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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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Chapter List
- 1-The Beginning
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A/N: Thanks so much for your reviews, I never
thought that you would like it that much.

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He was slowly carressing her back, drawing patterns with his fingers. She
was lying on her stomach, her head turned to the opposite side of where he was,
and was enjoying his soft touch with her eyes closed.

�Harry?� She said suddenly and realized he must have thought she was
sleeping, because he stilled his movements when he heard her voice.

�Yes?� He said after a few seconds of silence. His voice sounded a little
thick, after all it was the first time he used it in hours.

�Do you think this is strange?�

She didn�t turn around to look at him in the eye when she asked him
that. She knew she was breaking some unspoken pact between them, the one that
said they shouldn�t talk about it when they were in bed, but she really needed
to know.

A long silence followed, and Hermione was sure he wouldn�t answer at
all, until his hand resumed his carressing and he asked softly. �What do you
mean?�

Hermione couldn�t help but smile against the pillow. He was playing
innocent again. �I mean that it�s not normal that two best friends start
shagging all of the sudden and don�t even talk about the consequences.�

His finger traced her spine, up and down. �I don�t think it�s strange,�
he said, finally.

She wasn�t sure what to make out of that answer. �Aren�t you afraid that
this will destroy our friendship?�

Suddenly, he felt his breath on her ear. He had pulled her closer,
forcing her to lay on her side, her back still to him. His wandering hand moved
from her back to her hip, where he started tracing patterns again. �I knew you
wouldn�t last very long without trying to analyze this,� he said, sounding
amused.

Hermione shuddered at the feeling of his body pressed to hers, but forced
herself to remain composed. She was finally making him talk a little. �I really
want to know what you�re thinking, Harry.�

He moved her until she was laying on her back,
and grabbed her face so she would look at him in the eyes. They stared at each other
for a moment, Hermione feeling more naked than ever under his penetrating gaze.
He leaned down and softly caught her lips in a slow, drugging kiss that left
her panting.

�Okay, let�s play a game,� he said.

She looked at him with raised eyebrows, and he chuckled. �You want to
ask questions, don�t you?� He slowly moved his hand from her hip to her legs,
and then up her inner thigh, until he was very close to where she wanted him.
�I�ll make a deal with you,� he continued, moving a finger between her folds
and Hermione wiggled her hips unconsciously. �You can ask me whatever you want,
and I�ll answer with the truth, until I make you come. That�s all the time you
have. Then, it�ll be my turn.�

Hermione couldn�t believe that he was suggesting her that, but the ache
she was starting to feel between her legs, added to her curiosity, convinced
her quickly. She count up to three to summon all her will and nodded.

�Only with your hand,� she said, knowing that if he used his mouth she
wouldn�t stand a chance.

�Fine, then I�ll add a condition too. I can pass three questions if I
want.� His hand was tracing her outer lips, and she felt powerless to argue.
When he was sure she had agreed, he started moving his finger a little faster,
but not penetrating her yet.

�That night... the first time we did it,� Hermione said, trying to focus
and forget the urge to grab his wrist and force him to finger-fuck her
properly. �Why did you start kissing me in the first place?�

He slipped one finger inside her, and she moaned softly. �I don�t know.�
She glared at him, and he smiled a little. �It�s the truth. I don�t know what
got into me. I just... needed it.�

�Did you think that we would end up like we did?� she said, rocking her
hips a little.

�No, I wasn�t thinking much that night.�

�Do you regret it?�

�Obviously not,� he said, brushing her clit and enjoying how she
squirmed.

�Did you regret it at least for a second after it happened?�

He took longer before answering this time. �Yes.�

�But still, you went to my bedroom a second...oh... t-time.�

�Yes,� he said again, moving his finger insider her warm sheath and
making it harder to concentrate.

�Why?�

�Because I needed it.�

�You needed a shag.� It was more of a statement
than a question.

�I needed you,� he said, and didn�t add anything else. Instead, he added
a second finger, making Hermione forget momentarily about what she was talking
about.

�Why me? You could...oh God... have
any girl you w-wanted for this.�

�Anyone else would make it too complicated.�

She stared at him blankly, her pleasure
subsided for a moment. �So I�m the easy way out?�

Harry returned her gaze, and the movement of his fingers became a little
more frantic. �I didn�t say that. It�s more simple
with you because I�ve known you for so long, that I think we can have this
without asking for anything else. We don�t have to expect anything from the
other because we are already one of the most important people in each other�s
life.�

Hermione knew that later she would have to analyze what he had said, but
at the moment her rational side was being clouded by the wonderful sensations
she was feeling. She knew she was close, but was trying to fight the orgasm
with all her might.

�What if you, or I, meet someone? What will happen with this?�

Harry brushed her clit again, this time a little harder. �Then we won�t
need each other in this way anymore, right? We�ll be back to what we were
before.�

�You think that�s possible?�

He didn�t answer and instead started rubbing her mound.

�What happened to your hand?� she asked, remembering how he had arrived
home with a bandage that night it had all started. He had removed it now, but
she had noticed that his skin looked red, as if it had been burnt.

