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NC-17…explicit, as the rating says. Don’t say I didn’t
warn you.

Past R/Hr

This story was removed from fanficiton.net because of a
fight between me and one of my readers where she threatened to report abuse on
it. I am now posting it on portkey because another reader asked me to.

A Not So One Night Stand, by Sarinileni

Harry watched Hermione continue to sip her champagne,
getting drunker by the second. She was probably the only woman on the earth who
got drunk on champagne. Harry loved watching Hermione get drunk. The process
was so slow and subtle that it was deliciously sexy and stimulating.

The downside was Harry could already feel himself going hard and his mouth
going dry. Normally, this would not be a problem, as Hermione wouldn't notice
his eron ion if they were dinning at their flat, and Ron sure as hell wouldn't
say anything. Unfortunately, the trio's weekly dinner together was at the Three
Broomsticks, in public view.

And much public view there was. After Harry's spectacular battle, which Ron and
Hermione were a large part of, with Voldemort, resulting in the not-so-
immortal wizard's death, the press meticulously recorded anything Harry, Ron,
and Hermione did. Anything the trio did together was big news. Because of this,
the three friends normally stayed at their flat and ate.

The reason they had ventured into the village pub at Hogsmeade was purely
celebratory. Hermione had recently been elected as one of the new candidates
for Minster of Magic. With luck, when the elections were held, Hermione would
become the Mistress of Magic. Hermione was basking in the glow of her new
standing and the hard work ahead of her, and Harry thought she had never looked
lovelier than she did at the moment.

Her eyes were wild and her hair had long since come down from her pins and
cascaded down around her shoulders. Harry loved watching her hair whip around
her face. He never really minded her bushiness, but Hermione hated it. She
calmed it every morning with a special spell had had built with her knowledge
of Arithmancy. Harry had been there when she prepared for her photos and the
announcement of the candidates and was pleased to see she had only half used
the spell. Her black dress was simple and went down to about four inches above
her knees. For Hermione, this washinghing it. Harry had been alarmed to see
that it was fairly low-cut and off the shoulder, and he had to chant his
mantra, Snape, Trelawney, Malfoy, to keep himself from going visibly
hard at the sight of it. She wore no makeup but her eyes sparkled with their
own light and he lips were pink and full.

"Alright," she began, in a rather low and sexy voice that made Harry
repeat his mantra louder inside of his head. Thankfully, it worked, and he
didn't have to bother with a rather large erection. "I am going to ask one
of you a question…"

Harry and Ron glanced at each other, not sure what was going on.

"Ron," she murmured, "Whom did you lose your virginity to?"

Ron colored red and his eyes suddenly darkened to a sapphire blue.
"Hermione, you know very well who I lost my virginity to..."
he growled menacingly.

"Pish posh," Hermione said loftily, before grinning deviously.
"But Harry doesn't!"

Ron blushed to the tips of his ears and looked at Harry apologetically. Harry
had the sneaking suspicion that he knew who it was, but decided to quell that
thought, until he noticed Ron grimacing.

"You shouldn’t talk about things you don't understand, Hermione," the
red- head growled, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

Harry leaned forward. "No Ron, do tell me."

Ron glared at him. "Do you even need to ask?" he queried.

Harry sighed and sat back. "Not really. I'm sure I could guess." He
raised his eyebrows at Hermione, who was tracing designs on the tablecloth. Ron
nodded slowly and smiled ruefully, mouthing I'm Sorry, at Harry.

Harry waved a hand. "It's okay," he assured his friend.

"What's okay?" Hermione asked, looking up, a puzzled expression on
her face. "Oh, Harry. How many girls have you slept with?"

The question was random and abrupt, and Harry spat out a bit of the champagne
he had gulped down just seconds before. After he had coughed up a storm, he
looked at Hermione with wide eyes. "What the hell did you just ask
me?"

Hermione grinned at him. "I asked you how many girls you've slept
with."

Harry looked away. "That's too personal. I'm not answering that."

"Harry…I know," Hermione muttered, leaning in close to him. Ron
looked distiy uny uncomfortable and Harry hoped he wasn't going to leave…

"Well guys, I better get going. Here, I'm paying tonight." Ron put
some money down on the table and Disapparated with a small pop.

"Harry, I know you like blokes and not girls."

Hermione's words snapped him back to reality. "Pardon? are are you
talk--"

Hermione Disapparated

Harry cursed and ran his hands through his hair again. It was a nervous
gesture. Picturing the trio's flat in his mind, he felt the familiar swirl of
blackness, of non-existence, and then the awareness that he was standing in
front of Hermione, who was looking at him. The room was dark, lit only by the
yellow street lamps through the sheer curtains. He could see her silhouette
against the wall, her curves outlined closely under the black fabric of her
dress. The lamps lined her face fuzzily and he could just make out the contours
and shadows of her face.

He began talking as soon as he appeared.

"What the hell are you talking about? I'm not gay!" Harry shouted at
her.

Hermione smiled slightly and giggled. "You are so cute when you're
angry." She put and hand on his shoulder and her eyes widened.
"Merlin, Harry, you're tense."

Harry rolled his eyes at her. "Really, Hermione," he said
sardonically. "I think five years of pent up sexual frustration would do
that to a bloke."

Her eyes widened even more. “Five years?” God, Harry, who's the
girl?"

**

He took a step closer, his eyes darkening to a familiar forest green. She had
sehat hat look before, though it had never been directed at her. Not that she
could remember, anyways. She'd seen him look at Ginny that way, for one thing,
and she knew he sure as hell wasn't gay.

Hermione shook herself. This was Harry. She knew everything about him.

That was the problem. When Hermione and Harry were alone, or even just with
Ron, the desire and lust that built between the pair was palpable. Or at least,
the lust Hermione felt for him.

"Who would you think?" he whispered hoarsely.

"Lavender?" Hermione asked, backing up towards the wall.

He shook his head, and made a sound, almost like a laugh, and moved towards her
with an almost cat-like grace.

"Parvati?"

"No," he whispered, still moving slowly towards her.

"Ginny?"

