Come with me

Come with me:

Hermione let go of his now numb hands and slid them back onto his silk like chest. He could feel how much heat was pulsating through his veins. Only this girl could create it.

Her kiss made him more and more breathless but he didn’t care. This time he wouldn’t let her go. Too long he had to wait. With his hands he brought her even closer to him. She was crushing at him, there was no space left. Through her PJ he could feel her breasts but it wasn’t enough. Slowly Harry’s hands started to travel down her spin. She ended to kiss on his mouth and went onto his neck where she teased him. But this wasn’t all, she had started to move against him. Her hips were in a rhythmical way pushing into him.

“You make me crazy!” Harry groaned. “D’you think so? You havean ian idea what you do to me.” She whispered in a low way. In the meantime he had found the edge of the PJ-top. He slipped his hands under the material. Her skin was burning and so damn soft. Barely he touched her but this alone did it.

Another move from her hips. He was by now aroused from this. With his right hand he reached her waistband and slipped his hand under it. Hermione gasped loud as he pushed with his hand on her bare buttocks her hips against him. No longer could she move against him. Instead she was steadily pressed against him.

“We are a little bit impatient, aren’t we?” She said with a short breath. “Hermione, you know how long we had to wait?” he murmured as he felt how she did search after something in the dark. Only barely Harry heard her then the candles where again on. Brown hairs were tickling his chest and her eyes were locked with his.

“I wanted to see you…” she explained as he rolled her over. Now on top of her it felt different for him because Hermione didn’t look anymore like someone who knew what she did, she looked much more innocent. She laid there like that only an hour ago in her own bed only this time there wasn’t the shine off the moon upon her face, it wasn’t silvery it was now orange. Harry brought his hands from under her up to her face.

Suddenly he was quiet, caught by her like he was so often if they were at this point. With one finger he trailed over her jaw, lightly touching her skin there. It was soft and slightly flushed. Holding her cheek now with his hand he bent down and kissed her slightly on the nose. She was surprised huch uch tender he was in this move. “You’re the strongest soul of all and the bravest of heart!” His voice was only inches above a whisper. “Not as much as you are.” She said. By this Harry smiled because this was how she always did it. Never she could take a simple compliment as just this. That’s why he loved her even more for it. Hermione wasn’t selfish enough. Before his thoughts could drift any further away she kissed him demandingly.

Without hesitation Harry gave into her wanting and parted his lips to taste hers once more. Nice and sweet, sugary, almost like pumpkin. For the next few minutes he wouldn’t leave her lips. His left hand went to her collar to the very first button of her PJ-top. Slowly he unbuttoned it. Everytime he went on to the next button he trailed with his hand over the bare skin. By the last one he stopped kissing her instead he saw directly into her eyes. To his own amazement they shone with desire for him. On her kd lid lips appeared a smile. “I really love this if you do this to me.” She cooed. “I would do this all the time if I could..” he trailed off as he unbuttoned the last one. “And what would become off your homework?” she did ached a bit as he revealed her breasts. “My homework?” he unbelievingly lifted one of his eyebrows. “Off course your homework. You know how important this is to me. There is nothing more important to me than that.” Hermione went on in a mock tone.

“Hmm actually, you are my homework. So I guess I need do more to get an outstanding, don’t I?” With his index finger he went lazily over her breast. “You’re right…” More and more she became quiet by his tender touch. Once in a while he did kiss her but was still drawing trails with his fingers around her breast. Her breath became deeper and faster. Harry knew she was by now no longer controlled by her mind. Still one of her hands was touching his bare back but it grew impatient as he kissed her once more just lightly. This time Hermione didn’t let him go again. She deepened the kiss and at the same time she grabbed his hand and lay it fully on her right breast.

