Part III

III.

Harry cursed and let go of her hand, running his fingers through his hair. Inwardly he called himself a bloody idiot. Not only had he forced his body's reaction upon her, the touch of her hand had only hardened him further, and it was all he could do not to grab her and throw her back over the desk and bury himself inside of her body.

After a moment of silent, pained misery, he became aware that there was still a warm hand pressed to his crotch. Incredulously, he looked down. Hermione had not removed her hand. She was still standing in the same position, half bent down, her hand and eyes on his erection. There was a fascinated, surprised expression in her eyes. She licked her lips and then gasped as the hardness under her hand twitched. Her eyes flew up to his face and she blushed as she met his gaze, but still didn't pull away.

'Unh, Her-Hermione,' Harry pressed through clenched teeth. 'You'd better ... let go.' He balled his fists at his sides to prevent his hands from grabbing her and himself from carrying out his fantasy.

Hermione blinked, looked down, then back up and ... gave him a gentle squeeze. Harry groaned in anguished delight. God, her hand felt so good! How would it feel if she touched him without the layers of clothes separating them? The thought of him in her hands wrested another groan from his throat.

'God, Hermione, you'll kill me!'

'S-sorry,' she whispered and pulled back, finally. 'I didn't mean to hurt you.'

He tried to laugh, but it sounded more like another groan. 'You ... you didn't hurt me, Hermione. At-at least, not in the bad sense.'

He closed his eyes at her confused face and forced himself to breathe slowly and deeply. She was really killing him! Why did she have to look so gorgeous in her confusion? Since he had his eyes closed, he did not see the sudden understanding on Hermione's face, nor did he see the speculative glow in her eyes. She bit her lip, cast a glance at his tightly shut eyes, then at his crotch, hesitated, and then lunged herself at him, sending them stumbling back against the desk behind him. Her arms flew around his neck, her lips claimed his mouth in a fiery kiss, and her hips pressed close against his.

Harry froze, then groaned, his self-control straining. She rubbed herself against him, and it broke.

His arms came up and wrapped around her, pulling her tightly against him. His lips opened to hers, and within seconds they were hungrily devouring each other. She kept moving against him, and he couldn't stop his hands from roaming her body, over her shoulders and back down to her bum. This time, she did not protest when he squeezed it. She sighed into his mouth and rotated her hips. Harry thought he would explode.

Her mouth left his and she dusted heated little kisses all over his face, his jaw, and then down his neck. He sighed in pleasure at the sensation her touches caused him. Her lips sent tingling sparks straight to his groin, and her hips flexing against his made even the last drop of blood in his body flow southwards, leaving him very light-headed. She felt good, so good, and he wanted more. He squeezed her shapely buttocks and pressed her against him in exactly the right position to achieve maximal friction. She moaned and repeated the motion, and they both panted at how good it felt.

Getting desperate to feel her soft skin once more, Harry lifted her skirt and grabbed her knickers-clad buttocks with both hands, kneading and massaging the soft flesh. God, it felt incredible! He could feel her heat, close to his fingertips, and the hem of her knickers under his hands drove him wild. He wished he could kiss her again, but she was still kissing and licking his neck and ear and, oh! She had found that spot behind his ear! He growled encouragingly, breathlessly.

'Do that again!'

'This?' she whispered and tickled the spot with the tip of her tongue.

'Uhh-hn.'

'With pleasure.'

Her husky voice whispering in his ear sent another flash of desire to his groin. And then she got onto her tiptoes and, her body flush against his, gently grazed her teeth over the spot behind his ear.

Harry cried at the pleasurable shivers coursing through his body and bucked his hips wildly against her. He felt a moist spot in his boxers and wondered briefly if he had come. It had certainly felt wonderful enough. But then he felt her soft stomach against his rigid erection and moaned.

She laughed, throatily, delightedly, and teased him again with her teeth. Harry's hips flexed out of sheer instinct.

'God, oh ... Hermione! W-what are you doing?' he ground out.

'Practising,' she purred and nipped at his earlobe.

Harry closed his eyes and drew a shaky breath. 'B-but ... Hermione, stop! Oh, God, stop!'

He gathered his strength and managed to push her a little away. At the sight of her face his resolve nearly broke again, but he gritted his teeth and refused to give in. She looked at him with misty, glowing eyes, a smile hovering on her lips, and raked her fingers through his hair, making it even messier than usual.

'Harry ...' she breathed.

He shook his head. 'N-no, Hermione ...'

