Author's note: this was a request from 00Sakura00.

I was more than happy to fulfill it, considering what it entails (sex and some fluff) Hopefully it's any good. I try :)

it IS pretty hot though, so fair warning to the gentle of heart. Also, it isn't from any particular year and nothing specific with the actual plot of Harry Potter is going on.

Enjoy it!

Hermione grabbed her books and held them to her chest. She walked out of the classroom amongst the rush of students. She spotted Harry standing by the doorway, waiting for her. She took her time and walked towards him, eyeing the boy down seductively through the crowd. His eyes finally fell onto her body and he scanned the length of her quickly up and down, smiling at what he saw. Their eyes met for a second, and Hermione smirked as she saw the ever powerful "chosen one" struggle to use his books to cover the slowly bulging robe in front of hips. She winked at him and giggled to herself, turning in the opposite direction and quickly losing herself in the mass of students. Harry's grin faded and he tilted his head to the side. Why did she tease him like that? He took a deep breath and ran after her.

Harry reached the end of the hallway and looked left and right down both paths. She was nowhere to be seen. He stood up straight and frowned. He reached into the pocket of his robe and pulled out a piece of paper and began to unfold it.

"I solemnly swear I'm up to no…"

"That's cheating, you git!" Hermione called out, poking her head from around the corner.

Harry turned and smiled. Her light brown hair fell to side as she tilted her head to look around the corner. The hand that held the map tucked it quickly back into his pocket as he turned and jogged towards her. Hermione's head quickly disappeared back around the corner and out of sight. Harry reached the corner where Hermione was and looked down the new hallway. She was gone again. Harry shook his head and blushed. He turned slowly around and headed back to his dormitory.

God, why was Hermione so bloody attractive? Harry climbed up the stairs, oblivious to everything around him. And she walks with that damn gorgeous sway in her hips too. It drove him crazy.

Harry opened the door to his room and walked in to see Hedwig sitting on the window sill. There was a small note rolled up, written on a piece of new parchment and tied to her leg with a gold string. Harry grinned. Hermione, he thought.

He slid the note through the string and unrolled it, holding it tenderly between his fingers. The scent of lavender was lifted into the air.

"Your smile made me ache today, Harry. It's just been taunting my mind only too seductively. Come satisfy me, my love."

Harry could feel his length hardening, filling with blood. He looked up and grinned at the ceiling, his teeth clenching with excitement.

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Hermione stood up at the edge of her room with her back to the door, leaning on the wall and looking out of the window at the snow. The waiting killed her. She felt butterflies wreaking havoc on the insides of her stomach, writhing with unbearable, physical anticipation.

She heard the door creak open and slowly shut behind him: finally. Soft foot prints made their way over to her and stopped right behind her. She didn't look back. Her face was blushing uncontrollably. He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her into him so the back of her shoulders pressed against his chest. He was definitely taller than she was. He leaned down and pressed his lips into the back of her neck. She felt a tingle run down her spine as his lips opened and closed slowly, rubbing themselves along her skin.

He sucked gently, moving his hands from the sides of her slender waist to her front, rubbing his fingers along her hip bones. Hermione shuddered. Harry added his tongue to the motion of his lips, gliding voraciously along the indent at the side of her neck. His face was tucked neatly beneath the side of her jaw, their soft skin gently brushing against each others as his mouth worked along her neckline. Harry pulled her tighter so her butt was pressing on to his semi-erection. He sucked harder, making sure he left his mark of dominance on her skin. Hermione tilted her head back to allow his lips more room.

His hands explored her waistline, grazing along her hips with the tips of his fingers, sending shivers down her body. She couldn't bear the immense, tormenting flood of pleasure that surged through every fucking drop of his blood as it coursed through his veins, portraying all, all of his feelings towards pleasing her.

She let her hands down and grabbed on to his, turning herself around to face him. She walked herself around him, switching places, and shoved his back into the wall. She looked up and thrust her mouth on to his, opening and closing her lips as if trying to devour it. He kissed back passionately, leaning his head to the side and sucking on her bottom lip. Her tongue soon pried his lips open and invaded his mouth.

Harry snuck both his hands around her waist and grabbed onto her ass, forcing her forward on to him. She buried her lips deeper and deeper into his mouth and grinded her hips slowly and rhythmically on to his pelvis. She slid her hands under his shirt and rubbed his chest with her palms. His back was being pushed harder and harder against the wall.

He pulled his lips back off of hers and looked at her for a second. Damn beautiful, she was. He leaned forward and kissed the tip of her nose, then bent down and wrapped his arms around her thighs. He picked her up and carried her to the bed, laying her head down gently on to the pillows that were propped up against the bed head, watching as her messy brown hair flowed around her like a river of melted caramel. He mounted himself on top of her, sitting up with his knees on either side of her waist. He reached down and began to unbutton her shirt slowly. After the first four buttons he stopped and leaned down, kissing her exposed chest gently.

