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Another dance	By : HHRDestiny Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 17551 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Another dance
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It was a simple Ministry function, like so many before it. Everyone in their best dress robes and gowns all acting as if it had been their first time at one of these events. Harry Potter was of course followed around by a crowd of people, all still wanting the saviors attention. Even two years couldn't change that. He wondered to himself when it would all end and he could have a normal life. A familiar face in the distance caused a small smile to form on his face. He excused himself from the crowd of admirers and crossed the hall.

He walked slowly to the young woman, admiring her. He thought to himself how beautiful she had become over the past few years. She wasn't his, he had another, as did she, but it couldn't stop him from loving the view. Her gown reminded him of the one she had worn so many years ago at their Yule Ball. That was the first night he noticed how beautiful she was, and it had not escaped him since. He stopped inches from her back, close enough to smell her perfume, and he inhaled it deeply. He leaned down so his mouth was centimeters from her ear.

“Can I have this dance?” He whispered. She jumped at his voice, chills travelling down her spine from his whisper on her skin. She spun around and smiled at him.

“Harry, you scared me half to death.” She grabbed his arm softly. He snaked his arm around her waist and lead her to the dance floor, not waiting for an answer.

He spun her around and held his arms out. She stepped into them, placing one hand on his shoudler and the other in his strong hand. His free hand laid ever so gently on her hip. They began to move in slow circles, the rythmn still familiar. They looked into each others eyes with a familiar tension, until she looked away. With each turn they moved closer and closer, their bodies almost touching.

“How is work?” She finally broke the tension with small talk. He smiled over her shoulder and rolled his eyes.

“It's work.” He paused for a moment. “How's Ron?”

“I'm sure he is just as blissful as Ginny.” She replied in a calm tone.

“Ya, who knew they would both be off playing Quidditch while we had desk jobs.” He closed with a chuckle. She smiled and looked down to the floor behind his back, the smile fading fast. Ron being gone all of the time wasn't exactly what she had anticipated for their life. She felt as if she was taking second place to a stupid obsession.

The next few moments passed in silence, neither speaking, barely breathing. Harry began to move his thumb in small circles against her back and she felt herself relax into his touch. Their bodies came into contact, her chest falling onto his. The feeling of her breasts pressed into him did not escape his attention. She felt his hand move a little lower on her back, dangerously close to her arse. She swallowed hard, tightening her grip on his shoudler.

“You remember the last time we danced?” He whispered into her neck, making the hairs on her neck stand up. Her breath caught in her throat. She hated him for bringing that up. She almost gave in to him that night. The way her looked at her, like he would risk everything for her, to have her. It took all her strength to walk away from him that night.

“Yes.” She whispered. His hand holding hers moved to his chest, causing her palm to now lay against his chest. His grip tightened around it, almost painfully. She could tell he was fighting something. She pulled back to look at him, just as she had that night, when she felt things were headed in the wrong direction. He looked at her with a strained expression.

“I should have never let you walk away from me.” She looked at him for a second with a shocked expression, knowing the implications of his statement. She then laid her head back on his shoulder, not wanting to see his eyes on her any longer. “There is so much I wish I could change. I wish I would have walked to you that night on the staircase at the Yule Ball. I wish I would have stopped you in the tent, kissed you and told you how much you meant.”

“We had obligations, expectations....... so much......” She couldn't finish, she had a hard time remembering why she had walked away, or finding the justification. She sighed, causing her breasts to heave into his chest. She heard him take in a deep breath and knew he had noticed as well. His hand gripped her hip hard, fingers curling across the top of her arse, pulling her hard against him. She could feel his erection against her pelvis. Before she could react to that his lips were on her neck, lightly brushing across her pulse point.

“I can't.” She whispered and pushed away from him. She quickly made her way across the ball room floor and towards one of the exits. He tightened his fists and followed her. She had just turned the corner into an abandoned hallway when she felt herself pushed into the corner wall. Harry stood inches from her.

He waved his wand, casting a concealment charm, making them invisible to everyone. She moved to push him away but he caught her wrist in his hand and quickly pinned it above her head. He pressed his body into her, pinning her into the corner. He looked down at her heaving chest, watching her breasts rise and fall with her nervous breaths. He groaned and looked at her, seeing a nervous look in her eyes.

“Look me in the eyes, Hermione, and tell me you don't want this. Tell me you don't want this and I'll walk away.” She could feel his erection pushing into her pelvis again and as much as she hated it, she could feel herself getting wet. She looked him in the eyes, and opened her mouth, but could not find her voice. She shook her head in defeat, and before she could react his lips were on hers.

They were warm and soft, and fit against hers perfectly. She never imagined his kiss would be so sensual. Her free hand moved around his neck and held him there, afraid he would leave. His tongue begged for entrance, sliding softly along her lips. She was more that happy to comply. His tongue was everywhere, sliding along her own with a velvet touch, sliding along her teeth, flicking her upper lip in the most erotic way. A moan escaped her as he moved his lips to her throat. He seemed to be trying to devour her, taking in as much of her skin as he could. She looked to the ceiling, trying to keep her composure.

His hands moved to cover her breasts, his thumbs sliding over her already hard nipples through the fabric of her dress. She hissed as he pinched one, rolling it between his finger and thumb. His hands left her breasts and she sighed in disappointment. She was about to look to him when she felt his fingers expertly unzipping the back of her gown. It stopped at the apex of her arse, and the feeling of his fingers brushing her bare skin there sent a chill of excitement through her.

