Kiss Me Softly
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
802
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Kiss Me Softly
Disclaimer: I own Ivy. That's it. Everything else is J.K. Rowling's. I'm not making any money off of this.
× Kiss Me Softly ×
The time was way past midnight, and obviously past Hogwart's curfew, but the element of danger made Harry's adrenaline shoot through the ceiling. The night was clear, a storm had blown through the grounds earlier in the evening and made the ground soft and squishy to the step. Harry had his invisibility cloak thrown over his shoulders, and had his small framed friend perched beside him, the fabric of the cloak keeping them hidden from prowling eyes.
Both of them had walked for several minutes out of the castle, and Ivy began to grow impatient, "Harry?" she said softly, readjusting the cloak on her shoulders, "Where are we going?" she asked curiously, peering into the darkness of the grounds hoping for a sign of their destination.
"You'll see," he answered slyly, and they both fell silent. Soon, the Quidditch stadium loomed near, and Ivy watched as it grew ever closer. Harry felt that that they were far enough from anyone to remove the cloak, and a brisk cold air greeted their nostrils.
Peering up at the stadium, Ivy turned to Harry who was smiling to himself as he busied his hands with something in the pocket of his robe, "Harry, why are we at the Quidditch Stadium? What's so great that it couldn't wait until tomorrow?" Harry smirked and approached her gently, and felt his insides flip beneath his skin, and stepped away once more. "Why are we-"
Shushing her, he motioned with his hand to follow him, and led her through the front gate of the stadium. It looked so much more massive when it was empty of all people but the two. Pangs of anxiety filled her stomach and thoughts of insignificance filled her head. When she looked up, Harry was leading her into the Gryffindor's changing room.
The poor room was in disarray, with one locker door hanging open, and a pair of scarlet and gold robes hanging from the metal door. Underneath the polished wood of the benches, sat a lone glove that was succeeding in collecting dust. Across the room, the stone wall that severed as a barrier to the shower had a once white towel that now sat covered in mud.
“It’s the changing room...” Ivy muttered softly, letting Harry hover silently by the door. She crossed her arms across her chest and peered around, “I don’t see anything out of the ordinary. Other than a muddy foot print, but it’s not that exciting,” and she giggled. She crossed the short distance to the bench and sat down.
Harry smirked weakly from his perch, and entered the room slowly, “I bet you think I’m crazy...” he said softly, his voice trembling gently, “Crazy to think... well. Nevermind.”
Ivy tilted her head and silently questioned Harry, “What’s going on? Are you okay?” She stood up and reproached him cautiously, as if he were a sleeping beast in a cave, “Harry will you please tell me what’s going on? Why’d you take me here?”
“It’s because I love you, Ivy.” Harry spoke softly, staring intently into her eyes, “and I couldn’t think of a better time to tell you then now. But I needed a place where there wouldn’t be any prying ears. Or eyes.” Ivy stared at him shocked, wondering what was running through his mind at this point. She opened her mouth to speak, to sputter, to say anything, but Harry shushed her to silence once again.
Harry reached over and clutched her hand gingerly, and pulled her close to him. Her body clicked into his own frame with ease and he inhaled deeply, the scent of her hair swelling around his head like a cloud. He shivered and shuddered at thoughts of holding her like this forever. Ivy didn’t object for a moment to Harry’s hands gently stroking her back with his fingertips.
Without any clue leading up to it, Harry plunged down and placed his lips against hers in a frenzy to taste her like Harry had tasted himself for the last sixteen years. His thrusted his tongue down her throat sloppily, and what felt like a gallon of spit traveled down Ivy’s chin until she could take no more of it, and pushed him away.
Ivy blushed softly, and reached up to remove some of the wetness from her face before catching sight of Harry’s attempt at hiding his hurt face. She forced a soft smile, and ran a lock of his hair through her fingers, “I love you too, Harry. It’s just too bad that it’s taken us this long to admit it.”
A chuckle escaped Harry’s lips as he brushed his own spit from his face, “Heh, you’re right.” He shuffled his weight between his feet nervously, “I’m sorry that I’m such a bad kisser and all...”
“Don’t be.” Ivy answered solidly, “You’re not bad, just inexperienced. That’s all. But, with any luck... we’ll be able to change that. Easily.” Ivy winked, and placed her lips against Harry’s again, passion leaking out of their bodies and onto the floor around them. Harry caught onto her meaning instantly and backed off on being dominate, and followed Ivy’s lead. She nibbled on the lobe of his ear, and caused him to shudder involuntarily.
Ivy spoke softly into Harry’s ear, “So what does all this mean, Harry?” she pressed her body up against his own, “What should I expect from this rendezvous*?” Harry was rather quiet for a moment as he sorted the thoughts in his head.
“I want you to expect for me to be there for you, someone you can come to. I want to be with you, Ivy. Don’t you understand that? I want to hold you, kiss you, love you freely.” Harry explained under one breath, and he let out the air in his lungs and panted, “But most of all... I want to wake up every single morning, and the first thing that comes into my mind is, ‘She’s mine.’ and the last thought to leave my mind when I sleep is, ‘She’ll be mine when I wake up.”
Flushing red in the face, Ivy smirked without meeting Harry’s gaze and cleared her throat, “Sometimes you can’t always get what you want in life, Harry.” she answered softly, “You wanted a living mum and dad, you wanted to stay at Hogwarts over the summer, you wanted to save Cedric, you wanted to have Cho in fifth year...”
“Don’t remind me...” he answered with a heavy sigh.
