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A Week with Hermione	By : Yerst Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 16876 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 7: Friday

*Warning* This chapter contains graphic
sexual content which justifies the otherwise curious R-rating I have given
it. Do not read ahead if such explicit
acts of love offend you.

Warm. Warmth. Softeness.
A thrilling hint of moisture.
Harry stood, after the quick chill strike of adrenaline deep in his
sides, after his brain went numb, with his arms wound around the sweet thinness
of Hermione�s back. Their lips were
pressed together for what seemed a timeless moment of existence. Her fingers traced gently up his neck and
through his unruly black hair, sending shocks through his shoulders. As the numbness faded slowly from Harry�s
mind, he found that his hands were automatically stroking Hermione�s shoulders
. . . and the kiss lingered. Her lips
were so small and soft yet they covered his mouth perly, ly, and with each tiny
movement of those two petals against his, a deep and strengthening longing was
forming were the electricity of their touch traveled through his core and
nestled below his navel. Harry had
kissed a girl once before�or rather was kissed�and though pleasant, he realized
that this kiss had brought with it something more, a feeling new yet ancient
that held the promise of secret knowledge and fulfilling desire.

A part of that secret knowledge was forming into a tight
ball in his lower stomach and arousing Harry so thorou tha that embarrassment
clouded his mind for a moment as he concentrated with worry on their hips�an
erection was blooming uncontrollably and threatening obvious discovery. Harry pulled away, the subtle stickiness of
their lips as they parted exciting him even more. Their arms unraveled around from each other
mechanically and he only now realized his eyes were closed�never did a
sensation make the common darkness found behind his eyelids seem so bright with
color. Hermione too had just opened her
eyes, slowly, and with her lips just slightly parted. Her cheeks were flushed and she sighed deeply
as full awareness struck her face.

�Harry��

�I�m sorry�� Harry said, flushing both with excitement and
humiliation.

�What?� Hermione replied, looking suddenly perplexed.

Harry fud wid with his pants. His hands shot into his jean pockets and he
tried to be as quick and nonchalant as possible as he rearranged his aching
hardness to look less conspicuous. He
was thankful that his shirt was at least untucked and acting as a visual
blocker.

o:p>

Hermione looked down without a word, curious as to the
source of Harry�s frustration, then looked back up into his face, gho ghost of
a smile borne on her soft lips. She
stood for a moment, considering, thinking, as Harry stopped messing with his
pants. Then with a look of cool
determination and control, a look Harry had seen countless times, Hermione
walked around Harry toward her CD player, picked up a music CD Harry didn�t
recognand and placed it in her player.
When she pressed play, soothing yet sensual music alive with violins and
chantings resounded through her room.
She adjusted the volume to a somewhat low, comfortable level and walked
over to the edge of her bed where she sat down.
She was smilin her herself.

Hermione looked up at Harry, still smiling. With a determined look she said, �Harry, I
want you to give me a massage.�

�What?� said Harry, feeling suddenly disoriented.

�I want you to give me a massage,� she repeated resolutely.

�What�what just happened?�

�Come on, it�s not hard.� Hermione turned slightly and
patted the spot of the comforter next to her.
With her left eyebrow raise, she said �I�m sure you�re very good.�

Harry sat down, suddenly trembling as his nerves gave out. What happened to the confidence that held him
so securely only a few minutes before? They
were kissing and tickling; now suddenly he felt very insecure. Hermione pulled the brown mass of her hair
around to her front, exposing her thin shoulders clothed partially by her
shirt. Harry sighed deeply, wondering
what happened to himself and began rubbing along the gentle slope of Hermione�s
shoulders. His fingers slid down her back
and rubbed in scirccircles around her shoulder blades.

Did she get embarrassed too?
No, she seemed so calm and assured.
She put on music.

Hermione gave sudden moans of approval as Harry�s hands
worked and the pulsing in his pants grew more frantic.

�A little softer,� she said.

�S-sorry.�

�It�s okay. It feels
really good,� her sentence faded into a purr.

Every now and then Harry would accidentally fumble with her
shirt collar, pulling it down too much or bunching it up at the neck. His cheeks grew red with frustration whenever
this happened, but Hermione never acted concerned. In fact, that constant smile of hers grew
more pronounce tim time passed and Harry�s fingers faltered.

Finally, Hermione spoke up.
�Here,� she said as she reached for the hem of her shirt and quickly,
deftly, brought her top over her head and off her body. �This may make things easier.�

Harry paused. Now he
was facing her otherwise naked back covered by the sharp white contrast of her
bra strap.

�What�s wrong,� Hermione said, laughter playing at the back
of her throat.

�Um . . . nothing,� Harry said, exhilaration and fear
building in his muscles.

�You�ve seen me in my bikini. This isn�t any different, right?�

�Right,� Harry said curtly and placed his palms back on her
shoulders. But it was different. Though Hermione was still technically more
clothed now in a bra and jeans, it somehow felt more intimate and private. Maybe the fact that they were on her bed was
part of the reason, or that bras held a special taboo, being an undergarment
and all.Phoenix"
has inspired the muse once more and I have this to prove it. We�ll see how next weekend fairs for my
possibly writing the eight and final chapter. I can only hope to make up
for my long hiatus by making this chapter slightly longer than average. As you have no doubt discovered, everything
that has taken place in the previous chapters culminates in this one. I am partially concerned as to how graphic
this piece is. I�m not certain that
fanfiction.net will allow this chapter to be posted since it borders on NC-17,
but I�ll attempt it. If anything I have
other venues that I can post to and inform readers of. We�ll see how things go over the next few
days. Again, I apologize for my irresponsibility
and I thank those of you for your immense patience and those of you for expressing
your dismay and concern. With any luck
I'll have this story completed soon, and I may very well start on another one�though
I'll strive to be more punctual with it.
Thank you all again for your interest and support.

P.S. To respond to one reviewer�s query,
I can no longer remember if I made this explicit in an earlier chapter, but the
events of this story take place the summer before Harnd Hnd Hermione�s seventh
year at Hogwarts, they are seventeen years old.
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