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Needing This Moment
By : moviefan
Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione
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(A/N: Ok, so, here we go with this. I know I'm hardly the first person to come up with this and that it's hardly original by now, but it's been something that's been long been in the back of my head. Back then, I wasn't writing lemons, but since I decided to start attempting lemon writing challenges, I figured, what the heck. Who cares if it's not original, I give my own take of what could have gone down between Harry and Hermione in the tent after Ron left. Yeah, it was a scene added to the movie that wasn't in the books, but who cares, it still works. So here it goes, a missing scene between the two of them after their little dance together if they hadn't backed away after awareness had very clearly settled in.)
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"NEEDING THIS MOMENT"
This was… nice. It was simple, it was mundane, but it was nice. And they hadn’t had many nice moments lately.
Actually, now that Harry thought about it, they hadn’t had any nice moments for months, not since he, Hermione, and Ron had begun this hunt for Voldemort’s horcruxes. Every day they had simply… gotten by. Just another day of survival and hopeless wandering around.
They had made some progress though. After a close call at the Ministry, they had managed to get their hands on one of the horcruxes, Slytherin’s locket. Unfortunately, they lacked the means to destroy it.
Well, mostly anyway. There was one way. The Killing Curse. A horcrux was an object that contained a piece of a person’s soul, essentially turning it into a living object. So a good old Avada Kedavra, and the horcrux would be toast.
The drawback there was that murder using magic tore one’s soul apart. Not killing in self-defense or in the heat of battle or by accident, but cold-blooded murder. And using Avada Kedavra to destroy the horcrux would amount to murder. And neither Harry nor any of his friends were quite yet willing to tear their souls apart, not for Voldemort.
Fortunately, there was another option, a safe option. The sword of Gryffindor. They would be able to destroy the horcrux while keeping their souls intact. The problem, they had no idea where it was, and so it became just one more thing they needed to find. And in the meantime, the dark influence of the horcrux was slowly affecting whichever one of them was currently holding onto it for safekeeping, making them mean and hostile.
It had been why Ron had left. During his shift of holding the horcrux, its dark effects crossed with months of frustration and hopelessness had pushed him to his breaking point, leading to a particularly nasty argument between Harry and his best friend, where some rather harsh words were exchanged. With Ron under the horcrux’s influence at the same time, he’d stormed off in a rage, Disapparating away, and neither Harry nor Hermione had seen him since.
That had been weeks ago. And things had only gone from bad to worse since then. Their hopes had already been low, but now with Ron gone, things now seemed completely hopeless. The only reason they didn’t give up was because they had no choice but to keep going. There was simply no other option. It was to either push onward in the hopes that something good would come their way, or they quit and let Voldemort enslave the world. And so, as hopeless as it seemed, they kept going, taking things one day at a time.
It was hardest for Hermione; Harry could see that. Ron was his best friend, losing him was hard enough for Harry, but he knew that Hermione was pretty much in love with him. She’d already had to remove herself from the lives of the rest of her loved ones, having even Obliviated her entire existence from her parents’ lives to keep them safe, so to lose Ron too…
Harry could relate, at least to an extent, as their circumstances weren’t exactly the same. Regardless, he hated seeing her in such despair. So he tried to liven things up a bit. As the song O Children began to play on the radio, he coaxed her into dancing, just trying to cheer her up. She’d been a little reluctant to get up and start moving at first, simply wallowing in her depression, but in the end, she gave in.
And it was nice. The first nice moment they’d had in months. Just forgetting about all their troubles and having some mindless fun. And he succeeded in making her smile. So at least he had done that much right.
And so they danced and danced and danced, just having fun like two teenagers should, both of them needing this moment. Laughter escaped them in this small moment of joy, the war and the cruelty of the world left outside and forgotten for the time being.
But moments like this couldn’t last forever. And as the song came to an end, so did their moment, reality settling in once more. But reality wasn’t the only thing that hit them. Awareness began to settle in as well, and they both suddenly noticed their close proximity.
They were holding onto each other closely, their bodies almost touching. Their breathing was somewhat labored from their dancing, their faces close. A little too close perhaps. And as they stared at each other, a new kind of awareness began to settle in.
It was just the two of them here, alone. Him, a teenage boy, her, a teenage girl, currently with only each other in their lives. It had been that way for some time now, but for some reason, since they had been such good friends for so long, this fact hadn’t registered to either of them. Of course, they had always been aware that he was a boy and she was a girl, but now it was hitting them in a different way.
It was strange. Hermione was beautiful, for sure, but she had always been like a sister in his eyes. So now to be suddenly looking at her as a woman, to become sexually aware of her, it was just… strange. And from the way she was looking at him, the same seemed to be true for her as well. That too felt strange, to suddenly have her of all people look at him as a man instead of a best friend and brotherly figure.
Perhaps it was a result of this hopeless situation they were stuck in. Both of them were on the verge of giving into despair. Both of them were in need of comfort and affection, something to make them feel alive, something to help them go on, something to make them feel like things weren’t completely hopeless, that there was still good in the world worth fighting for. It was some kind of primitive instinct that told him that they could give that to each other, give each other what they needed in order to find the strength to keep going, and it was making Harry look at her in a new light, at least in this moment.
Almost against his will, Harry let his gaze drift down to her lips, so close to his own. He found himself transfixed by them, watching as they parted slightly and she wet them the slightest bit, and he realized that she noticed where he was looking when he heard her breath hitch.
His gaze returned to her eyes, and he saw the same need in them that he felt. Then her eyes briefly shifted down to his own lips before meeting his gaze once more, and they simply stared at each other. The chemistry that had manifested between them was almost palpable, drawing them together with a magnetic energy. And though Harry was certain neither one of them had moved, their faces were definitely closer than they been a few seconds ago.
Harry looked at Hermione, an unspoken question in his eyes that he somehow managed to convey to her without words. Should we?
Even though he didn’t ask it out loud, by the shift in her gaze, she had gotten the message loud and clear, and silently responded with one of her own. Do you want to?