He slowly lowered the straps of her gown down her arms, slowly exposing her breasts to him. She lowered her arms allowing it to fall all the way to the ground, leaving her completely nude. She looked to Harry and was suddenly extremely self conscious, and moved to cover herself. Harry stopped her, and shook his head. He placed his hands on her hips and leaned back slightly to take her in. He licked his lips hungrily, and the look in his eyes excited Hermione. Her nerves washed away.

“Sweet Merlin, Hermione. You're more beautiful than I ever imagined.” Harry almost growled before taking a nipple into his mouth. Hermiones eyes shot back to the ceiling and her hand snaked into his hair, kneading his scalp as he devoured her breast. He paid equal attention to the other as Hermione's knees became weak.

Harry wrapped his arm around Hermione's waist pulling her flush against him, grinding his erection into her. He held her as he made his way back to her lips, smothering her heated breaths. His free hand lowered to her core, sliding between her slick lips. He broke the kiss and gasped finding how wet she was.

“Please.” Hermione whispered, begging for more. Harry complied by driving two fingers into her, making her cry in pleasure. He pumped them in and out of her, milking her further. One of Hermione's legs curled around his waist, allowing him to go deeper. His thumb brushed her clit and Hermione slammed her head against the wall as her orgasm hit her. Harry felt her tighten around his fingers. He withdrew them when her shuddering stopped.

Hermione looked to him, trying to catch her breath. Harry made it even harder as he moved his hand up to his face and inhaled deeply. The look in his eyes was primal as he moved his fingers to his mouth and hungrily cleaned them of her juices. It made Hermione gasp. He didn't waste anytime taking her mouth in another smoldering kiss. Tasting herself on his tongue was erotic, something she would never have imagined before.

“Tell me what you want.” Harry whispered, her scent on his breath. Hermione's knees fell weak again and Harry held her to the wall. Hermione remained silent, trying to coax him with movement of her hips. It wasn't good enough. “Tell me.” He groaned, his grip on her hips tightening.

“You” She whispered.

“Not good enough. TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT.” He yelled, making Hermione thankful for the concealment charm.

“You. I want you.... to....” Hermione couldn't get over her nerves. No one had ever demanded her to talk dirty, and she was embarrased. Harry sighed and moved his hand back to her core. He teased her clit with his thumb, teasing her hole with the others. He tried to coax her into answering him. Her hips moved to grind into his touch. Her hands moved to his belt, trying to undo it. He moved away from her.

“Tell me.” He asked again. She knew he would never give up, he never gave up on anything. She sighed and swallowed hard.

“I want you to fuck me, fuck me until I scream your name.” Hermione spoke harshly. Harry smiled in victory and growled as he worked fastly to get his pants off. Hermione gasped as she finally got a view of Harry's erection, large and pulsing, definetly larger than Ron. She became nervous at the thought of him filling her.

He grabbed her thighs and hoisted her against the wall, her arms bracing the wall for leverage. He slammed into her without hesitation. Hermione gasped as she stretched to accomedate him. He stayed there for a moment, loving the feeling of being buried in her warm core, it sucking him in greedily. When he began to move they both began to moan in unison to his movements. He buried his face in her neck, his breath hot on her already moist skin. Hermione opened her eyes, looking into the space around them. She gasped as she saw a couple walking by, forgetting they could not see or hear them. Harry assumed that it was in response to his movements. She remembered the concealment charm when they did not react to them, and the idea of being only feet from other people while Harry fucked her against the wall excited her beyond belief.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, digging her heals into his arse. He pounded into her harder and harder, feeling her tighten around him. He could feel her begin to shudder, it beginning in her feet and moving up. He pounded her as hard as he could, hitting her as far back as possible. He leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth as she came, screaming his name as loud as he ever heard him scream. It sent chills down his spine and caused his own orgasm to come. He shuddered into her, filling her with his seed.

He collapsed against her, catching his breath against her neck. She ran her hands through his hair, calming herself as well. He pulled away from her, just enough to look at her. He scanned her face, looking for one of her comforting looks. She smiled and placed her hand on his cheek. She pulled him into a sweet kiss. He pulled away and looked to her again.

“What do we do now?” Harry chuckled a nervous laugh, realizing he was still inside of her. Hermione smiled at him.

“Maybe what we should have done after that first dance.” Hermione said sweetly. Harry understood the implications of what she said. He nodded his head and pulled out of her, lowering her to stand again. He pulled his pants back up and did them up. He grabbed Hermione's gown and helped her pull it back up her body. Hermione stood there admiring his sweetness. Harry held out his hand.

“You ready?” Harry asked her.

“For what?” She questioned.

“To do what we should have done.” Harry answered. She didn't know what he meant, but she trusted him. She laid her hand in his and felt the familiar tug in her stomach.

When she reopened her eyes she saw snow everywhere she looked. She instantly recognized the location. Tears welled in her eyes as his memory of their journey touched her heart. She looked to him and saw him smiling at her. He turned to her and took both of her hands in his.

“We should stay here, Hermione, grow old.” A tear fell down Hermione's face as she nodded her head in agreement. They would do as they should have then. Be together, be in love, grow old.
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