It started off slow enough. Each kiss was a small declaration of love, their tongues teasing and hands exploring. He sighed, she moaned. He pushed, she pulled. Their bodies moving to an instinctual rhythm as their kisses came faster, their teeth biting, skin to skin but never close enough.

Harry's hand was tangled in her hair, gripping the back of her head and pulling it back, exposing her neck for him. He smiled, dipping his head down and gently bit her. A cry left her lips as she closed her eyes.

This went on for some time, a game of give and take. For every new piece of skin he tasted, she tasted two and soon the duo found themselves panting, waiting for the other to make that final move to something they both wanted, but were terrified to verbalize.

Taking charge, Harry looked at her. "Hermione are you sure?"He asked in between kisses, her mouth, sweeter than any Honkeydukes candy he could ever remember eating, was slowly consuming his every thought. He knew she wanted this too, but he just had to make sure.

"Yes Harry. Now –"she said smiling. "Shut up and kiss me." Her voice was demanding and damned if it didn't send a chill through Harry. Grinning, he fulfilled her demand, gently nipping at her bottom lip before covering her mouth with his.

Placing open mouthed kisses down her jaw, his mouth made its way painfully slow to her neck. His lips barely brushing against the skin, he let his tongue taste her sweet skin, giving plenty of attention to her neck, but making his way across her collarbone and placing a gentle kiss at the hollow of her throat.

Hermione's eyes shut as she savored the sensation, her hands gripped her hair, pulling on the jet black stands, smiling as she heard the low groan coming from her vibrate against her skin.

"Harry…" his name was honey on her lips as she tugged his hair, forcing his head up and his eyes to hers. Dark emerald eyes stared at her, filled with love, lust and an intensity she'd never seen before, as she took a moment to memorize his face in this exact moment.

Their lips met again and Hermione tried to pour everything into this kiss. Her love, her want, her need of him. She needed him to know there was no doubt in her mind that she wanted – no, needed, this. That this was right.

That they were right.

A soft breath left her lips and washed over Harry's face. He smiled, knowing that there was nothing more perfect than her in this moment. She laid back, her chestnut hair fanning around her in a dark halo, framing her pale skin and he swore in that moment, she was an angel.

Bare skin caressed with soft lips and gentle touches. Soft moans and murmurs filled the tent. A light giggle as Hermione's bra was flung haphazardly across the lantern, dimming the brightness and lending to their mood.

She smiled at how quick Harry was to rid her torso of that particular item of clothing, not that she minded at all. It was worth the look he was giving her now.

Harry just sat there amazed. He'd always imagined being with her, but he knew his imagination was a poor substitution now as his eyes roamed across her skin. He could never imagine himself with anyone else after seeing the beautiful creature in front of him.

His lips explored the newly exposed skin; making her back arch and soft whimpers turn to heavy panting. He was fascinated at how her skin reacted to his touch. The light caresses caused a wave of goose bumps to appear. A soft kiss gained a flushing of her skin, heating beneath his lips. When he bit down – her snow white skin turned a delicious shade of pink. And when he blew a small stream of cool air over her heated flesh, when he did that – oh he was rewarded with a beautiful flush that began at her cheeks and never seemed to end.

His tongue traveled lower, licking and tasting the light sheen of sweat that appeared. She wriggled, racked with anticipation as she watched him eagerly awaiting his next move. Smiling up at her, he circled her belly button; his hands resting on her waist felt the muscles tense under his touch. Lovingly, he placed a light kiss above her navel, next to the small freckle he'd just discovered and quietly declared his favorite.

Hermione smiled, her hand clenching the sheet as she ran the other through his tangled hair. Her skin was on fire, every nerve ending exposed and firing at an accelerated rate. The sensation of his skin on hers muddling her brain of all coherent thought as calloused fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her jeans.

A deft thumb popped open the button and the sound of a zipper sliding down echoed through the tent. Hermione lifted her hips, a silent confirmation that this was OK, and began shimming out of her jeans. After a slight hesitation and a deep breath, she decided to just go for it and slid her boy shorts down as well. Biting her lip she looked up at Harry, never feeling more beautiful when she saw the look in his eye. Shivering, she felt slightly exposed.

Sitting up on her elbows, she reached forward and gently tugged on his belt: a silent plea to make things even between them. Harry nodded and her nimble fingers made quick work of his belt, then his button and soon they were both bare.

"Hermione, you are so beautiful." His eyes roaming over her body, enjoying the view afforded to him as she lay on the bed. A beautiful blush crept across her cheeks as she smiled up at him. "It's true – you're the most entrancing creature I've ever seen."

