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Biding My Time: Our Way	By : watchyerback Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 9795 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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CHAPTER
FOUR:

“Harry,
got a second? Hermione and I want to talk ...”

The
pair stopped as soon as they came through the open door of the
bedroom. The sight that greeted them was totally unexpected. Their
friend was fully dressed for travel, down to his robes. He had a bag
open on the bed, and was packing his clothes.

Hermione
looked alarmed. “Harry? This isn’t because ...”
When they’d met up right before dinner, there hadn’t been
time to talk, but each had apologized to the other for overreacting.

The
focus of their attention barely spared them a glance. “No, I
just don’t feel up to attending the wedding anymore. I told
your parents and Bill after dinner,” he informed Ron.

“Where
are you going?” Ron asked.

“Grimmauld
Place, for now. There are a few books I want to look up in Sirius’
library. Now that I think about it, some of them might help to
pinpoint the horcruxes.”

That
seemed to alarm his friends even more. “You’re going
alone?” Ron spoke up again. “Isn’t that dangerous?”

Harry
shook his head. “Lupin and the others warded the entire house a
few days ago. Nobody can apparate or even floo in without being
cleared first. It’s probably the safest place for me right now.
Besides, I’m not going to be alone for long. Lupin will come
once he’s through finding out about that potion. Hopefully I’ll
have some information for him by then.”

“Have
you found something?” Hermione asked, her curiosity piqued.

“I’m
not sure,” he said evasively. “I just remember reading
something before, when we first stayed at Grimmauld, but I didn’t
know about the horcruxes then so I didn’t pay it much attention.
The problem is, I don’t remember which book it is.”

“Oh
well, Hermione knows the books in Grimmauld,” Ron volunteered.
“She spent ages in the library when Sirius - I mean ...”

“There
were a lot of historical tomes and biographies,” Hermione
quickly covered the mention of Harry’s dead godfather. “You’re
right, some of them might mention where the Hogwarts founders’
things are.”

Harry
studiously kept his eyes on the bag he was stuffing. Now or never.
“Actually, I was wondering if you’d like to help me look?
You’ve always been great with books. And to tell you the truth,
I’m not looking forward to staying at that big awful house by
myself, with just Kreacher and those miserable portraits for company.
You too, Ron.”

The
redhead looked miserable. “I can’t. I promised my mum I’d
stay at least till the day after to help them clean up.”

Harry
already knew that, of course. Actually, he was counting on it. But
for appearance’s sake, he snapped his bag closed in an eloquent
display of disappointment. “I understand. See you guys in a few
days then.”

And
just as he knew, or hoped she would, Hermione stepped forward. “Wait,
Harry. Ron can’t, but there’s no reason why I can’t
go ahead and join you. I can floo in right after Bill and Fleur’s
wedding.”

The
dark-haired teenager assumed a doubtful expression. “Are you
sure? I wouldn’t want to take you away from the wedding just to
look at some books.”

“It’s
alright.” She glanced at Ron, who swallowed his disappointment
and nodded. “I can pack before the wedding, change my clothes
after and go. I should arrive by suppertime.”

Harry
didn’t miss the look his friends had exchanged. Obviously they
had made plans for the reception. Now he was doubly glad he’d
decided to do this. Not only would he not have to spend the whole
night ogling them enviously, he’d stolen their night together.
He still had a chance, and he’d make the most of it!

This
time the smile he showed them was genuine. “That’d be
great! I’ll see you then. You guys have a great time tomorrow.”
He hefted his bag and prepared to leave.

Ron
blocked his way. “You sure about this, mate? It’s not too
late to change your mind. Why don’t you stay for a bit? You
know my family would love it if you came. You can always leave early
if it gets too much.”

For
the rest of his days, Harry would wonder what would’ve happened
if he’d taken Ron up on his earnest offer. The friend he had
been up to that point would have. It was at that moment that the he
began to suspect that things weren’t quite right with him. That
attack – what did it do to me? But the moment he tried to
think, it was as if a great cloud descended on his mind. Everything
was fuzzy.

Then
he looked at his friends, and a clear image sprang into his mind of
him kissing Hermione as Ron had done earlier, and the moment passed.
“I’m sorry, I have to do this.” The apology was
heartfelt, too.

In
the future, the trio would remember this as the last, uncomplicated
moment of their friendship. This would also be the last time Harry
spoke to both Ron and Hermione before he completely messed up their
lives.

