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A Night to Begin All Nights	By : angelpi Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 13104 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer:�� I do not own anything associated with Harry Potter � not that
I would not like to � but alas someone else owns all of it and I am just
borrowing the characters to play with on the weekend. I will give them back��..I
promise.

Authors Note:�� Well this is my very first fanfic and
it had to be NC17, please be gentle and I will appreciate any comments you wish
to leave. I would sincerely like to thank English-Rose for her help and
encouragement with this story, you are a doll!!�
I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you�.

��..A Night To Begin All Nights��.

The
movie was good...great even. What was it about again? Who knows, and frankly,
who cares when one is exploring the deep recesses of your best friend�s mouth?
How they ended up in the situation they found themselves in is a story in
itself, one that may be explored by one of the two occupants in the lift.

It
was by some silent democratic vote they were heading to his apartment; it could
be said that it was for geographical reasons. Either way, the sooner they got
to a bedroom, or any other room that would offer some semblance of privacy, the
better.

The
lift was the room of choice on hand, or should it be hands?

One
of hers had taken residence on his arse, the other tangled in his hair ensuring
that his mouth would not leave hers anytime soon. He mimicked one of her hand
positions on her rear, holding her up against him, pinning her to the mirrored
wall, the other was massaging her breast. He thought he was being gentle, but
by the way her tongue was thrusting into his mouth all thoughts of savouring such
a tender moment were lost.

All
she could remember from the lift was a muffled �ting� signalling their arrival
at the sixth floor. A trip that seemed way too short by
normal standards. It usually took twice the amount of time on any other
day. He hooked her legs around his waist and stumbled towards his flat,
knocking over a vase that sat on the hallstand in the small foyer.

Oh god,
she thought, Mr. Pisani would have a coronary if he saw us.

She
would have thought more about it, had she not at the time been thrust up
against his door. The feel of him settling between her thighs and his movements
looking for the keys, made what little brain cells dedicated to such thoughts
quickly change their allegiance to ensure all cognitive functions were on the one
topic at hand.

Or
should that be hands?

After
all these years he could not be sure how to open his door. He fumbled with the
lock; how was he meant to get the blasted key into the damn hole while she was
sucking on his neck like that? It was not as if he hadn�t been dreaming about
such a situation. Of course he had. Who wouldn�t dream about the prospect of
bedding your best female friend of twelve years at some stage of teenage
hormonal dreams? She was everything he looked for in a woman and was the main
reason for the string of failed relationships that littered his past. All of
which was proudly stated in the media.

It
was always her, would always be her. And frankly he could not
see a future at all without her there. She was the one he could trust, one he
could depend on, one he could talk to, and he knew he was just as important in
her life as well.

Sure
everyone they knew speculated on their relationship. Giving their two bobs
worth that they were either dating or would at least make the sweetest couple
on the planet. They had both given up trying to assure people that their
relationship was strictly platonic.

All
that now seemed moot.

There
was no going back, how could there be, he didn�t think that teasing the nipple
of your best female friend�s breast actually constituted platonic affection;
especially when said best female friend was grinding herself intimately into
his aching groin.

Letting
go of her legs he spun them around closing the door with his foot. The noise it
made halted what she was doing. Comprehension on what they had done settled
between them. Brown eyes meeting green, and a whole conversation seemed to have
passed in mere seconds before any sound was made.

"Great
movie," she said.

"The best."

"Should
we talk about this?"

She
wanted to know where she stood. Her love for him started... it felt like
forever ago; she would not be able to handle it if their friendship was on the
line and she lost her best friend.

"No,
it will still be there in the morning."

"Good,"
she said.

She
was satisfied now; he could see her insecurities and either way after tonight
their friendship would still be intact. He assured her, not with his words but
with his eyes that this, this evolution of their friendship, was a good thing,
nothing to be ashamed or scared of, but was a foundation to something better,
and brick by brick they would build it.

Neither
one moved. The boundaries their friendship provided were gone. They were free
to love each other � no longer loving from afar, always wondering and wanting
the other. Yet with all of this information, neither moved, both remaining
still; viewing each other with their hearts, souls, fears, secrets all exposed
for all and sundry to witness.

But
someone had to take the chance. It seemed a game of Russian roulette had taken
a mental telepathy approach, and a duel was underway; for if one of them moved
their actions would not be polite. It would be gnawing, ripping, claws-bared
types of action, each willing to mince the other into submission.

