Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns everything from the Harry Potter series.

Whispers in the Dark

The night hours were long gone and the wee hours of the morning had arrived. Yet no sun peeked from behind the ridged and cold mountains. The moon, still out, glowed brightly and full. There was no sound made except for the rare rev of a car passing by. A light breeze russled the trees and made the air fresh and crisp, as it should be during the late spring. It was a night some people try to stay awake for; a clear dark sky, stars scattered, full moon, and complete silence.

The population of the suburban neighborhood was fast asleep... except for a ebony haired young man.

He lay with his sleeping lover in his bed. The room was warm and their single bedsheet, tangled at their feet from unconscious movements, lay useless. Soft moonlight made it's way through the thin window curtains, giving the room a beautiful light blue glow.

Sheets ruffled as the man shifted his position to lay on his side. His eyes were closed, but his mind was wide open and awake. A sigh escaped his lips as he felt the warmth of his lover's body next to his. He held onto her lower back and kissed the top of her head softly. Minutes passed and he still did not sleep. He turned her over and held her from behind. Immediately the fresh smell of his lover's shampoo wafted into his nostrils. He breathed in deeper and held onto her tighter.

They'd been together for almost a year. Intimacy was no problem between them. There were no secrets, no issues, no hardships for them anymore. All their lives they had waited to experience this freedom, and they have it, all to themselves.

The man nuzzled the nape of his lover's neck. A small sound came from his lover. A sound of satisfaction and comfort. He smiled into the back of her neck.

Their rhythmic breathing nearly matched. His bare chest pressed against her t-shirt clad back. And his panted legs entwined with her smoothe bare ones, save for her underwear. The sheet was long forgotten by their feet, for they both had each other's body heat.

Another sound came from his lover's lips as he placed a small kiss on the nape of her neck. This made him think 'Is she awake?'

To test this he subtly brought his lips to her exposed ear and breathed, "Hermione..."

Nothing happened and he continued to lose himself in her scent and the feeling of her body so close to his. He opened his emerald green eyes to see his lover's shoulder exposed due to the large neckhole of his t-shirt she wore. The corner of his lips twitched and he gave the exposed skin a loving yet short kiss.

The feeling of her soft skin against his lips gave him the urge to feel more. It was like touching silk for the first time, like feeling the softness of a baby's skin, like having the perfect temperature of water cascade down your aching body, like listening to the most relaxing and beautiful song one will ever hear. He loved the feeling.

Slowly, he took his free arm from holding his lover and ran his calloused hand along the dip and flare of her perfect waist. The shirt she wore was riding up and stopped just above the waist band of her white lacy underwear. He brought his hand down to the hem of her shirt and slowly pushed it up past her hips. All the time as he was doing this, his soft green eyes never left his lover's face, to watch if he were affecting her peaceful slumber.

He ran his hand over her stomach and drew light circles around her bellybutton. His index finger made a gentle line upwards towards his lover's breasts, but before touching the perfect and pale skin, he made his way back down.

With only the tips of his fingers, he traced delicate shapes down her side, past her underwear and along her lean thigh. Softly, he caressed the smoothness of his lover's porcelain-like skin. He was touching her, yet hardly. His fingertips barely made contact with the softness of her skin. With his right hand he began to caress the top of her right thigh; just as smoothe. Time passed, and he didn't know how much, but he couldn't get enough of his lover and the feel of her skin.

Ever so gently, he ran his palm along the underside of his lover's thigh before placing his fingertips along the outside of her thigh. His breathing was deep and slow as he slid his fingers across her thigh. His hand went along the muscle and shallow creases. Then slowly, he started to bring his hand up higher.

His lips made contact with her shoulder, the nape of her neck, or a spot just below her ear. The subtle yet wonderful scent of satsuma took over his brain, making him inhale deeper.

He sighed her name quietly and buried his nose into her hair once more.

She could feel everything that he was doing to her, hear him say her name, smell herself getting aroused, and it was driving her crazy. She wanted to whisper his name, sigh, moan, do anything to show she was loving everything he was doing to her. She was scared she might startle him and he might stop. So the only thing she did was bite on her tongue and try to keep pretending she was asleep.

It got harder as he made his touch lighter, softer, more delicate. Now, both of his hands were touching her softly. His right began to touch her right thigh just as gently as he was to her left. She knew her heart was beating erratically, but she didn't know if he could feel it or not. When she noticed no change in his ministrations, she knew he couldn't feel it, yet. The more time that passed, the more relaxed she felt.

But when she heard him sigh her name into her hair, she couldn't help but smile and open her eyes slowly. Chestnut brown irises peeked from behind dark long lashes and pink lips curled softly. She let him continue to touch her as if she were a snowflake. Soon, she felt his hand move higher, getting ever so close to her center. She took a long intake of breath, hoping he wouldn't notice the tiny change in her breathing. Nipping at her lip, she felt her lover's hand move closer to her inner thigh.

More time passed and the small kisses he began to place on her neck were killing her. The hand she had under her cheek clenched onto the pillow. Her toes curled and she bit on her lip.

The hand on her thigh was moving so slow and she was aching for it to reach its destination. She wanted to squirm, tug at his hair, and kiss him feverishly. She wanted to let him know how much effect his gentle touch has on her.

Another minute passed. She couldn't take it.

"Harry..."

