Pomp and Certain Circumstances

Pomp and Certain Circumstances


Harry leaned back in the squashy armchair, sweating in the mid-June heat and trying desperately to find a position that would afford him the greatest breeze from the open window. He turned his head to the right, just enough to see her out of the corner of his eye.

\"Graduation, Hermione, can you imagine it?\" Harry chuckled gently. \"We\'re adults now.\"

\"I know,\" she said quietly. \"Unbelievable. I\'m going to miss this old place.\"

Hermione sat up away from the back of the couch and lifted the wealth of golden spirals
from her neck. She held it over her head as she spoke, gently fanning herself with her free hand.

Harry watched her quietly. She had changed so much in the years since they had first met. The hair that had, once upon a time, quiet resembled the shrubs in the front garden at 4 Privet Drive now tumble in a riot of honey-colored spirals nearly three-quarters of the way down her back. Her face was less round, and her cinnamon brown eyes were wide and consuming, as if she could see into your heart with one look.

Hermione cleared her throat loudly. \"Can I help you?\" she asked, grinning slightly.

Harry was taken aback at being yanked out of his impromptu reverie. \"What?\" he muttered stupidly. \"What do you mean?\"

She raised a delicate eyebrow. \"You were staring. Has my nose developed a spot or something?\" She raised a hand quickly to her nose, her face suddenly alight with embarrassed blush.

\"No, no,\" Harry responded, \"I was just thinking ... about Hogwarts.\"

Hermione lowered her hand and nodded.

\"We\'ve ... learned so much,\" he finished lamely.

Hermione sat up straighter and begun fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. \"But, you know ... there\'s a bit we haven\'t learned. I mean, there\'s one thing they aren\'t teaching us.\"

Harry turned to face her completely and donned a look of exaggerated shock. \"Hermione Granger ... Say Hogwarts hasn\'t taught her something?!?!\" He gasped ridiculously loudly, causing her to smile slightly, but not lose the look of uncomfortable concern.

\"No, I mean it,\" she said, and cleared her throat. \"There\'s one thing they don\'t teach us about. But every Muggle school in the world learns ...\"

Harry shifted slightly. Hermione Granger couldn\'t possibly be referring to what he was suspecting she was referring to ... \"And what\'s that?\" he asked, his voice cracking just slightly.

She cleared her throat loudly again, this time adjusting the hem of her skirt quiet nervously. Her eyes dropped to her skirt as her hands pawed it. \"Well, you know, ... erm ... about ... boys and girls and things ...\"

\"Ah ... oh,\" Harry answered after a moment. \"You mean ... er ... anatomy and things ...?\"

She never looked up from her skirt, but blushed furiously as she continued. \"Well, not just ... I mean ... well, Mugglenagenagers all learn about ... well ... that is ... they learn about ...sex.\"

Harry\'s heart jumped into her throat hearing her say the word. He slid his chair closer to hers, making a barricade between the two of them and the rest of the semi-crowded common room, so as not to be heard. \"You mean ... er ... boys and girls ... having sex?\"

\"Well, yes,\" she replied. All of a sudden, she looked up into Harry\'s eyes, a fervent question there. \"I mean, haven\'t you wondered why they don\'t teach us about it? All the Muggle schools do ... and you\'d think if they\'re all so mad to preserve magic blood and all ... but that they\'d show us how to ... you know ... do it right and all.\"

Harry was starring at her in slightly gape-mouthed shock. He just hadn\'t imagined her to ever broach the subject. And now that she had, he wasn\'t quite sure what to make of it. She was looking at her lap again, blushing from the intensity of his eyes on hers.

\"Stop staring,\" she whispered.

\"I just ... I can\'t help it ... I never imagined ... that you\'d ...\" he fumbled.

\"Well, don\'t you wonder why they\'ve never said anything about it?\" she questioned, looking at him once more.

\"Well, now that youtiontion it,\" he began, but this time it was his turn to drop his eyes. He shifted in his seat, trying delicately to draw attention away from the discomfort that this
conversation was causing him.