Here
between them lay uncharted territory; him being the man-about-town type of guy,
and her; quiet, homely, studious, definitely na�ve about the wonders of
intimacy.

Yet
with him she became bold, she was the one that actually initiated the entire
sequence of events now before her, how she did it still remains a mystery. But
those insecurities were coming back to haunt her, as they were nearing their
crescendo.

Sensing
her hesitation, he stepped forward. Nothing had to be said; it was all there
between them, the way he cupped her face in his hands, the way ever so slowly
his lips met hers holding nothing but promises and tenderness. Their tongues
made lazy sweeps over every crevice of their mouths, pushing, probing and
prodding each other to new levels of pleasure.

Pulling
her flush with his body, the soft curves of hers moulded to the hard lines of
his sending the temperature rising between them both. As their body
temperatures raised so did the level of ardour of their kissing. Their tongues,
frantically swirling around each other, over their teeth, around the crevices
of their mouths, finding, digging, exploring - searching for the sweetness that
they both craved.

Hands
now find a new task. Hers have started the journey undoing the buttons that
hold the one thing that separates his skin from hers. His have already found
the smooth expanse of skin located on her lower back and are marvelling at the
smoothness and wondering if this patch of skin will taste as good as the smooth
column of ivory located at her throat.

Frustration
got the better of them both. The main dilemma facing them was the need to
remain kissing while divesting each other of their clothing. Breaking the kiss,
chests heaving to get the much-needed oxygen back into their lungs, he looked
into her eyes; the caramel colour was so warm, so inviting, and it was home.

�Are
you sure about this�, he said.

�Very
much�

The
urgent need to be together slowed; neither was going to leave the other anytime
soon, they had been together as friends for all these years and even through
their rough patches they always stayed strong for each other. Hurried touches,
frantic kisses, each struggling to remove clothing from the other, gave way to
gentle caresses, sweet kisses, and a want so deep it would be impossible to
reach.

He
prayed to whatever god he could, to ensure that this encounter with his woman
would not be the last.

Please don�t let this be it, he thought.�

She
pulled back from his kisses, losing herself in his eyes that everyone always
said were just like his mother�s; taking his hand she led him to his bedroom,
for what she had planned required the comfort of a mattress.

As
with all men, his bedroom contained only the essential ingredients; bed,
dresser, bedside tables, a lamp and yesterday�s clothes tossed in a heap on the
floor. The only required item on this list was the bed; all the rest was just
window dressing. No light was needed; the moonlight shining through the window
provided with them with all the light they needed.

Hands
also make maps of their journey, geographical masterpieces mapping out each
area.

His
lips play with the soft skin he found. Removing each piece of clothing from her
body was like unwrapping a new present. Something new, wonderful and exciting,
waiting and wanting to be explored, tasted and touched, mapping each new area
with precision, committing to memory her responses.

All
too soon they were bare. Bare to touch, caress, to
hold. There were no barriers left either mentally or physically. All that was
left now was to enjoy each other, completely.

He
backed her slowly towards the bed. Never before had he ever felt the need, the
desire, the confidence, nor the determination to be as close to someone as he
did right now. In the past, associating with the opposite sex was always
fraught with danger, they would either gather in packs and
make it near impossible for the average awkward teenage boy to make an
impression; they had always made sure that the girls would remember him, just
not in a good way.

She
was never awkward when they were teenagers. She was confident, sure and always
beautiful; to him she was. Others teased and tormented her endlessly, whether
it was about her family, or her constant need for learning; she always held
herself with dignity.��

Reaching
the edge of the bed, he did something on impulse; bending down while still
maintaining contact with her lips, he scooped her up and gently placed her in
the middle of the mattress.� As her head
hit the pillow she broke the kiss. In the past she thought she knew what love
or even affection for another person was, but never before had she seen it so
plainly written in someone�s eyes before. She had been at school with this boy,
no, man; and she had spent most of her schooling making sure that he was safe,
that he was always happy, she was even willing to watch him with other girls �
encourage it even, and she was willing to protect him at all costs, at all costs.

Touching
his cheek as his face hovered over her; she had seen the many expressions that
adorned his face over the years, but by far this would have to be her
favourite; to know that she alone was responsible for the way he was feeling
made her shudder as she lay beneath him.