That
night, the Boy Who Lived tossed and turned in his bed in Grimmauld
Place. Harry had felt so tired from the events of the last few days
that he hadn’t even changed clothes. He just tossed his cloak
and bags on the floor and collapsed on the bed ...

In
the middle of the night, he woke to someone shaking his arm.
“Alright, what’s wrong?” It was Hermione, in
sweater and jeans, looming over him. “You’ve been in a
bad mood all week. You’ve been avoiding us, and now you’re
holed up here.”

“You
followed me here to ask that?” he asked disbelievingly.
“For pity’s sake, Herm, it’s the middle of the
night! Just leave it alone.”

“I
won’t! I’ve been trying to figure it out and I couldn’t
sleep and I’ve been so worried - hmph!”

Harry
took advantage of the girl’s surprise and quickly wrapped his
arms around her. He sank down on the bed without breaking the kiss,
taking her with him so that her body was trapped on top of his. She
struggled, but he was holding her tightly, and she only succeeded in
squirming against him. He began to stiffen as the constant movement
mashed her breasts up and down against his chest. He knew the second
Hermione felt him because she abruptly stopped moving.

Harry
broke the kiss, short of breath. “Tell me why you’re
here,” he asked huskily.

“I
was ... worried,” she stammered.

“So
worried you had to floo in alone in the middle of the night?”
he mocked her lightly. His green eyes were penetrating. “Does
Ron know you’re here?”

He
saw a flash of guilt in her eyes. “No. I didn’t want to
bother anybody. I just wanted to talk to you.”

“That’s
not the entire truth, Hermione, and we both know it.”

“What
truth? I - Harry!” she exclaimed, as he bent his knee between
her legs and raised his muscular, trouser-clad thigh until it was
resting against the crotch of her jeans. Experimentally, he moved his
thigh against her.

“You
want this.” Even to his own ears his voice was hoarse. With his
arms he held her down so that his thigh could press more
tightly against her center. Using his strength he began to push her
down at the same time he moved his leg, rhythmically grinding her
against his thigh. He watched in satisfaction as Hermione’s
mouth opened in a silent “oh!”

“You
want ME. Say it, Hermione.” But she stayed stubbornly silent,
her face flushed and her eyes screwed shut. “All these years
and you never thought about what it would be like between us? Not
once?” He knew she must have. They were hormonal teenagers, and
what with the Daily Prophet and half the people at school at one time
or another calling them an item, the thought must’ve crossed
her mind. “I have. Often.”

While
she was pondering the significance of his admission, he stretched and
kissed her again. It wasn’t long before he was running his
tongue across the seam of her lips, seeking entrance. When she didn’t
respond, he nipped her lower lip with his teeth.

She
gasped in surprise and that was his chance. Thrusting his tongue into
her mouth, Harry rolled until she was pinned beneath him. Hermione’s
eyes shot open as the movement brought his hardness against her
stomach. Then he was sliding down until he was between her jeans-clad
legs and his erection was touching her crotch.

Harry
plundered her mouth, exploring every nook and cranny. Now that his
weight was helping to hold her down, he was able to snake one hand
free and between them. Before Hermione realized what was happening,
he had lifted her shirt until it was bunched up above her chest.

“Fantastic,”
she heard him groan as he gazed at her half-nakedness. She cursed
herself for being in such a tearing hurry that she hadn’t even
put a bra on before she left the Burrow.

Then
all thought flew from her head as his mouth lowered to taste her
breasts. “H-Harry!” she stuttered as he kissed and licked
every inch of her breasts. Only after this exploration was
finished did he begin to suck one nipple and then the other.

He
could only use his mouth. His hands were gripping her wrists now and
he brought them up so that her breasts sprang towards his eager lips
even more. He was sucking so hard that she felt part of her breast
slip into his mouth. He lapped at it eagerly, his tongue circling her
nipples, and then flicking over them in fast, tight movements that
had her arching off the bed.

Hermione
came back to her senses only when his hands released hers so they
could unbutton and unzip her jeans. This time her hands gripped his.

“I
just want to touch you, Hermione,” he said soothingly. He
parted the opening of her jeans as wide as it would go, revealing
white silky knickers. He stared in fascination. Her knickers were
translucent and he could see the outline of a dark triangle beneath.
Curiously, he trailed one finger in a straight line over the center
of that triangle.