At least that was the impression he was getting from the look she gave him, and he gave her yet another look meant to give off the impression of, If you want to.
He got no response from her, not verbally or non-verbally, but he felt her grip his sleeve tightly, and he saw the sadness in her eyes. It only seemed to increase the need he also saw in them as well, and at the same time, they slowly closed the distance between them, so slowly that their movements were almost unnoticeable.
She hesitated though when their faces were still a couple inches apart, giving him a questioning look. “Ginny?”
Hearing her say the redhead’s name hurt. It hurt a lot, but he’d made his decision back then. He hadn’t wanted to break up with her, he really hadn’t, but he had done so anyway, not wanting to put her in danger while he was number one on Voldemort’s hit list. Besides, it wouldn’t have been fair to her for him to go off on this journey that could, for all he knew, take years to complete. And, truthfully, he honestly had no idea if he would even come back alive at all.
So he had ended things with her, and with no expectations attached. Oh sure, he had hope that if he managed to come out of this alive that they might be able to pick up where they left off, but any expectations, no. Not for him or for her. It wouldn’t have been right to ask her to wait for him, regardless of how they felt about each other, especially when he had no idea if he would even survive.
“We broke up,” he told Hermione. She already knew this, but he needed to reaffirm it and make it clear that neither he nor Ginny had placed any promises or strings on their breakup. “It wouldn’t have been right to put her in danger or make her wait for me. I don’t know what will happen when this is over, but if she’s with someone else by then… that’s something I’ve accepted and wouldn’t be able to blame her for.” He paused for a moment before giving her a questioning look. “Ron?”
He had to ask. He knew of their feelings for each other; hell, it had been part of the argument that had caused Ron to storm out. But he also knew that they had never actually been boyfriend and girlfriend, had never even gone on an actual date. And now with him gone, he needed to know where the two of them stood.
He saw pain and sadness in her eyes before she lowered them. She was silent for a good thirty seconds before meeting his gaze again, her eyes wet with unshed tears.
“He left,” she said quietly, sounding heartbroken. “He left us. He left me. We have absolutely no idea if we’ll ever see him again. And if we do, I have no idea what I’ll say to him. But right now, he’s gone, Harry. He’s gone.” Slowly, she brought up her hand and cupped his cheek. “He’s gone, but you’re still here. And so am I. We’re here, and he’s not. We are.”
Harry wasn’t entirely sure what she meant with all that, but he got the impression that she was giving him the green light, at least for now. As of now, they were all the other had. Her eyes continued to speak in more volumes than her words, pleading with him, needing him in this moment. And still he hesitated, his feelings for Ginny, despite their breakup, and his loyalty to Ron, despite his abandonment, holding him back.
It was Hermione who took the initiative though. With wet eyes and a sad but understanding smile, she slowly closed the distance and pressed her lips to his. It was their first kiss between them, not counting the time she kissed his cheek at the end of their Fourth Year. It wasn’t a kiss of love or passion, but one of comfort and need. It still took Harry nearly a good ten seconds before he responded, pressing his lips to hers as well.
That was all it was though, the mere pressing of his lips, no attempt to bring it beyond that. After about twenty seconds of this though, a whimper escaped Hermione, and her lips began trembling against his. He broke the kiss and looked at her, watching as a tear slid down her cheek from her closed eyes. It reminded him of his actual first kiss with Cho Chang; she had been crying too.
Reaching up, he gently brushed the tear away. She opened her eyes at the tender gesture, and he tried to give her a look to let her know that he understood as he cupped her cheek in the same manner she did him, caressing her smooth skin with his thumb. She covered his hand with her own, pressing it to her face as she sought out the comfort he was offering. He held his hand there for a short while before slowly moving it to the back of her head, then gently began drawing her in, giving her plenty of time to pull back if she wanted to.
She didn’t. In fact, she went to him willingly this time as Harry kissed her, and she kissed him back. Both their eyes slid shut as they kissed, then briefly came apart before mutually pressing their lips together again with a little more force. Hermione’s hands moved to his shoulders as they repeated the process a few more times before they began actually moving their lips against each other.
Harry continued to cradle the back of her head, but kept the pressure light so she could pull away if she chose to. Instead, she just continued to kiss him, and Harry instinctively began to attempt to coax her mouth open. She complied, and they went from the mere pressing and movement of lips to open mouth kissing, but progressed no further. Harry wasn’t sure how long this went on for, but they eventually came apart, both of them breathing much heavier now.
They kept their faces close though as they opened their eyes and looked at each other. Something had changed in Hermione’s eyes though. The sorrow and need was still there, but there was now also a fire. Harry felt that same fire burning inside himself, and it wasn’t long before they came together again. This time though, they moved at the same time, their lips smashing together.
It was much more frenzied this time, more desperate, hungry. Harry’s other hand, the one that wasn’t holding the back of her head, circled around her to press against her lower back, pulling her in close. Once again, she went willingly, even wrapping her arms around his neck and tangling a hand in his hair as she kissed him even harder. Harry dared to let his tongue wander a bit, grazing her lips with the tip, and her own tongue came out to engage with his as their kisses became full-on snogging.
There was no spark though, not like when he kissed Ginny. There was need though, and hunger, a desperate craving for comfort and affection, and it came from them both, manifesting into a different form of passion, the two of them seeking and giving to each other what they needed. They came apart briefly to suck down some much-needed air before they were coming together again in a clash of lips and tongues. Neither one of them spoke, but as they continued to kiss, they shuffled over to the sleeping area, coming to a stop by one of the beds.
Removing her arms from around him, she reached for the top of her shirt and began undoing the buttons. They continued to kiss the entire time as more and more of her button-down parted until her shirt was open. They came apart, but only so Hermione could remove her top completely while Harry began scrambling to get his own sweater off. His vision was briefly obstructed as he pulled it over his head, and he removed it just in time to catch sight of Hermione grasp the bottom of her white undershirt and turn it inside out as she pulled it over her head in one fluid motion.