He
reacted to her movement by running a calloused hand from her hip up to her
breast. The movement seemed knowledgeable but inexperienced all at once; his
touches were both tentative and sure. She was turned on, her body shook
everywhere his hands travelled, sparking warmth and desire all pooling and
travelling to deep within her stomach.

All
the time his hands travelled his eyes never left hers, and in much the same way
her hands were igniting his skin, burning and searing into his soul. He was
almost at the point of self-combusting.

That�s what the headline would say �Boy-who-lived
dies in bizarre bed fire�, he
thought as her hands made their way down his back to cop a feel of his arse.

Lying
on his side he took his time exploring every feature available to touch, which
didn�t leave that much out when you thought about it. She did the same. Running
her hands down his chest she noted that there were a few more scars than she
had originally thought. Not too many to indicate that he was brutalised, just
enough to indicate that he�d made sacrifices and seen things that most of us
would not.

She
also found the thing that defined him as a man; she had felt it before, in the
lift when she was pushed up against the mirrored wall, now she was seeing it in
the flesh, so to speak. Not too big and definitely not small.

How could I have
missed it after all the years that we have been friends, she thought.

Wrapping
her hand around the base, she started stroking him. Hearing a moan she looked
at his face, his eyes were closed and by the looks of things he was ready to
pass out in sheer bliss. Empowered by his reaction she took it a step further
by rubbing her thumb over the drop of liquid that seeped from the tip
effectively lubricating her hand in the process. His moan rumbled deep within
his chest, fighting to break free.

Feeling
bold she wriggled her body down the mattress until she was eye level with
manhood, taking him in her mouth, while pushing him gently on his hip to force
him onto his back. At this his eyes shot open, feeling the soft confines of her
mouth around him nearly bought the evening to an almighty stop before any real
action was able to take place.� He had to
make her stop. It wasn�t that he didn�t want her to continue; but he wanted, no
needed, to be with her completely
before they explored each other.

Pulling
her up beside him he kissed her firmly.

�Not
yet, later, we�ll do that later�, he panted against her lips.

She
could only smile knowingly at this.

Switching
places was easy; a quick push, a gentle prod and she was where he wanted her to
be, held captive with his weight; Oh! How he dreamed of this in the past, for
their future, with her, here, just like this. He had spent many wonderful
hormonal and alcohol induced dreams exploring this exact situation, but at
least the product of this encounter would not end up as a messy spot on the
sheets with him alone in a cold bed; this time they were together and who knew
how the sheets would end up?

Parting her
thighs, she cradled his angled hips, his manhood brushing her most sensitive
part, sending thrills to every corner.

Deeply
looking into his eyes the balanced shifted, dramatically, his gaze once gentle,
warm and loving shifted to raw passion. His lips claimed hers, hard; she
willingly allowed her mouth to be plundered; wanting all the time for him to
plunder her body in much the same way. A slight shift to the left was all that
was needed. She hinted to him the course of action he needed to take and
silently he took the hint.

Shifting his
body in the direction she wanted, he penetrated her warmth. She was so hot, so
tight and able to produced sensations that he had never existed before this
moment.

We were made for each other, she thought, as he filled her, touching each and
every crevice deep within her. She was becoming light headed; he was able to
make her feel complete, whole, and to know that she could be a woman whom he
desired rather than just an insufferable know-at-all friend.

�

Slowly, ever
so slowly, he moved his hips against hers, rubbing just the right places.� Her breathing quickly became rapid, short
shallow breaths filling his lungs as they continued to kiss.

Reluctantly
he broke the kiss; he wanted to see her eyes, see her desire, to see her love.
Desire was beginning to take over; he needed to feel her. He was more turned on
than he ever was and it was almost too much to control. A great man once told
him that the eyes are the windows to the soul; he was right. Desire, love and a
future were all there mapped out for all to see; it was like looking into the
mirror of Erised all over again.

Thrusting
ever so slowly into her body created the friction his body so desperately
sought. Her walls were clenching around him, her hips rising to meet his
thrusts stroke for stroke. The feel of being so intimately joined with another;
seeing someone exposed and at their most vulnerable was humbling for him to
experience, but knowing that they, that she, held such
power over him made the scales balance out. He was hers and she was his.

