Distraction

Harry watches Hermione pace the common room. She’s been pacing all night and Harry in his boredom has watched her do it. Lately she’s always so tensed. If you didn’t know better you’d think a new Dark Lord got the balls to rise. But that hasn’t happened and Hermione still a nervous wreck.

“Hermione you’re going to pace a hole in the floor.” Harry says with a grin.

Hermione looks at Harry frowns at his grin and keeps pacing. She knows she’s pacing, but she’s extremely worried about their NEWT scores. Neither one of her best friends got to study like they should nor did she for that matter. Bloody Voldermort and his stupid war had caused them their education. She knew that she wasn’t being rational, but while everyone is happy and celebrating the Dark Lord’s defeat, she realizes she almost lost her best friends.

Harry gets up from the sofa and walks towards Hermione still grinning. He knows what going on in her head. He also knows she needs a distraction. He reaches her and pulls her into his arms. She looks up into his smiling face and rests her head on his chest. Harry lays his head on top of hers and remembers when they were the same height. He thinks about all their changes this year and can’t help but realize how beautiful Hermione has become. Her hair no longer bushy fell in soft waves down her back, her eyes were brown and doe like. But her body is what has changed the most. She had ample breast, nicely flared hips, round firm buttocks and a soft flat stomach.

Harry had changed himself. He was extremely taller at 6’2” though Ron was still taller. Harry years of Quidditch had been kind as well leaving him with a broad and well toned hard body. He lost the glasses about year ago finally letting Hermione fix his eyes. He was also wearing his hair longer letting it frame his face in curls.

“Hermione it’s going to be okay. We’re all here. I’m here.” Harry spoke to her softly.

“But” her words were cut off as Harry once again smiled at her. He had been doing that a lot lately. It made her feel real warm and tingly. She found her self just looking at him taking in all his beauty and sighing. She found him very attractive, but he probably thought she was still pinning over Ron. She defiantly liked looking at Ron, but he left her uninspired unlike Harry who made her itchy.

“Ron is a bloody wanker.” Harry thought to himself as he held Hermione. In a conversation in the boys dormitory a couple weeks ago Ron told everyone that Hermione was like a sister to him. Harry could never think of Hermione that way. He was mad when she dated Victor Krum but when he found out they were having sex he was livid. He should’ve been her first. He couldn’t change the pass, but he could take control of the present.

Before he could stop his self he was capturing her soft lips in a tender kiss. Hermione sighed into his mouth and took the liberty of deepening their kiss. Harry moved his hands to her waist pulling her fully against him. Harry groaned at the feel of their bodies so close together. Hermione slide her arms up and around his neck as she began grinding her hips against Harry’s. Harry releases her mouth, moving his lips to suckle her tender neck. Hermione softly says his name urging him on. Harry growls with impatience. He looks up from her neck gazing straight into her eyes before grabbing the hem of her jumper and pulling it over her head.

He looks down and sees she’s clad in a black lace demi-bra and can’t help the grin that returns to face. Harry lowers his head to the valley of her breast and nuzzled them as he deftly unhooks the back. She slides the bra from arms letting Harry take a good look at her before taking an aching nipple into his mouth. He bits, nips and sucks it thoroughly before moving to its twin. Hermione holds his head closer to her breast and moans out loud with intense pleasure.

Harry snakes one hand between them and unzips her skirt letting it fall to the floor. He pulls his mouth from her breast to give lacy black knickers a once over before banishing them with a wave of his hand. Hermione’s breath catches as she sees the look Harry’s giving her. He looks like he wants to swallow her whole and as he walks towards her she began to walk away. Her back meets a wall and she’s forced to stay there when Harry removes his shirt and issues their first skin to skin contact. Both groan at the feel of each other.

Hermione grabs Harry hair and pulls him forward for another kiss. Harry reaches down to his jeans and quickly discards them while devouring Hermione mouth with his own. With one hand he lifts her leg and with the other he probes her wetness. Hermione arches into his touch throwing her head back as two of his fingers invade her warmth.

“Harry…Please.” Hermione begs needing to feel him inside of her. Harry gives her a couple more thrusts of his fingers before replacing them with his throbbing cock. He rubs the big pink mushroom head up and down her wet slit encouraging the little moans deep in her throat. When he knows she’s close he stops and just looks at her beautiful faces and waits. When takes away the wonder sensations Hermione tilt her head forward to tell to continue, but before she can get a word out he slams his cock as hard and deep as he can. Hermione screams and stars dance in front of her eyes, but before she can regain her composure Harry’s thrusting hard and deep.

Harry stares at her face as fuck her up against the wall. He’s waiting for years to fuck her and now that he’s has his chance he needs to fuck her so hard. He wants her to feel him inside even when it’s over. He wants her to realize he’s the only man for her. With this thought he grabs her other leg to lift her completely and renews the strength of his thrusts. Hermione head is thrown back moaning, groaning and screaming in earnest. To Harry she’s never looked sexier. Harry feels the pleasure build inside him spreading out like fire. He stops thrusting and walks them over the sofa where he drops her. Hermione looks at him with questioning eyes. Harry smiles again before roughly flipping her over till she’s facing the back of the sofa on her knees.

She feels Harry grip her hips before slamming back into her. The new position puts him deeper in her tight body and provides more friction. Once again stars dance in front of Hermione’s eyes as Harry drills into her body relentlessly. Harry reaches around her body until he finds her clit. He rubs it in circles in tune with his thrust. Soon he feels Hermione tighten on his cock. The stars in front of Hermione’s eyes disappear as her world crashes down around her in all consuming climax. She screams Harry’s name as blacks out from the intensity of her orgasm. Harry thrust into her core once more before he’s there with her pumping his come deep into her womb. He falls on top of breathing heavily. He nuzzles her neck and whispers her name when he realizes she out like a light. He smiles a smug smile before sitting up and pulling her into his lap.

She wakes up, looks at him with a dreamy smile and moans his name. He smirks and leans in for a kiss before summoning a blanket for them. Hermione snuggles into his chest slowly drifting off to sleep. Harry is just closing his eyes when a loud gasps come from the other side of the room.

“Well it’s about bloody effing time you two.” Ron says with a big smile.