\"Now that you mention it,\" he started again, \"I have wondered.\"

Hermione smiled triumphantly, and her sudden ease relaxed him. \"So how do you suppose they mean for us to learn?\"

When their eyes met this time, they both blushed furiously, but did not look away. \"Well,\" Harry responded softly, \"I reckon they expect us to ... find someone on our own ... to help us learn.\"

Hermione nodded, letting her eyes rake over his body and face before returning to his eyes. \"Well, do you ... er ... know much about the subject?\"

Harry reddened noticeably. \"Not much,\" he whispered. \"You?\"

\"I\'ve read books,\" she responded confidently. When he laughed roundly, she scowled. \"Well, it\'s more than you\'ve done.\"

His face reddened in further embarrassment and was covered with hurt, so she gently
questioned, \"Have you ever thought of who you\'d like to ... er ... learn with?\"

Her voice quavered at the end of the statement. Harry closed his eyes and pictured a girl that he had loved ... with long, flowing black hair and deep, dark eyes. And then he opened his eyes and looked at the girl across from him. Her figure had grown long and lithe, her face was attractive and open. But most of all, the almond-shaped, cinnamon eyes were currently fixed upon him, trying desperately to suppress the anticipation and hope that was bubbling within her.

\"Yes, I have thought about it,\" Harry responded.

\"Oh?\" she said, her voice trembling. Her fingers knit themselves in the hem of her skirt which was currently pooling high on her thighs.

Harry leaned close to her cheek and reached out a hand that was not quite steady. He placed his fingers gently just underneath the skirt, high on the inside of her thigh. She jumped at his touch, and he could see her pulse hammg atg at the side of her throat. Her breath was hot on his cheek as he leaned near her ear.

\"I\'ll come to your room at midnight,\" he whispered, his voice barely a hush, but firm.


****


Hermione paced about the center of her room, her heart pounding within her chest. She had been clambering around her room all night, first cleaning, then straightening, then cleaning again, then lightly misting everything with a perfume she had made herself in one of her more uneventful days during Christmas break.

One of the main advantages of being Head Girl lie here, in her own room. She was assured total privacy and a rather abundant space to call her own. And here she stood in the middle of her room waiting for Harry. For the young man who, in less than half an hour, would be her lover.

Lover. She repeated it out loud after it echoed within her head. Harry was to be her lover. She stood in front of the long mirror on the back of her door and surveyed her handiwork, for the fourteenth time that evening.

She had bathed and groomed carefully, piling her curls in an elegant yet slightly unruly spiral at the back of her head. She had even slicked on just a little bit of makeup. Her figure was accented beautifully underneath the garment she had bought over Christmas, just in case something of this nature ever happened. Not that she had thought it would.

She looked at herself again, studying her whole body this time. The nightgown was a light, powder blue, darkening her russet eyes, and clinging lightly to her trim body and high, rounded breasts. The sheer fabric was edged with a deep blue piping that skimmed around the scooping neckline and tied neatly under her breasts; the willowy material allowed the deep midnight blue brassiere and panties to be just visible. Over top of the gown she had thrown a short robe of the same midnight blue, bespeckled with tiny silver stars and moons. The whole ensemble grazed the middle of her thighs, allowing her slender legs to appear longer.

She muttered \"Incendio\" quickly, a fire leaping to life within the grate just behind her as she heard a gentle tap on the door. Her whole body shook, but she steadied it as much as possible before calling, \"Enter.\"

The door opened slowly and shut just as quickly once the figure behind it moved inside. Hermione was standing in the middle of the room, facing just away from him, but she could sense immediately that he was nervous. She smiled warmly as he walked towards her. He carried the scent of one of the more masculine bubble baths used in the seventh years\' bathroom and she could see that the top of his hair was still damp. Her eyes raked over him, taking in the sight of his body.

Harry had filled out within the last two years, his shoulders wide and rounded now, his arms slightly muscular, telling of his workouts from Quidditch. He was wearing a kelly green dressing gown, beneath which was just visible a set of bottle green flannel pajamas. The light definition of his chest muscles was barely visible beneath the flannel; her fingers itched to feel the material, but she remained still.

His eyes raked over her in turn. Finally, he found his voice. \"Hermione, you look ...\" he trailed off, but his eyes never stopped roaming. His hands raised slowly and she felt his fingers graze the light material of her robe at her elbows. \"You look so ... wow...\"

\"Thank you,\" she whispered. He had moved so near to her now that because his hands still held gently her at the elbows, she had no choice but to lace her hands under his arms, laying her palms against his sides. His chest was shaking as he drew breath.

\"You\'re trembling,\" she whispered.

\"I can\'t help it,\" he responded quietly, but not in a whisper. \"You... you\'re ... so
beautiful ... it takes my strength away.\"

Her heart was pounding within her chest, a tear leaked from either eye. So long had she waited to here something like this.