Harry pulled her close, needing to feel as much of her skin as possible. Hermione blushed as she fully realized how badly Harry desired her, and her body reacted almost instantaneously, and she realized just how badly she needed him too.

She only hoped Harry knew that, knew that she needed him just as bad. She tilted her head up slightly, needing to feel his mouth on hers. She took his bottom lip between her teeth, gently pulling as she kissed him; soft and slow, kisses of love, little declarations of her feelings.

But something inside clicked and her mouth began moving with an urgency she'd not known before. Soon, they were kissing as almost a frantic pace, as if she'd never get to kiss him like this again. Their mouths melded as one, tongues touching, pulses racing, skin flushing; her hands grabbed at him, feeling the smooth skin of his back as she tried to pull him closer.

Harry pulled back slight, a little alarmed at how the mood had changed and looked into her dark brown eyes.

"Hermione, slow down darling," he said, smoothing her hair back and tucking a strand behind her ear. "It's just us now. There's no need to rush."

She shook her head, eyes closing as she grasped the back of his neck tighter. "No Harry – we've wasted so much time already."

"I know Hermione but…I can't rush this with you. I've wanted this for so long, and now that I have it – I'm going to take my time and enjoy it." He replied, placing feather light kisses on her face. "Let's just enjoy this – enjoy us."

He took her hand, covering it with both of his and brought it to his chest, a plea in his eyes for her to understand. She nodded, tugging an errant strand of black hair and giving him a shy smile.

The mood lightened in the tent as the pair smiled at one another. She realized that no matter what happened they would always have tonight to remember, they would always have each other in this moment now.

Her fingertips ran down his arm, leaving a fiery trail, and she lay back down on the bed, waiting for Harry's next move. She eyed his chest appreciatively, letting her eyes linger on his stomach.

"Thank Merlin for Quidditch," she mumbled, tracing the outline of his lightly defined abs. She loved that he was slightly toned – not bulky or over defined like some men. She let her fingers follow the dark trail of hair south but hesitated before dropping her hand down.

"Can I?" She looked up at him through her lashes and Harry almost barked out a laugh: Could she? He thought he was going to die if she didn't!

"Yeah…" he said his voice cracking slightly as she watched her.

She reached down and took him into her hand, the soft, cool touch of her skin on his overheated flesh wreaking havoc on his sensitive skin as she explored her "toy". She gave an experimental stroke and was rewarded with a delicious slow moan from Harry.

His head dipped down and he pressed a soft kiss onto her forehead.

"I love you Ms. Granger…" he whispered softly, nuzzling her neck and nipping the skin under her ear.

"Mmm…" she breathed, "Oh how I love you Mr. Potter…" Her hand released him and she raked her nails down his back, leaving faint red lines on the pale flesh.

"Oh fuck," he exhaled slowly. "That feels so damn good Hermione…"

She laughed softly, loving this side of him. He'd never been one to simply enjoy the moment and live in the now. His head was always clouded with preparing for the next strike from Voldemort or attempt on his life. But now, in this moment – he was carefree, he was a normal teenager. And they were a couple of crazy kids in love.

He smiled, a kiss silencing all further talk as his hands explored the curves of her delicate frame. Ghosting over her knee, his hand gently grasped her thigh. Softly massaging as he let his exploration continue higher.

A slight hitch in her breathing told Harry he'd found the right spot, as he brushed his thumb over her again. Hermione's eyes snapped shut and her hips bucked instinctually. Their breath grew rapid and Hermione's moans a bit louder. Harry placed a kiss on her knee, his eyes flickering up to her face.

"Don't stop Harry…" she breathed out, a moan overtaking the rest of her words as her hands clutched the sheet tighter. Her pulse quickened, matching Harry's pace as he slid his finger inside her, hoping to prepare her body for what was to come. His fingers played her body like the finest instrument, bringing delightful little moans and whimpers from the mouth of his beloved.

Her breathing grew ragged as she tried to fight the building desire in her. She could only imagine the pleasure when it was Harry inside her instead of just his fingers. She bit down on her lip, a strangled moan leaving her lips as Harry gently cupped her breast, his thumb brushing over her nipple and flooding her body with an intense wave of pleasure.

"Hermione – let go…" his voice was a distant noise, her mind too focused on his ministrations to hear anything else. She could feel it building, her nerves on high alert and skin on fire and her toes curls as a cry of "Harry!" left her lips as her body succumbed to desire.

