- Character Bashing
- Explicit Sex
Harry shifted on his side and pulled the blanket up, so it covered Hermione better. She moved in her sleep, her fingers curled into his T-shirt as she moved closer. The environmental controls in the tent ensured they were both comfortable physically so he could only assume that she was seeking some kind of emotional validation in her sleep. It made him feel guilty as hell. It was hard not to reflect on the years of their friendship and see all of his faults. He’d rarely been the friend she’d deserved, and that was galling because he owed her his life.
“You’re thinking too loud.”
“You’re the one that said that sharing a bed would facilitate intimacy,” Harry murmured wryly against her hair. He grinned when she huffed. “I’ve never slept with someone, so it’s something to get used to.”
“You’re more comfortable than I thought you’d be,” Hermione admitted. “I was thinking about the ritual.”
“And the sex,” Harry supplied.
“Yeah, of course, I mean it’s pretty hard not to.” She lifted her head slightly, so their gazes met in the semi-darkness of the tent. “I agree about not having sex for the first time in the circle. It could probably be awkward, and…frankly we’re supposed to hmm really enjoy ourselves to make the offering.”
“You think I can’t get you off?” He questioned and raised an eyebrow when her eyes went wide. “Challenging a wizard on such a topic is just asking for trouble, Hermione Jane.”
She laughed. “No, I didn’t mean…well…girls are different than boys.”
“Deliciously different,” Harry agreed and ran one finger along her exposed collarbone.
“Well, we’ve both only ever done it once so I’m concerned I guess that we’d mess it up in the circle.”
“I never said I’d only had sex once,” Harry corrected and scrunched up his nose a bit when she gaped at him. “I mean I took care with myself, of course, and used contraceptive spells. And just before I started dating Ginny, I visited Madam Pomfrey to get a health scan just in case but…ya know.”
“How many?” Hermione asked wide-eyed.
“How many times or how many witches?” He asked and grinned when she huffed. “Oh, love, seriously? Do you know how easy it was for me to get laid in that school last year?”
Hermione huffed. “Harry Potter.” She poked him in the side he laughed. “How many witches?”
“Six?” She waved a hand. “Wow.”
“It’s a perfectly reasonable number,” Harry protested and laughed again when she scowled at him. “Jealous?”
“Immensely,” she admitted and slouched down against him with a pout. “I only got laid that once and it was fine but gah, Harry, I’ve only had my hand since and that’s just rude.”
He laughed as he shifted Hermione onto her back with gentle hands and slid one hand right down between her legs and into her shorts. “It’s very rude.” He teased the lacy edge of her knickers with his fingertips. She lifted her hips a little and made a frustrated sound. “Easy, love, just making sure we’re on the same page.”
“Harry.” She waited until he met her gaze. “I want you inside me. I have a contraceptive charm already in place.”
Harry slid his fingers into her knickers and brushed them gently over the folds of pussy before pushing in slightly to brush over her clit in a slow circle. Her breath hitched, and she groaned.
“Let’s take off all of these clothes, then.”
“Yeah.” Hermione nodded her agreement.
He pulled his hand free and shifted so he could shed the boxers he’d worn to bed first then pulled the T-shirt over his head. When he turned to her, she’d already shed the little tank top and was wiggling out of her shorts and knickers. He tucked his hand into the waistbands of both and helped her slide them down her legs then tossed it all on the floor next to the bed.
Harry pulled her into his arms, and she pressed her mouth to his with a needy little groan. He realized then, that despite his intentions to take things slow, that it wasn’t going to go that way. Her eagerness was contagious and letting himself fall into it was a relief. They couldn’t give each other much in their current circumstances—the war had stripped them both bare in a thousand ways, but they could have love and pleasure.
He cupped one breast, and she shivered as he thumbed roughly over her rigid nipple. Harry pulled his mouth free from hers. “You’re lovely.” He slid his hand down and cupped her pussy. “Perfect.” Harry pressed one finger into her and watched her eyes darken with pleasure. “Talk to me, tell me what you want.”
Her eyes widened with shock, and she wet her lips. “Harry.” A blush stole across her cheeks. “I don’t know.” She sucked in a breath as he brushed over her clit with his thumb.
“Oh, love, now is not the time to play dumb,” he murmured. “Do you like this?” He slid two fingers in, deep and slowly started to fuck her with them.