Her breathy moan of a whisper caused her lover to smile against her neck. He rested his hands for a moment.

She whispered once again, "Don't stop... please."

Just like that, he began to gently and slowly move his hand up once more. She turned her head to see him hovering over her. Emerald clashed with brown for a long second. He bent his head down and pressed his lips against hers. All she did was place her hand on his cheek and stroke it softly. After a long moment he pulled back and resumed his position behind her.

With a quick intake of breath, she felt his hand along her hip. His thumb traced over the small bump that was her bone. A few more moments passed as he caressed her lower abdomen with his fingertips. This other hand was still on her thigh and raked gently along her inner thigh. All this touching gave her shivers running up her spine. Right at the waistband of her underwear, he stopped.

Just like before, he brought his lips to the lobe of her ear and breathed softly, "Do you want me to keep going?"

Her mind was clouded with lust and it took her a while to hear what he said. All she could do was choke out a soft "yes" and nod. When she felt the stubble of his mouth curl into a small smirk, she bit her lip.

His fingers slipped their way past her underwear and into a light patch of wet dark curls. He nipped at her earlobe and licked at the shell as he ran his fingers along the damp lips of her sex. He slid his middle finger into her pussy, receiving a soft moan from his lover, and pulled it out. His slick finger circled around her sensitive nub, making her moan louder and move her hips from the sudden wave of pleasure that made its way up and down her spine. She ground her backside into his groin, emitting a quiet gasp from the back of his throat.

She turned her head and captured his lips in a rough and needed kiss. Her hand came up and her fingers threaded through his dark locks. Their lips parted and their tongues danced together in a slow caressing fashion.

His right hand continued to run along her inner thigh. His touch was so light, he knew he was feeling her, but yet, he wasn't. His fingers barely touched the softness and smootheness of this lover's thigh. The feathery touches he was giving her made her breathe erratically. Slowly he brought his hand up, but not to join the other hand. He softly pressed the pads of his fingers into her taught abdomen. He traced along the shallow lines of muscle before moving even higher. His hands began to sweat from the heat coming off of his lover, and the rise in his own body temperature. Beads of perspiration formed on his chest and along his forehead. His chest pressed against her back, making his sweat seep through her thin t-shirt.

She pulled back from their kiss and gasped for air. Another tiny wave of pleasure swept through her as her lover continued to rub her clit with his slick fingers.

If one were to walk in on the two right now, they would see the most erotic image. His left hand in her underwear, pleasuring her slowly. His right hand in her shirt, softly kneading her breast and circling her hardened nipple with his thumb. Her hand in his hair, tugging at his locks as he kisses her neck. And her other hand, moving down to join his. Her bottom lip caught in between her teeth. And all of it in the dim light of the full moon.

A muffled groan came from the back of his throat as she continued to grind her ass into his hardening crotch. He was sure she could feel his erection lightly jabbing into her backside. He loved her for wanting him to feel the same pleasure she is.

Another sexy moan escaped her lips. She whispered softly, "Go lower.."

With her own hand, she slowly brought her lover's hand lower, to where she was getting unbearably wet. When he slid two fingers into her wet heat, she sucked in a breath and moaned loudly. As he began to pump his fingers in and out, crooking them slightly and pressing against her front wall every once in a while, hints of his name came from his lover's mouth. She started to continue what he had stopped; rubbing herself. She cried out when he pinched lightly on her nipple.

His fingers moved in and out, going in as deep as he can. His pace quickened when the breathing of his lover did. He could feel her fast heartbeat against the palm that was still caressed her soft, supple breasts. His lips made their way along her jaw and under her ear.

Small words of encouragement came from her lips as she got closer and closer.

"Oh.. God Harry.."

"That feels... so... good..."

"Yes..."

"So close..."

Whenever she said something, a shiver would run down his spine and any blood he had to spare made its way south. He would always bite and suck and kiss her neck and ear to keep himself from making any loud sounds. All he wanted to hear was her.

Her breathing got louder, heavier, and faster. She knew she was tip toeing right on the edge. Louder and breathier moans and sighs came from her lips. Her hips shook.

He pushed his fingers deeper into her. She rubbed her clit harder, and faster.

After taking a large intake of breath, she let go of everything. She attempted to scream, "OH HARRY! FUCK--"

His lips interupted the rest of her words. He kissed her feverishly, and she kissed back just as forcefully. Their teeth nearly ground together from how hard they were kissing each other. Her fingers clenched onto his ebony coloured hair as she felt the denouement of her climax. As the long seconds ticked by, the euphoric experience she just had started to die down. She was still shaking slightly from her orgasm. His fingers were still deep inside of her and her own fingers were pressed against her throbbing clit. The only parts of them that moved were their lips.

A few more minutes passed by and they still had not removed their hands from where they were. He pulled back and rest his sweating forehead on hers. He stared into her dark eyes. All he saw was love, passion, and Hermione.

She blinked and turned around, making him remove his hand from her sex and her breast. She looked up at him through her long eyelashes and took his left hand and brought it up to her mouth.

He stared.

A/N: So...? I didn't say their names much because I was listening to Whispers In The Dark by Yanni, not by Skillet even though it's a good song, and it had no lyrics. Just pure instrumental (link to the song on my profile). I thought it'd be nice to have a bit of anonymity. Review. (: