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Abandon	By : Greensocks Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 42896 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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When Hermione woke up next morning, she was, again,
alone in the bed. She didn�t know how he did it: she had always been a light
sleeper, how come she never heard him sneak out?

This time, she felt slightly upset with him. Would it
hurt to stay at least until she woke up? She raised
from the bed, feeling a throb between her legs that reminded her vividly of the
previous night. She blushed while she put her robe on, hoping to catch Harry
before he left for work this time.

She ran downstairs, aware that probably her hair was a
mess and ignoring the cold floor under her bare feet. She didn�t need to worry:
Harry was in the kitchen, calmly reading the Daily Prophet while drinking
coffee.

He barely raised his eyes to acknowledge her and kept
reading.

�I made some coffee for you,� he said.

Again, he was acting like he always did. Hermione
poured some coffee in a mug and sat in front of him, watching him turn the
pages of the Prophet. She set her mug forcefully on the table, making him look
at her over the paper.

�Is something wrong?�

Hermione count
up to five. �What are you doing?� she
asked, with a low voice.

�Reading.�

�I�m not talking about that, Harry.�

�Then what
are you talking about, Hermione?�

�You know
what.�

They stared at each other in silence for a long time.
Hermione could hear the noise the clock in the kitchen wall was making with
each passing second. She suddenly felt very subconscious of how she probably
looked, and tried to comb her hair with her fingers. Finally, Harry folded the
paper and set it aside.

�I don�t know what you want me to say.�

Hermione gaped at him. �What about explaining why you
snuck into my room last night?�

�I thought the reason for that was pretty clear to
you,� he said, with his usual expresionless face.

�It�s the second time we�� she trailed off, actually
embarrassed to say it out loud.

�Have sex,� he finished for her.

�Well, isn�t it natural that I�m confused? I mean, two
days ago you and I were just friends, and all of the
sudden we��

�We�re still friends,� he said, finishing his coffee
and standing up.

�Yes, but something�s changed,� Hermione insisted,
barely believing that he was about to leave in the middle of their
conversation.

�Nothing�s changed.� He leaned over her and kissed her
on the cheek. �Take care.�

�Harry, I�m not done talking yet!�

�We can continue tonight, I�m gonna be late and I have
an important meeting.�

And he left her sitting in the kitchen, alone.

She couldn�t believe him. He was acting as if it
wasn�t a big deal, as if it was an everyday thing that best friends suddenly
started shagging each other and not even talking about it.

She felt extremely angry. He was using her. Of course,
she couldn�t complain, he hadn�t forced her to anything and she hadn�t made any
questions� and she had enjoyed it� too much, to be honest... but still, she couldn�t
allow this to go on.

* * *

That night, she arrived earlier than he did. It was a
good thing, because she didn�t want to see him. She went to her bedroom, closed
the door and stayed inside, even when she heard the front door closing a couple
of hours later. Hopefully, he would get the message and wouldn�t bother her.

She waited, straining her ears to hear any sound that
might tell her what he was doing. He took at least three hours to go upstairs,
and Hermione braced herself in the bed, expecting him to open her door.

He didn�t.

She waited all night, but he didn�t show up. She had
no idea what he was playing at, and she was angry at herself for actually wanting him to come into her room, and
not precisely to talk.

The next three days, a similar routine followed. He
was coming home quite late and they barely saw each other in the morning. It
was as if their two nights together had never existed. And Hermione found
herself thinking about him so much, that she was sure she�d go crazy. She
couldn�t deny anymore the fact that she wanted him, that she wanted to feel his
hands on her and his mouth kissing hers� If he wasn�t going to make a move,
then she would.

On Friday night, she heard him arrive, late as usual.
She knew his routine by heart now, and guessed he would go to take a shower any
minute now. That was what she was waiting for. She waited until she heard the
water running, and walked towards the restroom.

She could see his silouette behind the curtains, and
felt an ache between her legs that could only be put off by him. She took off
her clothes and got inside the shower, slowly. He had her back to her and
didn�t notice she was with him until she circled her arms around his waist.

For a moment, he stood very still and then let out a
sigh. He turned around and stared into her eyes, a silent question that
Hermione didn�t answer. Instead, she trailed her hands through his back. His
skin was very hot because of the temperature of the water, and she pressed
herself to him, smiling at the feeling of his hard member against her leg. She
didn�t know she could be so bold, but then again, nothing seemed to be
predictable when it was about him.

Without any words, she pressed her lips to his chest
slowly, giving him open mouthed kisses and tasting the mixture of the water and
the soap in his skin. She circled his nipples with her tongue, making him gasp.
She then started to move lowed, until she was on her knees in front of him.

