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Oops	By : Yonne91 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 105757 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Within the shrieking shack, the old wooden door to the master bedroom creaked open. The sound was left unnoticed by the lip-locked teens. They devoured each others' mouths in a hunger that would not be so easily satisfied. His mouth left hers to lick and suckle at the nap of her neck. She moaned at the sensation, but forced herself to focus on getting her wand from her pocket. Muttering quick spells, the dusty bed was clean with fresh linen. A handful of candles lay lit on the dust covered bedroom furniture. Satisfied, she carelessly shoved the wand make into her pocket. Then she lead his face back up and slammed her mouth over his.

His hands moved up under her night shirt. He mentally smirked when he felt bare breast beneath. She had finally learned to not wear a bra on nights like this one. He pinched her harden nipples between his thumb and index. She groaned into his mouth and tightened her grip on his dark hair. He stopped pinching in favour of cupping each breast in his hands. Feeling out their weight, he ducked down bellow where her shirt had risen at level with his hands. He captured the soft flesh of one breast into his mouth and lapped at the nipple. His hand squeezing and fondling her other breast. Her head tilted back some while her knees grew weak. “Harry,” she moaned.

Hermione impatiently pulled at the shoulders of Harry's night shirt. Instead of allowing her to remove it from him, he trailed kisses from one nipple, along the breast, down the crevice between them, and following along until he now had the other breast at his mercy. Her breath hitched as she once again fought to remain standing. Her womanhood was already dripping in need for him. Much like his cock was painfully erected for her.

Harry finally pulled away from Hermione's chest to tug her shirt over her head. She let him, and shivered when the October cold slipped through the old walls and over her bare torso. Tossing her shirt to the floor, he grabbed the base of his own and fully pulled it off. Both standing bare from the waist up, they lustfully stared into each others' eyes. Her fingers trailed along his bare chest once again memorizing each muscle line just beneath his skin. His arms wrapped around her waist and shoulders dragging her close to him until their bodies were flushed. Once again, he set about snogging her senseless.

Hermione's hands found their way downward to the waist band of Harry's PJ pants. She slipped her fingers beneath them, and his boxers to gently tease the silk skin of his hard manhood. His pelvis bucked forward slightly. “Fuck, Hermione,” he parted their mouths to moan. She smirked to herself before kissing along his jawline and down his neck. She continued to kiss him over his broad chest, down his subtle ab muscles until she was kneeling with her mouth just under his navel. She slide his pants and boxers off to the floor freeing his thick cock. It rubbed along her shoulder and neck as she continued to kiss his body. Then she held him with teasing tugs while her lips trailed down along his shaft. Reaching the head, she made a quick glance up into his face. Seeing him pleased, she ran her tongue over the tip cleaning him of his pre-cum. A pleased growl rumbled from his throat. She licked him again, and this time took the head into her mouth.

It took a great deal of his will not to thrust forward as he felt hot moisture over his cock. He gripped her hair with one hand while the other pet her head. She took him in her mouth, and then sucked as she pulled away. Each time she took him in a little deep until he hit the back of her throat. It still was not all of him, and she fought not to cough as his manhood played with her tonsils. “Hermione,” he groaned. He was warning her. She sucked him once more and then let go of his cock. Slowly- teasingly- she slipped off her own night pants and knickers before standing to be eye to eye once more.

Her arms wrapped around him as she jumped up. Harry grabbed Hermione's thighs as her hips clung to his. Kissing each other deep again, Harry carried them both over to the bed. His hard member rubbed against her moist lips with their movement. He laid her down onto the bed and hovered over her to observe her with admiration. Though this encounter had not been the first- nor would it be the last-she blushing, yet lovingly, looked up at him. They adjusted to lay properly on the bed. Then she rose her knees and parted her legs for him. He happily rested his hips between hers as they kissed again. His hands held hers while he moved his member over her folds. She gasped and moaned each time his cock moved against her bundle of nerves.

She moved her hips in attempt to help him find her opening. When he did, he dipped the head of his penis in and out. Slow, shallow strokes to cover himself in her juices. Sure she was ready, Harry thrust forward until his cock rammed her back vagina walls. “Oh!” she half screamed, half moaned. “Harry!”

“Hermione,” he moaned back. His face now buried in her curly, brown hair. He pulled back half way, and gave a hard thrust forward again. He did so again and again growling deep as her warmth hugged his manhood.

