Part IV

IV.

She smiled brilliantly and began planting kisses on his naked chest. Harry sighed in pleasure and began rubbing her back, occasionally sliding his hands over her ribs and giving her jiggling breasts a squeeze or her nipples a light pinch. She would then sigh against his chest, and her warm breath fluttered pleasurably over his skin, skin that was moist from her kisses. Long forgotten was the slight chill in the air. Harry felt as if he was burning.

He became even hotter when she, like he had done, added tongue and teeth to the kisses. He really liked it when she twirled her tongue over his nipples, and he swore his toes curled when she took one nipple between her teeth and pulled. And then she bit, a little too hard to be comfortable, and another flash of lust shot through him.

Hermione smirked up at him. 'Again?' she asked innocently.

'You ... minx!'

She laughed and then squealed as he smacked her bum.

'Ow, Harry!'

'That's what you get for torturing me!'

She giggled and bit him again. Harry yelped and smacked her, harder this time, then shoved her away.

'Heavens, girl, if you don't take care, I'll throw you on that desk and have my way with you.'

Stunned, he saw her eyes glaze over. Slowly, she licked her lips.

'Really?' she asked huskily.

Harry swallowed. 'Y-yeah ...'

'Uhhh ...' She shuddered. 'And what would you do?'

He gaped at her. She could not really have asked that question, could she?

'What, Harry?'

'Um ...' He shivered and closed his eyes. 'I'd ... pin you down and ... shove that skirt up and ... and your knickers down and ...' He grasped his erection through his trousers and squeezed, hard, to relieve the mounting pressure. It didn't help any, the damn bastard being lucky for the attention he got!

'And ...' prompted Hermione breathlessly.

Harry groaned as his imagination showed him in multi-colour and Dolby-surround what he'd do. He gasped and lunged at her, shoving her back against the nearest desk. She cried out, surprised, but didn't resist, and he pushed her back onto the desk. He scrambled after her and pinned her down, hovering above her on his knees, her hands held above her head by her wrists. They stared at each other, breathing hard.

'Harry ...' she sighed and arched her back up, and he swooped down and kissed her hungrily. She kissed back and tried to wriggle her hands free, but he refused to let go. Grasping both her wrists with one hand, he let the other trail down her arm, over her shoulder and breast, over her ribs and stomach to her skirt and further down. When he reached the hem, he slipped his hand underneath and trailed it up her leg. Hermione quivered and moaned, and Harry began to tremble the further his hand slipped up her leg. They both gasped when his fingertips touched the damp bit between her legs.

Harry's mind went on over-drive as he felt her. The heat and the unmistakable moisture aroused him to hitherto unknown heights. Vaguely he remembered someone telling him that moisture was good, but he couldn't recall who it was or why this was good. He slipped one finger into her knickers and brushed her pussy with the back of it. She moaned and wriggled, and he moaned back as the coarse locks tickled his finger. His conscious brain shut down, and Harry acted on feeling alone.

He removed his hand and shifted his body so that he was now lying by Hermione's side, which was damn awkward on the desk, but he was too determined to reach his goal to pay heed to it. She struggled again to get her hands free, but again he didn't let go, only bit her lower lip before he resumed his passionate kiss. She whimpered but desisted.

Then, he shoved her skirt up and out of the way, and hooked his fingers around the waistband of her white knickers. Slowly, he pulled them down, brushing his knuckles over her skin and then over the soft, hot, wet folds of her sex. Hermione cried out softly and bucked up her hips until Harry released her knickers to push her hips down. When she lay still, he pulled her knickers down as far as he could reach, and then, to his surprise, she lifted her legs so that he could slip them off entirely.

Slowly, a little hesitantly, he trailed his hand up over her leg and to his goal at the juncture of her thighs. She sighed and opened her legs to give him access, and then he felt her, felt the incredible softness, the heat and hot moisture of her sex. Curiously, he slid one trembling finger through the folds, revelling in the feeling. So soft, so unlike himself ... playfully, he tugged on the coarse locks and was rewarded with a muffled groan. And then he felt the small nub under his fingertips, and she tore her mouth away to gasp for breath, and then exhaled it in a long, drawn-out moan.

'Harry ...'

Gentle, gentle, a voice hummed inside of his head in time with his heartbeat. Yes, gentle, careful, not too much pressure, he remembered. The Weasley twins had told him that, years ago, after the Veela incident at the World Cup. They had graciously taken the task upon themselves to tell Ron about the birds and the bees, and Harry as well, since he had been sitting with Ron. Embarrassed, the two had listened to the "good advice", but now Harry was grateful. As Hermione moaned blissfully under his gentle caresses, he decided he'd have to give them another sack of Galleons.

