6th Year Surprises

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A/N: Hey guys! I’m back with a really… interesting chapter here! I hope you guys like it!

Chapter 8:
Revelations

It was about 7:00 pm and Professors Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, Remus Lupin, Rubeus Hagrid, and Severus Snape were sitting talking and drinking coffee in the teachers’ lounge. After a few moments of silence, Severus finally voiced what had been secretly on every professor’s mind.

“The Gryffindor prefects… Potter and Granger… have any of you noticed that they… aren’t anywhere to be seen,” Snape pointed out in his usual silky coldness, with a look in his eye that said he knew something no one else did.

“True…” Professor McGonagall stated, as all the rest of the professors looked around at each other hoping for answers.

“I realized ‘ours ago,” Hagrid said.

Albus Dumbledore smiled, “I wonder where they could be…” he whispered with the usual twinkle in his eye.

“I think they’re up to no good,” Snape commented on their absence.

“To tell you the truth, anything’s possible with Potter, but I wouldn’t expect anything like this from Granger,” Minerva McGonagall stated truthfully.

“Maybe Potter’s rubbing off on her,” Professor Snape continued.

Lupin didn’t have much to say, but he was listening intently to the conversation with great interest, “Well, what are the possibilities?” he asked the other professors.

There was a moment of silence.

“And you’ve all seen Weasley, correct?” McGonagall asked curiously.

All the professors nodded, “Yes, I spotted him looking for Potter,” Severus Snape said coldly.

“So it’s just Harry and Hermione missing?” Remus Lupin asked, his lips curling into a smile.

“It appears so,” McGonagall said, curiously thinking to herself.

“Do yur guys know if ther’ in ther’ rooms?” Hagrid suggested.

All the professors looked at each other.

“So…” Dumbledore said will a twinkle in his eye, “Who will volunteer to go and find out?”

“I’m not going to get myself into this,” Snape stated quickly, “I don’t care what Potter does, as long as it has nothing to do with me,” Severus Snape continued.

“I ain’t goin’,” Hagrid declared, “I don’ wanna see what ther’ doin’ in ther’.”

“Well that’s exactly what we need to find out,” Minerva said giving Hagrid a stern look.

“I’ll go if no one else will,” Remus Lupin offered, looking down as though he would rather not.

“I think that will be fine,” Dumbledore stated, raising an eyebrow at Lupin.

“And if Remus finds something he shouldn’t be seeing?” Severus suggested coldly, giving Lupin a glare.

“Like…” Remus raised his eyebrows at Severus.

“Like Potter and Granger shagging, most likely,” Snape suggested, not letting go of his glare for a moment.

McGonagall looked over at Snape, giving him a deadly look, “I would expect better from the Gryffindor prefects… of which one is Harry Potter, which self-explanatory and of which the other, is Hermione Granger who is the smartest witch in the history of Hogwarts and would never even imagine doing something like that. Severus I strongly believe that you are wrong,” Professor McGonagall said, giving Snape a cold glare.

“Or, Potter, who I wouldn’t be surprised if he did a thing like this, rubbed off on Granger, mixed with a little too much butterbeer and/or firewhisky at the same time, and something like that could likely happen, or… has already happened,” Severus continued, once again getting that look in his eye that showed knowledge that no one else had.

“Is there something you know that we don’t, Severus?” Remus asked him, looking at him interesting.

“Oh, maybe just a smudge of information,” Professor Snape stated, a smile creeping up on his lips.

“We might like to know this, Severus,” Albus Dumbledore said with his usual calm voice, and the twinkle in his eye.

“I’d rather not…” Snape voiced coldly, “I’d rather just keep it between Potter and Granger and the bed, or wherever else this goes on,” Professor Snape continued, wincing at the thought.

Albus raised an eyebrow at him.

“Alright, well let’s just say I heard some inappropriate sounds,” Severus explained, glaring at all the rest of the professors.

“And you know that was Potter and Granger, how?” Professor McGonagall asked him, having trouble believing that Harry Potter and Hermione Granger would do such a thing, and at the same time actually seeming interested in what Severus Snape was saying.

“I know Potter’s screams and moans well enough,” Severus Snape stated, “I was quite disturbed by it actually… because it sounded… well, inappropriate,” Snape continued.

Albus Dumbledore raised an eyebrow once again, which a slight smile on his lips, not seeming to be bothered by the information in the least bit.

“I’m not sure what he’s saying is true, Albus, Potter and Granger, doing… that…?” Professor McGonagall stated skeptically, not willing to believe the obvious.

“It’s not impossible,” Professor Dumbledore said and paused as though deep in thought, “We all knew they would one day…” Albus Dumbledore continued.

“But this fast? And they’re so young…” Minerva continued in a shocked whisper.

“Well we’re not even sure that’s the reason they are gone, but it a quite large possibility if what Severus says is correct, and Minerva, their sixteen years old, and I trust their judgment, they are old enough to make their own decisions, including this,” Dumbledore continued saying.