Harry froze, his eyes searching her face.

"Why would you think it was Ginny?"

Hermione shrugged. "Just because you were shagging her all through her
seventh year at Hogwarts and your first year of Quidditch training," she
responded casually, although her heart wacingcing as she waited for some sort
of reply.

Harry looked at her, puzzled. "I wasn't shagging her during her seventh
year, I was shagging her during my seventh year. We've been out of
Hogwarts for five years Hermione, you do the math."

"So it's Ginny, then?" She tried to keep her voice light, clear of
disappointment, which she was not feeling.

He laughed huskily, and she saw the fire of contained passion alight in his
eyes. "Hell, no."

Hermione swallowed as he began to stalk towards her again. "Well, there's
no one left," she mumbled as her shoulder blades hit the wall. Suddenly,
Harry was standing pressed up against her, his hot breath hovering over her
neck…

"Can you think of no one else?" he said hotly, grazing her earlobe
with his teeth so lightly she gasped. His voice was a few octaves lower, filled
with something that made her quiver with anticipation.

"Me?" she moaned suddenly and without thought. “Please say it’s me.”
Harry's hands, on her arms, tightened as he looked at her with a blank
expression.

"I promised myself I would never do this," he whispered softly,
searching for something in her face.

"You heard me," she said with a groan, breathless as Harry pressed
her harder against the wall. She ignored his remark.

"You don't know what you're saying, Hermione," he reasoned with her,
but she could hear his erratic breathing. Never, in a million years, had act actually believed Harry could want her. Now she wasn't so sure if that was
true. He certainly seemed out of breath.

"Yes I do."

"You’re drunk," he told her flatly, stepping away.

Hermione grabbed for his hand. "So?"

Harry shook his head. "I'm not sleeping with you if you're drunk."

"But you would if I wasn't?" she questioned him angrily.

"Why are you getting angry with me?" Harry asked suddenly.

"Because you’re so bloody blind!" she screamed at him, stomping her
foot as tears came to her eyes.

"Blind to what Hermione? If I can have my say, you don't exactly win the
prize for seeing things!" he shouted at her.

Hermione looked at him for a second, his face so close to her, his chest
heaving with emotion and felt herself go lightheaded with the close proximity.
It was impossible to be this close to him right now and not kiss him.
She threw her purse to the side and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling
his mouth down to hers.

He bruised her lips with the sheer intensity of the kiss and slammed her into
the wall, moaning into her mouth. She kissed him back with equal fervor,
parting his lips forcefully and twining her tongue with his.

He parted from her, gasping, and she could feel his green eyes searching her
face, even though her eyes were closed. The intensity of his gaze burned
through her that much. "Hermione," he moaned, almost pleadingly, and
she opened her eyes.

She looked back at him defiantly and he suddenly straightened and pounded his
fist against the wall. "Damn you!" he shouted. "Damn, damn,
damn, damn, damn."

She forgot to tell him to watch his mouth and moved away. "Why?"

Harry looked at her suddenly, his gaze incredibly sad. "You're drunk,
Hermione. Go to sleep," he sighed, defeated.

"With you," she said boldly, staring at him.

"Dammit, Hermione! Stop it! I can't take much more of this!" He ran
his fingers through his hair and growled.

"Much more of what?" she whispered, walking up to him with swaying
hips and tapping her foot impatiently.

"You are drunk," he said, almost helplessly and without
conviction.

**

He watched with narrowed eyes as a triumphant gleam was born in Hermione's
toffee-colored eyes.

She knew she had won.

She wanted him.

Well, she would have him.

With an inarticulate curse he grabbed her arms hard enough to bruise and pushed
her against the wall, pinning her between the wood and his body. She smiled
once, before he began to rain open-mouth kisses on her throat, sucking and
biting viciously on her flesh. He could feel her pulse speed up beneath her
lips as she threaded her hands through his hair and pulled him closer, arching
against him. He ran one hand up her back and let it cup her head, while the
other wrapped around her waist in a vise-like grip. Hermione's arms were twined
around his neck as she leaned into him, breathing heavily, throwing her head
back to grant him better access.

He turned swiftly and moved towards the couch, but Hermione stumbled and they
both fell to the floor. Harry rolled on top of her once more and claimed her
lips with his. Hermione surrendered to the kiss and felt his hands caress her sides,
her thighs, her cheek…

Pulling away from him, she searched his eyes before smiling slightly and
reaching her hands down to unbutton his shirt. Harry smirked at her as she
began to fumble in her haste and stilher her hands with his own.

"Let me," he whispered hoarsely, unbuttoning the shirt with practiced
ease and looking down at her. Hermione smiled at him and began to explore his
chest with her hands.

Harry slowly ran his hands down her back before undoing the zipper of her dress
and pushing that straps off her shoulders and down her arms. Hermione shuddered
as the cool air of the room mer brr breasts.

Harry stared in fascination at bre breasts."Hermione?" he questioned,
his voice shaky.

She impatiently looked at him. "What, Harry?" Her voice softened as
she stroked an unruly piece of hair behind his ear.

"How have we not done this before?" he moaned and dipped his head to
take the nipple of her right breast into his mouth. Hermione threw back her
head as a whimper of pleasure escaped her lips, its cause originating from his
soft, silky, tongue almost languidly caressing her one nipple while his
calloused thumb gently ran over the other.

"Harry," she breathed, so softly thouthought he hadn't heard.

He paused in his ministrations and slowly pulled away from her, taking his time
in teasing her. "I love it when you say my name," he breathed in her
ear, making her tremble.

"The last time I got laid was seven years ago…and there’s never been
anyone since," she told him, for simply no reason at all, it seemed.

He froze and looked at her strangely. "You've only ever slept with
Ron?" he asked incredulously, wondering why she had shared this
information with him now.

Hermione threw back her head and laughed. "And?" she smirked at him,
pushing on his shoulder and making him get off. "C'mere." She pulled
him over to the coucd pud pushed him down, straddling his hips and leaning
forward seductively, her dress bunched at her waist. It had ridden up and was
lying high on her thighs. Hermione could feel Harry's arousal pressing against
her thigh. "I'm not wearing anything under this dress, Harry," she
whispered, smirking as she felt him harden beneath her even more.