As suddenly
as the whole evening had begun the passion between them spiked. His mouth
sought her pulse point and her body arched in response. Feeling his mouth on
her skin was more than she could handle, she cried out and clenched around his
manhood as her release wracked her body with tremors. Goose bumps sprang up all
over her body as his mouth continued to assault her neck.

Running a
hand down her body, skimming over the hard peaks of her breasts following the
curve of her body he felt goose bumps rise under his fingertips. The balance
had shifted momentarily as he smiled against her skin.

Feeling the
need to empower him she grabbed his face between her hands and bought it in
line with hers. She could tell that he was about to speak, but instantly seized
the opportunity of his open mouth and plunged her tongue deep inside. His
continual thrusts wavered slightly at this action forcing his weight to rest
more heavily on hers as his arms gave way.��

Her
breasts were now pressed hard against his chest as he rolled them over, as
doing so allowed him to go deeper within her. She rose above him like a
goddess, his goddess, and there was no place more beautiful and more peaceful
on this earth that he had ever the pleasure of witnessing. Oh boy! He was
definitely in pleasure overload; especially when she leant back just a
fraction, placing her hands on the tops of his thighs and rocking on his pubic
bone ever so slightly.

Desire
coursed through him starting where they were joined, spreading and travelling
to every cell within his body. Thoughts passed through what little brain cells
were not currently occupied to the basic function of breathing and making sure
his heart beat at the appropriate moments; that for all of the crap things that
he had to live through, this, here, right now, with her was worth every
second.

As
she moved, her most sensitive part rubbed against the coarse hair dusting his
pubic bone, she soared to new heights of completion. It was as if she was
discovering a whole new side to herself, someone able to lose their inhibitions
and to see their lover do the same. Throwing her head back she screamed, it could have been his name or any other corporeal being
in the vicinity.

�Oh
God, Harry�, she cried.

He
lay underneath her; a cheshire cat grin appeared on
his face; he continued pumping slowly into her body to maintain the rhythm they
set before. Twice he had broken her, now he was heading for the mother of all
hat tricks.

Deftly
he rolled them over, receiving little resistance from the woman he loved. He
settled himself between her thighs, propping himself up with is left arm and
running his right hand from her knee to her hip, alternating movements from the
outside of her leg drawing ever so close to her inner thigh making her squirm.

Getting
frustrated at his deliberate ineptness, she grabbed his hand placing it at the
juncture of where they were joined, directing his fingers to the most sensitive
part of her womanhood. He quickly took the hint and touched her. She clenched
around him increasing the friction, her body was on a euphoric high; she had
transcended her own mortality as her body arched against his. He plunged
deeper, faster and harder into her body. Tingling formed in his outer
extremities and began pooling towards his groin. He was racing, what he did not
know. Completion? Maybe. Love? Yes. Home? Definitely.
Yes, he was racing home to her in every way a man could be with a woman.

Just
as suddenly, she cried out, pouring her unintelligible sounds to the moon as
she quivered and pulsed around him. That was his cue; with only a few more deep
thrusts he came with a cry of his own, her name sliding effortlessly from his
lips as he continued to gently thrust into her quivering body milking his
length deep within her.

Slumping
against her body he lifted his head to meet her eyes. Her eyes remained closed
as she tried to catch her breath; never before had she been loved as deeply as
Harry had just done. The entire experience was something she only wished would
happen, a fantasy to fuel every woman�s nighttime dreams.� She wanted, needed this time to commit every
minute, every extraordinary detail they had just experienced to memory; a
memory that would be revisited quite regularly both day and night for decades
to come. She could feel his gaze on her, intense, strong and so like him. She
was afraid to see what they had done, but excited all at once; never before had
she felt such conflicting emotions, she was always calculated, organised,
methodical; that was gone and it scared her.

But
what she saw when she opened her eyes startled her; for this look he gave her
made her still afraid, scared even; it made her unsure of she was capable or
even deserving of what he was giving her. She became insecure and fidgeted
beneath him, still joined intimately and her moving around caused him to groan
in response and harden again deep within her body. He smiled gently, loving the
feeling she evoked on him.

�I
love you. Y�know�, he told her.

�Do
you?� she asks.

�Of
course, you don�t think that I would do this with just any woman?� he
punctuated his statement with a quick thrust of his hips and her heart soared.
Not only was this man, this wonderful man who had been a part of her life for
so long giving himself to her bodily, but heart and soul too.