She smiled up into his eyes; he was a mere few inches taller than her. She allowed her hands to slide up his chest to his throat and then across his cheeks. She gently removed his glasses and set them on the nightstand behind her. \"Let me see those beautiful eyes,\" she said gently, \"without any hindrance.\"

After she had gazed into his strikingly green eyes for a few moments, he blurted out the question that had been buzzing around his head all evening. \"Hermione ... why ... why me?\"

She smiled again, no longer afraid of the answer. No longer afraid of his reply. She laced her hands around the side of his neck, her fingers skimming the bottom of his hair at the
nape. \"Because I love you.\"

He swallowed hard, cleared his throat. \"You do?\" he asked, his voice no louder for all
the preparation.

\"Yes, I do. I always have.\"

His tongue smoothed itself across his lips briefly before he spoke. \"I love you too,\" he replied.

\"Do you really?\" she asked before she could stem the flow of words. \"You don\'t have to say it just because I did ...\"

\"Hermione, I\'ve always loved you. I just didn\'t know it until now.\"

Another tear ld frd from her eye as he brought his face down close to hers. She closed her eyes and he laid his lips gently on the top of her right eyelid. She could nearly see him move, slowly, to kiss the other. When he had pulled away, she opened her eyes just in time to see him bring his lips to hers.

His lips were hot and soft against her own, seeking and asking as he licked his tongue gently against her bottom lip, requesting entry into her mouth. She parted her lips in response and felt her pulse leap as his tongue explored her mouth. Her hands pushed at the back of his neck, bringing him closer as his arms tightened around her waist, molding her body against his. The kiss intensified, causing searing excitement to race through her veins. Just as she thought her knees might buckle under her, he pulled away. He walked briskly across the room and rested his hands against the fireplace mantel, his back to her.

\"Harry, what\'s wrong?\" she asked, her voice breaking with sorrow. She had failed at something.

He cleared his throat quietly, but did not reply. She moved behind him and rested her hand on his shoulder.

\"What did I do wrong?\" she asked, fighting tears.

He turned quickly to her, but upon seeing her face, turned back and rested his hands once more on the mantel. \"You did nothing wrong ... I ... don\'t know ... I don\'t know how to start ...\"

Sudde it it dawned on her what he was saying. \"Neither do I,\" she said, laughing lightly.

He turned to her and smiled. \"Fine pair we are,\" he responded, retur her her laugh.

They stood for a few moments, neither one moving or speaking, just drinking in the sight of one another. Finally, Hermione replied, \"Perhaps if we started by ... getting undressed ...?\"

Harry flushed scarlet but nodded. \"Maybe we could ... take turns. You know, I ... take off one thing, then you. So we\'re not one of us **cleared throat** nude and the other just ... watching ...\" He cleared his throat nervously, his hands fidgeting with the tie of his dressing gown.

Hermione nodded. \"Yes, that sounds like ... a lovely idea.\"

Harry smiled uncertainly and then said, \"Well, if we both take off the dressing gowns then we\'ve each got three pieces on. We can alternate taking them off and then ... and then ...\"

\"Go from there,\" Hermione finished. She smiled at his logical dissection of their best course of action, knowing that the reasoning was making him steadier. She grinned at him and slipped the robe from her shoulders and draped it over the bed. He followed suit and then looked back to her.

\"Right ... er ... I\'ll start then ...\"

When Hermione nodded her ascent, his shaking hands reached up to his top shirt
button. When he had just undone the first button, a thought popped into her head.

\"If we like ...\" she began.

He nearly jumped a foot at her voice, but looked entirely relieved at this pause in the tension. \"Yes?\" he inquired, dropping his hands from his shirt.

\"If we would like to ... touch ... something, we should ...er ... ask first. But we may touch anything we like?\" She was fidgeting again with the hem of her nightgown.

\"Yes,\" he replied shakily. \"But we should ask first.\"

\"Right,\" she responded. Then smiled. \"Go on then.\"

He grinned nervously and resumed the removal of his shirt. His pale skinned gleamed under the flickering firelight, and she felt her pulse leap at the sight of his naked torso. His chest and stomach were more cleanly defined than she had supposed, and dotted with a thin thatch of jet-black hair, thickening into a straight path just below his navel and darting under where his pants rode low on his hips.

\"May I?\" she asked, one hand stretched out lightly towards his chest.

