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After the Fall	By : MmeFleiss Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 30521 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“After the Fall”

by MmeFleiss

*~*~*~*~*

Harry chucked the last gnome over the Weasley’s hedge before
heading off towards one of the verdant trees situated right by the house. The
cool shade was a welcomed relief from the scorching July heat, especially since
de-gnoming the garden had taken twice as long thanks to Ron sneaking off to see
his bride-to-be.

He had just swiped off a tantalizing-looking apple that
somehow managed to escape the siblings' voracious appetites when he heard
Hermione's voice float out one of the opened windows: "Is it terrible of
me to say that what I miss about him most is having a reliable source for
sex?"

Harry froze mid-bite, desperately wondering if Ginny’s
laughter was loud enough to conceal the sound of Apparition. As good friends as
they were, there were just some things that he tried not to think about in
relation to his best mates.

“Not that he was ever very good at it,” Hermione continued,
oblivious to the internal squirmings of her very reluctant eavesdropper. “Haven’t
you ever fantasized of a situation where your mere presence is enough to drive
away all sense of reason?”

“You mean like showing up at his door without anything on
underneath your cloak?”

“Yes, or even something as innocuous as having a meal
together, which becomes so much more after you do something that turns him on.
Before you know it, he’s sending everything crashing onto the floor and pushing
you on top of the table. It’s uncomfortable, but you won’t care after he traps
your hands above your head and fills you up so completely that you’re
practically in tears as you beg him for relief.”

“Oh God.” Harry wasn’t sure if that came out of one of their
mouths or his, but Hermione was suddenly parting the strawberry-patterned
curtain, and he Apparated out with a loud crack just as she was demanding the
name of the intruder.

He barely had time to reorient himself inside Ron’s old room
before Mrs. Weasley’s was yelling up the stairs that dinner was ready. He took
his time cleaning off the grime from his afternoon’s work, ignoring the
disparaging remarks from the mirror about trying to achieve the impossible as
he combed out his hair, then slowly making his way down to the overcrowded
table.

“Where’s the future Mr. Lovegood?” asked George before he
could even sit down.

Harry, relieved at the excuse to avoid Hermione’s curious
stare, answered quite readily: “We finished early, so he decided to go off and
visit Luna.”

"Oh, that boy," Mrs. Weasley grumbled, passing her
husband some of the Yorkshire Pudding. "I warned him that it's bad luck to
see the bride so close to the wedding."

"Now, Molly, I don't remember seeing you complaining when we…"

Harry tuned out their banter in case it wandered off into
details he'd rather remain in blissful ignorance over and spooned a hunk of
kidney pie onto his plate. Having marshaled up as much courage as he was likely
going to get, he sneaked a glance to where Hermione was arguing with Fred over
his idea of buying a house-elf to help out at their shop—only to choke on his
first bite.

Despite a decade of meals, classes, and adventures together;
he felt like he was seeing her for the very first time. Hearing her earlier
confirmation that she wasn't quite as asexual as he would have liked to believe
was bad enough, but to be confronted with the physical evidence of what he'd
just been too blinded to see was worse than anything.

Hermione wasn’t pretty. Her nose was a smidge too wide and
her hair too wild to fit the conventional mold of beauty, but there was also
something undeniably captivating about the way her cheeks would flush whenever
she got worked up over something. Even the way her curls brushed against the
nape of her neck every time she impatiently shoved aside a particularly
stubborn lock was suddenly enough to generate some less-than-platonic thoughts.
He began to wonder how in hell he managed to ignore coupling her with the idea
of sex when every move she made suddenly revealed themselves to be calculated
to drive him over the edge.

He sat up with a start as her arm brushed up against his
while reaching over to get the Yorkshire Pudding; he might have remained frozen
indefinitely had Bill's youngest not asked: "Uncle Harry, is your cheek
hungry, too?"

Face flaming, he wiped the mushy peas off his face and tried
his best to ignore the twins who kept glancing at Hermione and elbowing each
other with knowing smirks. "I'm feeling a bit ill, so if you’ll all excuse
me I think I’ll head off to bed.”