"Dear God, Hermione. You planned this, didn't you?"

She smiled at him. "And so what if I did?" She ground her hips onto
him and he nipped at her lower lip, causing her to wince in pain. In one
smooth, fluid motion, Harry reversed their positions so he was lying on top of
her. Sliding her dress off her body, he let loose a low whistle as he looked at
her.

Hermione lost herself as Harry began to slide his hands over her willing body.
He traced circles on her cheek, her throat, her breasts, her belly…

She arched against his hand as he slid one finger between her folds. Hissing
with pleasure, she dug her nails into his shoulders and shut her eyes. Ron…Ron
had only hurt her…there had been no foreplay. That was a mistake. This was
different.

Harry was different.

Hermione gasped as one, then two of Harry's fingers slipped into her body,
dancing within her wetness. Her entire being shook with satisfaction, while
something coiled tightly within her was growing, threatening to escape…

Just before she was about to come, Harry withdrew his fingers from her body and
smirked at her when she growled. "Harry…what the hell?”

"We're not finished yet," he said teasingly.

Her only response was a growl and a buck of her hips.

Harry threw back his head and laughed. "God, I love you," he sighed.
He froze and looked down on her. "Erm…I mean…”

"Harry, I’m going to—oh, yes…” His shirt had long since been thrown to the
side. He composed himself once more and began to plant butterfly kisses on her
legs…her arms...her belly, breasts…she didn't realize what he was doing until
she felt his tongue suckling on her inner thigh….

"Harry!" she cried, almost a reprimand, but he didn't stop. Hermione
closed her eyes as his tongue delved into her center and tightened her legs
around his head. He planted a light kiss on her most sensitive part and nipped
at the nubbin lightly, causing her to shudder and moan. Without warning, her
climax snuck up upon her and she threw her head back and arched off the s
St
Stars burst in her eyes as wave after wave of pleasure collapsed on her body.

She fell back onto the couch and Harry looked at her, his head propped up on
one elbow. "You okay?" he rasped.

"Okay? The top of my head just . . .god . . .that was amazing. I've
never felt anything like it! Where the hell did you learn to do that?"

He ignored her question and rested her head on her belly. "You have no
idea how much that turned me on, Mione," he mumbled, sighing into her
skin. She giggled.

"Harry! That tickles! Stop it!" He breathed onto her skin again and
she laughed. Suddenly he stopped and drew up so his face was level to hers.

She laughed once more and leaned up to kiss him. "And I don't think we're
finished," she smirked, mocking him with her words.

Harry grinned against her lips and worked his way down to her breasts, taking a
torturously slow pace. As before, she let out a sound of pure joy and
satisfaction as Harry took the tip of one of her breasts into his mouth. The
sensation was incredible. She could stay here like this forever, Harry suckling
greedily at her skin while she closed her eyes and drowned in good feelings.

But Hermione could hear the sounds coming from Harry's throat, and knew his
arousal must be growing . . .it wasn't fair to him, her getting a climax while
he got nothing. Noting this, she placed her hands on the side of his face and
caused him to look up at her.

"Harry…please…I need you inside of me…"

Harry nodded shortly and stood up, divesting himself of his clothing. Hermione
caught a brief glimpse of him and was impressed, before he was on top of her
again, smoothing hair away from her face.

Hermione only felt a little twinge of pain as in one smooth stroke, he thrust
himself fully within her body. She had never felt so complete, and idly
wondered in matches were pre-determined in Heaven.

It was a good type of pain though, because she knew pleasure wasn't too far
off. Harry groaned for some reason and she felt her heart skip a beat as she
heard the sound. He began to move against her, thrusting hard.

Hermione bucked her hips up to meet him and wrapped her legs around his waist
involuntarily, pulling him er ier inside of her. They hadn't broken eye contact
since he first thrust within her, and they maintained it now, blinking at the
exact same moments.

When the orgasm came Hermione's back arced high off the couch and she moaned
loudly, forgetting that the apartment walls were paper thin. Harry collapsed on
top of her, his body covered in sweat. His head was buried in the hollow of her
shoulder and neck.

"Well," Hermione said after a long time. "Well."

"Mm hm," Harry replied, still not pulling out of her body. There was
something deliciously erotic about staying connected with a lover after it was
over.

"Well. Now what?"

"Now what what?" Harry asked, concern evident in his voice.

"What do we do now?"

Harry sighed. "I think we should go to your bedroom. Sleeping on a couch
with another person can be extremely uncomfortable."

Hermione laughed. Harry grinned at her roguishly, gently pulling out of her,
and stood up, grabbing her hand and dragging her to her feet. He admired her
body as she walked in front of him, swaying her hips sensuously as she opened
the door to his bedroom and led him inside. Harry sincerely hoped that Ron
still kept that Silencing Charm around his room for when he occasionally
brought a girlfriend home to spend the night.

Hermione shut the door behind her and turned to him, and he took in the swaying
hips and the smoldering eyes, deciding she was ready for more. Tugging on her
hand, he pulled her to the bed. She staggered forward and he frowned when he
noticed the darkening spots on her upper arms.

She lay down underneath him and looked up at him with an anticipating air. He
lips were red, her brow had a slight sheen of sweat on it, and her hair spread
out on the pillow in soft brown waves. He fingered the marks, bruises, on her
arms and looked down on her worriedly.

"Did I do this?" he asked, his voice dangerously low.

Slowly, she nodded.

He rolled to the side and lay on the crisp white sheets of her bed, aware of
her breathing raggedly next to him.

"Harry?" she ventured quietly.

"Yea?" he answered hoarsely.

"What's wrong?"

"I hurt you." He rolled over onto his side and looked at her,
fingering those bruises lightly.

Hermione laughed. "No you didn't, that was amazing."

Harry let out an exasperated sigh and waved a hand at her bruised biceps.
Hermione frowned. "Oh, Harry. I'm fine. It felt…good…it was so…" She
blushed. "Rough."