“There only one way ter find out what ther’ really doin’,” Rubeus Hagrid stepped into the conversation once again.

“Alright it’s settled, Remus, please go up to the Gryffindor prefect rooms and see if Potter and Granger are there,” Professor McGonagall suggested.

“And if they are… and if Severus was right… I’m sure they’re be doing something that I don’t really want to see,” Lupin retaliated.

“Just go,” McGonagall said, before muttering, “And if they are doing what Severus says they are doing… well I just don’t know what is becoming of Hogwarts’ best students.”

“Fine,” Lupin said reluctantly, “but if they are doing what Severus says their doing, you guys are just missing out on all the fun by not coming with me,” Lupin smiled, trying to stall.

“You can go yourself, there’s no fun waiting for me in a room with Potter’s shlong out in the open,” Snape said surprisingly seriously.

“Severus, that is completely inappropriate!” Professor McGonagall said, giving him a stern look.

“Inappropriate yet true,” Snape stated, his lips curling into a smile at the thought of Harry Potter and Hermione Granger getting caught.

“I’ll be going now… if anyone wants to come with me… here’s your last chance…” Lupin continued, not wanting to go alone, “Albus… are you interested?” Lupin asked hopefully.

“Well, just a little… I suppose… oh all right… I’ll come with you, since you’re so scared of what two teenagers might be doing in one of the prefect rooms,” Albus decided, as he walked out of the teachers lounge with Professor Lupin and they made their way to the Gryffindor Towers.

Back in Hermione’s Room…

It was now about an hour after Harry and Hermione had had the most amazing experiences of their lives, and they were no sleeping peacefully on Hermione’s bed.

Albus Dumbledore and Remus Lupin were now inside the Gryffindor Prefects Common

Room and all they had to do next what decide whose room to check first.

“Maybe we should check Harry’s first, it’s more naughty that way,” Remus laughed nervously.

Albus smiled, knowing that what Severus said was probably true. Albus and Remus were both very interested in what they might find, but at the same they were worried that they might find a little too much.

The two professors walked over to Harry’s door and turned the doorknob to the room. The door was unlocked and it opened right away. Albus and Remus took a few steps into Harry’s room to quickly find that there was no one there, and nothing to be seen, Harry had barely been there at all.

“Ok, so it’s either they’re in Hermione’s room, or they’re not here at all,” Albus pointed out with a twinkle in his eye.

They walked up to the connecting door that was between Harry and Hermione’s room, which most likely would be unlocked.

“Drum roll please,” Lupin joked, once again nervously.

Albus raised an eyebrow at him, “You haven’t changed since you were a student at Hogwarts,” Albus stated, as he placed his hand on the doorknob.

“And… the moment of truth…” Lupin whispered.

Albus glared at him before slowly turning the doorknob to find exactly what he was expecting. Harry and Hermione were lying on the bed, sleeping, with their arms wrapped tightly around each other. Harry had one arm around Hermione’s waist, as he held her close to him, his other hand entangled in her gorgeous chocolate brown hair.

Harry was laying on his back, with his head turned towards Hermione, his face hidden in her soft locks of hair, as Hermione lay on her stomach, half on top of Harry. Her right breast was pressed against his chest, and her face was buried in his neck.

The silk, crimson blankets covered them from the waist down, but there was nothing more visible than the side of Hermione’s breast. Hermione had one of her legs between Harry’s, and her hand was lying softly on his muscular chest.

Remus looked from Harry and Hermione to Dumbledore and raised both eyebrows, “Severus is right… Harry’s shlong is in this room…” Remus whispered, holding back laughter.

“Indeed it is,” Albus whispered, finding it amusing.

“What the…” Lupin said almost too loudly as he walked over to the doorknob, “Umm, at least Hermione wears nice panties,” Lupin said lowering his voice, as he picked up the panties by the corner with the tips of his thumb and index finger, as he looked at them with a kind of interest that only Lupin could have.

“What are you doing Remus!” Albus said quietly.

“You’re right, we don’t know where it’s been, it could have Harry’s ‘love juice’ on it,” Lupin joked.

“It most likely does,” Professor Dumbledore said a little more seriously, “I wouldn’t be surprised, after this,” Albus continued, as he walked over to the bed and looked at them closely.

Lupin hung the panties back on the doorknob, where he claimed was their rightful place and joined Dumbledore near the bed.

“So what do you make of this Remus?” Albus asked him seriously.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Lupin asked, “Harry and Hermione obviously came up here after the Sorting Ceremony and he shagged her brains out for two days straight, non-stop, until they were so tired that they finally fell asleep,” Lupin said literally.

“Quite possible,” Albus stated, with a slight nod.

“So… you think we should wake him up?” Lupin asked Dumbledore.

“It would be interesting to hear his side of the story,” Albus said truthfully.

Lupin smiled as though he had wanted to do this his whole life. Lupin walked closer to Harry and poked him gently in the arm.

