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Running Away
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Harry/Hermione
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Harry/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
9
Views:
8,696
Reviews:
23
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Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Finally
ANOTHER SHORT CHAPTER BUT IT'S WHAT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR. DON'T WORRY, THERE WILL BE MORE.
Harry stood there for several seconds, not breathing, not speaking, just staring at Hermione with an intensity she had never seen before. His eyes raked over her body noticing how her shirt clung to her chest and her white skirt was almost see through. He watched as raindrops dripped from her hair, down the side of her face in the most intoxication way. He looked to her eyes and saw the same look he had the night three years ago. He wouldn’t make the same mistake, he couldn’t, not again.
Harry walked the few steps to Hermione and her whole body stiffened as if she was expecting him to hit her. When he raised his hand and lightly caressed her cheek, she relaxed. Hermione opened her mouth to speak but was silenced by Harry’s lips crashing onto hers hungrily. He seemed to devour her and Hermione soon softened under his touch. His hands found her back and pulled her flush against him, her body wetting the front of his shirt. Her arms looped around his neck and her hand snaked into his unruly hair. He broke the kiss, leaving her breathless, and began assaulting her neck. Biting and kissing his way down to her throat. When he came across the neck of her button up shirt he pulled back, looking down at it.
His hands reached for either side and ripped the shirt down the middle. His head instantly dipping into the valley between her breasts and doing magical things with his tongue, Hermione completely forgot to be mad about her shirt. She continued to knead her hand through his hair and as he bit her already hard nipple through the fabric of her bra, she threw her head back in ecstacy.
Harry reached behind her and unbuckled her bra and slipped it down her arms. He grabbed her waist and pushed her back until she hit the edge of the front counter. He grabbed her bum and lifted up to sit on the edge. She grabbed the ledge to steady herself as Harry bent down and took her nipple in his mouth. She moaned his name and he sucked it harder. He paid equal attention to the other before making his way down her stomach. Kissing lightly a path to her navel. He circled it with his tongue and she flinched, due to being ticklish.
Harry stood back up and quickly pulled his shirt over his head and kissed Hermione roughly again. Her hands ran all over his chest, finding the feel of his washboard stomach did wonders to her already soaked panties. She kissed the top of his chest but Harry grabbed her face and pushed back to lay on the counter.
His hands slid up her thighs and under her drenched skirt. The feeling of the cool, damp cloth on his hands was welcoming to his scorching skin. He found her panties and yanked them off forcefully. As he held them in his hand he noticed how wet they were, and knew it was not the rain that had done it, but him. He pushed Hermione’s skirt up so he could look upon his prize. He tried not to show his surprise when he noticed Hermione had shaved herself. He licked his lips hungrily. Hermione lifted her head from the counter to look at Harry. He smiled to her and bent down to his knees.
Her head hit the counter with a loud thump as she threw it back from the sensation of his tongue running through her folds. He ran it up and down her length and circled it around her clit several times. He slowly tortured her, never licking too hard or too fast to make her cum. He wanted to torture her as she had done to him for three years.
“Harry, oh God, please!” Hermione begged, in nothing higher than a weak whisper and Harry couldn’t resist. He assaulted her with expert force. Flicking his tongue across her clit several times before pulling it between his teeth and sucking on it. She began to quiver and Harry grasped her thighs and kneaded them, telling her to let go. She shuddered as his tongue flicked against her opening. Harry lapped up all of her juices. He stood back and admired Hermione in the afterglow of her orgasm, a wicked smile on her lips.
He reached down and undid his pants and pulled them down to his ankles. He walked to Hermione and pulled her up to see him. She smiled as her juices glistened on his lips. She bent down and ran her tongue along his lips, tasting her juices. Harry grunted loudly and grabbed her and kissed her roughly. Hermione reached between them and ran her hand down his length. He was bigger then she could remember, and much bigger than Gerard, and she hoped it wouldn’t hurt. He grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the counter. He pulled her skirt down her legs and it fell to the floor.
Hermione grabbed the edge of the counter with both of her hands as Harry led his tip to her entrance. He teased her, letting it slide just a tad in and then pulling away. Hermione sighed in disappointment each time. Finally Harry grabbed her in a rough kiss and drove himself all the way into her. She bit his bottom lip to keep from screaming. The taste of blood filling both of their mouths. Harry began to move, expertly pulling out and then driving back in.
“Oh, fuck, Harry. That.... feels.... so.... good!” Hermione screamed. This only made Harry want her more. He drove into her harder and faster. Making her whole body crash against him. He could feel how wet he was making her and as it dripped down his inner thigh. She clenched around him and came for the second time. Her breath hot on his chest as she laid her head there. She recovered quickly and was back to urging him on.
“Come on, Harry, faster...... deeper!” Harry wanted to give her everything she wanted.
“Okay.” Harry finally spoke and pulled out of her. She sighed in frustration before Harry pulled her from the counter. She yelped in surprise and then in excitement as Harry turned her around and bent her over the counter. He walked behind her and dove into her, the deepest he had gone yet. He hit that special spot inside of her and she screamed in ecstacy. He pounded her continuously until he felt her start to clench again. He knew he couldn’t hold it this time.
