The Cover of Darkness

By Grande.Vanilla.Skim.Latte

She leant heavily against him, the crisp red hairs of his chest curling around her small fingers, inviting her to explore. The deep rumble of his chest alerted her to his consciousness well before the words were formed in his mouth.

"Hermione, this was a mistake," he whispered, moving his arm out from under her to stroke the hair back from her face, his pale blue eyes conveying his sadness.

"You say that every time, yet you keep coming back," she responded quietly, really wanting to shout, rant , rave, and force him to say the three little words she was so desperate to hear from him.

"I know," was all he said simply. Those seemingly simple words told volumes of what it had cost him to come to her again and again. She was never one to beg, nor was she one to chase; every time she had let him come to her and she had surrendered herself, giving them both what they needed.

She pushed herself up on her elbows, moving her fingers from his chest to his head, pulling at his head enough so that his lips met hers. The kiss was slow and unhurried, tongues make broad sweeps and her soft sighs filled the dark room, she knew in that moment that this would be their last time together.

She shifted restlessly above him, moving her thighs to either side of his waist and straddling him. She took a moment to savour the feel of him brushing against her inner thighs before reaching between them and grasping his semi-hard member. He gripped her waist and continued to make slow love to her mouth as she began to roll his length slowly between her palms bringing him to full arousal before slipping him between her folds and sinking down on top of him.

She remained sitting there for long minutes as his tongue duelled with hers, and his hands made lazy circles down her back and thighs. As he made his way back to her shoulders she began to move against him, not really thrusting, more a gently rocking that slowly and surely bought them to completion.

She lay panting against his chest as they both recovered from their exertions. He was the first to move, gently pushing to the side and sitting on the edge of the mattress; she pulled the covers around her and sat up behind him, leaning her forehead against his glistening back.

"I'd better get back to Molly before she realises I am gone," he explained, unable to look her in the eye.

"Ok," was all she could get out before her throat got too tight and tears threatened to spill.

"Goodnight, Hermione," he whispered, finally stepping up and away from the bed.

"Goodnight, Arthur," she responded, watching him walk out into her bedroom without looking back. It was several longs minutes before she succumbed to gut wrenching sobs as the darkness engulfed her in misery.

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