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Abandon	By : LadyOscar2 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 16676 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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When Hermione woke up the 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 counted 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 clicking noise the kitchen�s clock was
making with each passing second. She suddenly felt very self-conscious about 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 expressionless 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 him.
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 silhouette 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 lower, 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 showing 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 stroked 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 caressed 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 quickly 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 another 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 hadn�t had a steady relationship 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 a 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 around 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 best friends.�

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

�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 look 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 unbuttoning 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 caressed 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 rhythm that had both of them over the edge pretty soon.
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 uncomfortable.
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 was going to 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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