst.
“Actually,” now she was whispering.
Hermione turned around and faced Harry.
furled in worry. Harry looked her in the
eyes, string ing desperately to keep from looking down, though he could still
see the small red blurs of her nipples just on the edge of his peripheral
vision. He was sweating now and his
desire boiled in his belly. Hermione
drew a deep breath and leaned forward, kissing Harry rough on the mouth, her
jaw slightly shaking. Harry’s brain went
numb once more as his agropgroped around Hermione’s back to hold her.
hold her, keep her. Perhaps she was as
scared as he?
They kissed more passionately now, their lips widening and
their breath mingling. Each press of her
lips renewed the ache in his belly and sent shivers blazing down his spine and
through his limbs. For a moment Harry
thought he felt the fleeting wetness of her tongue graze against his, but that
thought was lost when she swiftly brought her hand back to grab his wrist and
placed his palm over her right breast.
Both of them jolted where they sat.
The shiver that had settled in Harry’s back flared up again and he widened
his eyes staring into Hermione’s own.
He broke away, breath growing ragged, and said “Hermione . .
.”
“It’s okay . . .” she said, her own breath shortening.
Their mouths closed around each other again, Harry’s hand
still cupping Hermione’s breast. Harry’s
mind, far from numb now, was overactive.
He was wholly focused on their maddening kissing, and feeling the knot
in his chest pulling at the knot in his groin.
Yet his hand was concentrating on the infinite softness of Hermione’s
br.
not too big but enough to feel slightly weighty.
wonderfully beneath his fingers. His
palm rubbed slowly over her thrilling slope while his fingers chanced to touch
at her nipple, hardened and pebble-sized.
He gave a gentle pinch and Hermione moaned, a deeper moan than when he
massaged her. And the kissing continued,
this time their tongues touched, exploring each other, and Harry was entranced
by her exquisite, secret taste.
Feeling a rush of boldness, Harry allowed his lips to creep
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Showing that she was willing, Hermione tipped her head up, exposing her
neck as he trailed along her throat. He
felt the rumble of her moans beneath his lips and teasingly traced his tongue
tip down over her collar. Almost
imperceptibly, Hermione arched her back and leaned back farther, Harry moving
with her until she was lying down on her bed and he was poised over her, his
mouth still wandering down her chest.
When he reached the plumpness of her breasts, he gave subtle suckles
here and there, making a ring around her left nipple, not yet daring to touch
itnk cnk center.
While his lips moved, Harry’s hands massaged along
Hermione’s shoulders and down her arms, tickling at her sides and stroking her
flat, jittering belly.
gently suckled, Hermione arched her back and squirmed, breathing heavily as her
fingers wound their way through Harry’s hair.
As he kissed at her left breast his hand found her other and began
massaging. Writhing and moaning,
Hermione pulled at Harry’s shirt, and with surprising force she tugged it up
over his back and he lifted his head so she could strip it from him.
The room was slightly cool, but his skin was hot and so was
hers. Arms shifted and wandered, lips
explored along necks and chests, kisses fluttered and wavered between them as
they moved and shuffled on Hermione’s bed.
With a great shock, Hermione’s hand pressed onto Harry’s pants, cupping where
he throbbed. They stopped.
hand still on him; both of them were panting and red.
older than magic or science. Everything
was new to him but he knew how to move, and so did Hermione.
their jeans were suddenly on the floor, the comforter ruffled half off the bed.
Harry was struck by Hermione’s sheer beauty.
and something greater than lust erupted within him.
on her knee, kissing slowly up her thigh, while his hand massaged along her other
leg. Her hands pawed and scratched at
his back and she continued to purr under his kisses and teasing licks.
erection still fighting against his boxers, Harry caressed her body with his
own, and they moved closer to each other, the space between their hips
closing.
Their bodies pressed tightly together, Harry felt the heat
of their waists. Their underwear acted
as a thin veil keeping them from truly touching, but they could feel each other
nonetheless. Hermione pressed him
closer, her hands on his lower back, and began to slide.
wrapped his arms under her as he began to rock.
