Christmas at Hogwarts

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned and am making no money off of this.

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It was strange waking up next to Harry. This isn't to say that Hermione didn't find pleasure in it. She had hoped for this to happen for so long. It was only strange in that it officially made them a "couple." They had stepped beyond the borders of friendship...way beyond.

It was Christmas at Hogwarts and everyone had gone home for the holidays, except for Harry and Hermione. Harry stayed, obviously because he didn't want to be with the Dursleys, and Hermione, well, Hermione said she didn't feel like skiing up in the mountains with her parents this year, but Harry knew in his heart that she had done it so that he wouldn't be alone on Christmas.

So on Christmas Eve, Harry and Hermione spent the day together, eating in the Great Hall, playing in the snow, and visiting Hagrid. They even attempted walking on the frozen Black Lake, although all they did was fall and laugh at each other.

When night fell, they sat quietly by the fire in the common room, just enjoying the hypnotic effect of the flames and the warmth it gave out. Quieter still, they enjoyed the warmth of each others bodies as they sat cross-legged on the floor, shoulder to shoulder.

Feeling like he was right where he was supposed to be, Harry turned to his best friend and watched the flickering light soften her already beautiful features.

"Thank you," Harry said when Hermione caught his gaze.
"For what?" she said with what she hoped was a casual laugh.
"For being my friend. For making sure I wasn't alone on Christmas."
"Don't be silly," Hermione said with a wave of her hand, but Harry continued.
"Seriously. You're always there when I need you most, so thank you."
"You're welcome," she answered humbly.

And because the moment was right and because she wanted him to, Hermione did not pull away as Harry moved in closer. She did not push him away when his mouth came ever so close to hers. She did not tell him to stop when his lips finally, gently touched hers. Instead, she kissed him back. She wove her fingers into his hair and kissed him back.

They explored each others lips and teeth with the tips of their tongues. They kissed each others eyes, cheeks, and necks. They explored each others bodies through and under their clothes.

"Is this really happening?" Hermione said, looking deep into Harry's eyes.
"We can stop," Harry offered, not really wanting to.

Hermione simply shook her head "no," then got up and offered her hand to Harry. Harry took it and let her lead him up the spiral staircase leading into the boys' dormatories, for although the enchantment on the girls' staircase would never allow boys inside the girls' rooms, there was nothing to stop a fully willing girl from entering into a boy's room.

Once they had reached Harry's bed, Hermione slowly started pulling off her clothes. Harry helped, unbottoning her shirt and taking off her bra. He took a moment to admire her smooth, plump breasts, with their erect pink nipples. He squeezed them in his hands and lavished them with his tongue. Then he helped her pull off her panties. He couldn't help but stare at the dark curls between her legs. He had fantasized about seeing Hermione this way for so long, but now it was real and it was unbelievable! Hermione helped him pull his shirt up over his head and waited patiently as he unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants and boxers. She stared at his full-erection. She had done this too him! If only she knew HOW many times she had done this to him hundreds of times before.

As if she knew exactly what she was doing, Hermione layed down on Harry's bed and spread her legs spread-eagle for him. Harry smiled, positioned himself between her thighs, parted her folds, and brought his mouth down to her perfectly exposed clit. He flicked the tip of his tongue over it once quickly and when Hermione gave out a gasp, he continued to flick his tongue over the tight bundle of nerves over and over again, until Hermione was both moaning and screaming his name. When he thought she could take no more, Harry took 2 of his fingers and drove them deep between her folds. Hermione moaned and rocked against his penetration. Harry's eyes widened as he watched his best friend's face quickly turn into ecstasy. He pulled his fingers in and out quickly, making Hermione pant harder and harder. More and more, his fingers were getting covered by the juices of her pussy, which he would use to twirl circles on her engorged clit before driving them deep inside of her once more.

Hermione grabbed Harry's hand, locked her knees, arched her back, and bucked hard against him. She had lost all thought except one...COME!

Hermione felt the inner walls of her pussy contract hard and strong, wave upon wave upon wave, until she collapsed back onto the bed fully spent.

Harry smiled, happy he had made her come and Hermione smiled weakly back at him. To catch her breath, Hermione took Harry's dick in her hand and slowly started to play with it. Up she went, twirling circles on his tip lightly with her fingers, before grabbing him with her fist and pulling him down to his base. Up, down, up, down. Knowing that he might not be able to hold onto it for much longer, Harry pulled away from her, grabbed his pants from off the floor, and pulled out the condom he had hidden in one of its pockets. He slipped it gently on himself as Hermione watched patiently. Once it was on, Hermione spread her legs wide open for Harry once more.

Harry took his dick and gently manuevered it into Hermione's entrance. Hermione felt him the instant his tip so much as touched the lips of her vagina. Then, slowly, Harry entered himself inch by inch into Hermione's already very wet, very heated, very ready pussy. Even though Hermione winced when he was finally, completely inside and Harry had to make the first gentle moves, Hermione increasingly got used to him and soon they were pulling in and out of each other with ease. Hermione even felt comfortable enough to raise her knees to her chest and let Harry in even deeper. Harry moaned at the sensation.

Hermione shut her eyes tight as Harry slammed his pelvis against hers harder and harder, faster and faster, but she dared not ask him to stop.

"Harry!" she screamed.

Hermione felt her pussy clench tightly to Harry's dick just as he ejaculated everything he could inside of her. Neither one of them relaxed until the waves had passed and Hermione had milked Harry for all he was worth. Then they collapsed on each other, exhausted. Harry slowly rolled over on his back making sure he never slipped completely out of Hermione. He wanted to stay inside of her for as long as he possibly could. Knowing this, Hermione wordlessly rested her head on Harry's chest and simply enjoyed the sensation of her pussy hot and throbbing with Harry's dick still inside it. She closed her eyes and fell into a light doze with Harry soon following suit. In a few minutes they would wake up and make love over and over again, well into Christmas Day. And after Christmas, well, they've been best friends for life...They're sure to figure it out and make it work. They're Harry and Hermione, afterall, and they're together and that's all that counts.