It was the most beautiful thing Harry had ever witnessed. If he could watch her do that everyday – he'd die a happy man. A small part of him felt a sense of manly pride, knowing that it was his name falling from her lips like some kind of prayer.

Her head was fuzzy – her body relaxed completely and her bones felt like jelly. So it really was as great as people made it out to be, she thought to herself. She smiled, completely at ease and carefree, as she waited for her heart to stop pounding. That was, better than anything she'd ever felt. Her body felt so alive, so in tune with everything around her. She placed a hand on her chest, feeling her heart pounding as she closed her eyes.

Harry's hands took her out of her head and back to the present as he gripped her hips, fingers bruising the flesh as he stared at her intensely. Leaning forward, he brought his body flush with hers, their skin sticky with sweat and breaths heavy in preparation for the next step.

"Hermione – you have to tell me…" his voice was low and serious, straining as if to find the right words, "You have to tell me if I'm hurting you." The care and worry in his eyes made Hermione's heart melt and her eyes water. She smiled, bringing her hand to his face and ran her thumb over his bottom lip. Taking his hand, she pressed a soft kiss to his knuckles and nodded.

"I promise Harry," she whispered as a look of pure love crossed Harry's face and reflected back in Hermione's eyes.

He placed his hand on her hip, lining their bodies up as he looked down at her. Grasping her other hand, he entwined their fingers as she willed her body to relax, knowing how much more it could hurt if she were tense. Harry, reading her body leaned down and captured her lips, his tongue caressing the smooth skin of her bottom lip.

His kiss was gentle, loving and the perfect distraction. With a deliberate slowness Harry entered Hermione. She let out a breath as she looked up at him; his eyes never leaving hers as she encouraged him deeper with a nod of her head and he slid further into her. Harry leaned forward and kissed her softly, a final push of his hips and they were joined completely.

Hermione bit back a small cry as he filled her, her body not used to the feeling and she took a few calming breaths.

"Hermione are you…" Harry's voice broke through her thoughts, "Are you alright should I…?" He made a gesture to pull out of her and awaited her response.

"NO!" She cried. Her body beginning to enjoy the feel of him in her. "It's just a bit uncomfortable, but not bad.

"Harry – don't move just yet." She mumbled, testing her body's reaction by lifting her hips slightly, changing the angle. Grabbing a pillow she lifted her hips off the bed farther and placed it under the small of her back. The new angle eased the slight pressure she felt and she squeezed Harry's hand in reassurance.

"Well, if I don't move soon, I'm going to explode." He responded, chucking at her enthusiasm. "I'm going to go slow, don't worry, I don't want to hurt you."

The love in his voice and eyes made Hermione's eyes water and a single tear slipped out of the corner of her eye.

"Harry, you could never hurt me." She whispered, leaning up to place a kiss on his chest.

Harry smiled and began rocking his hips back and forth slightly, his hips flush with hers and their bodies entwined. He placed a hand on either side of her head, his body hovering above hers as she gripped his forearms.

Their bodies moved in tandem – like yin and yang they moved together completely. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around Harry's waist, as his pace began quickening.

It took everything he had not to just let the primal side of him take over. He reminded himself that this was the only time to get her first time perfect. He slowed to longer thrusts, trying to thinking of anything and everything to keep him from finishing too fast, though he was dangerously close.

"Harry – let go…" Hermione echoed his earlier words back to him as their eyes met. She gave a sly smile to the boy, no, to the man she loved as her back arched further into him.

Her body tingled.

His nerves tightened.

Their breaths grew heavy.

The tent echoed their declarations of love between pants and steadily louder growing moans in the night air.

"Hermione…" her name spilled from his lips as he pulled her body close and thrust one last time. He held her close, needing the feel of her skin on his. This was so much more than just sex. This was everything he never thought he could have, and finally he realized – he could have it with her.

Her heart was pounding frantically, as her lips kissed his shoulder, desperate for as much contact as possible. They lay down together; legs tangled, hearts beating to a frantic rhythm and arms still desperately holding onto each other.

Harry pulled a sheet over their naked bodies and he placed a kiss on her forehead. Her head heavy with exhaustion – both physical and emotional – curled into the crook of his shoulder, as she let herself get lost in his scent.

She was his anchor in this crazy time. She would always be there to hold him down. To be with him when no one else would. She was all he'd ever wanted, and now he had her.

Hermione's breath evened out and Harry watched her sleeping form. Each freckle was another reason he loved her, her soft pink lips were two more, but the look of bliss on her sleeping face was the biggest.

"You would have loved her mum, dad… I know I do." He whispered to the night air as he shut his eyes, smiling and letting sleep finally take him over.