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Harry Potter & the Stone of Dreams	By : Gandalfs-Beard Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Het - Male/Female Views: 15672 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disembarking at JFK airport proved more confusing to Harry than when he had first tried to find his way to Platform 9 and 3/4. But eventually they muddled through customs, found their luggage, and made their way to an exit. Harry was beginning to think that traveling by the International Floo Network might have been a better idea.
There was a line of taxis waiting for customers. Hermione led Harry to the nearest one and clambered into the back when the taxi-driver grunted in acknowledgment.
"Where to?" he asked.
"The Plaza," replied Harry. Hermione gasped.
"Are you sure Harry? I think that's the most expensive hotel there is!"
"What... really? I didn't take very much gold out of my vaults, but it seemed to convert into a lot of muggle money. Don't worry Hermione, there's plenty where it came from." Harry didn't notice the taxi-driver staring at them with a strange expression on his face. The cabbie was caught between bewilderment and annoyance.
"Hey, I got the meter running. You figured out where you wanna go yet?"
"Yes, the Plaza Hotel please," Harry repeated.
The taxi-driver pulled out into the traffic, shaking his head. These English kids couldn't be more than 16 or 17 he mused. And yet there they were, talking about gold in vaults and getting a ride to the Plaza Hotel. Rich kids? They didn't look like much. In fact they looked very normal and not rich at all, though he had to admit that the bushy haired girl seemed quite attractive. Thinking about his wife, the taxi-driver quickly ended that line of thought.
"So you two from England?" he asked. Harry and Hermione both responded in the affirmative simultaneously.
"First time in the US?" the cabbie pressed on.
Again the boy and girl shyly replied together that this was indeed their first trip to America. The taxi driver grinned.
"I came here from Nicaragua following a girl 25 years ago. I've never looked back with regrets!" He turned and winked at Harry, who began to blush at the cabbie's implication.
The cab-driver was still giving Harry an encouraging and slightly leering look as he unloaded their luggage. He took Harry aside while Hermione reached back into the taxi for her purse.
"If you're trying to impress her, you're doing a good job kid! I don't know where you scrounged up the dough. But keep it up and you'll score a home-run before tomorrow morning!" The cabbie practically cackled with glee.
Harry flushed bright red.
"Oh... erm... What!?" he stammered. The cabbie just winked again at Harry, and then got back into the front seat of his car holding a thick wad of cash. The boy was certainly a great tipper, the taxi-driver thought as he drove off.
People stared at the young couple as Hermione and Harry checked in, wondering who had dressed them. It wasn't usual for a pair of teenagers in jeans and sweatshirts to book a suite in the top floor of the Plaza Hotel.
As they rode the elevator up to the 20th floor, Harry and Hermione just looked at each other, silently blushing. Harry couldn't get the cabbie's leering face out of his mind, nor what his comment implied. Hermione hadn't heard the taxi-driver's comments, but her thoughts also lingered on what was to come next.
She was still in a bit of shock at the thought of Harry spending a fortune for the best suite in one of what was surely the finest hotels in New York. It seemed rather unlike Harry to spend money on luxuries without a care. But then she remembered how Harry would always purchase nearly the entire snack cart on the Hogwarts Express and then let Ron eat most of it.
Harry was doing this for her. Not to impress her, but to share what he had with someone he loved.
An employee dressed like a butler was waiting by the door of their hotel rooms, ready to show them around. The suite was huge, and had a magnificent view of the city. The butler escorted them through the amenities of the top-floor suite, which contained a bathroom with a small pool sized bathtub, a kitchen, a dining room, a guest room, a fully stocked bar, an entertainment room, a balcony with a hot tub overlooking the city, and a large bedroom with a double-king-sized bed. Following the tour, the butler opened a bottle of wine and took Harry and Hermione's dinner order.
It was dark by the time they finished dinner, which they had taken on the terrace. The air turned chilly and they snuggled while marveling as the city lights came up. They hadn't spoken much through dinner. Harry felt extremely awkward; what should he do next? His mouth was dry, and he felt at a loss for words. But trust Hermione to break the ice. She grinned at Harry.
"Come on Harry, into the hot tub with you." She tugged at Harry's shirt.
"It's cold Hermione..."
"It won't be in the hot tub," she replied impishly as she took off her own blazer and t-shirt, exposing her nicely filled out bra.
Hermione’s nipples poked through the sheer fabric, hardening in the night air. Eagerly, she peeled off her jeans, and clad only in her panties and bra she sat on Harry’s lap and kissed him wetly. It was the first time Harry had ever seen so much of Hermione this exposed. Despite the chill of the night, Harry felt extremely warm and light-headed — perhaps the wine — but he'd only had two glasses. His breath quickened and his heart began to thump in his ears as Hermione unbuttoned his flannel shirt.
