All About Us

Taking a deep breath and gathering her wine-induced Gryffindor courage, Hermione leaned closer to Harry and crashed her lips to his.

The kiss was quick, but intense, her lips and tongue exploring his slightly parted lips. It felt so good to her, just to kiss him like this, but it wasn’t nearly enough. She wanted more and she would have to get it, as tonight was her only chance to sample the love of her life in an intimate embrace. It was better to be with him once and cherish the memory than dream of how it could’ve been.

‘Hermione, why did you…?’ he asked breathless, actually unable to form a coherent thought, much less a proper spoken sentence.

‘Why did I kiss you?’ she asked, her hands now resting on his chest, ‘Because I wanted to.’

‘You don’t have to pity me, really’ he cast his eyes away from hers, away from her inviting lips, but he could not escape the heat of her body when she slowly straddled him.

‘I don’t pity you, I desire you. I want to make you feel like the incredibly sexy man you are. If you say no now, I’ll understand and let you go; I don’t want to force you…’

‘Merlin, I want you, too…’ he whispered, not believing that everything happening now was real. ‘I’ve been thinking about you ever since you started working in my department… I thought you’d never want me that way…’

‘Shhh. No more speeches. This night is for us.’ She silenced him, and then crushed her lips against his again.

This time, he was responding to her with all the need of a starving man. He couldn’t believe his luck. The most gorgeous witch desired him; and he had wanted her for so long. Right now, it didn’t matter to him that he was married and that she had an admirer waiting.

Ginny had never been half as passionate as Hermione, of that he was positive. His wife was the only woman he had ever been with, so he felt like a virgin under Hermione’s touch, as her every caress and kiss awoke new sensations.

The sensations heightened when she removed his shirt and tie. With trembling hands, he slid the straps of her dress down her shoulders.

‘Eager, are we?’ she smiled at him seductively and took off the offending dress with a quick move.

‘You’re gorgeous,’ he breathed, adoring her delicious body, clad only in a bra and knickers, which looked suspiciously similar to the ones he had seen on her in his dream. Slowly, he traced his hands over her sides, feeling her smooth skin. Harry didn’t dare to attempt to remove the last scraps of cloth which covered her skin.

‘Maybe we should go to the bedroom?’ She whispered in his ear, her suggestion sending shivers down his spine.

‘Are you sure?’ she rasped. ‘You don’t have to… I mean…’

‘I want to explore you. This couch is too narrow to give us room to play, don’t you think?’ she asked.

He was speechless, so he just followed as she took his hand and willed to stay asleep long enough to get to the more exciting bits. On the one hand, his mind registered that all of this was far too real. He could feel the spark between them, even when she was just holding his hand when she led him to the bedroom, but it was still too good to be true. Why did this gorgeous half-naked woman want to get him into her bed? He never thought that Hermione would really want him. It was just so perfect. And only dreams were perfect, that’s what he believed.

But right now, he didn’t want to think as her delicious lips were devouring his, once again, this time dared to be bolder and let his tongue snake into her hot mouth. She moaned and pressed her body more into his, it was more than he could bear at this moment. His pants felt much too tight, but this wasn’t about his needs, he wanted her to be satisfied. He was quite sure he was doing a good job, but he was flabbergasted when he felt her pushing him away. However, his back hit a soft mattress and not the hardwood floor.

Looking at his bewildered expression, she laughed softly and crawled on to the bed to straddle him.

‘It’s time we got into a horizontal position, I think’ she murmured and started kissing his chest. ‘You’re so gorgeous, Harry.’

‘Maybe we should turn off the light? I don’t want to scare you away with… you know…umm…’ he blushed and his gaze fixated on her hand at the belt buckle.

‘I want to see you, all of you. Don’t be ashamed. You’re gorgeous to me, no matter what you think.’

‘You might think otherwise… it’s…’ he didn’t manage to finish the sentence as he felt her hand caress his engorged manhood.

‘It feels wonderful, Harry. Please let me see it?’ she whispered; the desire and longing obvious in her voice.

‘Do as you want to, I’m yours.’ He breathed unable to form more words.

These words where her undoing and she vanished the rest of his clothes with a hurried, whispered spell. She stopped for a moment to gaze at him in all his glory. She adored every inch of him; her attention was especially guided towards his proud eight inch manhood.

‘Harry, you’re more perfect than I’ve ever imagined, you shouldn’t be afraid of showing yourself.’

‘You don’t what this means to me,’ he pulled her closer and gave her a scorching kiss. ‘You’re an amazing woman, Hermione. So gorgeous, so…’ his words were lost when he began to litter her neck with small kisses. Slowly, he undid the hooks of her bra and released her full breasts, taking one of her nipples into his mouth. He had only seen such inviting curves in the dirty magazines, as Ginny was very flat-chested and proud of it. He’d never thought he’d get a chance to devour such divine curves, as he wasn’t one prone to have an affair.

But Hermione was different. There was something unexplainable between them. It was almost like he felt his soul being touched. Yes, he knew that if a powerful witch and wizard got together their magic would react, but it wasn’t just a spark, it was like he had died and gone to heaven.