They stopped and stared at each other, him bare-chested, her only wearing a bra, both of them breathing heavily. No words were spoken. Instead, Hermione came at him, and he opened his arms to her. She grasped his face in both hands and began kissing him furiously. His own hands found their way to her hips, pulling her into him. He was hard in his pants, and that hardness pressed against her center. She whimpered into his mouth as she continued to kiss him hungrily, and he thrusted his hardness against her.
A few seconds later, Hermione broke the kiss. She then moved her hands down to his chest and shoved him back. Harry’s legs hit the side of the bed and he tumbled over onto the mattress. He looked up at her, and Hermione stared down a him with all the hunger of a woman dying of starvation. Her hands went to the top of her pants and began working to get them open. Harry followed her lead and started fumbling with his own pants. He shoved them down his legs and kicked them off along with his shoes as Hermione pushed hers down her legs and stepped out of them.
She pulled off her shoes as well, one after the other, and they were both left in nothing more than their undergarments. Strangely though, there was no shyness or embarrassment. Both of them were too in need, too desperate for each other to feel such insignificant emotions right now. Harry sat up as Hermione stepped toward him, climbing onto his lap and straddling him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and she wrapped hers around his neck as their lips met once more.
It felt so good to get lost in each other, to just shut out all the bad and focus on feeling good and making the other feel good. Hermione sat in his lap on bent knees as his legs hung over the side of the bed, his erection nestled right against her center with only his boxers and her thong separated them. She began to grind against him, making small humping motions as she pressed against his hardness, and Harry moved her hips to push and pull her more firmly against him. They continued to kiss the entire time, only stopping for quick gulps of air.
Eventually, one of Harry’s hands moved from her waist, caressing up her side and to her chest, pausing for a few seconds before settling over her bra. He gave her breast a light squeeze and Hermione let out a gasp, breaking the kiss. Harry paused as she bit her lower lip hesitantly before unwrapping her arms from around him and getting up.
He wondered if she was going to put an end to this, and was fully prepared to let her, but instead she reached behind her and unfastened her bra. It was slack around her, and she reached up and slid one strap and then the other down her shoulders, letting her bra fall to the floor, baring her breasts to his gaze.
Harry found his eyes drawn to her bare chest displayed before him, unable to look away. Her nipples beaded under his gaze, and his hands itched to take hold of them, to feel their weight and firmness. Instead though, he managed to tear his eyes away from her chest and looked up at her face. Some color filled her cheeks as she finally showed signs of shyness and embarrassment for the first time. But then she held her hand out to him in a silent invitation.
He glanced at her hand, hesitating a few moments before taking it, and she unnecessarily helped pull him to his feet. His boxers tented in front of him from his open arousal, and Harry began to feel some shyness himself as he and Hermione stood a little over foot apart with only a single article of clothing each. But then he was distracted by her hooking her fingers into the sides of her panties, and she began sliding them down her shapely legs.
Stepping out of her panties, she remained crouched over as she looked up at Harry. Then her gaze moved to his boxers, and she slowly reached out to take hold of them. Harry remained still as she pulled them down his legs, his erection springing free. He lifted one leg and then the other, stepping out of his last bit of clothing and leaving him just as bare as her.
With both of them naked, Hermione stood up, her cheeks flushed and her breathing somewhat labored. Harry realized that he was breathing slightly heavily too as they stared at each other, his erection pointed directly at her, twitching slightly. Her eyes were on his face though, and after several long seconds that felt like an eternity, she began to slowly move closer. Harry remained still as she closed the distance between them, the head of his erection grazing her brown curls at the juncture of her legs before rubbing against her warm center. She came to a stop right in front of him, her beaded nipples grazing his toned chest, sliding up and down ever so slightly as she breathed.
Their faces were inches apart, their mouths parted slightly as they shared breath. They took turns slowly closing the distance as they made the smallest of indications of sealing their lips together, only to falter after leaning in a millimeter or two. And when her lips just barely grazed his, Harry gave in, taking hold of her and pulling her against him, kissing her hard. Hermione’s hands came up between them, not to push him back or keep him at bay, but to feel him. She slid her hands along his chest as they kissed furiously, and Harry’s hands fell down to her rear, molding her cheeks in his grasp as he ground her against his hardness.
Hermione moaned against his lips as his length rubbed against her folds, and he could feel wetness down there. He felt it even more so as she curled a leg around his, trying to get closer and rub more firmly against him. He pulled her against him even harder, feeling her breasts press against his chest as their bodies rubbed together erotically. He made to bring them back down onto the bed, and she leaned against him, causing them to fall back and flop down on the mattress with her on top of him.
They didn’t stop kissing the entire time. If anything, their snogging only became more desperate. Harry scooted them further up onto the bed until he was laying on it properly. With his arms wrapped around Hermione, he turned them to lay on their sides, and her arms went around him as well to hold them close, the leg that she had wrapped around his now curling around his hip. The top length of his cock was pressing up against her nether-lips, coating it with her wetness.
They were really going to do this, he realized. Him and Hermione were going to become lovers. He honestly never thought it would happen. Oh, sure, he knew that being friends with benefits was a thing that some people did, but he never saw it happening with him and Hermione. But this was war, they were hopelessly on the run searching for these horcruxes, and since Ron left, all they had was each other to turn to for comfort.
Their kissing and caressing continued for a time, and then Harry began to turn them some more, easing Hermione onto her back. As he did so, he trailed hand down her side and over her leg that she had wrapped around his hip. He stroked up and down it a few times before easing it off him, then slowly moved his hand between her legs to her core. Her triangle of curls tickled his fingers as he moved lower, and she briefly broke the kiss to gasp lightly when he actually touched her.
He cupped her mound slightly and began running his middle finger over her slit. She whimpered slightly and mashed her lips to his again. As he rubbed along her entrance, she reached down and took hold of his member. Harry groaned against her lips as she began running her hand up and down his length, pumping him as they proceeded to snog.