"That's the bad thing. It wasn't supposed to be rough."

"I like it rough." Hermione seemed to be more confident talking about
it now.

"Yes, you may, but…”

Hermione leaned over and kissed him. "Give it gently," she ordered
softly, her hair framing her face as she looked at him in the dark, moonlight
coming in from the windows and awakening sparks in her eyes. Nodding mutely, he
pushed his lips against hers and felt her mouth open beneath his. Slowly, he
ran a hand down the side of her body, stopping to rest his hand at her hip. He
traced circles on the skin there, spiraling into the patch of hair between her
legs. He pushed a fingertip tenderly into her passage, feeling her contract
against him at the sudden penetration.

All this, and they managed not to break the kiss. Harry finally pulled away and
they were both gasping for breath. He brushed his lips over hers a three more
times and breathed against them raggedly. A low whimper escaped her lips and
she threw her head back and began to roll her hips against him. Harry refused
to move and leisurely stroked through her folds with his other hand, before
pushing his finger fully within her at a snail's pace.

Small moans, whimpers, and whispers escaped her throat. Satisfied sighs of a
longing fulfilled, throaty groans that made him shake with emotion.

It was him.

It was her.

It was them.

"I love you," he whispered, needing to be sure of the fact, needing
her to be sure of the fact, wanting her to know that he would die for her.

"I love you too," she managed, her voice barely audible as sighs
escaped between her words, his finger moving gently within her.

It was slow that when it finally happened Hermione had to gasp in shock. Her
eyes opened wide as the climax shuddered over her body, and she rolled onto her
back after it was over, her hands still gripping Harry's arms. Torturously
slow, he moved into her body. Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist again
as he began to move at a languid pace. Time slowed down, sped up, randomly. One
minute he was entering her body, the next the now- familiar pleasurable feeling
was movihrouhrough her. She felt as if she could stay like this forever with
him, bodies connected in the most intimate way, living in a limbo where only
love was made.

When Harry had finally stiffened above her and shuddered, he rolled over and
stared at her fondly, pushing a stray bit of hair behind her ear. "So?
Which was better?"

She shook her head. "I like them both," she rasped, her cheeks full
of color and lips kiss-swollen.

Harry noticed that Hermione made the strangest noises of contentment when he
drew her to him and spooned against her, pulling the sheet over them to sleep.
She snuggled closer to his chest and his eyes drooped, until he was whisked off
into the land of dreams.

**

The first thing Harry noticed when he awoke was the slight tickling sensation
on his chest. He looked down and saw that Hermione had managed to twist in his
arms so her legs were tangled with his and her head was pillowed on her chest.
He sighed and looked at the ceiling, glad it hadn't all been a dream. While it
was happening it had seemed as if they were in another world that hardly
existed.

Harry looked down again to see that Hermione's large brown eyes were staring
straight back at up at him. They spoke volumes as he rolled onto his back and
lifted her so she was straddling his waist. Understanding dawned on her face
and she smiled slightly. Neither spoke and suddenly, her hand dipped down and
wrapped around his length, causing a shudder to pass through his body. He
raised his eyebrows at her, surprised, but she just grinned impishly and
shrugged her shoulders.

Harry closed his eyes as she massaged him, and when she suddenly stopped, he
bit back a growl and peeked at her from underneath his lashes. She was biting
her lip nervously, looking unsure of what to do.

Harry opened his eyes and reached up to caress her breast, feeling the nipple
harden beneath his palm. She closed her eyes and leaned against him, and almost
fell forward when he withdrew his palm and placed it on her hip. He placed his
other hand on her opposite hip and lifted her up, bringing her body down onto
his hardened shaft.

Harry wasn't exactly sure what happened next. Hermione let out a cry, whether
of pain, surprise, or pleasure, he didn't know, and arched her back. Harry
began to move against her quickly, slamming into her body with all the force he
had. Tension wrapped in his loins sprung up, releasing in a burst of pleasure
that made him groan ferociously. He felt rather than heard Hermione climax, her
warmth pulsating around him as hot, wetness spread over his body. She slumped
over his chest, and he was suddenly scared that he had rendered her
unconscious. Putting the worry aside for another time, he drifted into sleep
once more, hoping that this time he wouldn't wake up.

**

"What the hell?"

"Holy shit."

"Actually, it's more of a 'Holy fuck!' situation."

"Yes, Bill, it is."

"You didn't tell us they were together!"

"Quite literally. . ."

"Shut up, Fred!"

"Oh, is ickle Ronniekins embarrassed?

"His face is as red as his hair."

"I thought your were y siy side, Bill," Hermione heard Ron snap
irritably.

"Shh, you're going to wake them," George said. Or maybe it was Fred.
She had no way of knowing. Groggily, she shifted and realized that a) her back
was absolutely killing her, b) her legs ached, and c) her upper body was
pressed against something soft and warm, most probably a man, because she could
hear his breathing and it was tickling the nape of her neck.

She sat up and heard a cry of "Holy shit!" before the door to the
room slammed shut. She groaned. Her head was aching as well. Massaging her
back, she looked down and almost screeched in shock.

She was naked. Looking at the closed door, she realized that Ron, Bill, George,
and Fred, and possibly more people, had seen her. She had just flashed them.

Looking up at the wall above her bed, where there was a clock, she got another
shock.

There was no clock, so this was obviously not her room.

Hermione shut her eyes as the rest of the image reached her hung over brain,
and fervently wished that she hadn't had so much champagne and that it wasn't
true. Opening her eyes, she saw that it was true.

Also on the bed, was the prostate and very naked form of Harry Potter.

Hermione let one groan escape her before she tried to shift again and realized
that she was still connected to Harry in a rather intimate way, and that she
was incredibly sore.

Not only that, he was still half-hard. And he was asleep. She hadn't
even known men could do that!

She watched helplessly as Harry opened his eyes, took in her expression and the
state of their connected bodies, and squeezed his eyes shut again.

"God, Hermione," was all he said, breathing hard. "Why are we
still…I mean, we're still…"

"Feels good, doesn't it?"