The
girl beneath him sucked in her breath. At the same time she tried to
pull his hand away. “Stop, I can’t. I’m, I’m
with Ron now.”

Though
Hermione didn’t know it, it was the worst thing that she
could’ve said. At the mention of his best friend’s name,
the large and scaly monster slumbering in Harry’s gut sprang to
life again. It wanted, demanded, that Harry put a stop to this
nonsense. It mocked him - what, thought you were doing so well?
But she hasn’t forgotten him, has she? You have her
arching off the bed but all she can do is think of him. Pathetic.

Harry
shook her hands off and lifted himself up until he was half-kneeling
between her legs. He regarded her silently, taking in every inch of
the girl spread out before him. Flushed face. Lips swollen from his
kisses. Marks beginning to form on her breasts from where he had been
so rough. Nipples dark and distended from his suckling. Her knickers,
and that intriguing patch of dark underneath.

By
the time the boy’s gaze came back to her face, Hermione was
blushing with embarrassment. She crossed her arms in front of her and
covered as much of herself with them as she could. Then her eyes went
wide as Harry took off his shirt and threw it on the floor.

“You
say it’s Ron you want,” he said through clenched teeth as
he undid the buttons on his trousers, “but for some reason”
- his green eyes flicked over her half-naked form once more - “I’m
having a hard time believing you.”

“It’s
the truth!” she insisted.

“Then
prove it.”

“What?
How?”

Instead
of answering her, he grasped one of her hands and brought it palm-up
to his chest. However much she pulled he just held it there. When
her efforts to free her hand subsided a little, he asked in a
unexpectedly gentle voice, “Do you trust me, Hermione?”

At
any other time she would’ve said yes immediately, and it
surprised Harry how much it hurt when she hesitated and eventually
answered, “Right now, I – I don’t know.”

He
closed his eyes briefly. “I guess I deserve that.” When
he looked at her again, he said softly, “Before this goes any
further, you should know that I love you. Yeah,” he affirmed as
she stared at him in disbelief, “I’ve been such a git,
trying to deny it all these years.”

She
considered him for what felt like a long time. “What ... what
do you want?”

Harry
released a breath he hadn’t been aware of holding. “Touch
me. Anywhere you like,” he said in a low voice.

She
swallowed, obviously nervous. “That’s it?”

“No,
I want to touch you. Wait,” he interrupted because she was
about to protest. “I’m not going to take anything else
off, and I’ll only use my hands and mouth.” In a fit of
inspiration he added, “Those rules don’t apply to you.
You can do whatever you like, so long as you keep one of your hands
on me during the whole time.”

She
bit her lip. “That’s it?”

He
saw how close she was to acceding. “Five minutes, `Mione. If
you want me to, in five minutes I’ll stop. You can go, and
we’ll never tell a soul.”

“And
if I – you, er,” for the first time in ages, Hermione was
at a loss for words, “that is, if you ... win?”

Just
having her say it made his heart pound faster. He was so close, so
near to what he had wanted for years. He dropped his hand so that it
was no longer imprisoning hers. “You tell me.”

She
breathed uncertainly. “Al-alright.”

At
any other time, Harry would’ve started by kissing her again. He
badly wanted to. But with so much at stake and so little time, he
went straight for that he thought would be his best bet.

Hermione
squirmed as Harry touched her through her knickers. He used his thumb
to explore her slit until he found the nub at her center. Slowly, he
ran circles over her cloth-covered clit. Every now and then he would
brush directly over her nub.

It
was starting to affect her, he saw. Hermione was straining with the
effort not to move to the motions of his hand, but her legs had
opened imperceptibly wider. Harry smiled when he saw this. Time
for the next move.

Leaning
forward, he snaked his other hand towards her breast. At first he
just ran the calloused surface of his palm over her nipples. When
they were nice and pointed again, he started flicking them with his
fingers.

Up
to this point, Hermione had kept her end of the bargain by keeping
her palm flat where he had left it on his chest. But a few seconds
after Harry started touching both her breast and clit, her palm
curled into a loose fist. With the back of her hand and fingers, she
began to trace the surface of the raven-haired boy’s chest. She
seemed pleased at his sudden indrawn breath.

“Hermione,”
he groaned when her fingers brushed over a hard nipple.