*~*~*~*~*

Hours later, Harry found himself laying on the camp bed with
the promise of sleep no closer to being realized. Hermione's fantasy kept
replaying in his head, and each time it got more and more lurid until he could
no longer differentiate between his wants and hers.

A particularly loud growl from his stomach reminded him of
his aborted dinner. He glanced past the snoring Ron and towards the half-eaten apple
resting on the bedside table, deciding after another insistent rumble that it
would taste better with something a bit heavier.

He’d barely stepped foot inside the kitchen when he found
himself face-to-face with the very same woman who’d been haunting his thoughts.
Even clad in a cotton nightgown with a cartoon mouse emblazoned across her
chest, she still managed to look better than any copy his overworked
imagination could conjure. He sat down swiftly before she could catch sight of
his rather prominent approval.

Hermione smiled up at him rather distractedly as he took the
seat directly opposite her, pushing her uneaten sandwich towards him. “What are
you still doing up?”

“Couldn’t sleep. You?”

“Me neither,” she said, her quick glance towards the
scrubbed oak table almost imperceptible in the moonlight. “Any particular
reason why?”

Harry took his time chewing while he tried to figure out how
best to tell her of the decision he’d been grappling with for the past few
hours. “I-I guess you can say that I’ve received a bit of a shock lately.” And
here he paused, unsure of just how much was appropriate to disclose.

“Go on,” she murmured, giving his hand a well-practiced
squeeze of encouragement.

“It was a lot like… well, do you remember the first time you
found out about being magical? For the first ten years or so of your life, you
take for granted that you’re just like everyone else, and someday you’ll have
to worry about things like getting into the right university or whether you
should vote Labor just because you happen to prefer reading The Guardian.

“Then one day you get your Hogwarts letter and you find out that
you belong to this whole other world that you never even realized existed—and
it changes everything. How can you go back to being the same person you were
before while knowing that you could be so much more?”

Harry liked to think that his pronouncement had been
followed by a pleasantly surprised silence on Hermione’s part, only broken by
her stomach growling loudly in reply. A deep blush bloomed on her face while he
laughed and pushed the rest of the sandwich forward.

“Oh, I shouldn’t. It seemed like a good idea at the time,
but I definitely won’t be able to get any sleep if I eat that much.”

“But you can’t exactly sleep either if you’re starving.”

“Just give me that apple in front of you, then,” she said,
getting over enough of her earlier embarrassment to smile.

Harry glanced down with some surprise, having forgotten that
he’d brought the fruit to the kitchen with him. “But I’ve already taken a bite
out of it.”

“So? Do you have some sort of contagious disease that I
should be worried about?” Thoughts of other, more pleasurable, ways to check
her hypothesis popped into his head; but he mercilessly stomped those ideas down
as he decided that it would be much more prudent to just wordlessly hand over
the apple instead.

He watched with some amusement as Hermione made quick work
of it. “Are you sure you’re not that hungry?”

“Oh, be quiet,” she replied whilst trying to wipe off the
trickle of juice dripping down to her chin.

“You missed a spot.” Harry watched as she made another vain
attempt to mop it off with her napkin before shaking his head, saying: “Here,
let me do it.”

He leaned over to brush away the offending drop. He heard
her breath catch as his thumb accidentally swiped up against her lower lip, and
when he looked up he found himself trapped by the hunger lurking in her amber
gaze.

Harry felt the last of his uncertainty wither away with this
newfound knowledge. He cleared his throat, but his voice still came out rough
and a full octave lower as he said, “How about we do something else to ensure
that we actually get some sleep tonight?” His intention was unmistakable as he gestured
towards the table between them.

“So it was you
this afternoon.”

He raised his other hand up so that he could fully cup her
face. “Does it bother you?”

She shook her head no, her eyes never leaving his. “It’s a
rather brilliant idea, really. Numerous
scientific studies have proven that sexual intercourse releases sleep-inducing
polypeptides that…”

“Hermione, I don’t need to be convinced any further,” he
said with a laugh before putting his mouth against hers.

Had Harry been the sort to consider how a first kiss between
two childhood friends ought to occur, words like “short” and “tentative” might’ve
crossed his mind—but there was no sign of either as their lips melded together,
their hands roaming over every inch of heated flesh that they could reach.

