Graduation Quickie

Title: Graduation Quickie

Author: Pansy

A/N: One Shot, Harry/Hermione
(Shhh! I\'m writing this on the sly at work! hehehe)

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns it all (and more power to her!); I own nothing and do not profit monetarily from writing fan-fics.

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Graduation Quickie

Hermione Granger sat on the window seat of her prefect\'s bedroom. Her trunks were packed; her dress robes for tomorrow\'s ceremony were the only thing hanging in her wardrobe. This would be her last night at Hogwart\'s.

She turned her face towards the breeze blowing in through the window; it lifted her long brown hair off her shoulders and was starting to clear her head. She was feeling better.

Tonight was the first time she had tried firewiskey. At first it felt warm and wonderful--she even danced on a common room coffee table with abandon--but Hermione decided that spirits didn\'t really agree with her after all. Her headache was reduced to a slight throb now. She could faintly hear the Gryffindor\'s good-bye party, still going full swing, below.

There was a soft knock and then Harry entered her room grinning. \"Hey, Mione. How are you feeling?\" he asked.

Hermione\'s eyes widened. \"I\'m better...how did you...how did you get up the staircase?\" she asked shaking her head.

\"I have my ways,\" Harry replied wiggling his eyebrows. \"After all, I\'m a full-fledged wizard now.\"

Harry crossed the room in a few strides and sat next to Hermione. They sat quietly for a moment. \"So...tomorrow\'s the big day,\" Harry said.

\"Yeah,\" Hermione said. She looked him over. He was still boyish in the face, especially when he smiled, but Harry was in a man\'s body now. Tall and muscular from quidditch. She was staring at his hands, tan and calloused and strong. She didn\'t notice that Harry was staring at her as well.

Harry slowly reached over and ran the fingers of his right hand through Hermione\'s hair while catching her chin in his left hand. His green eyes looked into her chocolate ones.

\"Harry...we\'re like brother and sister...we\'ve both had too much firewiskey...it\'s not right...\"

Harry smirked confidently. \"I know all that. Who cares?\"

\"But...\" Hermione began.

\"Why don\'t you just let yourself go?\" Harry asked. \"Like you did on the coffee table tonight--you\'re a great dancer!\" he added.

\"Oh, Gods! Did I really do that?\" Hermione moaned. \"I\'m so embarrassed!\"

Harry laughed. \"Don\'t be. You looked so beautiful up there.\"

Harry ran the thumb of his left hand over Hermione\'s bottom lip. She tried to pull away as he brought his face close to hers but he tightened his grip on her hair and held her still. *Okay, then* she thought. Hermione closed her eyes and waited.

He brushed her lips with his own.

So soft. Sweet breath. We\'ve had seven years to do this! Why did we wait!

Harry felt Hermione\'s body sway. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her body close.

His kisses were no longer soft; not so sweet but still delicious. His heart pounded as if he had just played a quidditch game--a game that ran into over-time. He devoured her mouth, forcing his tongue past her teeth.

It wasn\'t much of a battle. Hermione had decided just then to leave Hogwarts with a bang and surrendered herself completely to Harry. She tilted her head back as far as it would go and relaxed her jaw.

The kisses became erratic and bruising but not sloppy. Hermone\'s breath caught when Harry bit her lower lip and sucked it through his teeth.

He began to unbutton her shirt. She really didn\'t notice, still lost in the kiss. The Gryffindor Seeker\'s hand slid under her bra and captured her left breast as if it were the most important snitch of all. *Oh!* Now she noticed. She moaned into his mouth as he tweaked her nipple causing it to stand at attention. He circled her nipple with his thumb over and over. She wimpered and grabbed handfulls of his messy mop of black hair to guide his head down to her chest.

Harry took the hint and kissed his way down the middle of her chest. He paused just for a moment between her soft, warm breasts to inhale her clean scent. He tounged her left nipple gently, coaxing it to it\'s full hardness just before swiftly grabbing it with his teeth. Hermione shouted something unintelligible as her body jerked under the green-eyed boy\'s ministrations.

His erection (already strained in the confines of his trousers) lurched violently at the sound of Hermione\'s voice. He jerked his head up and looked into her half-closed eyes. \"I can\'t stand it! Can we?...I mean...I need you, Hermione!\"

Without waiting for an answer, Harry gathered Hermione into his arms and practically threw her onto her bed. She bounced once in the middle of the four-poster with a giggle, her small breasts popping all the way out of the cups of her bra.

