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Duel of the Hearts	By : bigtrw Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 7445 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"I hope that each of you have a successful year and don't be afraid to come talk to either Hermione or myself."
Harry stood in front of the house prefects finishing up their meeting. He wasn't good at speeches so he'd made it short and to the point.
"That's all, everyone, thank you," Hermione added.
The prefects dispersed and headed out of the classroom that they were presently in. Ron, Lavender, and Ginny hung back to speak to their friends.
"So, have you two seen your rooms yet?" Ron asked wryly as they headed up the staircases.
"For your information, no, we haven't," Hermione replied curtly, "But it doesn't matter—we only need one—right Harry?"
Her eyes danced with mirth, and he grinned widely. His arm slid around her waist, and he nuzzled her neck.
"Very true—it really is a waste. I don't plan on sleeping alone this year," he cooed softly. Hermione giggled happily and leaned into his chest.
"For Merlin's sake, you two, knock it off!" Lavender gasped, "Why didn't you just get it on in the middle of the Great Hall?"
"Too many spectators," Harry answered.
"Harry!" Hermione gawked, "Have you no shame?"
"Not really—not when I've got a girl who's as insatiable as you," he snickered.
"Are you serious?" their friends all said at the same time.
"Hermione—insatiable? That doesn't sound right," Ron choked and made like he was going to be sick.
"Ron, don't be mean!" Lavender scolded.
"Still, that's just bad imagery," Ginny stated.
"Hmmph, you're a bad boy, Harry," Hermione pouted, but her smile was teasing.
"Am I now?" he leered and nibbled on her ear.
"Yes, you are; now, stop trying to seduce me in the middle of the hallway."
"All right, I'll wait—" he lowered his voice to a whisper, “for a little while."
Harry and the others continued on towards Gryffindor Tower when they saw Dobby waiting for them in the hallway.
"Dobby, how are you?" Harry greeted his old friend.
"Oh, Mr. Potter, you still remember Dobby, thank you. Dobby is to show you and Miss Granger to your rooms."
"Thank you, that's sweet," Hermione smiled and patted the house elf on the head. He immediately blushed at having a compliment paid to him.
"Well, I guess we'll see you two tomorrow," Ron stated.
"Probably, I'm pretty bagged right now," Harry sighed and almost yawned.
"All right, bye guys."
"Bye you two."
Harry and Hermione waved goodbye as Ron headed for the portrait hole with Lavender and Ginny right behind him.
"Lead the way, Dobby," Harry instructed.
"This way please."
The little, house elf led them down the same hallway their friends had taken, but before they reached the Fat Lady's portrait, he made a detour down a side hallway. Harry and Hermione followed him, and they were soon at a long row of portraits. In the middle was a large picture with a couple holding hands. The man was dressed in a 1800s tuxedo, and the woman wore an elegant green dress. Surrounding them were various pictures of maids, butlers, scholars, and even a chef.
"Ah, welcome," the man said, and he and the lady bowed slightly. Harry nodded back at him and grinned.
"Now, Mr. Potter, what would you and Miss Granger like your password to be?" Dobby asked.
Harry looked at Hermione, and she tried to think of something simple but not so easy to think of.
"I know, Herm, how about "˜hot chocolate'?"
"That's perfect!"
"Very well," the couple in the painting said together, and the portrait swung open.
"Dobby will go now, Mr. Potter."
"All right, we'll see you later," he replied, and the house elf scurried off down the corridor.
"After you," Harry stated and bowed to his girlfriend. Hermione rolled her eyes and headed inside with him right behind her.
The two emerged in their own common room. It wasn't as big as the Gryffindor Common Room, but it didn't need to be for just them. There was a large fireplace, which was brightly lit, and two swords were crisscrossed above the mantle. Behind the swords was the emblem of Gryffindor, and Harry swore he heard the lion growl. There were three large chairs, a plush couch, and a table was seated in the corner.
"Wow, talk about deluxe accommodations," Harry gasped.
"You're right, it seems a bit much just for us," Hermione replied. He took her hand and squeezed it gently.
"Only the best for my girl," he said with wry grin.
"Very funny."
The pair headed up the staircase at the far end of the room, and they came to crossroads. The stairwell split in two, and on each side was a nameplate. One was labeled "˜Hermione' and the other "˜Harry'. They both laughed and headed up to their rooms.
