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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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“After Glow”

Peeves followed Hermione over the edge, joined at the hips as he filled her. With every spurt he thrust into her, pumping himself dry. Her inner muscles sucked out everything that he had, drawing it all inside.

“Take it,” he hissed. She whimpered, and he delighted in the sound. “Take it all.”

She simply nodded frantically, gasping with each surge. Neither remembered that she was still a schoolgirl; they were just two people in love, damn the consequences. She knew what she wanted to come of this warmth pouring into her body; she wanted the ultimate sign that they had been together.

“Please, please, please,” she chanted. “Please give me a baby. Show everyone I’m yours. Please.”

He kept her plastered against his body and sucked on her lips, alternating between top and bottom. She let out a cry, tightening one last time, before relaxing completely. He continued to move, smiling at the sated look on his lover’s face. It spoke of utter bliss. There were dried tears at the corners of her eyes, and he traced their paths with his thumbs. She looked at him and smiled tiredly as he came to a standstill.

“Hi,” she said softly.

“You all right?”

“Splendid.” She stretched, her body pushing him upwards. He pulled out and lay beside her. Then she winced. “Ooh. I hurt a bit.”

“I’m sorry,” he said. “Do you have…?”

“Over there,” she said, tilting her head towards her bedside table. He Summoned a phial of Pain Relief Potion with a wave of his hand. Hermione’s eyes widened.

“Here,” he murmured, uncorking the bottle. He tipped it down her throat, stroking her lips as she swallowed. He returned the empty vial to its place and then kissed her. She rolled into his embrace, allowing him to cradle her close.

“Thank you,” she said. “Tha-ank,” she yawned, “you.”

Peeves chuckled as he nuzzled her cheek. “And thank you, Hermione.”

She shut her eyes, wishing that he was still inside her but too exhausted to do anything about it. “I love you,” she said. She’d lost count of how many times she had said it, but it didn’t matter. She would keep saying it as long as she was awake. “Don’t forget to tell me your name… but that can wait `til morning.”

He frowned as he remembered something.

“How did she know?” he mumbled. Hermione made a small, questioning sound. “How did you know?”

“K-know what?”

“How did you know, and… and why did you still do it, knowing…?” He trailed off.

“I love you,” she said, snuggling up to him. “That’s why I did it.”

Peeves felt something prickling his eyes. He raised his left hand, and smiled at the tear on his forefinger. Looking back down at her he saw that she had fallen asleep. Shuffling down beside her he closed his eyes.

And, for the first time in his existence, he fell asleep, too.

Waking early in the morning, Peeves had to blink several times to work out where he was, and then why he was there. Looking to the side, he saw his young lover, splayed out with a great, big smile on her face. Smug, he rolled over to study her properly.

There was certainly a glow about her. He hoped that no one else noticed it, for her sake. Those pink lips of hers were still puffy from last night, her hair was messier than usual, and he even noticed a few love bites that he must have made without noticing. A lot had gone on last night that he hadn’t noticed, so overcome with being alive.

At that thought he sat up, swung his legs over the side and left the bed. Her long mirror was in its usual place, so he decided to examine what he had given himself.

Looking at her sleeping body had awakened a certain part of his anatomy, and he noticed with guilt that there was blood on it. He glanced back to see the same blood between her thighs. In a sadder frame of mind he turned back to the mirror.

Just as she wanted, he had made his eyes an even, sapphire blue. His hair was dark-ish and tousled, no doubt from the night before. There were also marks from their love-making on his arms, chest and shoulders. A bit of hair adorned his chest, legs… and other places. Not to mention the bit of fuzz on his face. Why did he have to be one of those men who grew beards quickly? At least he knew a good spell or two.

Peeves didn’t want Hermione to wake up alone in bed, so he lay back down beside her. She was still slumbering, so he pulled her close, shut his eyes, and slipped into a doze.

So many times had Hermione awoken hoping that, just for once, her secret admirer would be there. For once, it actually felt real.

However, when she opened her eyes she realised that her arms were around a physical being, that warm breath was tickling her face… that she wasn’t alone!

“Oh my,” she whispered, staring at his face. Her secret admirer. He was right here just as she had pictured him, right down to the last detail. Even the shape of his nose was the same, and his ears, and his eyebrows. Everything.

She shuffled a bit and winced at the pain between her legs. Remembering the potions on her bedside table she rolled out of his embrace, reached over and grabbed a vial. She heard him stirring behind her, so she swallowed the liquid quickly, re-corked the bottle and then turned around.

He smiled up at her sleepily.

“Good morning, Hermione,” he said.

“Good morning,” she replied. Her memory searched for what happened the night before. “Uh… are you going to tell me your name? Or did you already tell me?” She blushed. “A lot happened last night, didn’t it?”

“Yes.” He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. “Yes, it did.”

“So… did you tell me?”

“B-but,” he paused to yawn widely, “you already knew who I was.”

“Ye-es,” she said slowly. “You’re my secret admirer. My…” she trailed a few fingers down his left arm, “lover.” She smiled gently. “I do love you, you know.”

“I know,” he said, eyes shining. She so easily got lost in them, just like she knew she would. “And I love you.”

“So tell me your name,” she said.

“But…” He frowned, having said that same word before. Yet he still didn’t understand. “You said it. Shouted it, actually. What I want to know is why you still gave yourself to me knowing who I was. You should hate me for what I did.” He traced a pattern on the bed-sheets, trying to ignore the patch of dried blood nearby.

“I don’t hate you,” she said absently, casting about to remember what she had screamed.

‘A name – any name! When you come, say the first name that comes to your head. Then I can tell you who I am.’

She blushed when she remembered how eagerly she had obeyed, and loudly at that. But then she recalled the name she had used…

‘PEEVES!’

Her eyes widened as she looked down at her secret admirer, not even noticing that she had sat up abruptly.

“No,” she whispered, shaking her head frantically. “No. Not you. It can’t be you.”

So what will happen now, my lovely readers? You’ll find out soon enough…

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