He looked at her, the most adorable shocked expression on his face. She almost
laughed out loud before she heard the voices behind the door to the main paof tof the flat.

"I can't believe they finally shagged each other!" That was Fred's
voice.

"We've been waiting on it since that episode in sixth year…" George
said. Even his voice sounded full of mischief.

"You guys, I just saw my best femalefriend literally joined at the
hip with my other male best friend. And they were naked! And she flashed
me…I'm slightly nauseated right now…ugh." Ron sounded green.

"She's very well endowed, isn't she?" Bill asked, and Hermione went
crimson, letting out a soft groan of embarrassment, bending over and burying
her head in Harry's shoulder.

"Tell me Bill didn't just say that!" she said, shifting her hips so
she was resting more comfortably.

"Holy shit," Harry breathed, "Don't do that!"

She was about to question him what she wasn't supposed to do when he fully
hardened within her body. She let out a gasp of shock and widened her eyes,
before looking at Harry, who had a slightly glazed expression in his eyes.

"And he's right," Harry said softly, when he had regained some
composure, "You are very well endowed." As if to prove this,
he brushed his fingertips over the tip of her breast, making her close her eyes
slightly and bend forward.

"I've got a hangover."

"I don't want to go out there to get my wand…" Harry groaned.
"God, the teasing!"

"Yea, that," Hermione answered, her voice muffled by his chest.

"Hey," he said softly.

"Hmm?" she asked, looking up at him with bleary eyer>
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"I love you."

Hermione froze. Had she told him that she loved him? She couldn't remember. She
furrowed her brow and looked at him, realizing that she must have been really
drunk last night. Harry had a rather stricken expression on his face, as he
placed his hands on her hips. Thinking he was ready for more, Hermione relaxed
into his grip, but he just picked her up and placed to the side so they were no
longer connected.

"Sorry, Hermione. We really shouldn't have done that if you were drunk. I
don't think you remember any of it…"

Hermione laughed. "I'm not that bad, Harry. I remember some of
it," she told him suggestively.

Harry smiled at her, but it looked a tad forced and it didn't reach his eyes,
which had a cloud of hurt behind them. "Yes, well, I need a shower,"
he said.

"Ugh, I'm all sticky."

"Yes, but, there is a problem."

"And that is. . .?"

"See, there's two bathrooms. The one me and Ron-"

"Ron and I, Harry."

"The one Ron and I graciously gave you, which is reached through
your room, and the one me and Ron, pardon me, Ron and I, share, which is
off the kitchen."

"What the hell are you saying?"

"I'm saying that there is no way to reach the showers without going
out e, ae, and being teased in the process," Harry answered her.

Hermione grinned and got, up, walking to the wall next to Harry's bed. There
was a sharp intake of breath behind her.

"Dear God, Mione. Put this on."

She turned around and caught Harry's dressing robe, shrugging it on. "Come
on," she said, and bent down, pressing a spot on the intricate white
molding. In the same Diagon Alley effect, the wall formed a doorway to
Hermione's bathroom. She turned around and saw Harry standing behind her, clad
in an extra dressing gown, his mouth gaping open.

"How come I don't know about this door?" Harry asked her.

"Well, I had already decided that was going to be my bathroom and bedroom
no matter what," she laughed, "Since I was the first of us to see the
place. Mr. Roberts told me about it and I asked him to not tell you two about
it. If you'd know, what would you have done?" she asked him, turning back
to the door.

"Well," Harry said, snaking his arms around her waist and pulling her
closer, "I probably would have come into the bathroom, like so," he
walked into the bathroom, bringing her with him, "and then I probably
would have climbed into the shower with you, like so," he dragged her into
the shower. Hermione stared at him.

"Harry," she said warningly, "you wouldn't dare…"

Harry turned on the water and she shrieked. "Harry!"

Harry just grinned at Hermione and pulled her sodden robe off her shoulders,
removing his own and throwing them out the shower door before slamming shut,
and then adjusting the water to a warmer temperature.

"And then," he moved closer, his eyes darkening in a way she was
remembering to be highly anticipated. "I would do this." Harry
whirled Hermione around so her back was pressed against his chest, his arms
around her waist, and pushed her drenched hair off of her neck. She didn't feel
anything until his lips reached the junction of her throat and shoulder, where
he began to lick and nip the skin. Hermione shuddered slightly and relaxed into
him, rubbing her hips on his instinctively, causing the reaction she was
looking for. Harry groaned deep in his throat and the sound sent a thrill
through her body. Hermione could swear Harry sighed when he moved his mouth up
her throat and dropped a soft kiss onto her cheek before lifting his head and
resting it against the back of her neck, breathing in her scent.

Hermione's breathing was ragged as she turned in his arms, impatient. Harry
rested his forehead on hers and she looked at him, seeing the emotion in his
green eyes.

He loved her.

It was rather funny, if Hermione actually thought about it. That she had loved
him for so many years and she had told him last night, and now her hungover
brain wasn't allowing the fuzzy memories to come through. And she couldn't say
it.

Or maybe she could, and she just didn't want to.

"Remember that "incident" in sixth year Fred mentioned?"
Harry whispered, the warm spray of the shower sending droplets of water down
his face.

"Yea," Hermione said, tilting her head up to meet his eyes. "It
was about a week after..."

"You know, I don't even think Ron knew about that," Harry
interrupted.

"About what?" Hermione asked.

"That you climbed into bed with me the night you found out they
died."

"Of course he didn't. He didn't even ask me how I was dealing with my
parents' deaths. He just took it as a good sign that I was. And I didn't tell
him."

"Maybe you should have, and you could have climbed into bed with him
instead," Harry said, almost snidely.

"And why's that?" Hermione challenged.

"Because that was the night I found out I loved you, and I think my life
would have been so much easier if I hadn't. The night you found out. I mean, no
offense, you looked horrible. Red, puffy eyes, blotchy face, and that's a good
thing. If you hadn't cried, I would have thought you weren't letting out any of
the grief, like so many people thought because the only time you cried was when
you were in bed with me. And when I held you and let you cry in my shoulder, I
realized I didn't want to have to let you go to Ron the next morning.