They came together screaming each others name. Harry slumped exhausted against Hermione’s back as she lay across the counter. Neither could breath and drops of sweat dripped from Harry’s forehead to her back. They stayed that way for several minutes, neither moving or speaking, each wondering what this meant for them.
Harry stood there for several seconds, not breathing, not speaking, just staring at Hermione with an intensity she had never seen before. His eyes raked over her body noticing how her shirt clung to her chest and her white skirt was almost see through. He watched as raindrops dripped from her hair, down the side of her face in the most intoxication way. He looked to her eyes and saw the same look he had the night three years ago. He wouldn’t make the same mistake, he couldn’t, not again.
Harry walked the few steps to Hermione and her whole body stiffened as if she was expecting him to hit her. When he raised his hand and lightly caressed her cheek, she relaxed. Hermione opened her mouth to speak but was silenced by Harry’s lips crashing onto hers hungrily. He seemed to devour her and Hermione soon softened under his touch. His hands found her back and pulled her flush against him, her body wetting the front of his shirt. Her arms looped around his neck and her hand snaked into his unruly hair. He broke the kiss, leaving her breathless, and began assaulting her neck. Biting and kissing his way down to her throat. When he came across the neck of her button up shirt he pulled back, looking down at it.
His hands reached for either side and ripped the shirt down the middle. His head instantly dipping into the valley between her breasts and doing magical things with his tongue, Hermione completely forgot to be mad about her shirt. She continued to knead her hand through his hair and as he bit her already hard nipple through the fabric of her bra, she threw her head back in ecstacy.
Harry reached behind her and unbuckled her bra and slipped it down her arms. He grabbed her waist and pushed her back until she hit the edge of the front counter. He grabbed her bum and lifted up to sit on the edge. She grabbed the ledge to steady herself as Harry bent down and took her nipple in his mouth. She moaned his name and he sucked it harder. He paid equal attention to the other before making his way down her stomach. Kissing lightly a path to her navel. He circled it with his tongue and she flinched, due to being ticklish.
Harry stood back up and quickly pulled his shirt over his head and kissed Hermione roughly again. Her hands ran all over his chest, finding the feel of his washboard stomach did wonders to her already soaked panties. She kissed the top of his chest but Harry grabbed her face and pushed back to lay on the counter.
His hands slid up her thighs and under her drenched skirt. The feeling of the cool, damp cloth on his hands was welcoming to his scorching skin. He found her panties and yanked them off forcefully. As he held them in his hand he noticed how wet they were, and knew it was not the rain that had done it, but him. He pushed Hermione’s skirt up so he could look upon his prize. He tried not to show his surprise when he noticed Hermione had shaved herself. He licked his lips hungrily. Hermione lifted her head from the counter to look at Harry. He smiled to her and bent down to his knees.
Her head hit the counter with a loud thump as she threw it back from the sensation of his tongue running through her folds. He ran it up and down her length and circled it around her clit several times. He slowly tortured her, never licking too hard or too fast to make her cum. He wanted to torture her as she had done to him for three years.
“Harry, oh God, please!” Hermione begged, in nothing higher than a weak whisper and Harry couldn’t resist. He assaulted her with expert force. Flicking his tongue across her clit several times before pulling it between his teeth and sucking on it. She began to quiver and Harry grasped her thighs and kneaded them, telling her to let go. She shuddered as his tongue flicked against her opening. Harry lapped up all of her juices. He stood back and admired Hermione in the afterglow of her orgasm, a wicked smile on her lips.
He reached down and undid his pants and pulled them down to his ankles. He walked to Hermione and pulled her up to see him. She smiled as her juices glistened on his lips. She bent down and ran her tongue along his lips, tasting her juices. Harry grunted loudly and grabbed her and kissed her roughly. Hermione reached between them and ran her hand down his length. He was bigger then she could remember, and much bigger than Gerard, and she hoped it wouldn’t hurt. He grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the counter. He pulled her skirt down her legs and it fell to the floor.
Hermione grabbed the edge of the counter with both of her hands as Harry led his tip to her entrance. He teased her, letting it slide just a tad in and then pulling away. Hermione sighed in disappointment each time. Finally Harry grabbed her in a rough kiss and drove himself all the way into her. She bit his bottom lip to keep from screaming. The taste of blood filling both of their mouths. Harry began to move, expertly pulling out and then driving back in.
“Oh, fuck, Harry. That.... feels.... so.... good!” Hermione screamed. This only made Harry want her more. He drove into her harder and faster. Making her whole body crash against him. He could feel how wet he was making her and as it dripped down his inner thigh. She clenched around him and came for the second time. Her breath hot on his chest as she laid her head there. She recovered quickly and was back to urging him on.
“Come on, Harry, faster...... deeper!” Harry wanted to give her everything she wanted.
“Okay.” Harry finally spoke and pulled out of her. She sighed in frustration before Harry pulled her from the counter. She yelped in surprise and then in excitement as Harry turned her around and bent her over the counter. He walked behind her and dove into her, the deepest he had gone yet. He hit that special spot inside of her and she screamed in ecstacy. He pounded her continuously until he felt her start to clench again. He knew he couldn’t hold it this time.
They came together screaming each others name. Harry slumped exhausted against Hermione’s back as she lay across the counter. Neither could breath and drops of sweat dripped from Harry’s forehead to her back. They stayed that way for several minutes, neither moving or speaking, each wondering what this meant for them.