Harry wasn't surprised to see that his things were already put away, and his clothes were laid out for tomorrow. A familiar screech caught his attention, and he smiled at seeing his old friend.
"Hedwig!" His snowy owl was resting on her perch, apparently waiting for him to arrive. He stroked her soft feathers, and she nipped at his fingers.
"Yes, I'm glad to see you too," he smiled. His owl bobbed her head in confirmation.
Harry headed over for a door on the far side of his room. Upon opening it, he gasped slightly; he even had his own bathroom in here.
Truth be told, it could accommodate five or six people if need be. Along one wall was a large mirror, and a polished marble sink lay directly beneath it. On the opposite side was a large tub in the same marble design as the sink, and next to it was a shower stall. Harry liked the idea of having both so he could either be quick or just relax.
Another door was ahead, and he went to open it. He had a feeling of where it went, and he instincts were right. He appeared in Hermione's room.
"Harry!" she gasped in mild shock, "Where'd you come from?"
"In here. Looks like we share the bathroom," and he pointed his finger behind him.
Hermione was seated on her bed, shifting through her trunk for supplies for tomorrow. Crookshanks was curled up at the foot of the bed snoring softly and occasionally swiping at invisible mice.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked.
"Just organizing my things so I know where they are. Unlike some people I don't like to dig through everything to find what I want," she snickered.
"Hey, I'm organized too," he defended.
"Uh huh, sure you are."
Harry sat down next to her and wrapped his arms around her.
"Okay, so I'm a little challenged in that area, but that's what I have you for, among other things."
"Cute Potter, very cute."
"Thanks, do I get a kiss for being cute?" he asked with puppy dog eyes. Hermione was trying hard not to laugh, and she cupped his chin.
"No, you don't," she said firmly, and he pouted slightly, "You get all of me."
Hermione claimed his mouth in a heated embrace, and Harry wrapped his arms around her. He slid his hands inside her robes and pressed her supple body right up against him. She cooed softly and rubbed up against his hard exterior. Harry felt like he was losing his mind as her soft curves brushed up against him. His hand cupped her breast, and he squeezed ever so gently, making her moan softly. Hermione pulled away and smiled warmly.
"Not yet, love, we need to get ready for tomorrow."
"I'll do it in the morning," Harry protested and reached for her, but she fended him off.
"No, you don't. Go back to your room; I'll meet you there in ten minutes."
"Promise?"
"Yes, and after that, I'm all yours."
Harry pulled her into his arms and kissed the very breath from her lungs. Hermione almost gave in to her desire, but she could wait another ten minutes, but no more!
"All right, sweetheart, I'll be waiting."
Harry let her warmth slip from his arms, and he disappeared back through the bath do do Her Hermione took a deep breath and dug through her dresser. She knew what she wanted to wear tonight.
Harry checked his supplies to make sure that he was set for classes tomorrow, books, parchment, ink, quill—that was all of it. He turned down his bed and put out all but one row of candles along the wall. He opened his trunk and dug inside. Finding what he wanted in the bottom corner, Harry pulled out a small, wrapped bundle. Undoing the wrapping, he took out a pile of short, grayish-looking sticks.
"˜Good, I still have plenty left.'
Harry picked up one of the sticks; it was in fact Quirless root. Breaking it into two pieces, he ate them one at a time. They tasted horrible, but their job was important. The Quirless root was going to make him sterile for the next two months; it was an old counteragent for pregnancy. After the first time he and Hermione were together, they'd decided to both take it as a precaution; they wouldn't have kids for several years yet. He retied the bundle of roots and tossed it back into his trunk.
"˜I think that's everything.'
Harry's back was to the door, but he could hear someone come in behind him. Turning around, he found himself gazing at the eighth wonder of the world. There stood Hermione wearing an elegant nightgown; it was emerald green and ran all the way down her curvaceous body.
"Like it?" she asked at seeing the fire blazing in his eyes.
Harry took three, long strides, and she was in his arms.
"Like is not the word, sweetheart, you look exquisite."
"Why do you think I needed ten minutes?" she teased.
"Ah, so that's why you wanted me gone; you had a little surprise for me."
"As I said, a girl must keep her man interested."
"And didn't I say that I'd never lose interest in you?"
"True, but I like hearing it again."
"Well then—" Harry pulled her close and brushed his lips over hers, "remember this, my love, you will always be beautiful and sexy to me, today, tomorrow, and for the rest of our lives."
Hermione felt like she was going to cry.