They locked eyes for a moment. His were bemused; hers,
mischievous. and then Hermione proceed with the task
she had settled herself to do. She kissed the tip of his cock, and smirked when
he groaned and shivered. Very slowly, she licked the base until she reached his
balls, and then went up again. She looked up for a moment, and saw that Harry
had his eyes closed, his face with a blissful expression. One of his hands was
clutching the tub�s curtain, and the other was trying to find some support in
the slippery wall.

She enveloped the head of his cock with her mouth, and
he couldn�t help pushing his hips further into her wet cavern. She received him
without complains, wanting to please him, wanting to make him want her like he
had the other night. She applied all the techniques she�d used and heard of before,
alternating between sucking, massaging and licking. Meanwhile, her hands cupped
his balls and moved back to his arse, the sounds he made encouraging her to
take him further in.

Harry�s hand left the wall and moved to her head, but
not to keep her in place. He just stroke her wet hair
softly, in a way that made Hermione even more eager to make him feel good. She
started sucking him with all her might, but he didn�t let her continue. He
grabbed her by the shoulders and forced her to stand up, sticking his tongue in
her mouth as soon as he had her at the right level.

He was such a wonderful kisser, by all means the best
she�d known. Harry was panting when he pushed her to the wall, cupping her
breasts and pinching her nipples, making her squirm. She grinded her hips
against his erection, begging him to take her right then and there, against
that wall, with the hot water running over them.

Harry stroked her stomach, then her hip, reaching her
legs. He carressed her inner thighs, teasing her folds by touching there
slightly, but not going anywhere near her clit.

�Harry, please,� Hermione panted, moving frantically
against his hand. She had been in control only minutes before, but once again
she was surrendering to him.

�Please what,� he muttered against her ear, nibbling
her neck. He was supporting himself with one hand on the wall, next to
Hermione�s head, while Hermione was holding onto his shoulders so she wouldn�t
fall.

�Please shag me, now,� she demanded.

Harry kissed her again before turning her around so
she had her back to him. He made her put her hands on the wall, and she obeyed,
bracing herself for what he was about to do. She felt the tip of his cock
nudging against her behind, and a second later, he buried himself inside her,
making her hiss. Merlin, she needed this.

He started moving inside her, one of his hand folding
one breast while the other held onto her hip to steady
his thrusts. There was something really erotic in the fact that she couldn�t
see him, only hear his grunts and feel his body slapping against hers over and
over again. Hermione was helpless, the only thing she
could do was push back to take him all the way in. She wasn�t aware of the
water that was falling through her back, nor that the
soap had fallen to the bottom of the tub and was now dissolving. She just
wanted Harry to keep fucking her.

The hand that was on her breast moved to her clit, and
he started rubbing it, twisting it between his expert fingers until she
climaxed, her orgasm much more powerful than any other she�d ever had. She
started grinding her arse into him faster, wanting him to come like she had.

He did, with a guttural groan and kept thrusting into
her until he was spent. He backed away slowly, letting her turn around. He was
looking at her through lidded eyes, and she knew that she probably had a
similar dazed expression. Hermione was feeling extremely satisfied and was
aware that her legs were a little shaky. She kissed him lightly on the lips and
quicky stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and leaving him alone in the
bathroom, before he could even move. He was probably still wondering what had
gotten into her, she though, amused, but that served him right for what he�d
done to her before.

Once in her room, she dried her hair and put her
pajamas on. She laid on the bed, doubting he would go
there... He�d already had his share, after all.

* * *

Harry hadn�t showed up at her room, after all,
Hermione realized when she woke up the next morning. It was a good thing it was
a Saturday, she really was dreading to go to work after her tiring week.

Her ideas of staying in bed until late were shattered
soon, though. Harry knocked on her door around 11, and when she told him to
come in, he opened it, but stayed in the doorframe.

�Good morning,� she said, smiling knowingly at him.

�It seemed like you would never wake up,� he said.
�You do remember that we have to be at the Burrow for lunch today, don�t you?�

She had forgotten completely. She wanted to say it was
his fault, he�d been occupying her thoughts too much lately, but Harry didn�t
seem to be in the mood to be teased. So, when he left her alone, she took a
shower and got dressed, wondering seriously if Harry was a case of multiple
personality and was one person at night and one at day.

* * *

The Burrow was full of Weasleys. It was Mr. Weasley�s
birthday, and all their children had gone, with their spouses and own kids. The
only ones still single were Ron�although he had been dating Luna Lovegood for a
while- and Ginny, who after her break up with Harry had been going out with
several guys, but not having anything serious with any of them.

Hermione spent most of the day stealing looks at
Harry. As usual, he was quiet, and even when he talked to everyone, he was only
a shadow of what he�d been before. Everyone could see it,
Mrs. Weasley�s eyes betrayed her sadness whenever she looked at the boy he
loved as if he was her own son. Hermione really wished she could find the way
to bring him back, but he was too into himself... The greatest proof was that,
after having shagged three times already, he didn�t even act any different with
her.