"And then there was that night. I mean, it was about a week later, and
let's face it. You weren't wearing much of anything. It was just one of my
shirts and it wasn't even buttoned up all the way. Then there was the fact that
my hand was actually inside the shirt and resting on your belly, of course
when they found us they thought we had slept together. I wasn't even wearing a
shirt," Harry finished his tirade, breathing heavily.

"You know," Hermione mused, looking off into
space, not really feeling any hurt from his comments. "He broke up with me
over that."

Harry looked at her in surprise, and Hermione knew why. Even though she had
continued to climb into bed with him after they were caught in the same bed by
Lavender one morning, she had never told him why she and Ron had broken up
three weeks after the "incident."

"Ron?" Harry asked.

"Yea. Or maybe I broke up with him." She looked at him, a grin on her
face. "He called me a scarlet woman!"

"A what? Not that again!"

Hermione laughed. "He did! That was about a week-and-a-half after he and I
had slept together for the first time, and then he thought I was shagging you.
Under the circumstances he believed, I was a scarlet woman."

Harry looked at her, shaking his head, and chuckled, before leaning down to
kiss her sweetly. She ached for him when he pulled away. "Never could be
one," he whispered against her lips, his eyes closed. She stared at his
shut eyelids for a moment before kissing him again, more ardently.

"That's why I love you," Hermione said to him, and he broke out into
a tentative smile, as if he wasn't sure he was hearing right.

"Really, this time?" he asked, an eyebrow raised. Hermione nodded,
kissing his forehead. "Are you going to show me how much?" he
whispered in hotly in her ear, making her shiver, even though the water
pounding around their bodies was still warm.

Hermione grinned at him and pulled his face down for a kiss, moaning in the
back of her throat as his tongue slipped through her lips before darting in and
out in a fevered rush, mimicking the other thrust he wanted to make. His hands
roamed hurriedly over her body, finding the places he had found last night that
made her melt, shiver, and groan.

He reached her hips and pushed his finger within her quickly, moving out annto nto her body while she thrashed against his restraining arm on her waist. He
pulled his fingers from her body and broke away from her mouth, dropping kisses
on the wet skin of her throat. Harry took the longest time, it seemed, to reach
her breast, and when he took the tip of one into his mouth Hermione collapsed
on him, unable to do anything but moan and rub against him, trying to tell him
to hurry up.

Harry looked up at her and grinned, reaching for the soap with one hand and
tracing patterns over her body before rubbing it into a rich lather. She sighed
and relaxed, enjoying the feel of his hands massaging her shoulders, neck,
belly…

Until suddenly, the soap slipped out of Harry's hand and landed with a slight
'thunk' behind her. Hermione opened her eyes and laughed at the annoyed
expression on Harry's face, before turning slowly and bending down to pick it
up. She heard a strangled sounding moan behind her and suddenly found herself
spun around and pressed against the shower wall, Harry's wet body rubbing
against hers. Hermione felt the tip of his length nudge her entrance, and
parted her legs wider as he pressed against her and slid within her.

Hermione's eyes opened wide and she let out a soft "oh," of
wonderment, deciding that it was much better to make love with Harry when she
had a clear head, not when she was drunk. She was ten times more aware of
everything happening and of the sensations running through her body.

Harry began to move slowly against her, before speeding up until he was all but
slamming her into the wall, and then slowing down before she reached a peak. He
kept this up until he stopped, just before Hermione was ready to go into
release. Hermione growled at him and dug her nails into his shoulders hard
enough to draw blood. She was certain he had a sixth sense for knowing when she
was about to climax. Harry only shrugged his shoulders and began to move again.
Hermione was frantically arching her hips off the wall to meet him, only to be
slammed back into the wall again. She was certain that this time he would let
her go…yes…yes…just a little longer…she thought, until he stopped again.

"Harry, if you don't…dear god…Harry I need you to…please, god,
please."

She absently ran her hands over his chest and kneaded his shoulders as she said
this, and Harry looked up at her.

"What do you need, Hermione. I'll give you anything. Just tell me, and
I'll do it."

"Touch me…inside of me…” she grabbed his hand and pushed it down her body,
where he began to rub against her. Hermione moaned and molded her body against
him, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. Harry
began to move his hips, and when she finally climaxed, Hermione screamed as she
let her pent-up frustration out.

After they had stayed in the shower with the water beating down on their
bodies, the water began to get cold so Harry pulled out of her, and she
suddenly felt very empty inside. Harry Potter, Hermione decided, was addicting.

They had fun toweling each other off and Hermione cursed when she realized
there was no way to get to her room without opening it from the other side.
Pouting, she followed Harry into his room and sat on the bed. Neither said it ud, ud, but they were avoiding going into the main room.

"I think I'm just going to stay here all day, Potter," she said
playfully.

"Nope. This is my room, Granger. You get out."

"But I don't have my clothes with me."

Harry grinned wickedly and Hermione was relieved to see tit wit was a real
grin. "So wear this." He threw her a white button-up shirt that
reached her knees, which she slipped over her shoulders and buttoned. Harry
turned away from her and pulled on his own clothes, before opening the door
tentatively and peeking out.

Two pairs of blue eyes and two pairs of brown looked at them. Fred let out a
whistle, George began to clap, Ron looked slightly nauseated, and Bill was
looking at Hermione's scantily clad form.

Harry scowled at the four of them and stalked across the room to the kitchen to
make some more tea. Hermione stood watching the Bill, Fred, George, and Ron
from Harry's doorway, suddenly very shy. She didn't like the looks Bill was
giving her. Biting her lip, she sat down next to Ron, who managed a half-smile
at her.

Harry walked to the table and handed her a cup of tea. She took it and nodded
her thanks, and he sat down across from her. He smiled at her ruefully as the
teasing began.

"So," George said, "how was the night?"

"Which are you asking, brother mine?" Fred asked.

"Does it matter?" Bill put in. "They spent it together!"