“Mmm… Hermione…” Harry mumbled in his sleep.

The two professors smiled at each other with amusement written all over their faces.

“Harry,” Lupin whispered, poking him again.

“Mmm…” Harry mumbled.

“Harry, wake up!” Lupin said in a loud whisper.

Harry turned his head away from Hermione and slowly opened his eyes. At first he didn’t realize what was happening, since he was half asleep at the time. Harry looked passed Lupin and at the clock, which read 7:46 pm. Harry raised an eyebrow at this.

“Harry!” Lupin said once again in a loud whisper.

Harry looked up at Remus, “Oh shit”, Harry whispered as he looked at Hermione, who was still asleep, and held her closer to him.

Professor Lupin couldn’t help but laugh, at the look Harry had on his face.

“What are you doing? Trying to give me a heart attack?” Harry whispered loudly.

“Well, Harry, let me point one thing out to you, if you didn’t have a heart attack yet from what you were just doing, you aren’t going to have one from me walking in you doing what you were just doing,” Lupin said, with a chuckle, and to this Harry raised an eyebrow.

Albus Dumbledore walked closer to Harry, “Hello Harry,” Albus said with a twinkle in his eye.

“Great, this is just what I needed,” Harry murmured sarcastically, “Everything was perfect, and then this…” Harry whispered to himself.

“Well it’s not our fault that you got all the professors wondering where you two were for the past two days,” Lupin explained truthfully, “And they made me go up here… and I told them it was a bad idea… but they didn’t listen and they made me go…” Remus went on nervously.

“Yeeaahh… so what exactly did you see?” Harry whispered worriedly.

“Well, really nothing more than we’re seeing now, except… Remus found something very interesting that he really wanted to ask you about…” Albus said, smiling.

“And that is what exactly?” Harry looked over at Professor Lupin with interest.

“Well… there’s Hermione’s thong hanging on the doorknob…” Lupin burst out laughing as he looked at it.

“And what about it?” Harry said as he looked at Lupin innocently, trying to hold back a smile.

“Remus wanted to know how it got there…” Albus finished for him with a chuckle.

“You’ll have to ask Hermione about that,” Harry whispered, “She by the way, has very good aim,” he continued.

“So how was it?” Lupin asked curiously, with a smile.

“None of your business,” Harry whispered, looking over at Hermione once again, who was beginning to wake up.

“This is just fantastic,” Harry said sarcastically, “Just so freaking fantastic,” he continued.

“Well here’s my chance to ask her about the thong,” Lupin sniggered.

“So… Harry… what’s under the blanket?” Lupin asked with a laugh.

Harry raised both eyebrows at this, “What do you think is under the blanket?” Harry smiled.

Professor Albus Dumbledore was watching the conversation with great interest.

“Harry…” Hermione murmured, as she began to awake.

Harry rolled his eyes at Remus as he looked over at Hermione, “Mione?” he whispered.

“What’s going on Harry?” Hermione whispered back, looking up at him.

“We have visitors,” Harry stated quietly into her ear.

“Who exactly?” Hermione said nervously.

“Lupin and Dumbledore,” Harry whispered again.

“Are you serious, Harry?” she said quietly, her face still buried in his neck.

“Sadly, yes,” Harry replied.

“But we’re not wearing anything,” Hermione whispered to him.

“Baby,” Harry whispered back, pouting, “Don’t worry,” Harry continued as he pulled the blanket over them and wrapped half of it around her, as he held her close to him.

Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist, causing Harry to close his eyes and inhaled deeply with the effort to hold back a moan.

Hermione smiled; as Harry wrapped his arms tightly around her hold her to him.

By now, the two professors were grinning at each other. Albus cleared his throat to get their attention.

Hermione looked at Remus and Albus for the first time, “Umm… hi,” she mumbled, as Harry ran his fingers through her hair.

“So Hermione, how big is he?” Lupin asked, laughing.

Harry looked at Lupin, “And this is your business, how?” Harry asked.

“Oh, I see… so you’re embarrassed by it being so tiny?” Lupin teased.

“As a matter of fact, I’ve actually very proud of it,” Harry said, smiling jokingly.

“Well you should be,” Hermione whispered in Harry’s ear seductively.

“I should be, shouldn’t I?” Harry whispered back, smiling.

“Yes you should,” Hermione said quietly, smiling back at him.

“Let’s put it this way professor, it’s definitely not small,” Hermione said, as she kissed Harry’s neck softly.

“And does it turn you on?” Lupin asked, grinning.

“More than you’ll ever know,” Hermione whispered more to Harry then to anyone else, as she kissed him passionately.

Harry kissed back, deepening the kiss, as he slipped his tongue into her mouth.

“Work it, Harry!” Remus cheered.

Harry cupped her breast in his hand gently, caressing it with the tips of his fingers. Hermione shivered at his touch, deepening the kiss further.