�So, Hermione, when are you going to bring us a nice
boyfriend?� Mrs. Weasley asked, repeating the same thing she�d been asking her
for years, when she had gotten over the fact that she and Ron would never work
as a couple.

�When I meet him myself, Mrs. Weasley,� she replied,
and didn�t miss Fred�s snicker. She turned to him. �What are you laughing at?�

�Nothing,� he said, but exchanged a look with his twin
that said otherwise.

�I don�t think you�ll find anyone as long as you�re
still living with Harry,� Ginny said. �What bloke would like her girlfriend
sharing the house with another guy?�

�That�s absurd,� Ron said. �Harry and Hermione are
just friends.�

Hermione was too used to the Weasleys �especially Ron
and Ginny- discussing hers and Harry�s love life to care anymore. She wondered
what Ron would say if he found out what was going on lately between Harry and
her.

�And you, Harry, dear? You should get yourself a nice
girl,� Mrs. Weasley said.

�I don�t think I will, Mrs. Weasley,� Harry said,
giving her the same answer he always gave when they asked him that question. �I
like my life as it is now.�

Hermione wished he would at least looked
at her when he said that, but he hadn�t. She knew that he really meant it when
he said that nothing had changed between them. Well, she was perfectly fine
with that, except for the fact that she was already wishing that the night
would come soon to see if he felt like...

�Hermione, we should go,� Harry said suddenly. He was
at her side, and she hadn�t even felt him coming closer. �It�s almost 8.�

Something in his eyes told her that he was thinking
about the same thing she was.

�Right,� she said. She hadn�t even known she liked sex
so much until she had done it with him.

* * *

They had barely apparated inside Grimmauld Place when Harry�s hands were
already on her. They kissed passionately, their tongues duelling while they
stumbled through the living room. Harry removed her cloak hastily, holding her
close to him with his other arm. He sneaked his hand under her skirt and pulled
her knickers down her legs. In the meantime, she was unzipping his pants and
removing his belt, desperate to touch him.

He fell on one of the couches with her on top,
straddling his lap. He started unbuttoing her blouse, and she hurriedly lifted
his shirt over his head. As it was already a custom between them, no words were
exchanged. Harry put his hand on the back of Hermione�s neck and kissed her
thoroughly, while she grinded her hips, feeling his cock growing harder inside
his pants. Without pulling her mouth away, she lowered her hands, trying to get
his pants out, and he helped her raising his hips, so she could remove them
along with his boxers.

Feeling him so hard against her almost made her come
right there. She didn�t know why, but he had the power to make her lose all
sanity. She had never surrendered before to her carnal desires like that... And
the fact that they never talked, not even to tell each other if they were doing
something right or not, was the most exciting part of it.

Harry pushed her blouse away, and it fell to the
floor. He pulled her bra down, freeing her breasts enough for him to kiss them.
She held his head while he licked and sucked her nipples, biting her lip to
keep her voice down. He had lifted her skirt up to her waist, not taking the
time to remove it. She reached down and stroked him a couple of times before
impaling herself on him.

They both hissed at the feeling of being joined. Harry
stopped his attention on her breasts to kiss her on the mouth, and Hermione
started moving above him, her hands on his shoulders for leverage. He carressed
her breasts, her thighs, anywhere he could reach while she rode him. He felt
wonderful inside her, she would never cease to amaze at how addictive he could
be.

Soon she was trashing over him, and Harry was doing
his share by holding her hips and thrusting back into her. They had managed to
develop a rythm that had both of them over the edge. She looked at him. He was staring
into her eyes, with that intensity that made her knees weak. Their connection
was something special, she thought at that moment. She leaned over to kiss him
on the lips, a sweet gesture that didn�t have much to do with the frantic pace
they had. Seconds later, he came inside her, and she could do nothing but
follow him right away, her head falling on his shoulder, too exhausted to
support her weigh anymore.

He stroked her hair and kissed the side of her face.
Hermione would have loved to stay there and not move until the next day, but
she knew that they couldn�t sleep on the couch... It would be too
unconfortable. But she didn�t want to go back to her room alone, like the previous
night. She wanted to be with him, feel him close to her in the only way he let
her see a little into his soul, lately. She was starting to treasure these
moments they shared, and even if they had no meaning beyond need and desire,
she thought that she could at least enjoy some time with the real Harry.

She slowly raised her head, looking at him in the eye.

�Sleep with me tonight,� she said,
not sure if he would take it the wrong way.

He didn�t say anything, and for a moment she thought
he would refuse. But then, he gently helped her stand up, gathered their
clothes and led her by the hand, not to her room, but to his.
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