His pace was increasing rapidly. �I had a situation at work,� he
answered.

�What situation? What exactly are you investigating?� She was about to
lose it, but she needed his answer.

�I pass,� he said, inserting a third finger.

�Does... this situation have.... to do with what.... happened between
us?� she asked, now panting heavily.

�Maybe.�

She let out a loud moan, her hips rocking against his hand. �Why have
you become so cold towards everyone?�

This question seemed to take him off guard. He stopped his movement
abruptly and stared at her with an unreadable expression. She returned his gaze
with decision, but didn�t stop moving her hips, hoping that would make him
remember their little game.

After a moment, he resumed his task, and this time Hermione was sure he
wanted the questions to stop, because he started pinching and twisting her clit
until she was positevely squirming.

�I don�t have an answer for that question,� he said.

�Will we ever talk about this again?�

�No.�

Her next question was lost when her orgasm hit her and she cried softly
her release. It was a bizarre experience, almost bittersweet, but she couldn�t
help the joy that surrounded her. Harry waited until she calmed down before he
climbed back to the bed, next to her and kissed her deeply.

�Your turn,� he hissed.

Hermione reached down and wrapped her hand around his erection. She
stayed where she was, so she could look at him in the eye while he asked her.
Her fingers moved as slowly and softly as he had started with her.

�Why did you accept me that night?� he asked, closing his eyes for a moment
and then opening them again.

�Because I wanted it.�

�Why?�

�I don�t know. I guess I got caught in the moment. Maybe I needed it,
too.�

�Those days you avoided me... Were you regretting what happened?�

�Not really regretting... I was confused. I didn�t know what you
wanted.�

She was stroking him a little faster now, ocassionally rubbing the tip
of his cock before returning to the base. By the look in his eyes, he was
starting to have trouble to keep his head clear.

�Then what made you change your mind?�

She thought about it for a second. �I�m not sure. I stopped trying to
think rationally for once and do what I wanted, no matter the reasons for it.�

He thrusted his hips into her hand. �So are you okay with this? Not talking about it, not
expecting anything from it beside what it is?�

�Yes.� Her strokes got harder.

�Then will you let me fuck you now?� He asked, grabbing her wrist to
force her to stop. She was surprised at his choice of words, but was too turned
on to complain. She nodded silently and let him put her leg over his hip. They
were facing each other when he thrust into her. They both moaned.

�This is the last time we�ll talk about this,� he warned her, and then
started moving with hard, deep strokes. His hand went to her arse, pushing her
closer to him. None of them lasted very long, and when he spent himself inside
her, she realized that she liked how things were now and didn�t want them to
change.

* * *

And that�s how it had started. During the day, they acted as usual.
Hermione was surprised that what they did at night didn�t affect their routines
nor the way they talked to each other. She was sure
that no one would be able to tell that there was a difference in their
relationship, and she was glad that they were still best friends, no matter
what.

At night, it was a different thing. Sometimes it was something mutual,
they just looked at each other and were soon shagging their brains out. Other
times, it was one of them who looked for the other�s company, and they never
refused it. He sneaked into her bed in the middle of the night a lot more than
she did, but she never said no to him. Sometimes she could sense that his need
for her went beyond wanting a physical release. It was as if he needed her to
confirm he was alive, that he was human, that he had someone who cared for him.
She was dying to know what was going on in his head at those times, but their
rule of gold had been settled: no talking.

Hermione had never really considered her a sexual person, but with Harry
she lost all sense of inhibition. As long as it was during night, they would do
it wherever the need found them, wether it was in a bedroom, the shower, the
kitchen or in front of the fireplace.

There was another reason why she loved what was happening between them
that had nothing to do with how good her body felt... The Harry that she saw at
night, resembled the boy she had met all those years
ago, the one that had become her best friend a lot more than the man that
everyone else saw. In the bedroom, he was quiet and passionate, and above all
very giving: he never let himself climax until she had reached her own. Also,
he seemed less troubled and his eyes lost that haunted expression they carried
now all the time.

Their agreement was perfect.

* * *

Hermione sighed while she took off her white hospital robes. It had been
an exhausting day and all she wanted was to get home soon. She scrambled in the
papers that someone had let on her desk, planning to leave the reports for
tomorrow when a blue envelope caught her eye.

�Not another one,� she muttered to herself and opened it.

It was just like the other ones she had been getting for the past five
months. Anonymous threats. This one had nothing
original in it, the usual �you can�t get away from me� message. At first, she
had regarded them as a joke, but after her house had been burnt, she wasn�t so
sure anymore.

Although when that accident had happened she had told Harry about the
messages, she didn�t tell them about the ones she�d been getting lately. She
was afraid that Harry would become obsessed with finding the one behind them
and she was too worried about his actions of lately to bother him with even
more. Besides, she could take care of herself, she always had.

She put the envelope with the others, in a secure drawer in her desk and
decided to go home right away. Even if she was used to the cryptic messages,
she couldn�t help but feel a little jumpy after getting them. She only hoped
that Harry was already home so he would make her feel safe.