Harry got the hint and gave her breast a gentle treatment with his thumb. She arched under him even more. Again Hermione started to move against him. He groaned into her mouth. Before he could recover from her pushing he felt her hand on him. Though his jeans and his boxers were between her hand and him it still made him crazy. He left her mouth and kissed her neck open mouthed. His journey stopped by her breast where he barely licked her nipple. Between a frustrated groan and an arousal moan she whispered: “Harry, I said don’t play with me!” By now he was sucking on her breast. Suddenly he felt how his by now tight jeans were unbuttoned by her and how she started slowly to unzip them. Harry left her body and slide his trouser together with his boxers down. The last bit he kicked away.

Hermione was strangely quiet and just watched him now that he was complete nude. Their eyes meet and for the second time in his life he saw in her eyes something like helplessly. She was unsure didn’t know how she could touch him. At this he smiled warmly at her. “Its all right, Hermione.” She just nodded by and glanced down at him. “Its just, just I’ve never seen you like that.” She muttered at last. “This time is different.” He told her and stroked her cheek slowly. Too well could he remember the first time. As could he ever forget this dark room though it was supposed to be in light. She couldn’t see him only feel.

Harry bent down to meet her lips. This kiss started out to be soft but was a very fast and passionate one. Just briefly his hands travelled to her breasts only to go on to her waist. Once more this evening he let slide his hand beyond the waistband. Her hips arched against him as he grasped one of the cheeks of her butt. Furiously her tongue caressed his. He could never get enough of that. Slowly but seriously was this PJ-trousers in his way. As if Hermione could read his mind her hand came down and she started to pull the last two barriers down. He helped her eagerly.

Again Harry smiled at her. He did know very well after this evening this smile wouldn’t vanish that fast from his face. She looked amazingly only with this PJ-top on which was very revealing right now because it wasn’t buttoned. Slightly he changed his position so that he was now directly at her side nearly laying on his back. Soon her hands were back on his skin and went on with maddening strokes. His breath became uneven by that again. She merely trailed circles around his nipples before she did go further down on his chest. Harry leaned with a groan completely on his back. To be under control by someone was always uncomfortable but here he was with great pleasure. Hermione was the one who could hold him under control just with her touch. Her lips were now too back on him. With her tongue she caressed his waiting skin. Every inch of his skin was on fire.

Slowly he touched her hair as she was still teasing him and moaned there and then. The hairs were soft, to his surprise soft in a way how straight hairs could never be. By now she was in the near of his navel and he knew he couldn’t take much more. Hermione probably wanted to discover him more but he couldn’t allow this, not if he wanted what he for weeks wanted to do. The first time had been not at all that what he wished it would be. It had been awkward and for Hermione uncomfortable. Harry knew it had been hurtful for her though she never had told him how much or if there had been any pleasure at all. Now he wanted to be sure that she got as much as he got if not more. He sat up and let Hermione stop and look at him in surprise. She was now kneeing in front of him. It was his time to pleasure her and not otherwise. “Why can’t you let me care for you?” He asked her. Before she could answer him he kissed her lightly. With both arms he held her tighter against him before he lay back with her in his arms down, rolled over. Again he was on top.

Harry let his hands travel over her body, pass her breasts over her stomach which wasn’t to flat to her hips. There he stroked her for some time before he made his mind up and went on to her thighs. He placed butterfly like kisses on her face while she still held a look of unbelievement “Harry?” she whispered. “Just let me take care for you.” He told her seriously. She reached after his face and touched his cheek softly. “Why?” He could barely hear her. Harry couldn’t believe her. “Why? Because, because I love you.” He said as he bent down again to kiss her. The broadest smile that he ever saw was on her face. She didn’t say anything just smiled at him as if he were that what she had searched and finally found in him. This time she kissed him and he went on with his journey. His hands were now where he wanted them. There where the head was at the highest. Hermione gave strange throaty sounds which were muffled.