“Yes.” Her breath hitched, and she shuddered against his hand. “Yes, that’s so good.” Her hand clenched on the back of his neck. “Would you…”
“Anything,” he said. “Well, almost anything.”
She laughed and inhaled sharply. “Suck my nipples.”
“Definitely that,” he agreed and lowered his head. He flicked his tongue over one hard nipple then drew it into his mouth.
She twisted against him, tried to get closer, and her fingers brushed over his cock. Harry couldn’t control a slight jerk of his hips when she managed to wrap her hand around his erection. Her touch felt more like curious exploration than an intent to pleasure which didn’t surprise him at all. Her curious nature was a delight even in the most mundane of situations.
He released her nipple and met her gaze. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth and sucked on it. “Above average. I won’t hurt you.”
“I know that,” Hermione said. “You’d never hurt me given a choice.” She rubbed her thumb over the head, gathering pre-cum. He took a deep breath when she lifted her hand to her mouth and cleaned her thumb with a flick of her tongue. “A little salty but not terrible.”
“Nice to know.”
“Are you teasing me?” Hermione questioned.
“No, love, not at all.” He pressed deep into her with his fingers and curled them slightly as he withdrew then did it again when her breath hitched. “Your honesty is refreshing and relieving. I think the best sex happens when everyone involved in upfront about what they want and need.”
“That sounds good,” she agreed and shuddered. “Merlin, Harry, that’s so good.”
“You should come,” he decided as he brushed his lips over her nipple then licked it. “It’ll make things easier.”
“I’m really close,” she admitted and took a deep breath when he clenched his teeth gently on her nipple then started to suck again. “I love that. It feels so good to get them sucked.”
Her fingers clenched in his hair and she rocked in his hand with a breathy little gasp that spoke to someone who was very used to making as little noise as possible when they came. The idea of her rubbing one off in her dorm surrounded by her roommates was unexpectedly hot. He lifted his head and watched her eyes widen as he pressed firmly down on her clit. She came then with a shuddery moan and turned her face into his shoulder.
Harry pulled his fingers free and waited until she focused on him before he slipped over her and to rest between her thighs which she immediately spread open for him. She slid one foot down his calf before planting them both on the mattress. Her hands curled over his shoulders as he sought her mouth. He braced himself with one hand after a slow, intimate kiss and used the other to position himself.
“Relax,” he murmured as he rubbed the head of his cock against her opening. Her thighs pressed briefly against his hips then she softened against him, body relaxed on the mattress. He slid in with one long, deep stroke and her breath caught. “Too much?”
“No,” Hermione denied and wrapped her legs around his waist. “It’s perfect. You feel so good.”
He gave her a few moments to adjust just in case then started to move. Hermione rocked into each thrust, soft sweet moans fell from her mouth in encouragement. Her hands slid down his back, over his arse, and he couldn’t help but shudder in shocked pleasure when she dug her nails into his lower back. She was far too eager for him to keep a slow even pace and shortly his strokes became hard and fast.
“Yes.” Hermione arched under him. “Merlin, Harry, that’s…yes, just like that.”
“I am so close,” he admitted roughly. She clenched down on him, and he tried to think of the most terrible things he could to keep from coming while avoiding of thinking of things that make his dick crawl up into his stomach to hide. It was a difficult balancing act. He worked a hand between them, rubbed over her clit, and she shuddered. “That’s it, love, come for me.”
Her legs fell from around his waist, and she lifted up against his hand eagerly, her pussy clenching around him so tightly that he couldn’t help but groan in response. “God.” He increased the pace of his fingers, and she rushed wet around his cock. With a groan of relief, he thrust into her one final time and released.
“Fuck,” she muttered as he settled some of his weight on her. She trailed one hand down the damp skin of his back. “That was fantastic. I’m totally going to ignore your ho-bag phase at Hogwarts.”
He laughed a little and pulled gently from her body. “Bite me.” Harry dropped on his back beside her and flicked her nipple.
“Though,” Hermione began thoughtfully as she stretched out her body and wiggled a bit against the mattress. “It’s nice to know you were able to learn something at Hogwarts. You clearly applied yourself to the subject.”
“I wonder how hard I’d have to fuck you to render you mute for about five minutes?” Harry questioned as he stared at the ceiling of the tent.
“You really are the worst sort, Harry Potter.”