He began to lose himself in the feeling, the music still floating around
them. He felt time waver, then she
stopped. an>Tan>They looked into each other’s
eyes wordlessly. This wasn’t
stopping. This wasn’t making out, or
heavy petting, or fondling. Her
fingertips rose to play with the hem of his boxers.
her finger passed over the head of his penis, making him jump.
the last vestige of Harry’s clothing down.
Soon enough they both sat naked in front of each other, eyes furtively
glancing at each other’s body. Harry and
Hermione both tried subtly to cover themselves, embarrassment written on their
features. Feeling the inevitable,
though, they lay open the mystery curled or nestled between their legs and
gazed curiously and longingly at each other’s body.
Finally, it was Hermione who acted.
timidly, testingly, on Harry’s hardness, clasping it gently.
touch, foreign flesh on his most intimate of places.
she looked at him, her bottom lip held under her teeth, promise brightening on
her face. She tugged, just a little,
pulling at him, beckoning him towards her.
He stopped.
“Wait . . .” Harry said.
“Shhh,” she lisped.
“B-but . . . what if you get . . .”
“It’s okay,” she whisper, her mouth now near his ear.
“What . . . ?” Puzzlement only surfaced for a moment in
Harry’s mind, as Hermione was still pulling him toward her, the ache and yearn
strengthening as her legs rose around his.
He lowered himself heedlessly over her and their lips met once
more. His hands traveled thoughtlessly
along her body, and as their hips came closer together his fingers grazed
through the small, tight dark down of brown nestled over the mound waiting
where her thighs met. And the lightening
continued striking through Harry’s body unabated.
Amid the heated kissing and lip tugging, he felt the tip of
his penis trace over her inner thigh, and finding the deep warm moistness
there, he felt something ignite. She
guided him lower, her thighs clasping him higher on his waist.
giving flesh, she held his cheek in her other hand, looking into his eyes.
of her pupils if he did not feel her pushing him still closer to her.
where they touched gand and he slide slowly, slowly, into a boiling tightness,
surrounding the very point of his pleasure.
Hermione’s eyes were half-closed and her brow furrowed.
yelp—whether of pleasure or pain, Harry couldn’t tell.
want to hurt her, so he focused on the burning sensation of such secret skin
touch, sliding. Her fingers squeezed and
scratched at his shoulders and her eyes widened as he continued to enter her.
Then they locked, and the fire burst out.
felt the deepest part of her, a heat so burning it amazed Harry that it didn’t
hurt. She tightened her legs around him
and he strengthened his hold around her back.
Then they kissed. Never had a sensation been so colorful and
loud. They held on tightly to each
other, trembling with a pleasure ready to consume them both.
He pulled out slightly, feeling the wetness against him, the
fire spreading as they both gasped. He
wanted to ask her if she were okay, but her response was answer enough.
still clinging to his shoulders, nails still digging into his back.
the knot wrenching in his groin as he thrust into her again, this time slightly
faster. Harry felt himself contract, his
being was shrinking into the sensation at their core and he was growing numb to
the tightened muscles and movements of his arms and legs.
Hermione moaned more frequently now, her pitch becoming
higher, her breathing more fevered. With
that ancient knowledge, Harry pulled and thrust again, sending an explosion
coursing through them with each push.
They were melting together, their ecstasy rising like steam from their
moving bodies and their lips pressed firmly together, their bodies connecting
fully. Moving, shaking, riding together,
their hips gyrating together, they kissed and licked and longed and forgot the
world. Fire blazed through their necks,
wracking their brains with pleasure, losing themselves in it, becoming part of
it. A tide of feeling and awe and
rising, rising, and falling, they moved and thrust and ached, ached they pushed
into each other. Harry kissed Hermione’s
neck and exquisite pleasure rose from her mouth in sound and steam as he pushed
into her faster, faster, picking up speed, bucking and jumping, their hips
crashing, ebbing and flowing like the tide, the feeling breaking onto the
shores of their selves, eroding more and more the barriers that separate them.
red,red, feverish thrusting, pumping, losing, gaining,
gaining greater speed, moaning, yelling, screaming out into the forgotten
world, into the unseen void, their boiling, rising greatness.
themselves, the racking pulsing beat of their love, lovemaking unbelievable
sensation of themselves, giving, giving of themselves.
falling away, almost there. Grinding,
pushing pulling legs arms jumbled into hot, wet flesh, hair flinging sweaty,
mouths clinging tongues churning, yes.