He ran his finger over and around her slit, building up her anticipation before breaking the kiss and bringing those same fingers to his mouth and wetting them, then he returned them between her legs. This time, he penetrated her with one of his fingers, and there was a loud intake of breath from her. He found her even wetter for him than he thought, and he began thrusting his finger in and out of her.
Hermione’s face scrunched up and she sucked her lips into her mouth, squeezing her eyes shut as he stroked her. Her own strokes of his length continued as she pumped her hand up and down his cock, causing a clear drop of fluid to bead at the tip. She grew wetter under his touch, and he parted her folds as he thrusted his middle finger in and out of her. His thumb sought out her clit, and when he found the little bundle of nerves, he applied light pressure and began making small circles over it.
She began to squirm slightly under his ministrations, and when he felt she was ready, he added a second finger. She whimpered again, and beads of sweat began to form on her forehead as she started to perspire. She kept her eyes and lips sealed shut tight, her breathing becoming more and more labored, inhaling and exhaling through her nose. Her soft hand on his member had managed to coax out enough pre-cum that it began to dribble down his length, and upon feeling the clear fluid touch her hand, she ran her thumb over his smooth head, gathering it up and smearing it around to make her motions even smoother.
Her own juices continued to flow as he rubbed and curled his fingers along her inner walls. She was tight and hot around his fingers as he thrusted them into her, slowly building speed, causing her to squirm all the more. Her grip tightened on his length and he hissed in pleasure, closing his own eyes in delight. Her other hand was gripping the bedsheets just as tightly, slowly gathering up more and more material and twisting it in her hold.
“H-Harry…” she whimpered.
He opened his eyes and looked at her. Her face was flushed and shining with perspiration now, and he doubled his efforts, sensing that she was getting close. His gaze then traveled lower to her rising and falling chest, and he shifted over and brought his head down to do what he wanted to do the moment she’d revealed her breasts to him.
Taking one of her nipples into his mouth, he latched onto it. A squeaking sound escaped Hermione as he began sucking and running his tongue around the hardened bud. He glanced at her face as he pleasured her with his mouth and fingers, watching as her expression twisted with what he could only describe as tortured enjoyment. Her head was lifted off the bed, a desperate whimper escaping her every few seconds. Her pumping of his shaft had stopped as she simply squeezed his length in her grip, almost painfully so, but he focused all his attention on her.
He sucked harder at her nipple, lightly taking it between his teeth and biting just short of it becoming painful for her. His hand between her legs moved faster and faster until it was almost a blur, feeling her walls gripping his thrusting fingers, rubbing his palm against her clit. He could tell she was close by how tense she was and the noises she was making, almost sounding as if she were on the verge of crying in her desperation.
And then she let out a sound that was a cross between a gasp and a cry, throwing her head back as her body began to jerk about almost violently. Harry’s hand was showered in her juices as she came in a rush, and she grabbed hold of his bicep, thrusting her hips at his hand. Her head rest against his arm that he had wrapped around her, gripping her shoulder to hold her close.
Releasing her nipple, Harry shifted higher over her so he could look down into her flushed face as she gasped for air, watching as she experienced her orgasm. She may have always been a best friend in his eyes, but he couldn’t deny that she was beautiful, especially right now when she was lost in ecstasy. He was glad he was able to give her this bit of relief and to feel some form of joy, even if it was only physical.
She slowly calmed down and was left panting. And when she finally opened her eyes and looked up at him, he saw tears fill them. Before he could ask if she was ok though, she reached up, grabbed him by the back of his head, pulling him down to her. Their lips met and she was instantly snogging him. Harry was taken aback by her sudden aggression, but then he was kissing her back just as enthusiastically.
They kissed for a time, with Harry leaning over her, but then Hermione began to take charge. Placing a hand against his chest, she lightly pushed on him while sitting up and turning onto her side, silently encouraging him to move off her and onto his back. He complied, lying down on the mattress, and Hermione threw a leg over him and sat down, straddling him.
Harry stared up at her as she looked down at him, her breathing still labored. His aching cock pressed against the crack of her ass, desperate for its own attention. He ignored it for now as he watched Hermione and observed as she reached up and pulled the hair tie out of her hair that was keeping it in a ponytail. She carelessly tossed it behind her and shook her head, shaking her hair out, then looked down at him again as he laid there with his arms splayed out.
Reaching behind her, she took hold of his member. She ran her hand up and down it a few times, then she leaned forward and lifted herself up. Harry took handfuls of the bedsheets as he felt her press the head of his cock against her wet opening, letting a light groan escape him as she inserted the head. She released him then and looked down at him, resting her hands against his stomach and spreading her fingers out across his pecs. Then she began to lower her hips down to sit on him, taking him into her in the process.
Harry clenched his teeth against the sensation of being engulfed by wet heat as Hermione slowly sucked in a deep breath. And then she was sitting on him completely, her hips meeting his, and he was fully inside her. He groaned at the feeling as Hermione closed her eyes and let out her intake of air in a long, drawn-out stream before taking another long breath through her nose as she let her head fall back.
Harry could hardly believe it. He was actually inside Hermione. They were really doing this now. Her snug confines gripped him tightly, her inner walls massaging his twitching length. The two of them were actually having sex. This was something he never saw coming.
Somehow through the mind-numbing blissful sensation he was feeling, he realized that Hermione wasn’t a virgin. He hadn’t even considered the possibility of this being her first time when they started this. Not that he paid attention to his friends’ sex lives, but he couldn’t help but wonder who had gotten to her first. Aside from Viktor Krum, Hermione had never dated anyone, and she had been too young to do anything back then with the Durmstrang champion. Had she and Ron actually hooked up at some point despite not being official?
He pushed the thought aside. It wasn’t any of his business. Besides, he didn’t want to think about Ron right now. He didn’t want to think about anything going on in this war-torn world. Right now, this magically enchanted tent was his and Hermione’s sanctuary from all the hardships outside, and all he wanted to do was get lost in her as they left all their worries behind for just a little while.
