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Finding True Happiness	By : CeliaEquus Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 19445 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“The Night”

How do I prepare for this? Hermione thought, looking around the room. She had completed her homework in record time, fitting it in wherever she could. The school year wasn’t even half over yet, but tonight was going to be the start of the rest of her life; she could just feel it. If not tonight, certainly tomorrow.

“Candles,” she murmured. “Must have candles.”

It was around quarter to nine and her hands were shaking as she set up some plain white candles. Rather than risk setting something on fire due to a wand misfire, she instead lit one at the fireplace and used that to do the rest. When the last was in place she pulled back the bedcovers.

Even though she had washed herself thoroughly she cast a Freshening Charm, checked her breath and fiddled with her hair in front of the mirror. Her reflection still made her frown, but if her secret admirer wanted to make love to her then she would have no objections. In fact, she could consider herself a very lucky girl.

“This is it,” she said. She was wearing her best nightie, modified so that it only fastened at the neck. To save time she hadn’t bothered with underwear. She should have been shivering with the winter cold, but the fire provided just enough warmth to prevent that. And his touch was guaranteed to make her hot.

She glanced over at her bedside table. Her wand was lying there as well as a few vials of Pain Relief Potion. She hoped that he could get her some Morning After Potion should they get too caught up to remember contraception. If ever they made plans for a longer commitment – she could hardly think of marriage when she didn’t even know his name – then perhaps they could discuss having children. But while she was at school? No way.

With a shaky breath she tried to picture how she would remove her nightgown. Or would he take it off? If so, how?

“No,” she said, shaking her head as her trembling hands attacked the bow at middle of the neckline. She ripped the whole thing off, balled it up in her hands and then shoved it into her school trunk. That at least took care of one problem.

It was almost time. She glanced around the room, still not sensing his presence, and climbed onto the bed. It was tempting to squirm around into a relatively seductive position (not that she knew any), but crumpled sheets were hardly a good look.

And then she knew that he was there.

She was blushing, and not just in her face. Peeves floated, still invisible of course, but in the form he knew Hermione would like. At least, he hoped that she would like it.

“Beautiful,” he said, taking in her cream-coloured skin, pink nipples, and that brown patch of delight he had come to know so well. Now he would become acquainted with all of it, in as many ways as she would allow.

“I’m not,” she whispered. He frowned.

“You are,” he said. He concentrated on being solid all over, just as he had the other day, and sat on the bed. He reached over and grasped her right hand. “Absolutely stunning.”

“Oh.” She half-smiled as she looked down at the sheets. “I… I don’t know what to say.”

“Then say nothing.”

He pushed her back on the bed and crawled over her quivering form. Nudging her legs apart, he fit himself within their embrace. Her lips parted as she breathed unevenly.

“Calm down,” he said, bending over. His mouth met hers as his hands caressed her sides. She felt warm and silky and soft, goosebumps forming wherever he roamed. Their tongues met, lazily moving together. Peeves kept his eyes open only because he wanted to see as much of her as he could. However, when she wound her arms around his waist, his eyelashes fluttered shut.

I love her, he thought. I think I love her.

Hermione whimpered when she felt what was brushing her inner thighs. Was it going to be soon?

She tore her lips away from his, only for him to start suckling on her neck. She gasped.

“Now?” she asked. “Will it… will you do it now?”

“No,” he said. He moved her arms away and began to slide down her body. Little bites here and there on her sensitive skin; fingers playing with her breasts; a tongue painting strange patterns on her flesh; hands slowly making their way towards their goal.

“Oh!”

“So wet,” he moaned, pumping out a familiar tune between her legs. She mewled as he added another finger. When his nose brushed against her clit she jumped.

“Oh, please!”

“Soon,” he said. “I promise.”

“Did you… did you bring…” Hermione couldn’t think straight. Yes, he had done this before, but the knowledge that they were about to go even further heightened the experience.

“Did I bring what?” He curled one finger inside her and she squeaked as she came. It was hardly surprising; his other hand was occupied with her breasts, pinching and squeezing the nipples. The tiny bolts of pain actually felt good, though she wouldn’t have liked anything stronger than that.

“I… can’t remember,” she said, still shuddering.

“Then it mustn’t have been important.”

Moving back to stay level with her, Peeves gently widened her legs again. He stroked her thighs, feeling how tense she was.

“Relax,” he said. “Please, Hermione.” He tickled behind her knees, making her giggle. “That’s better.”

While he positioned himself with one hand he continued to study the girl before him, soon to be a woman.

I can finally be with her,he thought. Gods, she’s enchanting.

He smiled as he laid down; one arm went around her waist, the other behind her shoulders to cup the back of her head. Closing his eyes he kissed her again, getting an immediate response.

Yes, she was wet, but extra help never hurt anyone. Concentrating on his body – such as it was – he made himself as cold as possible down there. Hermione gasped.

“What’s happening?” she asked.

“Just making it easier for you,” he said, easing himself in. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

“Oh gods,” she said, shaking. “I don’t even know you. Why am I doing this?”

“Why are you asking questions now?” he asked, frustrated. “Hermione, you know me better than anyone else. You said that you loved me!”

“I do,” she said. He could feel the tension leaving again as she smiled. “I do love you. I don’t know how it happened, but it did.”

“And I love you,” he said, stroking her hair. If not now, I will when I get my body, he thought. Then I’ll be able to show you just how deeply I feel… in every sense of the word.

Peeves felt her barrier. Hermione bit her lower lip, tensing again.

“It’s going to hurt,” she said.

“Would you rather someone else hurt you like this?”

“No! No. I want you.”

“I know. So stop. Being. Nervous.”

He swooped in for another kiss, pouring as much passion and fire into it as he could. Her hands clutched at his back again as she pushed her hips forward. He plunged in, swallowing her cries, and concentrating on the image in his mind. He had to get it right the first time.

Finally she had to pull back for breath. Grasping at oxygen, Hermione forced her eyes open, unseeing through the ache. But it ebbed away quickly, and she was able to focus on the man above her. Her eyes widened.

“You’re just how I imagined you’d be,” she whispered. Royal blue eyes shone down, medium-sized pink lips were quirked up in an ecstatic smile, brown hair was threatening to fall over his eyes, and he seemed to be just a bit taller than her. Even though she couldn’t see the rest of him, she was sure that he was just perfect – and…

“What is it?” he asked.

“I’m… I’m not pretty enough for you,” she said. He frowned.

“Don’t think like that,” he said. “You’re stunning, my love, and…” The smile returned. “I love you, Hermione.” He laughed. “I love you!”

Her own watery smile came back as she reached up to stroke his face. “And I love you…”

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