“Oh... Oh!” she gasped as he took her fast and hard. Even a mind as clever as hers was lost of thought. His cock filled her entire womanhood in that way that pleasantly stretched her. Somehow Harry seemed to move faster. His cock unexpectedly slamming against her G-spot. She let out a pleased cry as she threw her head back.

“Hermione... I'm... I'm going to come,” he groaned. His balls beginning to clench.

“Yes, do it,” she purred. “Come for me, Harry.” Her own body coming close to climax.

“Come with me,” he ordered in a growl like whisper. He did not need to tell her. In a delicious moaning cry, Hermione hit her climax. Her body squeezing him to encourage his own orgasm. It hit and hot seed shot from him.

For a moment, there were stars in their eyes. They remained still, waiting to come down from their orgasmic high. As the world slowly returned, Harry softly kissed Hermione's lips. She returned the kiss just as sensually. After several more moments, he pulled his flaccid dick from her body. A trail of sticky white cum slightly spilled from her pussy. Still panting heavily, they tucked themselves under the covers to cuddle close. Her head on his shoulder with his arm protectively embracing her. Their hands joined where they rested on Harry's chest. The Gryffindor pair lay there simply marvelling in post-coitus utopia.

“Feeling better?” Hermione purred.

Harry nodded, “You're sure it's okay to do this, though?”

“Yes, Harry,” Hermione sighed slightly amused. “Sex is not going to hurt us. In fact, it's suppose to help in the long run, from what I've read.”

“Okay, I believe you. I just... don't want to accidentally hurt him, you know?”

“I assure you, she will be fine. If you're still worried, just remember my magic is also protecting her.”

Harry could not help but smirk. Over the last week, he and Hermione had been passing playful banter back and forth about the gender of their unborn child. It was the first sign they were coming to accept that in a few months, they would be parents. It had been rather terrifying to both of them when she missed her period two weeks into school. They were jumpy and panicked, with Molly Weasley's warning lecture ringing loudly in their memories.

~Flashback~

“And what if Hermione became pregnant?” she had seethed. “Did either of you stop to think of that? It's a huge responsibility for any married couple with their lives already settled as is. You're only students! You don't even have you're OWLs! Not to mention it says right in the school code of conduct 'the school will not be responsible for any teenaged pregnancies whether it happened in or outside the school year, and thus dismiss a student if it is discovered she is with child'. Now how are you suppose to get a job to provide for a baby if you've been expelled? That's not even getting into being able to protect them with You-Know-Who back!” She had continued on for another good hour before setting them on separate tasks for the rest of the day as punishment.

~Present~

Ever jumpy, they worried themselves into believing the whole school knew before they had figured it out. In truth, there was no way anyone else had figured it out since Hermione's only symptom at the time was her missed period. They thought- or more accurately, hoped- perhaps it had been a fluke. Something caused from loosing her virginity, and then being caught. Not to mention the stress from the Ministry, school, and a certain jealous red-haired prat that could not accept them being together. Yep, it had to be stress. At least, that was the thought until a month later... when she missed another period.

By then, they could no longer ignore the obvious signs that had started a month into school; two weeks after her missed period. Sudden dizzy spells when climbing the stairs. The desire to indulge in sweets; something the daughter of two dentists had always be driven against. Going to bed early, and sometimes sleeping in. Even her struggles with her magic. Though that had admittedly been an unique one. There was times her magic would not work at all and other times when accidents occurred. Like the time she had been in tears when she could not turn a feather into turtle dove during Transfiguration class. Only later that afternoon, when she sneezed, everyone within two meters were suddenly covered head to toe in fluffy white feathers. Fred and George had asked her continuously how she had done it, claiming it was prankster ingeniousness. If only Professor Snape had been as appreciative. Though Harry was still unsure why Snape had given him detention with Hermione.

As the truth became more obvious, they knew they would have to see the school Healer, Madam Pomfrey. But then, by a stroke of luck, Hermione happened upon a book in the library that involved a great number of information on witch pregnancy. Including a potion to test if it were true. Too embarrassed to rent out the book, Hermione had copied any important detail by hand. Which apparently was almost the whole book. Then, just as with the Polyjuice Potion of second year, the pair swiped the needed ingredients from about the school stores, and brewed the concoction in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. Three days later- and much badgering from Myrtle when she discovered what they were brewing- and the verdict was in. She was pregnant.