He let out an impatient growl as the obstacle between them proved
to be too much for the further skin-to-skin contact he craved; and so, without
pausing, he pulled her up and over to sit at the edge of the table closest to
him.

It was just as well that Mrs. Weasley’s seven children had
prompted her to put an Unbreakable Charm on all the cutlery. The resulting
noise of shattering ceramics would have likely woken up the entire household
and ended something that he wasn’t quite sure he could stop.

Hermione’s legs were wrapped around his waist before her bum
even touched the now-messy surface. Both let out a soft groan as their hips
came in contact with the very spot they wanted most, and he reveled in the way
she shivered when he thrusted instinctively towards the inviting warmth between
her legs.

Up close it was easier to spot the dark points of her
nipples straining against the thin, white fabric. He leaned down to give each a
quick, teasing nip, all the while breathing in the heady combination of laundry
detergent mingled with the scent of roses from her soap.

Harry tugged the back of her bushy hair down to expose the
pale skin of her throat as he nibbled and licked his way back up. A slight ripping
noise echoed throughout the room as he yanked the collar of her nightgown down
to expose more of her chest, a move she didn’t seem to mind if the way her
nails were leaving vertical scratches down the entire length of his back whilst
she arched up against him was any indication.

An unintentionally hard bite beneath her left collarbone
made him pause. He watched, horrified, as the spot on her previously
unblemished skin began to discolor.

“What’s the matter?” she asked between deep, gulping
breaths.

His hands grazed lightly over her new bruise, fervently
wishing he’d paid more attention when they learned about healing spells. “I
didn’t mean to….”

Hermione smiled and ran her fingers through his sweat-soaked
hair. “Oh, Harry, did you forget that I wanted it this way? It can’t be done
properly unless you trust your partner enough to surrender all control, and
there’s no one I trust more than you.”

He twined his fingers around hers before brushing his lips
against the darkening patch of skin. He didn’t know quite why her
confirmation of her faith in him should lift his spirits so; he’d known it all
along. However, it reinvigorated him into exhibiting even more enthusiasm than
before. By the time he reached the sensitive spot behind her left ear, she was writhing
around so much that he was practically supporting all of her weight once again.
Unfortunately, this also meant that she was exerting an awful lot of pressure
on his cock—and while it felt brilliant, it was also guaranteed to end everything
before it even properly began.

It was with some reluctance that he disentangled Hermione’s
hold on his waist and flipped her over. He pushed her down until her torso was
flush against the worn tabletop, shoving aside any barriers that remained
between them before plunging into her wet heat.

He started right off with a fast rhythm that left her
breathless and grasping the opposite edge until her knuckles turned white. The
wood groaned with the force of it, his fingers gripping her hips so hard that he
left bruises that matched the ones she so vocally demanded he leave on her
chest.

Her continued whimpers and soft pleas were quickly proving
to be Harry’s undoing, however. Each entreaty for more left him sweating in an
effort to ensure that each thrust wouldn’t be the last. In his desperation, he
plunged his fingers past her soaked knickers to rub up against her clit, her
moans becoming so loud that he was forced to use his other hand to cover her
mouth lest they risk discovery.

He nearly let out a sigh of relief when the combined
sensations proved to be too much as Hermione came with a shriek. He followed
right on her heels, and he barely had the presence of mind to move to her side
afterwards as to not crush her now-limp form.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to wake up for a week after
that,” she eventually said after catching her breath.

Harry tried his best to hide his smile as he watched her
from the corner of his eye. “That’s a shame. I might suffer from some insomnia
again tomorrow after all the excitement of the wedding.”

Hermione’s facial expression became unreadable. “And
afterwards?”

He reached for her hand once more and gave it a squeeze. “How
about forever?”

The End

*~*~*~*~*

AN: This pwp is the reason that the final chapter of “Fumbling
Towards Ecstasy” got delayed. I apologize again for those who were waiting for
it, but I really wanted to make sure there was at least one H/Hr fic for
last month's erotic_elves challenge (our ship is so sadly underrepresented
there, I think). Special thanks to Jenn as always for her speedy beta skills.
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