Albus raised an eyebrow at this, as he cleared his throat.

Harry and Hermione broke the kiss and looked up at him.

“Well, I suppose we’ll be going now…” Albus slowly started saying.

“Wait, wait, one more thing… Hermione, how did the thong on the doorknob get on the doorknob?” Remus asked curiously with a smile.

Hermione grinned as she remembered how it got onto the doorknob, “Well, the short version of the story is that I threw it there,” Hermione stated simply.

“And the long version is… what?” Remus pushed for an answer.

“The long version…” Harry began, not really wanting to get too specific.

“Well, the long story is that, when Harry pulled it off, he asked me what I wanted him to do with it, and I took it from him and threw it onto the doorknob…” Hermione explained with a grin on her face.

“Really?” Lupin asked.

“Yes really,” Harry said smiling.

“So Harry, you pulled the thong off of her,” Remus pushed for the whole story.

“As a matter of fact I did,” Harry smiled, flashing Hermione a seductive grin.

“Work it, Harry! Work it, Harry!” Lupin cheered again.

Albus looked around the room at the other three people that were there, very curious and amused.

“Hmm…” Lupin began, “What other interesting articles of clothing are there here?” Lupin grinned walking over to the couch where the rest of their clothes were.

“Hmm… Harry’s boxers…” Lupin said as he picked them up, “So Harry, who pulled these off?” Lupin asked curiously.

Harry raised an eyebrow, “Hermione did, any other questions?” Harry asked, pretty amused by the experience.

“As a matter of fact yes, so did your boxers come off first or did Hermione’s thong come off first?” Lupin whispered mysteriously.

“What are your thoughts on it?” Harry asked Lupin curiously.

“Well, I think… that the thong came off first, Harry’s a naughty boy,” Lupin laughed.

“Oh really? He’s not as naughty as you think,” Hermione whispered as she smiled at Harry, who looked very sexy with his hair in his eyes.

“Really? How’s that so?” Lupin questioned.

“Because, Harry was actually extremely patient and gentle with me, and he kept repeating how he really didn’t want to pressure me and that I didn’t have to anything that I didn’t want to do and that we could stop, and he was just completely amazing, that’s the best way to describe it,” Hermione whispered, partly to Harry, and party to the two professors.

“Well I love you, and I wanted it to be completely special when we did it, and it didn’t matter if I had to wait a while, because I’d rather wait and then do it and not have any regrets than you do it right away and have one of us feel bad about it later, and I would never dream of making you feel uncomfortable in any way, so I made sure that I didn’t,” Harry whispered back to Hermione.

“Aww, that’s so sweet,” Lupin joked, but was half serious.

Albus just smiled.

“Thank you so much, Harry, you don’t know how much that means to me,” Hermione said quietly, as she kissed him affectionately. Harry kissed back calmly and lovingly, his hand still entangled in her thick brown hair.

“We better go now,” Albus whispered to Lupin, nudging him.

“Wait,” Lupin whispered, “I still wanna find out how big Harry is,” Lupin continued in a loud whisper.

“If you must,” Albus shrugged, looking back at Harry and Hermione with interest, as their tongues battled in each other’s mouths.

Albus looked at Lupin, ready to stop them, but Remus had other plans.

“Let’s just see how far they’ll go knowing we’re in here,” Remus whispered to Albus.

Albus shrugged, allowing Remus to do what he wanted, as he turned his eyes back to Harry and Hermione.

Harry rubbed her back gently, as he ran a finger up and down her spine. Hermione moaned just loud enough to be heard.

“Harry…” she murmured in pleasure, as they slowly broke the kiss, and Hermione began to suck Harry’s neck gently. Harry breathed deeply as he ran his fingers through Hermione’s hair slowly.

“Albus…” Professor Lupin whispered, nudging Dumbledore.

“Yes, Remus?” Albus asked tearing his eyes away from Harry and Hermione and giving Lupin a questioning look.

“Do you think they’re gonna shag with us here?” Lupin asked, half serious.

“I know just as much as you do,” Albus whispered, signaling Remus to turn his eyes back to Harry and Hermione, who were now passionately kissing once again.

Harry turned over so that he was on top of Hermione, holding up his weight on his elbows, and began trailing kisses from her lips down to her neck.

“Harry…” Hermione whispered, as she shivered from his touch, “they’re still watching us…” she continued quietly so only Harry could hear.

“But you’re sooo hot,” Harry whispered back to her.

Hermione smiled, “Harry, do you even have the slightest idea of just how sexy you are?” Hermione said, speaking a bit louder.

Lupin raised an eyebrow at this.

“I would love for you to tell me,” Harry whispered, kissing her neck.

Lupin grinned, “Yes Hermione, we would love to know,” he said, snickering.

“Oh, would you?” Hermione said, giving Harry a seductive grin.

“Oh God Mione, don’t look at me like that, I won’t be able to hold back,” Harry whispered, his heart beat quickening, as he pulled Hermione on top of him.