They had been shocked silent for two days with little to eat and even less sleep. Their silence was finally broken when Hermione told Harry to meet her in the shrieking shack later that night. He did, and together they talked all night. Well, Hermione had done most of the talking, but Harry did make his thoughts and feelings known. Oh, and somewhere in there they had mind blowing sex, but back to the point... an overwhelming epiphany slammed into Harry like a stampeding hippogriff that night. He was going to be a dad. A child... made of him and Hermione. Their baby. His family.

His first reaction was fear that he had endangered Hermione, and now an innocent life as well. But beneath the surface, a different force rose. Pride. That was his baby she was carrying. Protective. Be damned whom ever dare threaten his family. Love. He had not been too sure before if what he felt for Hermione was love. He knew it was more than friendship since their night together but was it love? Now, though, this amazing witch was giving him the one thing Harry desired more than anything... a family. Him, her, and the baby. She was being selfless- just as she had always been- with her mind, heart, body, and, now, her future. Devoted, brave, intelligent, kind, a sex goddess... yep, he was in love with this woman. Though he had yet to tell her so. He was pretty sure she loved him too. She may not have said the words, “I love you” but she had started to nickname him 'love' or 'dear' when she was being cute.

“Now,” Hermione cut through Harry's musing. “Are you going to tell me what's happened this time?”

“Filch knows,” he muttered.

Hermione sat up to look Harry dead in the eyes. “For real, or are you being overly suspicious again?”

“I'm not being overly suspicious,” Harry defended. “I swear. Just the look he gave us today... he was smirking. He only smirks when students are in trouble.”

“Or he could have heard you've been butting heads with Professor Umbridge again.”

“Yeah well, she can sod off with everyone else. Who does she think she is talking to you like that?”

Hermione rolled her eyes, but smiled, “She's a Ministry dog, Harry. You can't expect her to be civilized, can you?”

Harry smirked at the jab at Umbridge. “Still, if she says one more bad thing about you...” He was cut off by Hermione's lips on his own.

“I'll be sure to take your wand so you won't be expelled for hexing a professor,” she finished.

“Hermione...”

“I mean it, Harry. It's bad enough you attacked Malfoy like you did...”

“He called you a Mudblood.”

“He always calls me a Mudblood. The point is, you're eventually going to get expelled for hexing someone with out due cause.”

“I have a good reason,” Harry set his forehead against Hermione's. His hand slide down to rest on her belly just bellow the navel. Though still flat, her abdomen was firm below his hand.

Hermione blushed, “I know. But you can't tell people that. If it became known that I'm... and you're... a lot of things could go wrong. We have to kept this a secret. At least until Christmas Holidays. Then we can hopefully get help from the Order without the whole wizarding world finding out.”

Harry sighed, “I just don't want anything to happen to you.”

“I know, Love,” she gently caressed his jawline. “But you're being paranoid. No one but us knows. Not Filch, or Malfoy, or even Professor Snape. And they won't find out so long as you learn to control yourself. You're being too obvious.”

“A boyfriend is allowed to be protective of his girlfriend. Especially since Voldemort wants to kill me, and doesn't care if he hurts people close to me to do it.”

“I don't just mean you being over protective. We've known for less than two weeks, and you have made sure I have yet to miss a meal, and practically force second helpings into me.”

“But you're...” he was silenced by her fingers over his mouth.

“I know. But please leave it to me to determine how much I eat during a meal. If it's not enough, I can simply slip into the kitchens. There's also the matter of you constantly touching my belly in public over the last three days. Even if you try to make it look like just a behind hug, people are giving us odd looks.”

“Sorry...” He glanced down to where his hand rested on her abdomen. “But... I swear I can feel him. Like he's reaching out to me through magic. It's just hard to believe he's really in there. It's so... unreal.”

“I know, I've felt it too. It's possible our magic is reaching out to bond with her because we're... her parents,” Hermione said matter-of-fact. The words- the very idea- felt foreign to her. Still she pushed away the feeling and let her hand slip down to rest on Harry's. A small spark seemed to light beneath their joined hands. They looked each other eye to eye with the same awe struck look. He smiled and then stole a loving kiss. He was surprised to find she was deepening it.

“Ready to go again, already?” he chuckled.

“Hormones, Dear,” she kissed him passionately. “Stop complaining, and make love to me already.”

“Yes Ma'am,” he grinned.
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