He nodded, not trusting his voice to hold. She moved closer to him and her eyes followed her hand as it roamed gently from the tip of his right middle finger, up his arm, rounding at his shoulder and smoothing her finger tips across his collarbone. Her eyes still followed as her fingers traveled across his chest, noting the sharp intake of breath as her fingers slipped into the fine dusting of hair just above his waistband.

She watched his chest heave slightly as she moved back a step, her fingers dragging across the warm green flannel; she smiled wickedly at the flush rising on his cheeks and the fire beginning to burn just behind his eyes.

He, however, was beginning to form his own grin. \"Now you. The gown,\" he demanded, his voice gaining strength.

She smirked again, plotting to dissolve that strength, but found that she was now trembling from anxiety. She lifted a delicate hand to her left shoulder and pushed away one strap of the gown. The thin loop fell quickly - leaving only one strap holding the gown in place - revealing the top of the smooth satin brassiere. She pushed the other strap away and removed her hands, allowing the gown to fall to the floor in a soft hush of material.

He moved toward her. He stepped so that his bare toes were placed on the outside of either of her feet and was so near that she could feel his breath on her neck. \"May I?\" he asked.

She nodded in response and shivered at the feel of his hand. He hand placed both sets of fingertips on the outside of her hips, running them towards the center at her waist and then moving upward. He flattened his palms against her stomach and split his hands. His body began to shake against her, but nevertheless, he continued until his hands cupped up and over her breasts. They lingered there only a moment, but long enough to tease her nipples into points before continuing upwards to smooth his palms against her throat.

He ran his hands quickly down her arms before stepping away. \"Next level then?\" he inquired, his hands hanging on his waistband. She nodded in response and watched eagerly as he untied the string at his waist and let the pajama bottoms fall to the floor. She took in the sight of his long lean legs beneath the green boxer shorts covered with tiny golden snitches, but scowled.

\"This isn\'t fair,\" she pouted.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise. \"What do you mean?\"

\"Well, here you are, still having underwear on, but when I take off my next piece, I\'ll be half naked. That\'s not fair at all.\"

He smirked. \"Well, I haven\'t got anything else for you to put on,\" he responded cheekily. \"Besides, that\'s your payment for having me go first.\"

She scowled again, but then her face molded into an anxious grimace. \"Er ... what should I ... take off next? I mean ... er ... what would you ... like to ... see first?\"

She was blushing furiously, her hands searching for, but not finding something to fidget with. He gestured vaguely towards her lower half, flushing himself. \"Take off the bottoms first ... I\'d like to ... er ... see what ... it looks like.\"

She nodded slightly, and, for the first time since he had come in, was embarrassed to look him in the eye. She bent slightly as she pushed down her panties and then straightened as she stepped out of them. Her eyes flickered to and from his face, barely daring to gauge how he was looking at her.

To her surprise, his eyes were round in wonder and his hands were clenching and unclenching at his sides. Again, to her surprise, he reached out a hand tentatively towards her.

\"M-may I?\" he asked precariously.

Her heart was galloping within her throat. She certainly had not expected him to ask to touch ... at least not so soon ... She stared fixedly over his shoulder as she nodded her head. For the first time all evening, she was far beyond nervous. She was frightened. He moved close to her ... so close that the heat from his body warmed her goose-pimpled flesh. She twitched as she felt him flatten his palm against her abdomen.

\"If you don\'t want me to-\" he started, but she quickly cut him off.

\"Here,\" she said overtop of his protest and laying her hand atop his, \"let me ... g-guide you.\"

She covered the back of his hand with hers and steered his fingers to the growing warmth at the meeting of her thighs. She gasped instinctively as his fingers moved into her. His chest pressed against hers as she felt he spread them slightly, exploring. She felt him move just the tip of his index finger into her body.

\"I-is that ...\" he began, \"i-is that ...\"

\"Where ... you would go,\" she finished. \"Y-yes.\"

His hands were shaking more now, but she knew that it was not from fear. Then she felt him brush over the most sensitive part of this peak of her body. She could not stifle a delighted gasp.

His fingers recoiled slightly. \"Did I ... do something wrong?\" he questioned. She looked up into his face, covered with worried shock.

\"No,\" she said, \"oh ... no. It felt good.\"

He flushed crimson. \"What is that?\" he inquired timidly.

\"It\'s ... well, it\'s sort of the most important ... er ... stimulation point,\" she responded,
trying her best to word the explanation in the book she had read.