Harry drew his wand and shot a few charms at the door to ensure privacy. He tossed his wand onto the nightstand and jumped onto the bed. He pressed his body against Hermione\'s and the pair resumed their snogging.

Neither Harry nor Hermione knew how it happened exactly, but both were soon wearing only underpants. Hermione relished the feel of her bare breasts crushed beneath Harry\'s hard chest. She wrapped her legs around his waist and felt his raging hard-on throbbing against her sex. She lightly ran her fingernails down his back eliciting groans and shudders.

Harry tugged her panties off roughly, tearing the waist band as he did so. There she was. Completely exposed before him. Goosebumps rose on her flesh under Harry\'s suddenly calm gaze. \"Bloody hell, Mione,\" Harry gasped, his voice thick with lust. Her cheeks burned but she did not look away.

Harry parted Hermione\'s thighs and knelt between her legs. His warm breath tickled her belly. Starting at her navel, he kissed, sucked, and bit his way down to her mound of soft curls.

Nothing could have prepared her for the feel of Harry\'s tongue sliding down her slit. She had read books about this of course, but *God* this was not something you could capture with words.

Sweat dripped from Harry\'s forehead. He desperately needed release but was determined to make Hermione come first. *She\'s probably analyzing everything*, he thought; he didn\'t want to screw up.

He plunged his tongue into her folds, quickly locating her clit and paying the same attention to it that he had paid to her nipple. She was wimpering and twisting her fingers in his hair.

\"Lift your knees,\" Harry commanded. Hermione happily obliged and opened herself up to him even more. She arched her back as Harry entered her with one finger.

He faltered breifly; his lone finger seemed to be quite a tight fit. \"Mione...are you still a--\"

\"Don\'t stop, Harry,\" Hermione pleaded, \"Ifinefine!\"

He continued flicking her clit with his tongue while pumping her with his finger. She was getting very wet and his finger was sliding in and out of her easily. He looked up and caught sight of her pinching her own nipples and licking her lips. That was too much.

Harry raised his head and removed his finger from Hermione abruptly. He yanked his boxers off and his cock bobbed freely, happy to be released at last.

Hermione admired Harry\'s erection. It was quite large. *Well, it\'s in proportion to the rest of his body*, she reasoned. She grasped it in her small hand. So hard and so smooth at the same time. Harry bucked his hips and a single drop of precum rolled down his shaft and over her hand.

Hermione started to panic a little when Harry positioned himself between her legs, his cock ready to enter her tight hole. \"Harry, we should talk about a few things first--hold on!...wait, Harry...\"

\"No talking...no more waiting, Mione. I\'m sorry, I can\'t wait.\"

He penatrated her as slowly as he could bear. She froze beneath him, the walls of her passage straining against his girth. He pulled back just as slowly as he had entered her. A tear rolled down her cheek and Harry decided to get the worst over with. He plunged back into her swiftly, breaking her barrier; his cock buried to the hilt.

Hermione cried out and squeezed her eyes shut. Harry brought his lips down on hers. He couldn\'t stand to hear her cry. He nuzzled her neck and wispered into her ear, \"Mione, don\'t hate me. Please. I\'m sorry.\" He looked at his wand on the bedside table. \"I could magic away the pain, Hermione.\"

\"No, don\'t. I want to feel everything.\"

He returned his lips to hers and kissed her sweetly as he began to move in and out of her using shallow thrusts.

Hermione started to adjust to the invasion. Harry reached down to stroke her clit in time to his thrusts. The pain was soon just a nagging ache and Hermione began to rock her hips, matching Harry\'s thrusts.

Her muscles tightened around Harry\'s shaft. Hermione gasped as it dawned on her that she was actually having an orgasam.

Harry was so close. He stopped rubbing her clit and held onto her hips, pumping into her as hard as he could. \"Mione!\" He moaned into Hermione\'s neck and filled his best friend with warm fluid.

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A short while later, Harry and Hermione were curled up under Hermione\'s quilt, drifting off to sleep while the party in the Gryffindor common room raged on below.

\"Harry.\"

\"Hmm?\"

\"I\'ll never tell Ginny.\"

\" \"k. I\'ll never tell Ron.\"

\"Okay. Good-night, then.\"

\"\'nigMionMione.\"

Harry threw his arm over Hermione\'s waist and the pair passed out.