He merely touched the hairs there she was aching against him to make him touch her complete. And he did touch her for the second time in his life. Warmth and moisture surround his fingers. Carefully and slowly he stroked this area. They kisses grew more and more deep. One of her hands was in his hair and the other constantly caressed his back. With his finger he entered her. This was different because Hermione was relaxed, without fears. Suddenly Hermione broke the kiss. Her breathing was incredible fast and she was sweating. “Stop!” She moaned. He stopped but still had his hand there. He looked puzzled at her but than she spread her legs further apart, so far that Harry laid now between her legs. He took away his hand before he closed the space between them. “I want you inside of me.” She answered the unasked question. Her hand found his member and she guided him to her entrance. Slowly she let him go. Harry didn’t dare to say a word. He was silently watching her. He could see it in her face if he hurt her or not. But the more he entered her the more he was surprised that Hermione remained relaxed.

He let the breath he was holding escape. “Its all right!” she muttered as she let one hand roaming over his back and the other one over his face. Harry was still quiet, strangely quiet as if he needed time to know where he was and what he had to feel. There was just warmth around him and he knew that was Hermione. She moved her feet along his legs. Holding him as if she would never let him go again. Slowly he started to move as he kissed her once more. Hermione made sounds which he hadn’t heard the first time. He broke the kiss and looked at her face. There was an impression of surprise on her face. “How does it feel?” he asked panting slightly. “Good!” He could hear in her voice that she hadn’t expect it. The pace grew by that. It made him sure she was comfortable with it. His hands were on her thighs which she laid around his waist, holding him more against her so that his thrusts were deeper by now. Suddenly Hermione’s hips tried to meet his as he did caressing her neck. Slight moans were escaping her throat. They were quiet moans not loud.

He placed one hand her buttocks to steady her than he stopped to move. Before Hermione could ask any questions he attacked her slightly parted lips. His tongue discovered her mouth as he held her tight against him than he rolled over. He groaned as he felt her weight on him which caused him to be even deeper in her. She was where he wanted her to be on top of him, moving her hips against him. Harry had enough space to touch her back, her body just every inch of her. Very so slowly she sat up, her eyes were closed as she did so. As she started to ride him, he needed to close his eyes. Because this image was priceless not to compare with any dreams he might have. Hermione’s hair were touching her shoulders, her breasts were bouncing slightly. The skin was shining in the shine of the flame.

Slowly he opened his eyes again as he was sure could take this view. Unaware of his own action his arms reached out for her. At first his hands were at her waist but travelled higher till he reached her breasts. Suddenly her eyes opened and were locked with his stare. Harry could feel how he was getting closer. He teased her breasts slightly as her pace got faster. He sat up to touch her more, to be closer to her. Before Harry had resist to against her, to meet her movements. With his hands on her buttocks he pressed her more against him and tried to control her. A long time, for him it seemed to be long he stared into her eyes as her hands found his face and brought her lips on his. He wouldn’t last much longer he could feel every time her hips met with hi

With a moment of hesitation he reached with his hand between them, starting to touch her again. By this Hermione left his mouth and buried her head against his shoulder. He could hear how she moaned more frequently then before. Her grip on his shoulders was tighter now. Maybe she was close, too. He didn’t know it for sure because he never saw her like that. Hermione’s moving wasn’t anymore that rhythmical though he pushed her with his other hand against him. His mouth was buried into her shoulder as he came to his edge. His groan and moan was muffled. Because he had his arm still around her as he felt her tensing. If he thought her grip had been tight then, her grip by now was deadly. She was holding at him hard as he felt her shaking slightly. At this point he was lost, more lost as he had ever been. Hermione had stopped to move against him like he had stopped. Only her panting could be heard and the burning fast breath of her touch. Harry knew he could stay there forever only with her in his arms. Nothing between them. “I won’t ever a clean mind if you say to me come with me.” He heard Hermione muttering. “What?” he asked tired. “That’s what you had said to me as you woke me.” “Really? Does this mean that you will blush every time I tell you in the great hall that you should come with me?” He asked nearly hopefully. “Maybe if you keep doing this to me, what you did just seconds before.” By that she sounded husky. “Is this an outstanding?” She broke a little bit apart and looked to him instantly. Than she crushed his mouth with hers and kissed him furiously. As she left his mouth again she just said. “Is this enough for an answer?” Harry could only nod to that.


Authornote: I would like to thank nicknike for betaing.