“That’s exactly what I want,” Hermione whispered back, running her fingers through his hair, as ran her hand down her hand over his chest with the other hand.

Harry closed his eyes, as he leaned back against the pillows, feeling the blood rushing down to his groin.

Hermione could feel Harry’s erection pushing against her thigh, as she lay on top of him. Harry groaned softly, as Hermione smiled at the effect she had on him. She brushed the hair out of his eyes, her fingers lingering on his forehead.

Harry looked up at her with lust in his eyes, and Hermione couldn’t help but flash him one of her seductive grins, knowing that Harry was trying his hardest not to shag her senseless while Lupin and Dumbledore were watching.

“Well…” Lupin interrupted, “What are you guys gonna do now?” he continued.

Harry looked up at Remus, “Well… I… would… be… shagging… Hermione… if… you… weren’t… here,” he barely managed to say through deep breaths.

Hermione smiled, as she ran her fingers through his hair.

“I would like that,” she whispered.

“Ok, ok… I get the point… just one last question and we’ll leave,” Lupin pressed.

“And that will be… what?” Hermione said, raising an eyebrow.

“How big is he?” Lupin asked, grinning.

“And if we tell you… you’ll really leave?” Hermione said, making sure.

Lupin looked over at Albus who was standing next to him, looking extremely amused.

“Yes, we’ll really leave,” Lupin decided.

“It’s eight, ok?” Harry gave in. He didn’t know how much longer he could wait before he wouldn’t be able to control himself anymore.

“Inches?” Lupin asked, surprised.

“Yes, inches,” Harry confirmed, between deep breaths.

Albus chuckled.

“Wow, Harry, now I know why Hermione’s all over you!” Lupin exclaimed, half serious.

“I was all over him before his clothes even came off,” Hermione whispered.

“You… said… you… would… leave,” Harry said, once again between breaths.

“And we shall,” Albus started, motioning for Remus to follow him out the door.

Lupin reluctantly followed, “God, eight inches! I wish I were eight inches! Is there a spell for that Albus?” Lupin whispered as he followed Albus to the door.

“We’ll talk about this later, Remus,” Albus stated, signaling the end of the conversation, as Albus stepped out of the room, holding the door open for Remus to leave.

“Bye!” Lupin said excitedly as he left the room and Albus closed the door behind them, putting a locking charm on it.

Harry sighed in relief, as he grabbed Hermione by the shoulders, firmly but gently, turning her over so that she was under him, and capturing her lips in a fiery kiss.

Hermione moaned in pleasure, relaxing into the kiss, as their tongues began to duel. Hermione cupped Harry’s cheek, pulling him closer to her. Her breasts were now pushing up against his chest and Harry felt himself getting harder with every move they made.

“Hermione… please…” Harry gasped as they broke the kiss, and he began to suck on her neck gently, trailing kisses down to her breasts.

“Not just yet,” Hermione whispered seductively, as she pulled Harry up, kissing him passionately.

Harry deepened the kiss, poring all his lust and desire into it.

Hermione moaned, as she leaned into him. She was now lying under Harry; her knees bent on either side of his hips.

Hermione reached down, and began to stroke Harry’s erection slowly.

Harry inhaled sharply, “Mione… please… I don’t know how much longer I can wait,” Harry panted.

Hermione smiled, “Harry, I promise you won’t be disappointed,” she whispered in his ear, with a mischievous look in her eyes, as she turned him over so that she was on top and began to kiss his chest, continuing to stroke his erection.

Harry’s heartbeat was quickening with every breath he took. He ran his fingers through Hermione’s hair slowly, closing his eyes, and letting her take over, as he thought about the effect she had on him, and how desperate he was just to be inside of her again.

Hermione trailed kisses down his chest to his abs, and then to his erection, where she licked the tip of it, causing him to grip the bed sheets tightly.

“Hermione…” Harry gasped.

Hermione looked up at him and smiled seductively, as she licked his erection from the base to the tip.

Harry moaned, as he began to sweat from desire for her. Harry pulled her up, and turned her over so that she was once again under him. He knew he couldn’t wait any longer.

Harry kissed her neck softly.

“Mione… please… I need you…” Harry whispered between kisses. Hermione felt his hot breath on her neck. She knew she wanted him just as bad as he wanted her. She tried to make it look as if she wasn’t as desperate for him as she truly was, but her desire was becoming unbearable. She needed him inside her. Her heartbeat quickened as he kissed her affectionately.

Hermione kissed back, as her longing to have him inside of her increased with every kiss, and with every moment that their naked bodies touched. They could feel electricity radiating through their bodies. They could feel their hearts beating, at the same time, as if to a rhythm, as if it were meant to be. They could feel the other shiver under their own fingertips.

They were now lying in the same position they had been in before, Hermione’s knees bent on either side of Harry’s hips. Hermione could feel Harry’s erection brushing against her opening, and she couldn’t wait any longer.

