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Finding True Happiness	By : CeliaEquus Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 19445 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I have no claim on the Harry Potter franchise, and am making no money from any of my fan fiction.

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“The Night Continues”

“I can’t tell you my name. Not yet.”

“Why no-ot?” Hermione gasped, her back arching as he thrust in harder. Then he returned to his gentle rocking, dragging moans from her lips. “I’ve g-given up trying to recognise your v-voice.”

Peeves revelled in the sensation of breathing. His lungs filled with sweet, sweet air, and then expelled warm breath. His body – his body! – was growing hot, and he was actually sweating. The bed sheets were both coarse and smooth against his legs and hands. It was a bloody miracle.

And Hermione… ah, there was another miracle. Sex turned out to be even better than he had imagined. He had never conceived just how perfect it could be. Their bodies were rubbing together with wonderful abandon. He surged in and out of her scorching wetness, legs and feet tangled and hands grabbing and stroking. Their lips fused together every so often, but then a new feeling would force them apart again.

“Hermione, I really love you,” he said, holding her still against him. He had to have a breather before something happened early. “I want you to know that.”

“I know you do,” she said, her eyes squeezed shut as she clung onto him, her chin tucked over his left shoulder. “I’m so glad you came into my life, even though I still don’t know who you are.”

“You will soon,” he promised. He kissed her neck. She tasted so sweet. “You don’t hate me for starting this?”

“No. I could never hate you.”

Feeling confident again, Peeves pulled back a bit, grabbed her hips in both hands, and thrust down. Hermione cried out, pressing her body upwards. The sight and sound fuelled his lust.

This was right. This was so right. She could feel it in her bones. She had never known what was missing inside her, not until now; little did he know it, but he was not only filling a physical hole with his love, but the empty place in her heart that she had kept for someone like him. Yes, making love was marvellous. They were one. But this was about so much more than just satisfaction, even more than showing their love for each other. She couldn’t say what it was, but it was like… it was like they couldn’t have been together until the moment she gave herself to him.

“Tell me what you’re feeling,” he said.

“Too much,” she said, shaking her head. “Can’t describe it.”

“Overwhelmed?” He was finding it hard to form words, too.

“Yeah.” She nodded frantically. “So… so overwhelming…”

Tightening his grip around her body, Peeves rolled so that she was now on top of him. She gazed down.

“What…?”

“I want you to have fun as well,” he said. That was better. With her sitting still, he was able to think properly. “This is love, Hermione. It doesn’t have to be so serious.” With a wicked grin he trailed his hands up her sides until he got to her underarms. As soon as he started to tickle her she squeaked with laughter, scrunching up on his lap as she convulsed. She had to place her hands on his chest to steady herself.

“You… evil… git,” she said, trying to catch her breath. Her muscles squeezed him in response to the tickling and he grabbed her waist.

“You’re the evil one,” he said. His hands wandered down to cup her, two fingers dipping between her legs from behind to tease her. She pushed back against them.

“How?”

“So delectable,” he helped her grind down, “so bright,” he bucked up, “so breathtaking.”

“Tell me your name,” she said, starting to ride him. He watched with fire in his eyes.

“Look at you,” he moaned, “bouncing in my lap like I was a trampoline. You know what you feel like?”

“No. What do I feel like?” she asked.

He yanked her down against his chest and consumed her mouth in a powerful kiss. While she was distracted he rolled them back over so that she was beneath him, her hair fanning out over the pillow. He ran his hand through the messy locks, massaging her right thigh with the other. She wound her legs around his torso, pulling him further into her.

“More,” she begged. “Please. More.”

He picked up the pace, sinking deeper each time and making her jerk in his arms. Their lips met again, very briefly.

“Let me show you,” he said.

Her very breath was stolen from her as he propped himself up on his elbows, holding her arms in place, and driving in, hard. Over and over he pumped into her body, heeding her cries for ‘more!’, ‘harder!’ and ‘take me!’. He couldn’t speak; he could only grunt, moan, and think her name. He didn’t even have the courage to speak it.

“Don’t forget,” he whispered. “I love you.”

Hermione couldn’t work it out, but she definitely wasn’t complaining. She tried to tell him how she felt.

“I need… I need you to c-come in me,” she said. Her feet trailed lower to push him further inside. “Claim me. I’m yours.”

“You’re mine,” Peeves hissed. “No one else can have you, Hermione. No one.”

“Gods, I want your children,” she said, her inner muscles sucking at him. “I’ve never wanted any; but I want yours.” She was delirious in her passion; otherwise she wouldn’t have said what she did. “Give me children. I want your baby. I have to have your baby. Every one. Promise me.”

“I’ll give you everything,” he said, wrapping himself around her again as they neared the end.

“Ah!” She knew that something was about to happen. She was only seconds away from something big. Something huge.

“Say a name.”

“What?”

“A name – any name!” He stilled for a moment. “When you come, say the first name that comes to your head.” Make it a good one, he thought. “Only then can I tell you.”

“P-promise?” His words barely penetrated; and as her orgasm crept up on her she became deaf to the outside world, only aware of the rush of her blood and the tightening in her womb.

“Yes,” he said, but she never heard.

A name? What name? she thought frantically. I… I can’t think of any…not even mine.

It was difficult to think of anything outside of this moment, but she did her best. One person had been on her mind lately, almost the same as her secret admirer.

At the time, her mind must have made an unconscious connection, as it just seemed logical. Neither immediately registered the name she shouted, but shout it she did.

“PEEVES!”

Gah! Okay, who saw that coming?

(No pun intended.)

This is one of those ideas I came up with while I was playing solitaire. Approve?
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