He dove deeper, licking softly the delicate areas between her breasts, digging his nose deeply into her skin. He took in her smell. That smell of hers that smelled of books and French vanilla and soft, warm, tender skin. He teased her with his tongue, and he could feel her squirming underneath him. Every time her leg touched against his he could feel himself getting harder and harder.

Harry lay himself down on her, pressing his hips on to hers and pinching her skin gently with his lips. Hermione moaned. Harry had never heard anything more fucking beautiful in his life. The pleasure got too unbearable for her again. She grabbed Harry's face and pulled it violently towards hers, attacking his lips again with swift, avid motions. Her hands cupped Harry's cheeks and pulled his face in towards her mouth, then pushed it back to speak.

"Strip me," She panted, pulling his face into hers and continuing to devour his lips.

Harry complied. He pressed the palms of his hands on to her chest and squeezed them gently, pushing her upper body away from him so his lips could escape. She unwillingly let them go. His hands got back to work at the buttons he was undoing. As they did so, he leaned down and kissed her right below her neck on her collar bone, then moved lower and kissed the succulent space between her breasts. He continued down as more buttons were undone, kissing her flat belly, pressing his lips over her belly button. The last button was finally undone and Harry kissed the spot right above where her pants started. Hermione's back arched, pushing her pelvis forward with the sensation of his warm, wet lips so close to her spot. Harry smiled, his lips still pressed against her soft, soft skin.

Hermione pressed her palms into the sides of the bed and sat up, pulling her legs from underneath Harry. She kneeled in front of him, grabbing his face by the cheeks and pulling it up towards hers. She attacked his mouth again, this time her hand sliding down his waist and grabbing his crotch, violently groping it with her palm. Harry's eyes shut and he moaned through their kiss. Hermione pulled back for a second.

"You like that, yeah?" she asked breathing heavily.

She shoved her face forward again grabbing Harry's lips with hers. She squeezed his package gently, and he whimpered in helpless pleasure as he continued licking and sucking her soft, sweet lips. Harry reached his hands down and unbuttoned her pants, pulling them over her curved hips without letting go of her mouth. She pulled her legs one by one up and out, kicking the pants to the floor, and wearing nothing now but lacy, black lingerie. She pulled her face away.

"My turn," she panted.

Hermione moved to the side and wrapped a leg around Harry's waist, turning him around and laying him underneath her. His head fell against the pillow and Hermione threw her face once again onto his and continued making out from on top of him. The insides of her legs squeezed the sides of his flat belly. Finally sitting up, she grabbed his shirt from the bottom and pulled it over his head, staring at his lean, pale, toned figure. His muscles tensed.

Hermione leaned down with an evil, seductive grin and began toying around one of his nipples with her tongue. She pressed her lips down on it and reached her hand to his head, running her fingers through his messy, black hair. Harry pressed his shoulders back deep into the mattress, fiercely arching his back and pushing his chest out, moaning slightly.

Hermione took her fingers out of his hair and glided them slowly down his face. He grabbed them with his lips as soon as they reached his mouth, and sucked them wet. She could feel his tongue squirming under the length of her fingers. She pulled them out and looked up, adjusting her position further down his body until she rested on his legs. She grabbed each of his knees with her hands and slowly rubbed her way up his thighs. Crazed sensations flooded his waist as his complete erection projected its shape through his jeans.

Hermione tilted her face forward and grabbed it with her lips, continuing to rub her fingers along his thighs. She licked the fabric teasingly, gripping onto it with her mouth. Harry's hips thrust forward as he grunted at the intense sensation and silently cursed the existence of the bloody pants. Hermione smiled. She had succeeded. Harry was being driven crazy.

She reached her hand up to his belly button and slid her finger down his happy trail until she reached his pants. She undid them and eased his legs out, smiling cheekily at the tent that was pitched with his boxers. She lowered herself onto him so their faces connected again in another fully fledged make out, their naked bellies pressed tightly together.

Harry rolled them over so he was on top. He unstrapped her bra and did away with it, feeling her soft, soft chest pressing against his hard muscles. Hermione leaned her head back, pressing it deep into the pillow behind her, and exposing her neck. Harry took off his boxers and peeled her panties down her legs. He placed his palms on the bed on either side of her shoulders, keeping his elbows locked straight so his body could hover just above hers. His knees were on either side of her thighs and he brushed his throbbing member teasingly at her entrance. She grabbed his biceps and squeezed them. She could feel herself become so incredibly moist with the excruciatingly painful anticipation.

Harry took the hint and thrust into her. She squeezed his arms even harder and moaned. He could feel how wet and tight she was as he pulled out slightly and thrust back in. Hermione's head flew back as he hit the spot. Harry lowered onto his elbows so her hard nipples pressed against his chest as he licked and sucked at her neck while thrusting his hips in a wave-like motion again and again right where she wanted it. Hermione shut her mouth tightly to muffle a scream as Harry continued. God, she had wanted to feel like this for the longest while…

Nice, yeah? i hope so.

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Until Next time,

-stbime