"Kiss me, my eloquent hero!"
Harry crushed her against his chest, and he devoured her mouth hungrily. In a rather odd display of agility, Harry bent down awkwardly and swept Hermione into his arms out out breaking their kiss. She purred happily, and he carried her over to his bed.
Hermione spread herself out like a big cat and smiled up at her lover. She liked the fact that he only had on a t-shirt and shorts; it made it so much easier to undress him. She crooked her finger at him, but for once, he didn't obey her.
"Not tonight, Herm, I have something special in store for you."
Harry moved down to the foot of the bed, and he picked up her left foot. Hermione looked at him confused, but he smiled and began stroking the soft skin. Her eyes closed, and she sighed happily as his skillful hands massaged her foot.
"That feel nice?" he said softly and squeezed.
"Hmm—mmm—" she mumbled incoherently.
Harry grinned as he watched her toes wiggle, just as he'd hoped. Bending down, he kissed her big toe, and Hermione's eyes shot open. She looked down at him in surprise, but he merely grinned. Harry gently kissed her feet, and he listened as Hermione swooned with pleasure. He playfully sucked on her large toe, and she nearly screamed. He moved onto each smaller toe, almost tickling her with his soft touch.
Hermione felt like she was half-drunk. How could this feel so good? It was amazing that Harry could turn her into a blubbering fool just by sucking on her toes, and he hadn't even finished yet! He moved over to her right foot and paid it the same attention. He kissed each toe reverently, and he felt a shutter pass through her entire body. Squeezing her foot one last time, he got up off the floor.
Hermione could barely focus her thoughts, and she couldn't feel Harry near her feet anymore. He stood at the foot of the bed and leaned over her slightly. Placing his hands on her ankles, he slid slowly and sensuously up her legs. Hermione moaned as his fingers teased her sensitive skin, and goosebumps prickled her legs as her nightgown rose higher and higher with his hands.
Harry was trying to take his time with his seduction, but damn, she had the sexiest legs he'd ever seen! He grinned as her nightgown rode up higher and higher as his hands slid higher and higher. He advanced up the bed, stalking her like a hungry predator. Her eyes were closed so she couldn't see his eyes burning with lust and desire. Hermione gasped as her nightgown rose over her center, and she heard Harry groan in exasperation.
"˜Little vixen—' he growled silently at seeing she'd chosen not wearing underwear tonight.
His smile was almost fickle as he saw his lover swollen with desire and passion. She was hot for him; there was no doubt about it. His hands stopped moving upwards, and he received a disapproving groan.
"Patience, my angel," he said in a husky baritone.
Harry leaned forward and lifted her legs up onto his shoulders. He kissed her supple thighs and felt her muscles tense in response. His gaze moved to the blooming rose in front of his face. He kissed the tender flesh, and Hermione nearly shrieked. He kissed her again, and her hips nearly snapped into his face.
"Harry—please—I can't—" she begged. Her body was aching with need, and she needed relief.
"You can, and you will," he growled against her. A delicious shutter passed through her at his commanding tone.
Harry grasped her hips and forced them down to the mattress. Then, he slid upward and covered her completely. His tongue probed the moist folds, and they parted as if waiting for his arrival.
"Harry!" Hermione cried out as he dipped into her channel.
Her hands moved down to tangle in his hair, and he let her guide him, for now. She pushed him harder against her center, and her juices poured from her body.
"Yes—Harry—right there—" He did as she instructed and circled the small bulb of her desire.
"Here—my Hermione—" and he kissed the nub affectionately.
"Yessssssssss!" she hissed in relief, and her body exploded.
Harry's mouth was flooded with her essence, but he did not waver. His mouth continued to attack her mercilessly, and Hermione's back arch off the bed. Her hands fisted in the sheets, and she moaned his name over and over again. Harry took everything her body gave him as he watched her writhe in ecstasy, but he wanted it again.
"Again—Herm—do it for me again," he commanded in a seductive tone.
"Oh Harry—I—I can't—" she pleaded, but her body contradicted her.
"Yes...you can—now cum for me again, Hermione."
As impossible as it seemed, the young woman felt another wave rising in her belly, and it slammed into her so hard, she nearly passed out.
"Harry!" she howled, and her body collapsed in exhaustion.
He kissed her flower one last time and sat up on his knees. Hermione was a boneless heap in front of him, and he smiled at how wantonly she had responded to him. His hands stroked her stomach, and he slid her nightgown up and over her head. She now lay before him in all her natural beauty, and he would never tire of seeing it.