As soon as she opened the door, she heard voices. One was Harry�s, and
the other was unmistakably Ron�s. Hermione closed the door softly and caught a
piece of their conversations.

�I�m telling you, she�s seeing someone,� Ron was saying.

�Why do you think that?� Harry asked. He didn�t seem very interested,
Hermione thought.

�I can�t believe it, you live with her and
haven�t noticed anything?�

So they were talking about her. Hermione stayed where she
was, wanting to hear what else Ron would say.

�What am I supposed to notice?�

�Well, Hermione is not stupid, if she�s having a secret affair she won�t
bring the bloke here,� Ron continued. �But I�m sure she�s been with someone.
The other day, at the Burrow, Fred and George told me that they had spotted a
hickey in her neck.�

Hermione could distinctly hear that Harry had choked a little. She blushed
furiously.

�A what?� Harry managed to blurt.

�A hickey. And I know that Fred and George aren�t a reliable source, but Ginny
told me the same thing. Now I really want to know what kind of bastard she�s
dating that would do something so disgusting to her.�

�Ron, please,� Harry said, gravely. �Hermione is a big girl, leave her
alone.�

�But Harry!� Ron protested. �You should help me to find out who he is! What if he�s
not good enough for her?�

If only he knew, thought Hermione, shaking her head. She couldn�t
believe she had been so careless as not to check herself for marks.... She
hoped that Mrs. Weasley hadn�t noticed, she didn�t
want to explain to her how she had gotten a hickey on her neck. It was all
Harry�s fault.

She didn�t feel like facing Ron now, he was probably going to ask her
until he got an answer, so she passed through the living room as swiftly as she
could, relieved that Ron was still talking and didn�t heard her. She went to
her room and prepared for bed. She didn�t know if Harry would come that night,
but if he wanted something from her, he knew he would have it.

She didn�t realize when she fell asleep, but she was waken up in the
middle of the night when the bed�s weight shifted and she felt Harry�s warm
body accomodating next to hers. He wrapped his arms around her and didn�t say
anything.

�Ron�s gone?� she mumbled.

�Yeah. I hope
you weren�t too embarrassed about what Fred, George and Ginny saw...�

She didn�t miss the amused tone of his voice.

�If I wasn�t so tired, I would hex you, you know?�

�I know,� he said, and kissed her shoulder. �You�re lucky Ron was too
engrossed making up his theory about your secret affair to notice how you passed
running though the hallway.�

�So you saw me.� She figured he had spotted her.

�Of course. I heard you when you opened the front door.�

�What else did Ron say?�

�That you probably weren�t coming home tonight to spend it at your
boyfriend�s and that you were really going off track. Oh, and he also said that
I should try to get something out of you.�

They both laughed. Hermione�s heart swelled when she heard him, it had
been so long since she�d heard him show a little happiness. His hand found hers
and they intertwined their fingers.

�Do you think Ron still has a thing for you?� Harry asked suddenly. His
question surprised her, and she didn�t feel so sleepy anymore.

�Would you care if he did?� she asked quietly.

�Do you always answer a question with another one?�

�Look who�s talking.�

A silence followed. Hermione knew how stubborn Harry could be, and if
she didn�t answer, he wouldn�t, either. She felt his breath tickling the back
of her neck, and was aware that his hands weren�t holding hers anymore, but
instead carressing her waist under her pijama shirt.

�Ron was the first to realize that things didn�t work between us in that
way,� she said finally. �He moved on, didn�t he? He�s going out with Luna now,
and I think he�s quite serious about her.� Harry continued his ministrations,
waiting for her to say something else. �He�s just being his usual jealous
self.... Are you asking this because you�re feeling guilty?�

�Guilty?� he repeated, his hand moving dangerously closer to her breast.

�If Ron still had a thing for me, it would make you feel guilty, right?
This thing we have...�

But it seemed that they had shared enough words for the night. Hermione
understood that Harry wouldn�t say anything else when he put his hand in her
chin, made her face him and kissed her deeply. Hermione returned them with
equal passion, their hands moving on their own to feel the other�s skin. It
wasn�t the first time that she got so distracted by his touch and his kisses
that she didn�t realize when Harry had removed her clothes and had her naked
under him.

She didn�t want to be the only one so exposed, but she was powerless to
do anything. She was under his control, which was weird, because she didn�t
really like to be dominated in any aspects, but she found she didn�t mind when it
was with him. She trusted him that much, and wanted to make him happy.

He kissed her breasts and at the same time did his best to remove his
pants without having to pull away from her. She helped him with the shirt, and
as soon as she had him as she wanted she circled his nipples with her fingers,
eliciting a moan from him. Harry responded by sucking harder on her right
breast. He seemed to have become impatient, she could
tell by the way that his fingers were probing her entrance to see if she was
ready for him.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he got the message. He
entered her swiftly, forcing her knees to open wider to give him more space.
They rocked against each other in a rythm that they�d perfected with the
practice. Soon, Hermione forgot all about Ron and got lost in the pleasure and
relief that Harry was giving her.

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