Oh, yes, almost there. Screaming,
screaming, taste of a neck, scent of their heat, yes. Lost in it all,
consuming, burning, hot, hot, yes. There, almost, there, feeling muscles
contract, squeezing, licking fl, ri, rise rise, rise!
“Oh . . . Oh God! . . . OHH!” Hermione screamed out.
reverberated off her bedroom walls. Wave
after wave struck, relentless striking.
Her back arching, trembling, legs shaking.
through her belly, her neck, wracking her mind.
The feeling of it. Oh, the
feeling of it so overwhelming, so good, so good.
It’s coming. It’s coming!
Harry felt, he felt her, felt her mind wrapped in pleasure,
felt her inner body bucking wildly, he felt them.
rolled down his shoulders, turned toward his stomach, built up greatly low in
his groin and all his muscles contracted as tendrils of feeling pulled into
him. He pushed forward with one great
leap and felt her tighten around him over and over, her body jumping and
throbbing with orgasm after bright orgasm.
The lava pumped through him and he felt an amazing push as he released
his boiling liquid into her, their hips crushed together.
The world melted.
They melted. Lost from
everything. Lost. . .
. . . . . . . . . .
who . . . where are they? They?
Hair in the face. Breathing.
The bedroom light. Soft
music. Oh . . . my . . . God.
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They were still for a long time, their bodies
trembling. Then Harry began to become
aware again. He was back in Hermione’s
room, they always were. The overhead
lamp light had always been on, the CD playing its sensual music, the nigstilstill existed outside her bedroom window.
Harry was Harry, he remembered himself once more.
his body and self. His muscles ached
with exhaustion, his abs burned, though no longer out of pleasure.
hair felt greasy. He was still panting
wildly, as was Hermione who also felt wet all over, the brown tresses of her
hair were darker now from their mingled sweat.
And she was cooing.
“H-hermione,” Harry finally said through wheezing
breath. “Are you . . . okay . . . ?”
She didn’t speak for a while, she was still rasping. “. . .
yes. Harry, yes.”
He pulled himself upward, peeling his skin from hers.
where their hips were melded. Its power
had receded.
“That . . . w-was amazing,” Harry said.
“Beyond . . . amazing,” Hermione corrected, a giggle
escaping her throat.
Calling their lovemaking a miracle would not have been
justified—it was stronger than that—though looking around now Harry realized
that the CD player was on its back, the books that were so ordered and properly
stacked along the edge of the carpet had toppled back against the wall, a
disheveled pile, and her closet doors had swung open.
blast out at it. When did this happen?
Though Harry didn’t care.
Looking back at Hermione, he was enraptured by her.
that, far from diminishing, had burst forth brighter.
keep her safe.
“Hermione . . .” he began.
“We better get cleaned up,” she spoke suddenly, laughing,
her voice sounding normal now. “These
sheets will need to be washed, and so will we.”
Harry pulled out unceremoniously, feeling the slickness that
had been burning heat moments before. They
unclenched their legs from each other and, naked and sweaty, hair going in all
directions, they stood up off the bed on their weak, wobbly legs.
the sheets and comforter, wet from their lovemaking, off her bed.
pointed Harry to the master bedroom.
“Wait there,” she said, then walked down to put the sheets
in the laundry. He missed her presence
for that intermittence. He always felt
like laughing in her company now. When
she came back, she guided them into the large walk-in shower at the other end
of the master bedroom. Under the soon
hot water, they washed each other, growing familiar and comfortable with their
nakedness with each passing moment. The
steaming water cascaded through their messed hair and over their bodies,
cleansing them of their exertion. They
rub and caressed, soaped and lathered, massaged and teased, shoulders, breasts,
bellies, legs, their most tender parts.
When Hermione reached again for Harry’s sex he found himself
growing hard once more. She stroked him,
and the well-known thrill returned, the flame ignited.
the shower, but he stopped.