"Hermione," he whispered softly.
She slowly opened her eyes to see Harry's gentle face looming over her. He'd removed his glasses, and his emerald spheres were practically glowing. His hands were on her breasts, softly caressing the hardened nubs into burning tips for his mouth to soon feast on. Hermione felt her body awaken as she felt his shaft brushing her opening. When had he lost his clothes? How long had she been out of it?
"Harry—I—"
"Shh," he quieted her with a soft kiss, "Don't talk, love, just feel."
Harry pushed forward, and he drove into her sweet depths. Hermione's eyes closed again as she felt his wonderful length filling her body completely. His lips found hers, and her fingers grappled his messy, black hair.
Hermione was at a loss; she couldn't believe he'd done this. Harry wasn't just making love to her; he was worshipping her. His hands continued to knead her sensitive breasts, and he moved in and out of her willing body.
"Harry—Harry—Harry—" she chanted his name as he turned her body into a well of overflowing pleasure.
"Yes Hermione—take it all—don't hold back—" he whispered softly. He continued to encourage her, and she began bucking her hips insistently against him.
"Yes—Harry—more—more please—"
The young wizard turned it up notch. He leaned forward and placed it weight on his forearms. Angling his hips upward, he thrust into her even deeper than before, and Hermione cried out in approval. His hands squeezed her breasts a little harder, and his tongue mated hungrily with hers.
"This is what I want Hermione—this is all I want—I want to be here—in your arms— buried deep inside you—always." He moaned the words into her mouth.
"That's what I want too, my darling," she answered back.
Harry ravaged her endlessly, and he silently wondered where he was getting such incredible stamina, but he refused to give in, even after four hours straight.
Hermione was a wreck, but she'd never felt more alive. How could a human body feel such things as this? Harry had made her climax endlessly over and over again; she'd lost count after number five. How could he have such incredible resilience?
"One more time, Hermione—cum for me one more time," he urged her.
She had no idea where it came from, but her body clutched him once again, and she screamed as her climax took hold.
"HARRY!" she cried into his sweaty hair.
"Ah—by Merlin—I can't—HERMIONE!" he called out and nuzzled her neck. His body erupted inside hers, and he experienced the longest, sweetest orgasm of his life.
The two lovers lay there like two lumps of flesh that'd had their bones removed. Their bodies were totally drained, but their hearts pounded in time with one another. Surprisingly, Hermione was the first to move, and she wrapped him in loose hug.
"My sweet Harry—" she murmured softly, running her fingers through his damp hair.
After a few minutes, he stirred and lifted his head from her neck.
"Hi," he said stupidly, and she cracked a tired smile at him.
"Hi," she replied.
"Did I just have a really great dream, or was that the sweetest love we've ever made?" he asked breathlessly.
"You're not dreaming, Harry, you just ravaged me beyond all recognition." She was right too. Her hair was a frizzy mess, her eyes were puffy from crying tears of pleasure, her body smelled of sweat and sex, and her lips were swollen from their hungry kisses.
"Ravaged yes, but still the most beautiful," he said softly and kissed her gently.
Finally regaining his strength, Harry lifted himself off her body, and Hermione groaned in disappointment.
"Why'd you move? I like you there." He grinned at her.
"Sweetheart, I think it's best if you sleep on top."
With those words, Harry grasped her hips and rolled them over. Hermione stretched out across his chest and sighed happily. She quickly squeezed her thighs together when he tried to pull out of her.
"What?" he asked with a confused expression.
"Stay," she whispered and gazed into his eyes.
"Aren't you a little tender though?" he inquired, remembering their heated lovemaking shortly before, but she shook her head.
"I don't want to be apart from you tonight, not after the gift you just gave me."
"Then I shall grant your request."
Muttering a spell under his breath, Harry drew the blankets up around their bodies, and the last of the candles went out. Hermione curled up on his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her soft body.
"I love you, Harry Potter," she whispered and closed her eyes.
"And I love you, Hermione Granger—Potter."
He added his name after a few seconds, and she nuzzled her cheek against his chest. Harry reached down and clasped her hand in his. It may be a little while before they made it official, but in their hearts, they both knew that they would always be together.
Author's Notes: Stay tuned because next chapter, we finally begin to see what Cassandra's role is going to be this year.
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