He let go of her wrists and propped himself up on his elbow to watch her face as he moved his fingertips in small circles over her clitoris. Her eyes were closed and she bit her lip, now and then wrinkling her brow. Her hands grabbed the cloth of her skirt and clung to it. Her legs opened wider, and her hips began to move against his fingers.

'Harry ...' she whimpered. 'Oh, dear ... dear God ... oh, Harry!'

He groaned and buried his face in her hair, determined to give her as much pleasure as he could before he burst. This, he was afraid, wouldn't be long. Her thigh rubbed over his erection every time she moved, stimulating him to a painful extent, and he had no idea how he had managed to hold it in so far. Or for how long he could if she kept tormenting him like that.

'Ohh ... good, so good ...' she whispered at his ear. 'Hmm ... Harry ... a little more pressure ...'

It took a moment till his brain had understood and another moment until he could act on it. Slowly, he heightened the pressure on the tiny nub.

'Uhh ... uh, yesss ...'

Harry bit her neck. She cried out softly and flexed her hips up against his finger. One of her hands tangled in his hair and caressed his scalp, his back. And she kept whispering.

'Oh, ohhh, Harry ... little faster ... yesss ... faster ...'

He sped up until she writhed in ecstasy, then slowed down again.

'Nooo,' she moaned.

But he had something else in mind, and while his thumb kept rubbing her clit, he extended his middle finger down and found the hot, wet entrance to her body. Both drew in a shaky breath, Hermione moaned, and Harry clenched his teeth and let his finger slip in, trying not to think of the other part of his body that wanted to be inside of her.

Hermione tensed a little and her fingernails dug into his bare shoulder. The tiny pinpricks of pain cleared his head a little, sufficiently for him to know he had to go slowly. So, he began to tease her, dipping his finger in and out, going a little deeper inside each time. The feeling was incredible. She was even softer and hotter inside!

'Harry,' she sobbed urgently at his ear, and he could feel little tremors running through her. 'So close ... please ...' She tugged at his wrist and reluctantly, he gave up her inside for now and concentrated on her swollen clit.

Directed by her increasingly disjointed words, he caressed her, and she tensed further, the muscles in her thighs quivering, and then she cried out and clamped her legs close, trapping his hand between them, her hips twitching over the desk. He half-rose to look at her face and dazedly watched her lashes flutter and her lips curl back to reveal clenched teeth, through which she pressed odd sounds that sounded like 'enff, enff, enff'. Finally, her spasms died down and she relaxed, opening her legs, and allowing him to withdraw his hand.

Harry rolled onto his back and pulled up his legs, his hands in tight fists at his sides, trying to control himself, to suppress the urge to grab her and thrust inside her body ... Breathe, breathe, he ordered himself. Don't look at her, don't touch her, think of Malfoy ... Snape ... cool down, you can do that.

A hand on his shoulder jerked him out of his litany. His eyes shot open, and he looked into a concerned face that bent over him, a flushed face with glowing, satiated eyes. He groaned.

'Harry? Harry, are you all right?'

'Yeah,' he croaked. 'All right.'

'Harry ...'

'Hm ...?'

She kissed him softly. 'Your turn.'

He groaned and shook his head.

'What? Why?'

'Can't ... You touch me now ... I wouldn't ... couldn't ... control ...'

She kissed his shoulder and chest. 'That's okay.'

'No ... no, it's not! I'd ... hurt you ...'

She sighed. 'Geez, Harry. I know what will happen. I've read the books!'

He managed a strangled laugh at that and said inwards thanks as she vanished from his side. He heard her move and the rustle of clothes, and then gasped as he felt her pull off his trainers. Raising his head, he peered past his knees and felt her remove his socks.

'Hermione?'

Her head appeared over his propped up knees. She grinned. 'My turn to practise,' she announced and tugged on his legs.

'Hermione!'

'Just relax, Harry. Now, be a good boy and stretch your legs.'

Harry groaned and hit his head against the desk, but did what she wanted, allowing her to lay his legs on another desk that she pulled up, and didn't offer any resistance as she struggled with his fly and pulled down his jeans and boxers. The sight of her, totally naked, her breasts swinging with each motion, mesmerised him. He blinked as she crawled up next to him.

'Hermione ...'