His fingers moved over the spot again, this time more surely. Her head bobbed just the slightest bit, overcome by the sensation. \"So when you ... when you please yourself ... is that what you touch?\"

\"Yes.\"

His fingers stroked her there again. \"Like this?\"

She hadn\'t even realized that she had laced her arm around his back at some point, but she instinctively pushed him closer. \"Yes,\" she replied, her voice husky. Before she could stop herself, she laid her lips against his neck, kissing him roughly there, and cried, \"Again.\"

obliobliged, becoming rapidly surer of his actions. He pulsed his fingers again on the sensitive spot, closing his eyes and rocking slightly with the intensity of feeling. Suddenly, Hermione snapped up rigidly and moved away from him.

\"Harry, perhaps we should ...\" By the look on his face, she could have sworn his heart must be breaking.

\"Would you like to stop?\" he asked.

She laughed, relieving some of her tension. \"No,\" she responded, \"I merely wanted to ... finish what we started and didn\'t want to ... get any further ... distracted.\"

He looked at her inquisitively.

\"I want to see your body,\" she finished. \"I\'ve ... I\'ve dreamed so about seeing your body.\"

He smiled, and she could have sworn she saw a tear forming in his eye. He raised his hand and laid it on her cheek. \"You are too good,\" he said quietly.

\"No, I\'m just someone who loves you.\"

He smiled again and put his hands to his waist. He hesitated for a moment, but then made to push away the garment.

\"Wait,\" she said, holding up a hand. \"Let me.\"

His pulse was racing in his chest as she stepped over to him and gently removed his underwear. She moved away as he stepped out of them, gazing now unashamedly at his body. She beamed at him and intoned, \"You are beautiful.\"

A lock of ebony hair fell into his eyes as he stood, nervously shifting from foot to foot. She gazed fixedly at his torso, and then began to chuckle. He clapped his hands over his groin, reddening in embarrassment. \"What?\"

She chuckled even louder at his response, but answered, \"After reading all those books, that\'s never what I imagined it would look like erect.\"

He tightened his hands over his private parts and squeaked out a high, \"Stop it, that\'s not funny.\"

She moved towards him and reached out her arms, pulling his hands apart and away. \"Oh, Harry, I\'m not laughing at you. At me, really, at my silly bookish mind.\"

He smiled slightly but did not lose his flush until she said, \"May I?\"

As soon as he nodded his head, she flattened her palms on his stomach, on either side of the shaft of his penis. He gasped as she drew her hands together and moved them up along him. He watched her watching her hands slide along his length, gently squeezing her fingers around him, moving down to cup and cradle his testicles, soaking up all the sensation her mind and body could gather.

Her voice came quietly as she stilled her hands, looking down at his penis. \"Would you show me how you pleasure yourself? Teach me?\" she questioned.

He flushed as her eyes came up to search his face. He nodded and guided her behind him. \"Here,\" he said, moving in front of her and wrapping her arms around his middle, \"it\'s easiest this way. Then you can feel it just how I do.\"

She pressed her face to his back as he guided her hdowndown to wrap around his penis. He covered her hand with his own and guided her as they made slow up-and-down strokes. She felt his pulse quicken against her face.

Feeling daring, she timed her movements and curled her thumb over the head between strokes. \"This good?\" she asked.

\"Yes,\" he managed.

She pushed the strokes quicker, squeezing her hand slightly tighter on him. \"And this?\"

\"Yes.\"

The strokes quickened until he had begun to pant audibly with excitement. \"Wait,\" he heaved, prying her hand away. \"Wait.\"

He drew her around to face him, noting dimly the flush of excitement on her face. \"You have one more piece left,\" he said, gesturing to her bra. \"Wouldn\'t want to get more ... distracted.\"

She smiled and then slowly made to remove the brassiere, knowing he would stop her. \"Wait,\" he said lightly, echoing her own interjection. \"Let me.\"

She dropped her hands and stood tall as he moved his hands to the center clasp where her bra fastened together. He snapped it apart, but waited for a moment before removing the garment. Her chest was pulsing with heavy breaths as he gently opened the brassiere and pushed
it back away from her shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor.

They stood nude in the middle of her room, facing each other, in total silence. The crackle of the fireplace seemed harshly loud in the quiet room. It seemed to take forever for his head to lower itself to her breast, but time resumed as she gasped at the feel of his lips and tongue on her nipple.

She rose to her toes against his mouth, desiring to increase the contact of body to lips in any means possible. She dully registered his hands against the small of her back, pushing her closer as well. She moaned aloud as he moved his mouth to the other breast and then kissed his way up her neck.