Hermione made a “Mmm” sound as she licked her lips and rolled her head around on her shoulders. Her eyes were still closed in bliss as she shifted on top of him, keeping her hands on his chest for balance. She eventually opened her eyes and looked down at him, her shoulders rising and falling as she took slow deep breaths. They stared at each other for nearly a minute straight, then Hermione began slowly moving on top of him.
She began slowly, lifting her hips to slide up his length, and then lowering herself once more, taking him back in. Harry made a sound deep in his throat at the feel of her nether-lips squeezing along his length at the rising and falling. Hermione was more silent, but her breathing was loud as she set a steady pace of rising and falling, her nails scratching into his skin as her fingers curled against his chest.
Together, they found a rhythm, with Harry matching Hermione’s pace as he moved with her. She rose up on her knees and then came down on him, and he lifted his hips to meet her each time. He felt the head of his cock bump up against her uterus every time their hips met as she leaned over him, holding herself up with her hands on his chest. Her bushy hair bounced on her shoulders in time with her movements as she panted each time she came down on him.
Her breasts hovered him, bouncing along with her, just begging for attention. Harry released the bedsheets and reached up, taking hold of them. Hermione gasped as he palmed her breasts, kneading and rolling them around. Arching her back, she sat up straight, her hands leaving his chest to come up and tangle in her own hair. Keeping her hips pressed to his, she began gyrating her hips, making Harry groan as his member moved inside her.
Taking her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers, he lightly twisted, pinched, and tugged at them. Hermione’s mouth fell open in a silent gasp, her breathing getting louder and heavier. Her hands left her hair and began running over his body and up and down his arms. Perspiration caused her body to glisten, and Harry felt himself breaking out in a sweat as well as his body heated up.
Hermione never stopped moving on top of him, getting lost in sensation, and Harry was right there with her. It felt so good to simply feel good, to not think and take pleasure in another person and make them feel good too. He knew that when this was over that they would need to return to that harsh reality they were currently escaping from, but for now, all felt right in the world, as if they were the only two people in it.
Hermione’s hands continued to slide over them, caressing and touching as he palmed her breasts. Lifting himself up, he propped himself up with one arm while keeping hold of one of her breasts with is other hand. His mouth closed over her free breast, swirling and flicking his tongue over her nipple before closing his lips over the hardened bud and sucking on it. Hermione moaned and tangled a hand in his hair, pressing his face into her chest.
Eventually, one of her hands moved behind her and she took hold of his balls, cradling and fondling them. Harry groaned, detaching his mouth from her breast and flopping back down on the bed. “Hermione, if you do that…”
She didn’t stop though and continued to roll around his tender bits. Harry groaned again and reached up to wrap his arms around her, pulling her down onto him as he laid back down. Hermione let out a surprised gasp as he held her flush against him. He locked his arms around her and bent his knees as he began thrusting up into her. Hermione whimpered as she took hold of his shoulders and hung on, turning her head to the side and panting heavily.
Locking his hands together behind her back, Harry rapidly thrusted into her. He nuzzled into Hermione’s hair as it splayed across his face and chest. Her breasts were pressed up flat against his chest, her legs squeezing his hips, and her nails digging into his shoulders. Her panting slowly turned into continuous whimpers as his hips pistoned up into her. For the first minute or two, she simply clung to him, and when Harry paused in his thrusting for a short break, his hands moved down to grip her rear, pulling her down hard on him as he molded her ass-cheeks and ground her against him.
Hermione adjusted her hold, slipping her hands beneath his arms and hooking them onto his shoulders beneath him. She turned her face into his chest, placing open-mouth kisses along his shoulder and collarbone. Harry groaned as he felt her teeth lightly nibble at his skin, and she began erotically sliding her body against his, her breasts rubbing against his chest and pecs. She did this for a short while as Harry continued to fondle her ass, then she began lifting her rear and dropping it back down on him, making him grunt and groan.
Keeping hold of her rear, Harry assisted in her movements, helping to lift and then slam her back down onto him. Hermione’s whimpers grew louder before slowly evolving into moans. Her rising and falling hips went up and came down harder and faster, causing a light grunt to escape Harry every time her hips met his. He began pulling her down on him more aggressively, and she became more vocal. Her grip on his shoulders tightened as she slid against him while rising and dropping her bottom. She sought out his lips, resting her forehead against his as they snogged and panted in each other’s mouths.
Harry didn’t know how long they went on like that for, but he knew she was starting to get close when her inner walls began milking him. Hermione tore her mouth from his in a loud gasping-moan, her back arching. She released his shoulders and unhooked her arms from under his as she pushed herself up into a sitting position with a cry of “Oh, God!”, once again resting her hands on his chest.
Sitting above him, she began to rapidly thrust against him, moving her hips forward and back in smooth fluid motions. Harry’s hands settled on her hips as she thrusted at him furiously, pushing and pulling in time with her movements. She was being very vocal now, moaning loudly and breathing heavily, almost gasping, her head rolling around on her shoulders. Harry’s own head twisted side to side, his breathing heavy as well.
Hermione’s nails scratched and dug into his chest, leaving red streaks and crescent moon shaped indents. Her back arched once more and she turned her head to the ceiling, her mouth falling open. She leaned back, her hands leaving his chest and instead going behind her to grab hold of his knees. Faster and faster she moved, keeping her face turned upward as she rode him vigorously, her breathing more akin to hyperventilating, moans flowing freely from her open mouth.
She was close, Harry could tell. And so, with one hand still gripping her hip, he moved his other hand to where they were joined and began circling her clit. Hermione practically screamed, jerking upright, and her hands fell to his chest again. For the next thirty seconds or so she continued aggressively thrusting her hips as Harry rocked her against him before she froze, her entire body tensing up. Her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth fell open in a silent scream, her face flushing dark red.
She broke out in a series of shivers that traveled down her whole body. Keeping her pelvis pressed to his, she gave another thrust every ten or fifteen seconds before letting out an audible exhale mixed with a groan. She rotated her hips against him a few times before falling forward on top of him, breathing heavily. Harry’s arms circled around and he held her close as she caught her breath.