“Harry…” Hermione whispered, as they broke the kiss, “Harry, make love to me,” she panted.

Hermione could see relief written all over his face. Harry kissed her longingly, groaning softly as he slid his erection into her. They could feel each other’s shivers and hear each other’s gasps, as if they were their own. Every time they touched, every time they kissed, every time they made love, it seemed to get better and better. It seemed that every new experience allowed them to connect on a whole different level, a greater level of trust and intimacy.

Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing him deeper into her as she moaned, parting her lips, causing their tongues to explore each other’s territory.

“Harry…” Hermione moaned into his mouth, as she deepened the kiss.

Harry slowly began to move with her, as he ran his fingertips over her bare skin and stopped at her breast, as he cupped it in his hand and squeezed gently. Hermione shivered under his touch. She couldn’t explain the amazing sensations she felt as Harry touched her. It was nothing that she had ever felt before. This wasn’t like the first time they made love. This time, there was more passion. More lust. More desire. More love radiating from both of them, surging through their bodies as if they were one.

Hermione purred, as he ran her fingers through his hair, then moving down, slowly grazed her hands over his neck, his shoulders, his back. Harry couldn’t help but shiver every time he felt her touch him.

“Harry… faster…” she whispered, between breathes as she grinded her hips into his, causing Harry to groan with pleasure.

“Hermione…” Harry breathed, running his fingers through her long, wavy hair, as his pace quickened.

Hermione cupped Harry’s cheek pulling him into a fiery kiss. Their love for each other was overwhelming, and no matter how close their bodies were to each other, they wanted to be closer, and no matter how often they touched each other, they wanted more. Harry and Hermione loved each other, more than anything else in the world. They shared the purest kind of love ever imaginable.

Harry moaned softly in response to her kiss, and kissed back, deepening it, as he continued to run his fingers through her hair. His pace continued to quicken, to the point where they were moaning with every breath they took, their bodies glistening with sweat, as they gasped each other’s names. They were completely oblivious about the world around them. All they knew was that they were there together, and that they never wanted to be apart again. They knew that wanted to be as close to each other as two people can get. All that Harry and Hermione could hear was the beating of their hearts, their moans of pleasure, and their heavy breathing.

At this point, they didn’t even know who was who anymore. They just knew that they were here together, and they were connecting in a way that they could have never imagined. They felt the other’s pleasure, love, desire, passion, lust. Their emotions were uncontrollable, and overwhelming. It was as if their minds were connection. Their eyes and faces were like open books, showing each other everything that lied deep inside of them. Hermione had never seen Harry so vulnerable in his life. Throughout everything he’s been through, Hermione had never seen him show his emotions to her in this way, trust her at this kind of level.

Hermione couldn’t believe how she felt when she looked into his sparkling, emerald green eyes. She could see all of the pain he had felt everyday, just waking up in the morning, knowing that Voldemort could attack at any time, knowing that his parents were dead and he would never see them again. Knowing that the only person who had become even close to a father to him, had also been killed. Hermione knew that he must have felt these things, it was always in the back of her mind, but she had never seen him actually showing her all of these emotions. Actually showing her exactly how he felt.

Mixed with his pain, she could see his happiness, and the calm he had knowing that he had someone to love, someone who would love him back, someone who would stay by his side, no matter what happened. Someone he could trust at this level. Harry never imagined that he would ever be able to show his emotions to a person like this, he never imagined that he would be lying in bed with the love of his life, making love to her, trusting her so deeply, that he was able to show her all these things.

Harry had gone through more by the time he was sixteen, then any other witch or wizard ever went through in their lifetime. Harry was special and Hermione knew it. She couldn’t even imagine how he managed to at least pretend that he was living a normal life with all of these emotions bottled up inside of him.

Among his pain and happiness, Hermione could see his fear, something that nobody thought that ‘The Famous Harry Potter’, ‘The Chosen One’, had in him, but they were wrong. Harry had felt more fear then anyone else did. Harry was the one who had the burden of the prophecy on his shoulders. He had to kill Voldemort. Either that, or Voldemort would kill him. There was tremendous pressure on Harry, at every moment in his life. He always had this thought in the back of his mind, that if he didn’t succeed in killing Voldemort, then he would be killed by Voldemort, and the whole wizarding world will go down in ruins. Harry did not just have fear for himself, he manly had fear for Hermione, fear that Voldemort would find out about them, that Voldemort would take her away from Harry, just like he had done with his parents and his godfather. This was Voldemort’s plan. This is what he was trying to do all along. He wanted to rid Harry of anyone who could care about him, anyone who could love him and help him. He wanted to make Harry a nervous wreck, alone and hopeless, and then he would be an easy target.