"You know," Fred said, "I was kind of expecting this ever since
your sixth year when we found you both half naked in Hermione's bed. I mean, I
come to see Dumbledore and visit the tower and I find Brown shrieking that you
slept together-"

"WHICH WE DID NOT!" Hermione shouted at him. "Now, shut the hell
up!"

Fred immediately shut up.

Hermione seethed and almost let out a shriek as she felt Harry's foot travel up
her leg, getting closer and closer to…

Hermione widened her eyes and bit back a gasp. She chanced a glance at Harry,
who was staring into his teacup as if his foot wasn't in a very intimate place
of Hermione's body, and the only reason she knew he was definitely doing it was
the way he was smiling slightly. Forgetting about Ron and Bill and the twins
for a moment, she slumped forward in her chair and let Harry work his foot
between her legs.

Hermione held in a moan and was cursing herself for not wearing pants, because
then he wouldn't be able to torture her like this. All she wanted to do was cry
out his name, moan, shriek, thrash, anything to move. But she held rigid, aware
now of the other four at the table, and surreptitiously scooted her chair
closer and pushing his foot harder against her.

She was wondering if it was ever going to end when the release swept over her.
She and Harry had managed not to look at each other during their interlude, but
now they did, and as their gazes locked, on green-eyed stare filled with desire
and amusement, the other chocolate-brown filled with satisfaction and reproach.
Harry gave the slightest shrug and grinned.

"What is wrong with the two of you?" Bill asked, breaking through the
reverie.

Harry grinned mischievously as he withdrew his foot, and Hermione suddenly felt
very cold. "Yea, you're teasing us like hell and I just pleasured Hermione
under the table with my foot. So what else is new?" His voice was dripping
with sarcasm, and Ron turned green. Even the twins looked a little sick.

"Tell me he didn't just say that," Fred ordered George, as Hermione
fought to keep a straight face. Harry too, it seemed, wanted to laugh, but they
held it in. Only Bill looked fascinated.

"Sounds fun, what about a threesome?"

Hermione looked at Harry, her face slightly green. "Tell me he didn't just
say that!"

Harry laughed. "The problem is, he did."

"I think I'm going to go put on some clothes," Hermione moaned,
standing up and walking around the table to Harry. Fred, George, and Ron were
bickering; only Bill was watching the two of them.

Harry reached out his hand took hers, pulling her down neatly into his lap and
wrapping his arms around her.

"Why would you change?" he breathed in her ear. His hand, resting on
her belly, dipped slightly lower and she shivered. "You're so much more
accessible this way."

"Unless you want Bill to suddenly throw me on the floor and shag
me..."

Harry made a face and tightened his arms around her, burying his face in her
shoulder. "Good point," he said in his normal voice, slightly
muffled.

"Harry, let me go!"

"Uh-uh," Harry responded.

"Suit yourself," Hermione shrugged, and began to wiggle around in his
lap. She could immediately feel his reaction and grinned, liking her new power
over him. He let her go suddenly and she staggered to her feet, heading to her
room and trying not to look back as Harry stared after her in amazement.

**

Three weeks later¸ Harry, Hermione, and Ron were walking along the streets of
Diagon Alley. The light was dim, twilight was coming and dusk had just settled
in. Harry and Ron each had an arm around Hermione's waist, she was in the
center with an arm around both of their shoulders. The trio looked strange, and
were just eavesdropping on the various people around them.

"…then there were those horrible goblins that were guarding the
doors…" That must be a Muggle-born student, Harry decided. It was the last
week of August.

"So, future Mistress of Magic, what's your campaign slogan going to
be?" Harry asked Hermione. She sighed.

"I hate to be pessimistic, but I'm not going to win. The election is at
the end of September and-"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU FORGOT TO USE A CONTRACEPTIVE CHARM?" A man
bellowed in front of them to the woman on his side. Ron goggled and Harry began
to laugh, the woman was swiftly blanching and backing away.

The man began to calm down and took deep breaths, but he looked a little shaky
on his feet. The woman moved closer and grabbed his hand, and they continued to
walk, and even the trio, behind them, could sense the tension.

H loo looked at Hermione to see what her reaction was and saw that she was very
pale, almost white, as if all the color had drained from her face. Harry looked
at her closely, there was a faraway look in her eyes as she ran her hands
through her hair.

"What's the date today?" Her voice was flat, distant.

"The twenty-third," Harry answered her, beginning to get worried.

"Two weeks. . ." Hermione said, "Oh, hell."

And idea was forming in Harry's mind and he quickly shoved Ron into the Leaky
Cauldron, their destination, and grabbed Hermione's hand. He dragged her into
the alley behind the pub and shook her. She still looked like she was in a
trance.

"Well," Harry snapped, "did you use one?"

"Use one what?" Hermione asked, looking up at him with bleak eyes.

"A charm," Harry said, quieter this time.

Hermione shook her head. "How could I be so stupid, Harry?" Tears
were gathering in her eyes and began to fall down her face.

"You weren't stupid, you were drunk," Harry pointed out, still not
sure what his stand on the issue was.

"But I knew what I was doing before we went out! I knew what was going to
happen! I should've-" her voice broke and she turned away quickly. Harry
caught her hand and pulled herser,ser, wrapping his arms around her waist
protectively as she buried her face in his shoulder. "I'm sorry Harry, I'm
so sorry! I didn't mean to!"

"Shh, don't be sorry. Hermione, everything will be fine. Everything will
be fine."

"But this wouldn't be happening if I had just used a charm!"

"Hermione, we made love four times. It was rather inevitable. You wouldn't
have renewed the charm in the morning anyways, probably," Harry reasoned.

"But what are we going to do?" Hermione wailed.

"I don't know, Hermione. I don't know," Harry sighed.

"Do you want it?" Hermione asked suddenly, looking up at him. Harry
froze. How was he supposed to answer that? He'd only known for a couple of
minutes!

"Yes," he answered truthfully after a long minute had passed by.
"I want this child."

Hermione nodded, happy, sensing the sincerity in his words. She reached for his
hand and held it like a lifeline as they walked into the pub.

********

"Harry! RON! GET DOWN HERE NOW!"

Harry and Ron skidded into the room, Ron was holding popcorn, Harry was looking
very nervous.