He could feel her heart pounding in her chest against his. Despite her own orgasm, Harry remained hard and throbbing inside her, his own climax not yet reached. He was glad she’d cum when she had though, as he didn’t think he could have lasted much longer since it had been quite a while for him due to a lack of privacy in the tent, and he wasn’t quite ready for this to end yet.
Hermione began to stir on top of him. Shifting slightly, she lifted her head and sought out his lips. It wasn’t snogging, just a gentle series of kisses as she cradled his face in her hands. She must have still felt him hard inside her, because she began sliding her body against his and shifting her hips in a delicious way that had Harry groaning against her lips.
He was still too close to the edge though. He needed a short break to regain some of his stamina, or else he wasn’t going to last much longer. And so he slowly shifted them onto their sides and then rolled them so he was on top. Then he moved away from her lips, kissing his way down her neck and to her breasts, briefly spending some time to tease first one and then the other with his mouth and tongue before continuing trailing kisses downward.
As he moved down her body, his member slid out of her. He immediately missed her warmth, but he continued on his way south, going over her stomach, down to her waist and thighs, then moving inward, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake. Due to his position and the limited space, he was forced to slide off the bed and onto his knees on the floor. Taking hold of Hermione’s waist though, he pulled her closer, making her gasp, until her bottom was at the edge of the bed. He moved between her legs and began placing kisses along her inner thigh, moving closer to her core.
“Harry,” Hermione whispered.
He glanced up at her to see her watching him, her head raised, her face flushed. Harry didn’t say anything as the placed another kiss to her inner thigh, then another one closer still. He continued to watch her watching him as he brought his mouth to her wet center and dragged his tongue from the bottom of her slit to the top. Hermione’s head instantly fell back and she let out a loud gasp of exclamation.
Harry put his oral skills to work, licking up, down, and around her nether-lips. Hermione jerked and twisted, her back arching off the bed with each contact of his tongue. It wasn’t long before he had her breathing heavily once more, the occasional whimper escaping her. Between his own legs, his cock demanded attention, but he endured it as he focused on her, using this time to regain his stamina.
Shuffling closer, he took hold of her legs and threw them over his shoulders, then reached up to spread her folds. He began dragging his tongue over and through them, flicking it over her clit. Hermione had been gripping the bedsheets up until now, but suddenly released them with one hand and instead grabbed his hair at the back of his head, pushing his face more into her. Harry probed her with both his finger and his tongue, making her squirm about, and her heels slid up and down his back, her legs clenching and unclenching around his head.
It didn’t take long before he had her writhing around and thrusting her hips into his face. She kept her hand on the back of his head, keeping him right where he was as she grew more and more vocal, her grip on his hair tightening painfully. And when he actually latched his mouth onto her, inserting his tongue and swirling it around inside her, she grabbed his head with both hands, pulling him deeper into her as she humped against his mouth.
She was now moaning almost consistently once more, her back arching off the bed. Harry provided additional stimulation as he held her in place with one hand while reaching up to caress her stomach and breasts with the other. She gripped his hair tightly, to the point where he was surprised that she wasn’t ripping it out. He kept at it though, and a few minutes later, she let out a scream, locking her legs around his head and arching so far off the bed that she was balancing on her head.
She finally dropped back down on the bed panting heavily, her grip on his hair going slack. Her legs unlocked from around his head, but continued quivering from the aftershocks of her orgasm. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Harry extracted her legs from his shoulders and stood up between them. His aching member stood out, demanding attention, but he waited while Hermione recovered.
Still breathing heavily, her eyes cracked open and she looked up at him, a sex flush visible on her face and chest. Harry ran a hand over her leg, his cock hovering over her crotch. She pushed herself up onto her forearms, briefly reaching up to brush aside her hair that was sticking to her face, and opened her legs to him. Harry lifted them and moved closer, taking hold of himself and lining his cock up with her entrance. He rubbed the head up and down her slit a few times before inserting it, and then pushed his way back inside.
He let out a groan as he filled her, relishing in being surrounded by her wet heat once more. Hermione inhaled deep as his pelvis met hers, gathering up handfuls of the bedsheets before locking her legs together behind him. He gripped her hips and began thrusting into her, earning him a pleased moan in response. She thrusted back at him, matching the rhythm he set.
Harry’s gaze moved down to where they were joined, watching as his cock moved in and out of her, her nether-lips clinging to his length as he pulled out before pushing back in. It was an erotic sight to be sure, but his attention soon shifted, his eyes trailing up her flexing stomach to her swaying breasts, watching as they jerked in time with their movements. She squeezed her inner muscles as they thrusted against each other, the sensation making Harry see stars.
For a time, Harry proceeded to thrust into her as she rocked back at him, then she suddenly pushed herself up and reached for him. Harry leaned down towards her and she hooked an arm around his neck, their lips meeting in a shearing kiss. They came apart, pressing their foreheads together as they panted in each other’s mouths, but then Hermione made to lay down again, pulling him down with her. She scooted farther up on the mattress, causing him to fall out of her, but allowing him to climb back on the bed and join her once more.
She rested her head on the pillow as Harry settled on top of her, her breasts pressing against his chest, and in one fluid motion, he thrusted back into her, making her moan as their hips met. His face hovered a few inches above hers, and they stared at each other, their breathing heavy. Hermione’s hands lightly gripped his shoulders, but then she slowly reached up and removed his glasses, causing his vision to become unfocused.
Turning slightly, she placed his glasses on the nightstand beside the bed, then lightly reached up to cup is face, drawing him down to her. She kissed him, their lips and tongues rubbing against each other, and when it ended, she wrapped her arms around him, nuzzling into his shoulder. He buried his face into the crook of her neck and began thrusting into her again.
He had her whimpering and moaning again in less than a minute, her breathing hot and heavy in his ear. In this position, their whole bodies were in full contact with each other, bringing them as close together as possible. Hermione hugged him to her tightly as their sweat-slick bodies slid against each other, her breasts rubbing against his chest. Her open legs were on either side of his hips, slightly bent at the knees as she entwined her legs with his, her nails digging into his back as she met each of his thrusts.