Her hands were caressing his body so perfectly, he felt like exploding right now, but he had to hold back. They hadn’t done much more than kissing and caressing each other and he desperately wanted to be inside of her.

‘Hermione, I need you… I don’t think I can hold back any longer…’ he pleaded.

Not waiting for any further instruction, she vanished her knickers and impaled her aching core over his manhood. It felt so good for her, his girth stretching her. His thrusts were quick and erratic, their breathing quick and their moans growing louder every second. He was desperately holding on to her hips and enthralled by the jiggling of her breasts. It was like a pleasurable torture and he couldn’t hold on any longer so he released his seed deep into her core. He knew that he had not lasted long enough to give her enough pleasure, but she was just too hot for her own good.

‘I’m so sorry, I should’ve lasted longer.’ He looked away; he just couldn’t bear if she’d look with disgust at him. He wished he was a better lover, but he just be this time. He hadn’t had any sex for over six months, so it was just reasonable to last long, but would she understand?

‘You were still amazing,’ she whispered in his ear and the started to kiss his neck.

‘You’re not angry at me?’ he asked, surprise evident in his eyes.

‘No, you silly thing! For what should I be angry at you?’

‘For not being satisfied properly?’ he inquired gently, afraid that she’d just kick him out of the bed.

‘Harry, I loved to be with you, and it was wonderful to see you let go. This is not an exam, an even if it was, I’ll give you an ‘Outstanding’, alright?’ she smiled cheekily at him and reached for the duvet.

‘Well, thank you, Professor Granger,’ he replied with a haughty tone, whilst pulling her closer to him and nuzzling into her neck.

‘Mr. Potter, you certainly are something,’ she chuckled, pressing herself closer to his hot body. It felt so good to be near her love.

‘And what am I?’

‘An absolutely irresistible little prat,’ her hand snaked around his back and she slapped his bum.

In one swift movement, he rolled them over so he was on top of her. It felt good to be in control over her. He just wanted to prove her that he was a better lover than in their first time. He already felt himself getting hard again.

‘’I think something’s poking my leg.’ She remarked with a giggle. ‘Is that your wand or are you just happy to see me?’

‘Such cheek will not be tolerated, ‘he growled, but his eyes still held a playful glint. In one swift movement, he entered her again. This time, he would do his best to satisfy. If her moans and whimpers were anything to go by, he was on the right track.

They made love for hours that night, he lost track of how many times, but he had never been more satisfied and happy in his whole life. She was just perfect, so passionate and responsive to his touch.

They fell asleep by the crack of dawn. For a few moments, he just watched her sleep and suddenly, he realised that Hermione was the woman meant for him. If only he hadn’t been so stupid and married that wench. Harry decided that he would talk with Hermione about furthering their relationship. Then he let the exhaustion take him over and he fell asleep, his dreams filled with the gorgeous witch he was holding in his arms.

When Hermione awoke her gaze drifted to the alarm clock on her dressing table and it informed her it was well past midday. But it didn’t bother her at all, as she had awoken in the arms of her love. He was so gorgeous, perfect, in other words, the best man for her in the whole world. Of course, she knew that this night had been the only one she had with him, but it was still better to be with him once than never.

‘Morning, love,’ his husky mumble shook her out of her thoughts. ‘Why do you look so serious? You don’t regret last night now, do you?’ he asked, his voice cautious.

‘No, I will always cherish it. I was just thinking that it’s been ages since I’ve slept so long.’ She replied with a genuine smile. How long had she dreamed to see him like this, in her bed?

‘Well, I did wear you out, I reckon,’ he chuckled. ‘But can I make up for it by cooking us breakfast?’ He had the most adorable puppy dog look now and she would’ve agreed to anything he’d offer.

‘That’s a deal then,’ he slid out of the bed and located his boxers on a chair near by and slipped them on. ‘I don’t guarantee a five star meal, but I’ll do my best. You stay in bed and relax.’

She watched him leave the bedroom in a slow stroll and sighed happily. This was just like a scene from a picture book. Their real life situations didn’t matter right now. She went to the bathroom to freshen up as she expected another love making session after breakfast and wanted to look good for him.

Time passed and Harry still hadn’t gotten back from the kitchen. At first she assumed he was just fussing with breakfast, but as the smell of burning bacon wafted through the flat, Hermione was sure something had gone wrong.

‘Harry, are you alright?’ she called, but no answer was returned.

Entering the kitchen, she saw the smoking pan and a few broken eggs on the floor. But Harry was nowhere to be seen. Alarmed, she ran to the living room and then to bedroom and bathroom. He was gone; she realised and began to sob.

How could she be so naïve and think he wanted her? She was just a shag and that’s it. She didn’t mean anything to him. What he didn’t know was that he meant the world to her.

She had begun cleaning the kitchen when a loud hoot shocked her. Looking up, she saw a majestic owl hovering above her. It was some exotic kind as she hadn’t seen it before in the menagerie, and it had a medallion of a family crest around its neck. The owl landed gracefully on the counter and deposited a bouquet of a dozen beautiful red roses as well as a letter.

When she tore open the intricate seal to read the letter written on the finest parchment, her eyes were flooded with tears. What had she done last night?

Whose owl was it? Any guesses? And where did Harry go? I love reviews!