"The announcement is going to be in a few minutes. Sit." Hermione
gestured to a chair. The announcement for the new Minister of Magic was going
to be on the Wizarding Wireless Network.

Harry sat down and pulled Hermione onto his lap, resting his hand protectively
on her belly. She looked at him. He was so sweet when he didn't know he was
being sweet. He didn't know that the fact that he wanted the baby meant
so much, and he unconsciously rested his hand on her belly whenever he could.
He didn't even realize it.

Ron cleared his throat and shot a glance at Harry which Hermione thought was
supposed to be surreptitious. It wasn't. Ron got up and left the room, and
Harry shifted uncomfortably beneath her.

"Do you think we should tell him?" Hermione asked Harry, staring
worriedly after Ron.

"About the baby?" Harry whispered back, looking surprised.

Hermione nodded. Harry shook his head. "Not yet," he answered with a
smile.

Hermione put the volume louder as she heard it. "RON!"

Ron came running in and jumped onto the couch. Hermione saw Harry shake his
head at him and Ron gave him a thumbs up. Ignoring this exchange, she turned
her attention to the radio.

". . .And the polls are in, ladies and gentlemen of Wizarding Britain,
this has been the closest vote we have seen in a long time. . .48% to 52% of
the poll, the new Minister of Magic-"

Hermione's face fell.

". . .is Robert Dunnings! Hermione Granger came in close there, but her
Muggle-born status was her un-doing. . ."

"Well," Ron said, "At least you were close. . ."

"Yes, but I really don't mind. There are better things to do. I don't
think I would have accepted the position anyways…" she said with a glance
at Harry, and then her belly.

"Really? Well, then." Ron didn't leave. He just stared at Harry for a
while before getting up and walking out the door of the flat.

"I love you," Harry said suddenly, right in her ear, and she could
hear it in his voice. Passion, desire, anticipation…She closed her eyes and
shivered.

"Harry..." she said warningly.

"Oh, come on Hermione. We need some celebration."

"But I lost!"

"So marry me," he said, taking her hand and staring at her.

Hermione stared right back, and then burst into tears. Harry looked bewildered.

"Are you asking me because I'm pregnant?" she burst out, her face
reddening.

"No! Yes! I mean, partly! But I love you, and I want to marry you
now!"

"Is it because if you marry me later I'll look fat in my dress?"
Hermione asked, and Harry began to think that these questions were absolutely not
fair.

"NO! I love you. I want to marry you. I want everyone to know how much I
love you, what we did, what we've made," he pressed his hand harder
against her belly. "I love you, and I want you to marry me so I can love
you whenever I want and no one will tease us-"

"They'll always tease us," Hermione remarked tearfully.

Harry gave a weak chuckle. "I'm sure they will." He turned serious.
"Marry me?" he asked again, dropping a soft kiss on the side of her
neck. Hermione nodded and leaned back into him with a sigh.

"I love you, Harry," she said.

"About that celebration…"

"NO, Harry," Hermione scolded. "We can't. The doctor said we
should refrain from proper marital acts. . ." She made a face.

"But we aren't married yet, and I wasn't thinking proper,"
Harry told her.

"Then what were you thinking, Harry?" Hermione asked.

Harry kissed her temple and began moving his lips down the side of her face,
slowly, torturously. His hand snaked down her side from its position on the
side of her face, hovering over the space between her legs, and she knew what
he meant. Hermione broke away, gasping. "Oh, Harry. You don't have to.
It's not fair for you, all that frustration and passion."

Harry let out a low laugh and she shivered. "Don't worry, Hermione. I'll
be fine. But you..." he shook his head, "what you're going to have to
go through with this baby…I'm going to pleasure you every chance I get."

She reached up to stroke the side of his face thoughtfully. "You always
did have to be noble, didn't you?"

He shot a fake-hurt look at her. "I resent that!"

"What about Ron?"

"I told him to leave for the evening and not come back till tomorrow.
Late, tomorrow."

She smiled up at him. "Thank you, Harry," she said as he gently
pulled her onto his lap again and reclined against the arm of the sofa so she
was lying on her back on top of him. "I need this so much…"

"I know, love, I know."

Harry reached his hand underneath her and unzipped the back of her dress
slowly, torturously. His hands were warm as they slipped between the black
satin and her skin. He ran them down her stomach and up again, cupping her
breasts in his hands and rubbing his hands gently over nippnipples. She
wriggled, settling more comfortably on top of him.

Hermione was rocking her hips at the moment, crying out his name as he suckled
on her pulse point at the side of her neck. His hands were dropping caresses on
her body, moving southward slowly….slowly….slowly….yes....he was there.

Harry pushed his fingers tenderly into her folds and she bucked her hips,
pulling him in deeper. She was squeezing in around his hand and she was rubbing
against him as he expertly worked between her legs. Somehow, he always knew
what she needed without asking. He exa exactly what it was she wanted, for him
to pleasure her in that way….that only he knew…

Harry's thumb was running over her sensitive nub as she arched off on him and
into the air. Slowly, one of his fingers slipped within her body, and began to
rotate the finger leisurely, and she sighed. This never failed…

"Oh!"

Harry had simultaneously hooked his calves behind hers and separated her legs,
reached his other hand into her dress and parted her folds to grant better
access, and pushed his finger as far into her as it would go. He began to move
in and out of her body at lightning speed, rubbing against her clitoris at the
same time. She rocked against him. Wanting to feel more of him until…

"Dear LORD! Harry!"

She pulsated around his hand as a warm, wet heat left her body, rushing out and
relieving her tension.

Harry didn't move underneath her when he was finished, and Hemrione got the
message and drifted off into sleep.

"I love you, Harry," she murmured before sleep came.

"I love you too," Harry replied quietly. His arm tightened around her
waist and he pressed his hand to her belly. "I love the—no—our baby
too."

I could definitely get used to this… Hermione thought as his hand failed
to leave her body. Definitely. . .

FIN!

Three things for you to know:

The author’s friend is writing the a/n

The author is a virgin

The will be NO sequel. Under NO circumstances
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