Encouraged,
Harry did a daring thing. He moved from his relatively secure place
between her legs and knelt by her side. He smiled at the girl who
looked up at him in confusion.

Then
she threw her head back as he took one nipple into his mouth,
flicking it with his tongue and sucking on it greedily. At the same
moment, Harry slipped his fingers into the opening of her jeans and
into her knickers.

Hermione
bucked against his hand as his fingers burrowed into her wet curls.
He slid around a bit before finding her clit once more. With his bare
fingers this time he circled it. Then he got a wicked idea.

The
girl shuddered as Harry began running his tongue around her nipple at
the same pace his fingers were circling her clit. The slow matching
movements were driving her mad. Unconsciously, her palm flattened
against his chest and began slipping down until it was resting at the
slack waist of his open trousers.

She
was so close. Harry couldn’t resist. With his free hand, he
guided her hand from the waist of his trousers to its unzipped
crotch. For a second, Hermione just let her hand rest there, a
teasing, warm presence near his arousal.

Harry
groaned. “Hermione ... please.”

She
froze, and for an agonizing moment he thought she would pull away.
Then he felt her lightly trace his arousal through his boxers,
running her knuckles along his hard length. He felt her tug down at
the waistband of his boxers at the same time he crooked and slipped
his middle finger into her, making her jerk.

From
then on it was a different kind of contest, each trying to see who
could bring the other off first. Harry suckled on her nipples
hungrily while his finger dove in and out of her. Soon he was finger
fucking her as fast as he possibly could.

Hermione’s
hand ran up and down his length, smearing his pre-cum all along his
shaft. When he was slick enough for her to speed up, she began
running a thumb over the swollen head of his cock each time her
fingers reached it.

They
were panting for breath. Their movements became faster and more
erratic with each passing moment.

The
boy felt the muscles in his belly clench, and as much as he tried to
stop it, he lost the struggle when he heard her whisper, “I
want you, Harry. I want to see you come ...”

...
He woke crying out his release. Only then did Harry realize that he
had been dreaming. His cock was still twitching and spilling in his
trousers. He lay there for a minute until the sensations faded, till
there was only the sticky mess in his crotch to remind him of what
had just happened. Finally he sat up and buried his head in his
hands.

‘It
was just a dream,’ he thought brokenly, ‘another DAMNED,
GROTTY dream!’ Only this one was the worst yet. It had seemed
so real! Hermione’s hands touching him ... it made him hate
waking up.

What
the blazes is wrong with me? Harry felt like he was going stark
raving mad. Was he really going to push through with this plan? Was
he going to do something like that to one of his best friends, who’d
been through every imaginable danger with him for the last six years?

If
he did this, it would be a betrayal of the worst possible sort. And
he would be betraying not only Hermione, but Ron too.

But
Merlin, he wanted her! He only had to close his eyes for a minute,
and she would be there, writhing beneath him, wanton and starkers and
more than willing.

Maybe
it won’t work. Maybe things’ll change and they’ll
get here together. Or Hermione won’t make it. Or she’ll
sense something and leave before I do anything stupid.

But
Harry knew all this was wishful thinking. In the end, it would be in
his hands. And if Hermione came alone, he knew he wouldn’t be
able to resist.

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Thanks
for the reviews! Guess this means I should continue. :) Please
review. This being my first AFF fic, I need lots of encouragement.

wheyz:
wow, and you're still reading this? Thanks!

Ayumi:
It's a deal. :) Right now my plan is to update at least once a week
so you won't be waiting too long. More reviews will probably mean
faster updates.

Sea:
Thanks! And thanks for being one of the first to review.

TCM:
Probably, but not in the books. :)

LaRoseNoire:
Good guess. There's a bit more to it than that, but you'll find out
more as the story unfolds.

Alorkin:
Wow, thanks! Another good guess. You'll find out for sure in the
next few chapters.

harleybabe:
Hope this will do for now. Sorry, but it's going to take a while
longer.

Srforests:
I was wondering about that myself. Probably one of the reasons I
wrote this story. I'm guessing that it has something to do with the
fact that You-Know-Who doesn't really understand friendships.

Reinmanr:
Will do. Thanks!

Sammie
Curls: Harry and Ginny are canon. Me, I'm just messing around.
Glad you're still reading this despite the pairing. Hope you
continue to enjoy it.
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