She stilled, the light in her eyes dimmed. 'Oh ... you don't ... don't want to ...?'

Harry grimaced. 'Hermione, if we don't stop right now, I won't be able to stop till I ... I'm through with this.'

Hermione relaxed and smiled. 'Good.'

Harry eyed her in askance. 'Eh?'

She blushed adorably and twirled his hair round her finger. 'Oh ... it's just ... I thought ...' She raised her eyes to his. 'Let's take this further and ... and see where it leads us.'

Harry stared at her. 'F-further? Hermione, do you know ...?'

She shook her head. 'No, I don't. Not really, that is. Only ... only in theory. And ... well, I – I'd like to ... try it, you know? I ... I feel amazing! And ... you like it too, so I thought we could ... you know ...'

He gaped in absolute surprise. 'Hermione! Do ... do you know what you're saying?'

She nodded. 'Yes, of – of course. As ... as a practise, you know?'

He had to close his eyes and take several calming breaths. 'Ron?' he managed to ground out.

He felt her shrug.

'You ... really want this?'

She nodded.

'God!'

He pulled her roughly back into his arms and kissed her passionately. She gave an approving sound and wrapped her arms around him, kissing him back. They tumbled back against the desk in a wild tangle of legs, lips, and tongues.

'Hermione, Hermione,' Harry panted between hot kisses on her lips and jaw, and then he fell silent because he was busy placing open-mouthed kisses all over her neck and throat.

She writhed against him, sighing and chanting his name under her breath. Her shaking hands roamed over his shoulders and back, her fingernails digging into his sweater. Harry groaned as her hips once more thrust against his and pulled back from her.

She glanced up at him, a question in her eyes. Harry licked his lips and rested his hands on her shoulders.

'Hermione?'

'Hm?'

'I ... I want ...'

'What?'

He made an awkward gesture at her upper body. 'Uh ... un-undress you.'

She gave him a dreamy smile and let go of him. Grabbing the hem of her sweater, she pulled it over her head and threw it aside, then began to fumblingly open the first button of her blouse.

'No.' Harry stopped her hands. 'Please, let me.'

She smiled sweetly and let her hands fall down. Harry bit his lip and tried to focus on his task. His hands were trembling and the stupid buttons were too small, and the fact that her breasts pressed against the cloth of her blouse with every breath she took, only inches from his fumbling fingers, didn't make matters easier. Additionally, he had problems seeing the buttons correctly. His sight seemed clouded by some kind of mist.

He heard Hermione giggle, and then the mist vanished, but his sight blurred further. Stupid buttons, why wouldn't they budge? Finally, however, he had managed to undo the last one of them, and slowly, savouring the moment, he opened Hermione's blouse. His throat went dry.

The skin of her stomach seemed very soft, and she had a small mole right above her navel. Below it, there was a tiny patch of blonde hair, and Harry traced it with one fingertip, the hairs tickling the pad of his finger, before he looked up.

She wore a white bra with black embroidery, and it cupped her breasts very nicely. Harry's gaze stayed riveted to the softly quivering flesh that rose and fell with every breath. Hesitantly, he raised his hands and traced the hem of her bra. Hermione took a deep, shivering breath. Her breasts rose up as if begging for his touch, Harry thought. Gently, he closed his hands over the soft mounds, cupping them in his palms. Hermione sighed.

He looked up at her face and saw she had her eyes closed, then glanced down at his hands. His heart thundered somewhere back in his throat and he wished, wanted, but did not know what to do next. Harry licked his lips and tentatively brushed the hardening tips with his thumbs. Both Harry and Hermione escaped a breathless 'Oh!' as her nipples hardened further.

Harry gulped and did it again. Then, in a reckless spirit, he shoved her bra up and cupped her bare breasts. Hermione moaned quietly, but did not protest. Encouraged, Harry returned his attention to her breasts. They felt wonderful in his hands, warm and inviting, just filling his palms. His hands shook as he gently squeezed her beautiful breasts. Their quivering fascinated him, as did the darkened tips. He brushed them again with his thumbs, enjoying how they felt without the bra in between.

Feeling bolder now, he began to knead and massage Hermione's breasts, paying attention to what elicited a sigh and what not. Slowly, he increased the pressure, getting rougher, but she didn't seem to mind. He pinched the nipples, which made her gasp, and flicked them with his fingernails, which made her wriggle her hips against his. As he pulled gently on them, she dug her fingernails into his shoulders. It was incredible how tiny moves could elicit such reactions, and he felt proud that he could do that to her. Feeling all-powerful, he tweaked a nipple.