“I think it’s long past due for you to get something you desire heavily” Ivy finished, ignoring Harry’s retort. “Call me yours as I call you mine.”
The time was way past midnight, and obviously past Hogwart's curfew, but the element of danger made Harry's adrenaline shoot through the ceiling. The night was clear, a storm had blown through the grounds earlier in the evening and made the ground soft and squishy to the step. Harry had his invisibility cloak thrown over his shoulders, and had his small framed friend perched beside him, the fabric of the cloak keeping them hidden from prowling eyes.
Both of them had walked for several minutes out of the castle, and Ivy began to grow impatient, "Harry?" she said softly, readjusting the cloak on her shoulders, "Where are we going?" she asked curiously, peering into the darkness of the grounds hoping for a sign of their destination.
"You'll see," he answered slyly, and they both fell silent. Soon, the Quidditch stadium loomed near, and Ivy watched as it grew ever closer. Harry felt that that they were far enough from anyone to remove the cloak, and a brisk cold air greeted their nostrils.
Peering up at the stadium, Ivy turned to Harry who was smiling to himself as he busied his hands with something in the pocket of his robe, "Harry, why are we at the Quidditch Stadium? What's so great that it couldn't wait until tomorrow?" Harry smirked and approached her gently, and felt his insides flip beneath his skin, and stepped away once more. "Why are we-"
Shushing her, he motioned with his hand to follow him, and led her through the front gate of the stadium. It looked so much more massive when it was empty of all people but the two. Pangs of anxiety filled her stomach and thoughts of insignificance filled her head. When she looked up, Harry was leading her into the Gryffindor's changing room.
The poor room was in disarray, with one locker door hanging open, and a pair of scarlet and gold robes hanging from the metal door. Underneath the polished wood of the benches, sat a lone glove that was succeeding in collecting dust. Across the room, the stone wall that severed as a barrier to the shower had a once white towel that now sat covered in mud.
“It’s the changing room...” Ivy muttered softly, letting Harry hover silently by the door. She crossed her arms across her chest and peered around, “I don’t see anything out of the ordinary. Other than a muddy foot print, but it’s not that exciting,” and she giggled. She crossed the short distance to the bench and sat down.
Harry smirked weakly from his perch, and entered the room slowly, “I bet you think I’m crazy...” he said softly, his voice trembling gently, “Crazy to think... well. Nevermind.”
Ivy tilted her head and silently questioned Harry, “What’s going on? Are you okay?” She stood up and reproached him cautiously, as if he were a sleeping beast in a cave, “Harry will you please tell me what’s going on? Why’d you take me here?”
“It’s because I love you, Ivy.” Harry spoke softly, staring intently into her eyes, “and I couldn’t think of a better time to tell you then now. But I needed a place where there wouldn’t be any prying ears. Or eyes.” Ivy stared at him shocked, wondering what was running through his mind at this point. She opened her mouth to speak, to sputter, to say anything, but Harry shushed her to silence once again.
Harry reached over and clutched her hand gingerly, and pulled her close to him. Her body clicked into his own frame with ease and he inhaled deeply, the scent of her hair swelling around his head like a cloud. He shivered and shuddered at thoughts of holding her like this forever. Ivy didn’t object for a moment to Harry’s hands gently stroking her back with his fingertips.
Without any clue leading up to it, Harry plunged down and placed his lips against hers in a frenzy to taste her like Harry had tasted himself for the last sixteen years. His thrusted his tongue down her throat sloppily, and what felt like a gallon of spit traveled down Ivy’s chin until she could take no more of it, and pushed him away.
Ivy blushed softly, and reached up to remove some of the wetness from her face before catching sight of Harry’s attempt at hiding his hurt face. She forced a soft smile, and ran a lock of his hair through her fingers, “I love you too, Harry. It’s just too bad that it’s taken us this long to admit it.”
A chuckle escaped Harry’s lips as he brushed his own spit from his face, “Heh, you’re right.” He shuffled his weight between his feet nervously, “I’m sorry that I’m such a bad kisser and all...”
“Don’t be.” Ivy answered solidly, “You’re not bad, just inexperienced. That’s all. But, with any luck... we’ll be able to change that. Easily.” Ivy winked, and placed her lips against Harry’s again, passion leaking out of their bodies and onto the floor around them. Harry caught onto her meaning instantly and backed off on being dominate, and followed Ivy’s lead. She nibbled on the lobe of his ear, and caused him to shudder involuntarily.
Ivy spoke softly into Harry’s ear, “So what does all this mean, Harry?” she pressed her body up against his own, “What should I expect from this rendezvous*?” Harry was rather quiet for a moment as he sorted the thoughts in his head.
“I want you to expect for me to be there for you, someone you can come to. I want to be with you, Ivy. Don’t you understand that? I want to hold you, kiss you, love you freely.” Harry explained under one breath, and he let out the air in his lungs and panted, “But most of all... I want to wake up every single morning, and the first thing that comes into my mind is, ‘She’s mine.’ and the last thought to leave my mind when I sleep is, ‘She’ll be mine when I wake up.”
Flushing red in the face, Ivy smirked without meeting Harry’s gaze and cleared her throat, “Sometimes you can’t always get what you want in life, Harry.” she answered softly, “You wanted a living mum and dad, you wanted to stay at Hogwarts over the summer, you wanted to save Cedric, you wanted to have Cho in fifth year...”
“Don’t remind me...” he answered with a heavy sigh.
“I think it’s long past due for you to get something you desire heavily” Ivy finished, ignoring Harry’s retort. “Call me yours as I call you mine.”