Hermione could see all of this in Harry’s eyes. She was reading him like a book, and he was letting her. For the first time in his life he was letting someone see his emotions, he was letting everything out. It was obvious that he trusted Hermione. He trusted her enough to let her see the most vulnerable side of him, the most emotional, scared side of him. He completely opened up to her. She could see everything, as clear as glass, in his sparkling green eyes. Hermione knew now that they had a special bond. She knew that they had someone special. Something that most couples don’t have and will never have.

Hermione gazed into Harry’s eyes for what felt like hours, and he returned the gaze, looking straight back into her cinnamon brown eyes. Harry could see almost a reflection of his own eyes in hers. He saw her pain, but it was her own pain, this pain was for him. Hermione felt pain, knowing that Harry had all of this to deal with, but not knowing how to help him. Harry could see her happiness, the happiness of knowing that she found the one she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. The happiness of knowing that Harry trusted her this much to open his heart to her, and let all his emotions spill out, like an open book. The happiness of knowing, he had someone to love who would love her back. He saw her fear, once again, for him, not for herself, for him. He could see it tearing her apart. Fear that, Harry had to face Voldemort alone, the most powerful dark wizard in the world, and Harry might not make it through.

They completely opened up to each other, putting their complete trust in the other. As though they mentally came upon an agreement to discuss this later, they both dropped these thoughts from their minds and focused back to each other. They were now feeling things, physically, and emotionally, that simply can’t be described. Amazing feelings. Their naked bodies touching, their fingertips grazing over the other’s bare skin, Hermione’s legs wrapped around Harry waist; all of this simply made them go mad with desire. Their flesh burned as they came in contact with each other. Their pace continued to quicken. All they knew and all they felt was each other. There was nothing else in the whole world that mattered to them.

They moved together, developing the perfect rhythm. Hermione grinded her hips into Harry’s, causing him to groan loudly. They were coming closer and closer to their climaxes with every second that passed. This felt too good to be real, but it was real, it was all real, their love, their feelings, their emotions, their attraction for each other, everything was real. They were being completely honest with each other.

“Harry…” Hermione breathed as she ran her fingers through his hair, beginning to massage the back of his neck, “You’re… so… damn… sexy… and… and… I… love… you… so… much…” she continued, between breaths as she moaned loudly, almost screaming with every breath, gripping his shoulders.

Harry groaned in pleasure, “I… love you… too… Hermione… and you’re… just… amazing…” Harry whispered, panting, as he kissed her deeply, and tenderly, all the passion and love he had in him in his kiss. This was the best kiss they had ever shared. They poured their hearts and souls into it; this kiss was like no other.

All they wanted to do was to show their undying love for each other; to touch each other; to feel every inch of each other’s bodies, to taste every inch of each other’s bodies.

Harry ran his hands up and down her soft curves, caressing every inch of her, feeling her soft, flawless skin under him; her shoulders, her breasts, her hips, her thighs, all flawless. Hermione was completely perfect to him.

Hermione screamed with every breath she took, it felt better and better with every second that passed, and the reason that she felt more amazing that she had ever imagined she would, the reason that her heart was beating faster than ever before, is that it was Harry inside of her, and it was Harry who was making her moan so loudly, and it was Harry who was giving her all this pleasure, Harry, who had been so gentle and caring with her throughout it all. The Harry she loved, more than anything else in the world. The Harry she was sure she wanted to spend her life with. He was perfect for her. She could have never dreamed of finding someone so perfect to spend her life with. He was everything she wished for. It felt like a dream, but it wasn’t, it was real. He was so nice and caring, and loving, and at the same, he had the most amazing body, and perfect features, his lips, his eyes, his nose, all perfect. Hermione could have never imagined that guys like Harry really existed in this world. She loved him with all her heart, and she didn’t think that she could be apart from him for even one moment, without missing his touch, without missing the way he made her feel, the way she got weak in the knees every time he spoke to her.

Harry was now moaning loudly with every breath he took. This felt amazing. Hermione was amazing. Harry couldn’t believe that a girl like Hermione would ever be in love with him, but he was wrong. He was in love with him, more than anything else in the world, and he loved her back just the same. Hermione was simply amazing; she was smart, caring, loving, and beautiful all at the same time. She was the most beautiful girl Harry could have ever imagined, and he was so in love. Just a simple touch from Hermione, just a look, just a simple smile, made Harry mad with desire. Just being close to her made him want to be closer, made him want to go all the way, again and again.

Harry kissed her fiercely, desiring more from her, yet no matter how much he got, he was never satisfied. She had this effect on him. Hermione kissed back, licking his lips, as she held the back of his neck, pulling him closer into her, deepening the kiss, making it burn with passion.

Their screams and moans were getting louder and louder by the second, but at this point; they didn’t care if anyone heard them. All they cared about was each other. All they cared about was being there together. They didn’t care if people found out about them, as a matter of fact, they felt like climbing to the highest mountain and screaming it out into the sunset for everyone to hear.