Tears
started to gather in the corners of her eyes, never before had she felt so much
love, from anyone.

�I
love you too, so much it hurts to think about�, she whispered.

He
visibly sighed at her declaration.

�You
have no idea how happy you make me, Hermione�, he said caressing her face with
the back of his hand.

�If
it is as happy as you make me then it�s a whole lot�, she replied.

He
bent his head down to kiss her gently on the lips. There was no more need for
words; everything that they needed to express would be more adequately
expressed with their bodies; the English language just was not enough to convey
the feelings they felt. Ever so slowly they recommenced the most ancient of
dances, moving gently to the rhythm of their own music well into the night.

*�� *�� *�� *�� *��

The
moonlight from the night before was replaced with the gentle rays of sun
dancing with the sleepy faces of the two occupants of the large bed in the
middle of the room. Limbs were entwined, ivory skin contrasted perfectly
against tanned muscles, masses of golden brown curls haloed around a mess of ebony
hair on the white pillow. The white sheet pooled around their waists providing
some protection of modesty.

��

The
bed was comfortable and Hermione felt reluctant to move. It was the first time
in a long while that she was able to sleep through the night without waking, it
was also the best night�s sleep ever; she smiled knowing that it was due to the
extra workout she placed on her body the night before. And if she guessed right
Harry also enjoyed the extra cardio-vascular activities; especially if what she
was feeling pressed hard into her thigh was any indication.

Shifting
ever so slightly she shifted position to look at Harry�s face, over the years
he had lost the gaunt look he had as a teenager only to be replaced with the
defining handsome features of adulthood. In all of his years everyone commented
about his scar, but Hermione doesn�t see it any more, to her it has always been
there � a part of his features, just like his eyes. Hermione could rhapsodise
the exquisiteness of his eyes for all eternity and still she would not be able
to pinpoint why she is so drawn to the emerald orbs.

While
in deep thought about him she failed to realise that he had opened his eyes,
sensing her watching him.

�Now
this is the way to wake up�, he teased.

�What
way?�

�Next
to a gorgeous vixen,� he smiled.

�A vixen? I think not, Mr Potter.�

�Oh
I sincerely believe it. It just proves my theory.�

�What
theory?� she blushed, clearly embarrassed but highly intrigued as to where he
was taking this. His right hand was making its way lazily over her hip towards
her breasts; if he continued on this path, pretty soon she would be showing him
just how much of a vixen she could be.

�That
quiet bookworms are the best in bed. It�s all the reading they do, the extra
research. And you do know, Hermione, that you do quite a bit of research�, he
punctuated this statement by curling his hand around her breast, fingering the
hardening peak.

Hermione
could tell he was quite proud of his theory, and frankly she did not care as
his lips descended to her throat leaving warm tingly trails spiking her
arousal. A sly smile came to Hermione�s face; ever since the night before he
called the shots, this was her prime opportunity to bring the ball back into
her side of the court and if played right she would be feeling the benefits
very soon.

�Well,
you do know that with this type of theory you need to complete thorough
research�, she panted in his ear. Hermione could feel him smile against her
neck.

�Research
that needs to be tested, over and over again, then tested some more�, she was
becoming breathless; the way his lips and tongue alternated along her pulse
point was almost mind numbing.

Harry
rose above her, looking down; right then and there he knew what was always in
his heart. He loved her more than anything that this world possessed; he knew
people would say that it was too soon, but frankly he did not care. He only
cared for the woman, in front of him, beneath him, around him.

�Well,
we had better get testing, Mrs Potter�, he smiled.

Hermione
froze. Her once comfortable world was now gone; it was going to be hard for her
anyway to handle the new dynamic to their relationship, but now she was
spinning uncontrollably out of control. Less than twenty-four hours ago, they
were friends, best friends; now he was giving her the world, all neatly
presented on a silver platter.

Harry
was not worried by her lack of response; he knew how her mind worked, she just
needed a few moments to process everything. Tears were forming in the corner of
her eyes, her heart bursting with the happiness and love that she held for him,
only him but was kept well hidden until now; even from herself.�

A
smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

�Is
that a threat or a promise, Mr Potter?�

�His heart soared, not only had she accepted
him in friendship, she was now committing herself to him for the rest of their
days.

�A
promise, definitely a promise�, he responded, as he resumed his experiment to
prove his theory correct.
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