“Wait . . .” he said.
“Why at yot you worried? What if
you get pregnant?”
Hermione smiled and giggled.
“Silly, aren’t I always prepared?
I have my books and potion supplies with me here.
Harry was stunned by her resourcefulness.
this?” Harry asked, mirth bubbling in
his throat.
“On and off over the past few days.
alright, that made me all the happier and I wanted to focus strictly on
us. I wanted us to escape from the
stress in both our lives.”
Harry smirked. “I
think you succeeded.”
He nuzzled her neck with his nose as the spray of the shower
warmed their bodies, and they pressed together once more, aroused and consumed
with love and lust intermingled. She
straddled him, her back against the cool tile of the shower wall, and when
Harry entered her this second time, that blast of fire struck comfortably between.
shower was soon lost among the steam from their bodies.
the shower, sounding louder, rising higher.
Harry felt the intense pleasure plateau, felt like he could go much
longer, having spent his initial desire earlier.
to crescendo quicker, still excited by their first encounter, the jagged sparks
of pleasure seized her stomach and her legs, making toestoes curl.
The shower water was cold by the time their pleasure was
spent, but they didn’t care, their bodies kept them supremely warm and pulsing.
same big russet-colored towel. Kissing, stroking,
Harry couldn’t keep his hands off her body, he never felt so alive, he never
wanted to stop touching her. And he
suspected with a sense of surprise that he penetrated her mind whenever he
penetrated her body, experiencing her pleasure with her.
made love on Hermione’s bed again, fondled and licked, exploring each other in
the living room next, the dining room, the kitchen.
and spontaneous orgasms. They
experimented inside the pool and on the pool deck, cushioned by several
swimming towels.
By the time their desires were completely sated, the sun had
already risen and their exhausted bodies now ached for sleep.
pulled up the disheveled covers, and cuddled together amid the shapeless sea of
sheets. Holding her tightly, closely,
smelling her sweet-scented hair and feeling her warmth cascade along his body,
Harry thought over and over again how much he loved her.
and felt her smile against his chest.
“I love you too, Harry,” Hermione said, before the pleasant
oblivion of sleep found him, filling his contented mind with beautiful images
of her, of them, together. There was
nothing else but them. Concerns with
Hogwarts, witn, wn, with Voldemort were countless years away.
Author’s Note: It
seems that I am beyond reproach for the excessive amount of time I have keep
you readers waiting in updating my story.
I do apologize for this, truly I do.
Unfortunately, I began this story in the midst
of academic strife, which continues unabated and has strengthened.
consumed by my final semester of college; classes mixed with preparing for
graduation and applying to Graduate school allowed for very little free
time. Once I graduated in May, I
had to start packing up my apartment while preparing to move temporarily to
of
struggling through an intense two-month Tibetan Language prm bem before I began
working towards a Master’s Degree in Tibetan and Buddhist Studies.
However, these are not real excuses; I should have at least informed viewers of
my situation and I apoze fze for keeping everyone in the dark for so many
months. I must confess that a hectic half-year was not the only deterrent
to my writing; I lacked the muse as well. However, a three-day weekend
has found me, and freshly inspired I have finally completed this seventh
chapter. The arrival of "The Order
of the
has inspired the muse once more and I have this to prove it.
possibly writing the eight and final chapter. I can only hope to make up
for my long hiatus by making this chapter slightly longer than average.
that has taken place in the previous chapters culminates in this one.
this piece is. I’m not certain that
fanfiction.net will allow this chapter to be posted since it borders on NC-17,
but I’ll attempt it. If anything I have
other venues that I can post to and inform readers of.
days. Again, I apologize for my irresponsibility
and I thank those of you for your immense patience and those of you for expressing
your dismay and concern. With any luck
I'll have this story completed soon, and I may very well start on another one—though
I'll strive to be more punctual with it.
Thank you all again for your interest and support.
P.S. To respond to one reviewer’s query,
I can no longer remember if I made this explicit in an earlier chapter, but the
events of this story take place the summer before Harnd Hnd Hermione’s seventh
year at Hogwarts, they are seventeen years old.