She kissed him swiftly and then knelt at his side, her attention on his straining cock. For a moment, insecurity penetrated the haze. What would she think of him? Was it okay? Long enough? He peered at her face. She was smiling dreamily as she looked down and watched a small droplet of a pearly liquid seep out of the head.

'Oh!' she exclaimed softly. 'Is that pre-cum?'

Harry couldn't help the grin that spread. She was incredible, Hermione. Only she could start asking questions in such a situation. She saw his grin as she looked up to him and blushed.

'Sorry,' she said and lowered her eyes. 'Um ... not the right moment. I promise, no more questions.'

He grunted. 'You wouldn't be Hermione if you didn't. Now, are you going to do something or stare at me until I burst?'

She giggled and wrapped one hand around him, and he cursed himself for suggesting she touch him. Even this simple touch had him close to orgasm. Hastily, he reached down and cupped his balls, pressing down to stop the building pressure.

'Oh, what are you doing, Harry?'

'Stopping ... stopping myself from coming,' he managed to say.

'How?'

He groaned.

'Oh, sorry. Where?'

He took her hand and showed her.

'Not a good ... idea,' he breathed. 'Hurts like hell.'

'Well, why do you do it, then?'

'You'd deduct points from me for being uncooperative if you can't practise all you want,' he mumbled in a feeble attempt to joke.

She huffed. 'Humph. Can I touch you now?'

He nodded jerkily. She wrapped her hand around him once more, letting it slide up and down his length, occasionally brushing the head or base with her fingers. Harry closed his eyes and clenched his teeth. She continued to explore for some time, and then stopped.

'Um, Harry?'

He opened his eyes. She was beet red.

'Can you show me how ...? The books weren't very informative.'

He grimaced and took her hand, showing her how and where to hold him and guided her for some strokes, then let go and dug his heels into the hard top of the desk. Think Snape, think Snape, he chanted to himself. Snape who, asked his mind. He groaned as his attention was called back to Hermione. She held him gently, her hand moved slowly.

'Hold ... harder,' he ground out.

'Huh?'

'It won't ... break. Like this.' He wrapped his hand around hers and pressed, demonstrating her the exact pressure.

'But ... doesn't that hurt?'

'Nahh ... uh! Oh, bloody hell, Hermione!'

'What?'

'You're a natural! Keep going!'

She giggled nervously and continued. Harry thought he'd die. Who would have thought Hermione was so talented with her hands? Jesus, if the others knew, they'd pay her to give them hand-jobs! At that thought a sudden, jealous possessiveness flared up in him, and a part of his mind screamed, No! She's mine! I'll never, ever share her with anyone!

A sudden shift in the air made him open his eyes, and what he saw made him gasp and try to sit up. Hermione was kneeling above him, his cock in hand, a determined expression on her face.

'Hermione!' he choked out.

She looked up. 'I want to do this, Harry.'

'But ... but ...'

'Don't you?'

He closed his eyes as the admission was wrung from him, 'More than anything else!'

'Good,' she breathed, and his eyes shot open again as he felt her sink down. Throat dry, heart hammering in his throat, every single muscle in his body tensed, as he watched her guide him to the entrance of her body and then sink slowly down. His eyes rolled back in his head in sheer pleasure. She was hot, so hot, so tight ...

She sank down and he slipped inside, intense heat squeezing him in the most delightful way. He felt like he was enfolded by a tight, wet glove and bit his lip until it bled to keep himself in control and still under her as he felt her take him deeper. There was a short hindrance, an obstacle, and she hissed. But the next second it was gone, and with one rush he was sheathed all the way inside of her.

It was incredible, it was mind-blowing, and he couldn't help it. He grabbed her hips to hold her steady and thrust up into her. From far away, he heard her gasp, felt her grip his shoulders, but then all sound drowned out in the thundering of his blood in his ears as he moved, thrust up, again and again and again, tightening his grip on her, moving faster and deeper, and then she was moving with him and it was too much. He heard himself growl as he sped up, desperate to reach release, and then it was there, blinding, gripping, throbbing, and he shouted as his semen shot into her body in seemingly endless spurts.

Gasping, he fell down onto the desk, covered in sweat and feeling exhausted, sated and wonderfully peaceful. He felt a warm, soft body snuggle into his and opened his heavy eyes. Hermione smiled at him and placed a soft kiss on his lips. He sighed and closed his arms around her, holding her tight as his heartbeat slowly evened.

A/N: It's not over yet ...