Hermione gripped Harry’s shoulders and moaned loudly as she felt herself climax, her muscles tightening around Harry, closing her eyes, and panting as she felt her body relax. Harry followed only moments behind her, feeling his release. He groaned in pleasure, hiding his face in her hair, as he collapsed on top of her, quickly rolling over next to her. They were both panting heavily, trying desperately to catch their breath, after what had just happened. After they had made love, in the most amazing way imaginable.

Their bodies were covered in sweat, glistening in the dim light of the room. Harry and Hermione slowly rolled over onto their sides to face each other, as they began to catch their breath and come back to their senses, becoming aware of the surroundings around them, for the first time in what felt like hours since they started making love.

Hermione gazed into Harry’s shining emerald green eyes, and Harry looked back at her.

“Harry, that was more amazing then I ever imagined it would be, that felt wonderful,” Hermione whispered, as she closed her eyes and laid her head on his chest, breathing deeply. She felt more relaxed then she had felt in a long time, she felt as though there were no worries in her life, as though everything was perfect. Truly, everything was perfect, because she was here with Harry, and they had just shared this moment with each other.

“Hermione, you don’t even realize how much I love you, and you don’t even realize what you do to me, and how much pleasure you’ve allowed me to feel, it was just overwhelming, like I could never get enough of you” Harry whispered breathlessly, “You’re the most amazing, most wonderful person that has ever walked the face of this earth. Mione, this is the first time I’ve ever felt like I could trust another person with all of my feelings and emotions, and this is the first that I just let out everything that I was feeling, and besides that we just had the most amazing sex that could ever exist anywhere… you made me feel like I didn’t have to hold anything back, and like I could just let it out, and that felt wonderful,” Harry whispered into her ear, as he ran his fingers through her hair, grazing his fingertips over the back of her neck, causing her to shiver.

“Harry, I love you so much, you’re just amazing,” was all Hermione could say, but the expression on her face and the look in her eyes already said it all. She was in love with Harry Potter, and there was nothing anyone could do about it. She would love him forever, no matter what, and she was ready to accept the fact that Voldemort was after him, and she was ready to stand right by his side and fight.

“Mione… you’re beautiful,” Harry whispered to her, as he watched her, “You’re completely flawless,” he continued, as he cupped her cheek in his hand and stroked it with his thumb.

Hermione smiled, “Thank you, Harry, but you must know, you’re the sexiest guy that I have seen, or will ever see in my whole life, and all the same time, you’re the most caring, loving, and gentle person in this whole world, and Harry, I just want to lie here with you forever,” Hermione whispered back truthfully, as she ran her fingers through his jet-black hair.

Harry returned her smile, “You’re over exaggerating,” he said with a quiet laugh.

“Which part of it exactly?” Hermione asked, a smile still curled on her soft lips.

Harry grinned, “The whole part about me being all wonderful… I totally agree with you about the lying here forever part though,” Harry whispered, as he winked at her.

“Harry, I wasn’t exaggerating one bit, every word I said was true, and I meant it all one hundred percent,” Hermione said, speaking quietly, as she looked at him seriously.

Harry gaped at her for a moment, as he captured her lips in a soft, calm kiss. Hermione returned the kiss, cupping his cheek gently.

By now, they could barely keep their eyes open after all of the excitement of that day, and the amazing lovemaking experience that they had just shared. Harry had his arms wrapped tightly around her, holding her close to him, wanting to feel every part of her radiant, soft skin against him. Hermione leaned into him, closing her eyes as she laid her head on his chest. Nothing else was said between them. They simply lay there, breathing deeply, as they listened to each other’s hearts beating until they slowly drifted off into a peaceful sleep. Their dreams were filled with thoughts of each other, and nothing else. All Harry cared about at this moment was Hermione, and all Hermione cared about was him.

(This is the night)
Touch me, touch me
I want to feel your body
Your heart beat next to mine
(This is the night)
Touch me, touch me now


A/N: lol! I just had to add that song into there… It’s called “Touch Me” by Samantha Fox. I thought it fit really well right at the end of that chappy! LOL!

PS: There is, by the way, gonna be an actual plot to the story and the whole story isn't just going to be sex, but I'm just starting out right now, and it's the right time to have A LOT OF SEX and not really so much sex more a while and then MORE SEX... you guys know what I mean? lol... so this isn't like a totally pointless 100 percent sex story... it's like a Romantic, very... well... 'pointful'... story... the 'point' just hasn't come out yet lol... but it will in like the next... hmm... I think in about 2to 4chapters, I'm pretty sure that's what it is, unless I write another insanly long chapter and I hafta split it up into 2 chapters... well ya, you guys get the point... I have LOTS of plans for this story... LOTS AND LOTS... they just hafta unravel and everything has to happen at the right time... so this story will actually have a plot to it and there will actually be a point to this all... and I'm planning on making this a LONG story... 'cuz there are just sooo many damn ideas... alrighty... well I'm gonna hafta wrap up the REALLY long authors note for now... so yep... R&R! Thanks to everyone who reviewed!