'Ow,' she hissed, and Harry pulled back immediately, feeling stupid.

'Sorry,' he whispered miserably.

Hermione caressed his face. 'Just not so hard. Everything else was wonderful.'

He looked at her, a shy grin on his face. 'Shall I kiss it better?'

Hermione moaned, and before she had even nodded, Harry bent down and placed a gentle kiss on the tip. Instantly, it puckered again, and he kissed it once more. Then, he kissed the other nipple, lest it should feel neglected.

'Ohhh, Harry ...' sighed Hermione.

It was enough encouragement. Harry dusted kisses all over her breasts, pushed them up with his hands and nuzzled the cleavage, then nibbled gently on the skin, and finally took one hard nipple in his mouth. Hermione gasped and grasped his head, pressing it closer to her, and he took that as a sign that she liked it.

Slowly, he began to experiment, kissing and sucking and licking the nipples, carefully observing what she liked and what not. But she seemed to like it all, even his cautious nipping, as her breathy moans indicated. Harry revelled in her noises and the knowledge that his touches were pleasurable to her. It was great, absolutely fantastic, and even the burning pain in his pants became secondary.

Until she stopped his downward progress when he dipped his tongue in her navel.

'Harry ...'

He looked up and then straightened. 'Yeah? Didn't you ...?'

She smiled. 'It felt wonderful, Harry, but it's your turn.'

His eyes widened in shock. 'Eh?'

She raised her brows. 'I need practise, too.' With that, she grabbed the hem of his sweater and pulled it upward.

'Uh, hey, Hermione! Stop! Stop, you're pulling off my ears!' Harry protested.

'Well, come on then, help me.'

Together, they freed Harry from the trap his sweater had become and then grinned goofily at each other. But Hermione had set her mind on paying Harry back for the pleasure, and she attacked his t-shirt. This time, he helped her pull it over his head, and then he stood in front of her, naked to the waist, the cool air slightly chilling him. Hermione stared at his naked chest, and Harry shuffled his feet, feeling unsure.

'Wow, Harry,' Hermione breathed finally. Harry blinked at her. She raised her hands and laid them on his chest, then spread her fingers and brushed them slowly over his skin. 'Wow.'

'W-what?' he asked nervously and peered at his chest.

'I ... I never thought you were so ... well, muscular.' She tested the muscles in his arms. 'Wow. It's a shame, really, that you always wear such baggy clothes.'

Harry shook his head, not understanding what she was driving at. But then she began to caress his nipples, and thought fled. He moaned and let his head fall back, closing his eyes, as Hermione repeated what he had done to her. He had never before had someone touch him like that. It tickled and tingled and felt wonderful.

But after a while, the tickling became a little boring. Harry opened his eyes and peered down at Hermione's concentrated face. She looked so serious that he smiled, but the smile quickly gave way to a frown. How could he tell her this was, though nice, not doing anything – well, not much – to him?

'Uh ... Hermione ...'

She looked up. 'Yes? Did I do something wrong?'

'No, no! Er ... just ... dunno ... harder, I guess,' he finished, blushing horribly.

'Harder? But ... I don't want to hurt you.'

Harry rubbed his scar. 'Just ... try, okay?'

Hermione looked sceptical, but pinched his right nipple, hard. Harry gasped and Hermione pulled back.

'No, no, don't stop! Do it again!'

Hermione did it again, then scratched her fingernails over his nipples. Harry moaned and closed his eyes again. They shot open the next second, and he jerked, groaning, as a flash of lust shot right into his bursting penis, and he felt more liquid leaking out. Hermione whimpered apologetically.

'Sorry, Harry, sorry.'

He shook his head, gasping for breath. 'No ... God, that was amazing!'

She blinked. 'Yes? It ... felt good?'

'Bloody brilliant.'

'Tut, tut, such language,' she mock-scolded and tweaked the other nipple. Harry sobbed at the flash of lust and caught her hands with his.

'Don't ... do it ... again,' he gasped.

'But ... I thought ... you said you liked it!'

'Too ... much. Do it ... again and I'll ... explode.'

'Oh.'

He exhaled deeply. 'Gimme a moment ...' he wheezed. After taking several, calming breaths he released her hands.

Hermione watched him with glittering eyes. 'Wow ...' she breathed.

'Yeah.'

'Can I ...?'

'Huh?'

'Um ... practise more?'

Harry choked on his laugh and then nodded. 'Yeah, I'd love you to.'