Lust, Lies, and Betrayal

I don\'t own Harry Potter, you know the drill.

This is my first attempt at fan fic, please review, I need the feedback. Thanks. =o)

He heard her feet padding softly in the hall. He drew a deep breath and heard the door open, he continued to stare intently at his feet. She saw him immediately and moved toward him, stopping when she was a foot away.
He felt every nerve on his body come to attention. The slight breeze that sd tod to have come from her movements gave him goose bumps.
“Harry,” she said.
He continued to stared down, shifting his gaze to the moonlit patterns on the floor.
“Harry,” she said again, willing him to look at her.
Slowly he raised his eyes to meet her gaze. He let his eyes slowly travel up her body. He drank her in. Her pink toenails. Her tan legs peeking from under her night gown. He imagined her curvy hips and
the softness of her belly. He traveled up to her breasts, admired her delicate neck and realized that she had never seemed more like a woman to him than now. He felt desire creep into his body. He stared at her lips slightly parted and a rush of delicious thoughts entered his mind. No Harry, he thought, not like this.
When his eyes finally met hers, he was overwhelmed by their intensity. Why was he even here?
“Please.”
It was a statement rather than a request. Her eyes searched his.
He stared at Hermione. She stood before him vulnerable and scantily clad in her nightdress, her hair loose and falling down her shoulders and back. She was so beautiful but he knew. He could tell by looking in her eyes what she had come for. Her lips would lie but her eyes, they told him everything. He could see the hurt. She had not come to him out of lust or desire, but out of pain and betrayal. Did he really want it to be this way? He had dreamed of this moment so many times before. How many nights had he lie in bed awake thinking about her and her beautiful lips. Had he pleased himself thinking about ravishing that beautiful body? Too many to count. And now she stood here asking for him. Saying please.

Hermione shivered and pulled her arms close to her body. She was starting to regret her decision when he grabbed her with such force that she gasped. He pulled her roughly to his chest and his mouth devoured hers. At first she pulled back surprised by his lust and almost afraid of it. “Hermione,” he growled and kissed his lips to her neck, “is this what you came for?”
Her breath caughther her throat and she surprised herself by moaning, “Yes.”
She could taste sweet pumpkin juice on his lips and she felt herself losing control. She welcomed the loss of it, she was so tired, so tired.....
He ran his hand up his spine, and she felt her body mold into his and she sighed. He stopped at the nape of her neck and tickled it softly.

“Hermione.” he whispered between kisses. Their kisses started off gentle at first, almost afraid. Then as if hot molten lave pulsed through him, he gave in to all of his desires. Ready to do whatever, wherever to her, he tried to savor every lasting moment. He kissed and nibbled on her lips over and over. He couldn’t stop himself, it had been so long. He felt her tongue tickle his lips, and he moaned. He pulled her as close as he could and let her tongue trace his lips. He dared to part his lips and felt her tongue slip into his mouth. A jolt of electricity shot through them as if somehow they had physically connected. He felt her hands slip into his hair and he felt his control leaving.

Needing to regain control, he broke their connection and started kissing her jaw, tracing her neck with his tongue, she moaned. He buried his face into her neck and nibbled and kissed her. He could smell her hair and it reminded him of a spring meadow. He wanted to remember that smell forever.

She guided his head lower and his tongue slid down the valley between her breasts. He hastily opened the top buttons, revealing her soft swelling breasts. He noticed how heavy she was breathing , and smiled to himself as he traced her nipple with his tongue. She let out a gasp and lightly pulled his hair moaning. He gently took her nipple in his mouth and alternated between nibbling, sucking, and flicking his tongue. He saw her breath increase and smiled once again, she was his.

He lifted his head up and his eyes met hers, he saw no more betrayal or hurt, just lust and passion. She unbuttoned his pajama shirt, her eyes not leaving his , and it was his turn to gasp and moan as she ran her hands all over her chest. He tried to pull her to him but she resisted and instead unbuttoned the rest of her night shirt and let it fall to the floor, her plan obvious now. His breath caught at the sight of her nude in the moonlight. His heart began to pound and he felt his head swim. How could he have let this beautiful woman slip passed him?
“Hermione, my God you are beautiful.”

She smiled and stepped closer. His hands roamed her body. She’s as soft as silk, he thought. She reached and tugged at the waistband of his pajama pants and boxer shorts and smiled slyly. “These are in the way,” she stated. Smiling, he helped her remove them.

He had never felt so naked in his life, staring at her, knowing he was fully exposed. He felt unsure of what to do next. Gain control he told himself.

“Please,” she breathed. He felt the heat poor back into his body as his lips went to hers. She let her hands roam freely and he felt another electrical charge pulse through him when she ran her hands along his manhood.
“Hermione,” he moaned into her hair.

She pulled him on top of her onto the floor and gazed into his eyes. “Now, Harry, please.”

He kissed her tenderly and slowly entered her expecting to feel a barrier but not. This wasn’t her first? Oh how naive he had been. So much going on without him even knowing. He felt a controlled rage as he began rhythmically pumping her. She gasped and moaned and bit his shoulder.

He looked at her, her eyes closed, her lips parted allowing small moans to escape. He bent to kiss her but she turned her head. He pumped her faster. He felt like he was lost in a tunnel, spinning out of control. She began to shudder and moan. Her breath came in short rapid gasps and her moans became louder and louder. He pumped her harder listening to her screams and felt himself going over the edge.

“You’re mine Hermione. You’re mine. You’re mine,” he shouted as he came. He lay on her both of them hot and sweaty. He bent to kiss her once more but she wriggled out from underneath him.
“Thanks Harry,” she while putting on her night shirt, “You know I belong to Ron. And now we’re even. That’ll teach Ron Weasley to sleep with another girl.” Feeling smug with herself, she stalked out.

Harry lay on the floor watching after her. He had hoped that after all that, he would have changed her mind. It’s almost fitting, he laughed to himself, to be used as a pawn for Ron.