They proceeded to move together, the bed creaking beneath them. Harry was glad he had taken the time to go down on her, not just for them both to have gotten to enjoy the experience, but because the break had indeed allowed him to regain some of his stamina and buy himself some more time. He continued driving deeply into her at a steady pace that she matched, feeling the tip of his cock bump against her cervix every time he filled her. She clung to him desperately, releasing sounds of pleasure into his ear as she rocked against him, lifting her hips to meet each of his thrusts.
This was indeed what both of them had needed, to get lost in the pleasure the other provided as they escaped from their worries. For however long this would last, they could simply enjoy each other as a man and a woman, restoring life and hope in each other in the most primitive of ways. It was a physical reminder that there was more to this world than hopelessness and despair, that there was still a light in the darkness.
In the background, Harry was vaguely aware of whatever song was playing on the radio, but it was drowned out as his full attention was on the sweet sounds Hermione made and the feel of her. As the minutes passed by, their pace steadily increased, and he began thrusting against her harder and faster. Her arms tightened around him and she crossed her legs around his waist, locking her heels together. It allowed him to penetrate her even deeper, and he drive himself into her more aggressively as he began to recognize the signs of her approaching another orgasm, and he strived to get her there while attempting to hold himself back.
It didn’t take too much longer, as after about three or four more minutes, her moans suddenly and quickly evolved into small cries that got notably louder each time he thrusted into her. And then she was screaming in his ear as her legs squeezed his hips, her nails scratching grooves so deeply into his back she had him hissing. Only his weight on top of her kept her from thrashing about wildly as she writhed around beneath him.
It took all his strength and willpower to stop himself from cumming right along with her, but he had a little more endurance left in him. He stayed still while remaining buried deep, feeling her inner walls attempting to suck him in as they milked his length. By some miracle, he managed to resist, and when Hermione’s orgasm finally ended, he lifted himself up to look down at her.
Without his glasses, his vision was rather blurry, but he could still make out the tears running down her cheeks. He gently brushed them away and she grabbed his hand, bringing it to her lips and pressing a kiss to his knuckles. She finally opened her eyes and looked up at him, lifting her head to kiss him. He cupped her cheek, helping to hold her up as they snogged, still lost in their own little world for the time being.
As if understanding each other’s intentions, Harry began to lift off her and Hermione rose up, still kissing him all the while. Harry sat back on his knees as she rose to a sitting position, and she reached between them to take hold of him. She began stroking his cock, her wetness covering it providing lubrication to make her motions smooth. She kept kissing him as she stroked him for a time, then pulled in her legs and turned around, getting on her hands and knees, presenting her backside to him.
She glanced at him over her shoulder, and Harry moved to get into position, taking hold of her hips and pulling her back against him. He took hold of himself and rubbed up and down her entrance, teasing them both. He knew he was approaching his limit, but he would make the most out of however long he still could.
Grasping her hips again, he pushed back inside her. Hermione’s back arched and she gasped loudly, throwing her head back. Harry immediately began thrusting into her, pushing and pulling her hips as he moved her. She pushed back at him, falling into rhythm with him, and the sound of wet flesh slapping together filled the tent. Harry was panting rather heavily as he listened to Hermione’s pleasured moans. He paused to reach up and wipe away the sweat dripping into his eyes before gripping her hips again with near bruising force, his fingers digging into her sides hard enough to leave marks.
At some point, Harry wasn’t sure how long into their sex in this position it was, Hermione glanced back at him as she huffed and puffed along with him. She reached up to brush her hair out of her face before reaching back and placing her hand on his chest over his rapidly beating heart.
“You don’t have to hold back, Harry,” she told him pantingly. “Use me how you need to. It’s ok. I want you to.”
Her words were too tempting to resist. They were also what he needed to hear to take what he needed from her. “Hermione…”
His thrusting became even more aggressive, bordering on brutal. Hermione cried out in time with his thrusts as each one caused her whole body to jerk almost violently. She faced forward again as she pushed herself back to meet each of his thrusts, the force of each one almost knocking her over. Harry held nothing back as he savagely thrusted into her, pouring everything into her, and she took it all without opposition or complaint, encouraging him with her body as she released a pleasured cry every time his hips slapped against hers.
Releasing her hip with one hand, he reached forward and grasped the back of her neck. He leaned over her, pushing her head down and practically mashing her face into the pillow as he mounted her. She rested on her forearms with her rear in the air, grasping onto the pillow the side of her face was buried in.
Harry loomed over her as he pounded into her, practically growling through his heavy panting. His hand at the back of her neck grabbed a handful of her hair instead, and he pulled on it hard, jerking Hermione’s head back. She gasped loudly, but it was a sound of delight as she relished in his rough treatment. She had told him to use her, and he was most definitely doing that, but he would be damned if he didn’t get her off one more time, and he strove to get her there before him as he fucked her with everything he had.
He didn’t know how long they went at it like that, but Hermione’s knees either gave out or he pounded into her so hard that she fell forward onto her stomach. Without missing a beat, he laid on top of her and continued thrusting. He wound her hair around his hand, taking hold of more of it, and gripped it tightly close to her scalp, making her hiss around the pillow she was now biting into.
His other hand wrapped around her neck and gripped her chin as he pounded into her. Hermione groaned as his hips aggressively rocked against her backside, and she twisted the pillow in her hold. His grunts mixed with her groans, both of them getting louder until she eventually released the pillow from her teeth, moaning loudly as her mouth hung open. Still gripping her chin, Harry turned her head and kissed her hard. She mumbled into his mouth as their tongues rubbed together furiously.
Harry was at his limit though and wasn’t sure if he would make it. The change of positions when they had dropped to lay down had brought him a little more time, but he was soon on the verge of release. He could tell that she was as well from the way her inner walls were gripping him, and he hoped he could get her there first. He had been holding on for so long though, and wasn’t sure if he could last much longer.