Hermione's lips trailed to Harry's neck as his shirt dropped to the floor of the terrace, her own heart racing. She raked her fingers gently across his bare chest, breathing heavily. The last person to actually excite Hermione even a teensy bit had been Viktor — though she still wasn't certain why she had said yes to Krum to begin with. Looking back with the benefit of hindsight, she should have asked Harry if he'd like to take her to the Yule Ball when it was obvious that Harry was having a hard time of it working up the courage to ask someone to the Ball.
In any case, Hermione had never got beyond a bit of snogging with Viktor. This was much better. She loved Harry deeply, which just inflamed her ardour even more. Hermione had wanted this since Godric's Hollow, but until now, there had been no real opportunities — the aftermath of the war had been devastating. Finally, they could start to put that behind them.
Before Harry knew what was happening, Hermione had his jeans halfway down his legs, exposing his tenting boxers. Harry had goosebumps from the crisp evening air... or was it because Hermione now had his boxers around his ankles, and was gazing at his erection?
He wasn’t sure exactly how it happened, but the next thing Harry knew was that he was splashing in the hot tub and Hermione was completely naked, wrapped around him, heatedly kissing his face and nuzzling his neck. Harry returned Hermione’s kisses, but was unsure of where to put his hands.
Hermione stopped and peered at Harry’s anxious face, giving him her sweetest smile.
“You can touch me — or lick me — wherever you want to Harry,” Hermione giggled naughtily, guiding Harry’s hands to her wet breasts. She pushed Harry back against the side of the hot tub and began kissing him again. Harry grinned, feeling more relaxed, and gently began squeezing Hermione’s little globes, marveling at how perfectly they fit in his hands.
Hermione let out a little moan of pleasure as Harry rolled her hard pink nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and tugged them gently. Taking Hermione at her word, Harry tentatively took one of her nipples in his mouth, nibbling and sucking a bit harder as she responded with obvious delight. Harry felt a thrill shoot through him as he caressed Hermione’s wet, smooth abdomen, sliding a hand between her parting thighs.
Hermione drew closer in the hot frothing water, straddling one of Harry’s legs. Harry could feel the bare skin of Hermione’s slit rubbing against his thigh. Another heady flush of bliss dazed Harry as he lay back, the hot water bubbling around him, Hermione slowly impaling herself on Harry’s stiffness.
Hermione gasped to feel Harry inside her for the first time. It was a bit of a tight fit, but she was wet and Harry's length slid all the way in, filling her passage completely. A euphoric surge rippled through Hermione, water splashing as she writhed, squeaking ecstatically. Hermione’s labia clung to Harry's shaft as she moved her bottom up and down, and he began to thrust, his hands wrapped around her hips.
Harry let out a gasp, gripping her tightly as they moved in tandem. Even in his wildest fantasies, with his curtains pulled tightly around his four-poster bed at Hogwarts, he had never quite imagined how fantastic this would feel.
Moaning, Hermione leaned back against the side of the hot tub and pulled Harry on top of her, wrapping her legs around his backside. Harry pistoned deeper into Hermione, pulsating tingles of electricity coursing through him from head to toe. Hermione bit her lip as Harry rocked her harder and faster, the water in the hot tub swirling around them.
Harry began to lose himself to the cascading fervor. He stiffened. Groaning, Harry erupted into a torrent of bliss as Hermione's clenching sheath convulsed around his bursting erection. Hermione clung to Harry tightly, climaxing again with a rapturous cry as numerous jets of his essence flooded her depths.

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When Hermione woke the following morning with her arms around Harry, she thought she couldn't possibly feel happier. All the horror of the past year seemed like a distant memory. She wanted to feel again what she had felt last night. But Harry was still asleep, so Hermione wrapped a nightgown around herself, made a cup of tea and went to sit on the balcony as the sun crept over the horizon and rose higher.
Harry slowly stirred awake when the sun hit his pillow. He felt good, much better than he had in a long time. Indeed, Harry couldn't help but also feel a bit proud about himself, after he and Hermione had rather successfully survived their mutual "first time" (and second time) the night before. He had heard some awful stories about the "first time" from some of the other students at Hogwarts.
Harry wondered why he hadn't done this before, or never even really tried with anyone else. Then Harry thought that maybe it was because nobody else was Hermione.
Harry got out of bed and put his own robe on, wondering if Hermione would like to have another go in bed. Hermione looked up at Harry when he approached her on the terrace. A cold gust of wind blew his robe open. Hermione giggled when Harry cursed and covered himself up. She had been waiting for him to wake up.
"Yes," Hermione said smiling, when she responded to Harry's unspoken question. "I would like to. But stay here Harry, its nice up here.
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