When their mouths met, the lips and tongues were hungry and impassioned. They pulled each other closer, barely able to distinguish one body from the other, their passions hurtling them towards something neither knew but both desired. He pressed his hips closer to hers as she lifted to her toes once again, hungry to be closer to him. She gasped aloud as his mouth covered the soft flesh beneath her ear. He pulled away, knowing that this was not a sound he had heard yet tonight.

\"I felt it,\" she said panting. In answer to his questioning face, she continued. \"When I moved up near you, I felt you move between my legs. And, oh dear god, have I never wanted anything so much as I want you now.\"

His chest heaved as his arms sought her again. When she was enfolded in his arms again, his face moving towards hers, she spoke again. \"Take me now, Harry. Take me and fill me and let us not be parted again tonight.\"

He quivered uncertainly in her arms, but she merely moved towards the bed, pulling him with her. She laid back against the soft satin of her comforter, bringing him over her. He moved to cover her, his knees propping up to hold his body atop hers, resting his weight on his elbows. He bent his head and took her lips again then drew away.

His voice came in a hoarse whisper. \"Are you sure you are ready?\"

She laced her legs delicately around the small of his back, the gentle pressure guiding his body towards hers. \"Yes. Fill me.\"

He slipped slowly into her. She tightened and winced as her body screamed its first resistance to the new intrusion. His heart wrenched at the pain etched on her face. He drew out of her. \"Hermione ...\" he spoke, nearly a sob.

\"It\'s all right,\" she said, opening her eyes. \"It will hurt for a bit. I knew it would. Keep going.\"

He hesitated, hovering over her. She merely nodded and reassured him, \"Start slow.\"

He moved into her again, pushing as gently as he could manage, hoping desperately that he was not too clumsy. Her hand moved at the small of his back, directing with gentle pressure the force of his thrusts. There was still pain on her face, a small stream of tears issuing froe eye eye, and it nearly broke him. Though his thrusting was slow, he could see she was not eased. He made to draw out of her, but as he did, her face melted into something else.

\"Of course,\" she whispered suddenly, \"there it is.\" Her face was now glazed with a dawning pleasure. She laughed. \"Well, don\'t stop now that we\'ve got the hang of it!\"

He smiled down onto her face and resumed his movements. She began to gasp as his thrust became steadily faster, harder. He was panting now, a fine glaze of sweat beginning to coat their skin. She was kissing him now, sucking eagerly on his throat, his ear, his lips in turn.

He felt himself beginning to lose control. He pulsed wildly between her legs, heaving and thrusting, spurred on by her growing cries of exultation.

\"More,\" she cried, \"harder!\"

His body leapt in response, pushing harder towards a precipice that they both were tottering closer to. Her body was heaving now, taut with excitement at the rough pounding of his body, the heavy pressure of his breath at her throat. She felt her whole body begin to tingle. A growing warmth was spreading like fire from the place where he had entered her.

\"Can you feel it, Harry? Is it nearing for you to?\"

He nodded but could make no sound other than the building moans leaping from his lips.

\"Wait, wait!\" she cried, and pushed at his shoulders. She pressed him down, back to the bed, and quickly moved on top of him. \"I just ... let me just ...\" she muttered frantically as she settled on top of his penis.

He cried out, his heart and being leaping at this new sensation. His hands clasped her hips hungrily, guiding her as she began a slow rocking motion. He felt his body straining again, building towards that blessed release he was anticipating. Her hips rocked faster and faster and she reached down to grab at his hand. She pushed his fingers back towards the sensitive spot just above where he was now thrusting wildly, bucking his hips to match her strides.

\"T me me here, Harry...\"

She was fisting her hands in her hair, leaning back to feel the full sensation of him.
Suddenly she flung them wide, her whole body quaking with the exuberance of her climax. Seeing it ripple through her undid him, and he followed her, plunging into her body and releasing.

She felt the warm flood of him fill her and she felt her whole body spasm, riding the waves of her peak. As the last spears died away, she leaned down and laid her forehead aga his his, now slick with sweat and clinging wet strands of hair. She pressed her lips against his, gently searching his mouth and caressing his tongue. He panted beneath her as she moved off of him. He gathered her in his arms, their bodies sliding slightly at the sheen of perspiration.

\"Happy Graduation, Hermione,\" he said quietly.

She chuckled and clasped him closer.


~~ Fin ~~