But then Hermione tore her mouth from his and shouted out her pleasure. Her back attempted to arch reflexively, but his weight pinned her down. The feel of her cumming though completely broke Harry, and he exploded inside her in one of the most powerful orgasms of his life as weeks and weeks of everything he’d had pent up came rushing out of him along with his climax, causing him to see stars behind his eyelids. He buried himself as deeply into her as he could, pulling back on her hair so hard that he forced her to face the ceiling, his fingers digging into her chin as he gripped her face.
His own orgasm seemed to raise hers to even higher heights as he flooded her womb with his seed, and she cried out even louder. Her hands clawed at the pillow frantically, trying to find something more solid for purchase, and Harry somehow had enough sense to release her chin and take hold of one of her hands. She immediately interlocked their fingers, squeezing his hand tightly as her other hand grabbed the side of the mattress so tightly her knuckles turned white.
Their shared orgasm seemed to go on forever as Harry released spurt after spurt into her, and her inner walls worked to suck up every drop. Finally though, his cock stopped pulsating and Harry felt all his strength simply disappear. He collapsed on top of Hermione, releasing her hair, and began panting heavily. Underneath him, Hermione continued to tremble. Her orgasm died down much more slowly, but finally her grip on his hand and the mattress loosened as she went still.
It took about a minute or two before he managed to find his voice. “I’m sorry…” he said quietly, in reference to how he had used her towards the end.
“Don’t be,” she replied softly, apparently knowing what he was talking about. “I told you to use me. We were both giving each other what we needed.”
She was right. They had both needed this, using each other to fuck away all the stress, anger, pain, despair, and feelings of hopelessness out of their system and to restore some life into each other, healing each other of their hardships. That was the reason for the lightness he now felt, and he felt better about things as well.
For the next several minutes, they simply laid there together in a sweaty heap as their heavy breathing and rapid heartbeats slowly regulated, both of them completely spent. Harry felt completely drained of energy, but at the same time, he felt so much lighter and full of new life. Despite the grogginess of his limbs, he somehow managed to find the enough strength to roll onto his side, bringing Hermione with him, and he gathered her into his arms in a spooning position. His semi-erect member remained inside her, but she didn’t seem to mind, and he entangled their legs together, nuzzling the back of her neck as he held her close.
At first they simply laid there, but then Hermione shifted, moving away from him slightly. Harry released her, thinking she was pulling away, but she instead reached for her wand on the nightstand by his glasses. Taking it up, she pointed it at her stomach, and he heard her cast the Contraceptive Charm on herself.
Harry inhaled deeply before relaxing. He hadn’t even considered that. He’d been too caught up in everything to think about the potential consequences of what they were doing, and was relieved that Hermione was always so responsible and on top of everything to think that far ahead. A baby was the absolute last thing they needed with everything else going on in their lives right now.
With the spell cast, she put her wand back down on the nightstand and snuggled back against him once more, pulling the pillow down for them to rest their heads on. Harry wrapped an arm around her and she took hold of it, hugging it to her chest. They simply laid there together like that in an entanglement of limbs as exhaustion slowly got the better of them.
“Harry…” she said quietly.
“I know…” he replied simply.
And he did know. They’d both needed this, needed this moment, needed to be there for each other in this moment. And they had been. That’s what this had been. This wasn’t them getting together, nor was that what either of them wanted. At the end of the day, he was still in love with Ginny and she was still in love with Ron, even though neither of them knew if they would ever see the two Weasleys again; that was simply the way things were. This wasn’t some romantic love affair, this was simply them, two best friends being there for each other when they needed the other the most to comfort each other as a man and woman. Tomorrow, things would go back to normal between them and they would continue their search for the horcruxes, not knowing what horrors or fruitions the future might bring.
For now though, Harry continued to hold her. Nothing more needed to be said between them, and a few minutes later, Harry realized by her breathing that she had fallen asleep, her still in his arms, him still inside her, both of them still naked with no blankets covering them, their drying sweat gluing their bodies together. Exhaustion was claiming Harry as well as he nuzzled into her hair.
None of this had been his attention when he had first started dancing with her. He’d simply wanted to cheer her up, to lift their worries from their shoulders for a little while; he hadn’t expected things to take this turn. But again, it had been what they’d both needed, and it made the world seem not quite so dreary and hopeless. He still didn’t know what the future held for them, didn’t even know if they would survive, but being reminded that there was still life and love in this world full of hate and death, that there were still things worth living for, worth fighting for, it gave him the strength to go on, at least for a little while longer.
With a sigh, he pulled Hermione closer, smuggling against her. She mumbled in her sleep and pressed back into him before settling back down again. Closing his eyes, he began to drift off, allowing himself just a little more time before the real world came knocking and he and Hermione had to return to reality. There were still horcruxes to find, Snatchers to avoid, and a Dark Lord to defeat. Yes, the future was indeed still looking bleak.
This was Harry’s final thought before he joined Hermione in sleep, the two of them preserving this moment for however long it could last. Because come tomorrow, there would still be three more horcruxes to find. But they would push onward. They would do it because they had to, because they had no choice but to. And maybe, just maybe, they would make it through this alive. And if they did, they would see how much of their old lives they could salvage. Maybe there would still be something left.
THE END

(A/N: And there we go. An extension of the closest thing we got to Harry/Hermione being canon. It wasn't one of love and passion, but of need and comfort between friends taking the benefits route. It was a little awkward to write, what with Harry being in love with Ginny and Hermione being in love with Ron, but Harry and Ginny WERE broken up, and Ron had left, and neither Harry or Hermione had any idea if they would ever see either of the Weasleys again, or what would happen between them if they did, so it's not like they were cheating or being disloyal. Times of war are tough, and people tend to take comfort wherever and however they can get it during such times of hardships, and that's what they were doing. So it may not have been the romantic fling you were hoping for, but I wanted to keep it canon compliant, so this is what we got. I hope you enjoyed it all the same, and I'll see you next time.)
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