A/N If you recognize them, it's because they don't belong to me. All belong to the great JK Rowling, and I am only borrowing, I promise.
Harry found himself at a loss for words momentarily, but he stood, pulled her close to him and cupped her face gently with his hands. He looked into her eyes willing her to see in him what he felt.
“I love you, Hermione Jane Granger. Nothing could ever change that. Nothing that you did, or Malfoy did, or Ron did or anything that anyone else did or said. I am sorry that you felt like you had to hide this from me. I’m so sorry if I ever made you feel like you could be less in my eyes. Hermione, you are everything to me. Ron has always been my best mate, but you were like the other half of me. Even before I dared to let myself feel for you, Hermione, it was you who I needed. It has always been you”
For a moment her expression was unreadable, and then she broke. She was laughing and crying at the same time as she buried her head in Harry’s chest. He was a little startled by her reaction, but he wrapped his arms around her tightly almost afraid to let her go. Then a smile slowly spread across his face. She was his. Finally. He grabbed her around the waist and swung her wildly around the room, causing her to shriek with laughter. It was like a weight had been lifted that he never knew he carried, and he felt giddy.
He bent down to kiss her again, and he was blown away by her response. This was no Firewhiskey kiss between friends. This was the kiss that came from years of buried passion finally being released. Harry felt that he couldn’t possibly touch enough of her to make up for all the time they had wasted. his hands cupped her hips and pulled her closer. He was tentative at first but her moan of approval spurred him on. He tore his mouth from hers and began to trail kisses down her jaw line and down her throat. She gasped in surprise at first but tilted her head to allow him further access.
“Oh, Harry,” she whimpered as he bit down lightly on her neck. That simple phrase she has used a thousand times nearly drove Harry insane. He began to guide her back toward the couch, but Hermione pushed him back for a moment.
“No, Harry, not like this. I want to do this right.” That was all he needed to hear. Without a word he lifted her into his arms and carried her to his bedroom. They tumbled through the door and onto the bed, not even bothering to close it behind them. Hermione began to giggle as they landed but she sobered when he looked into her eyes. He was searching her for any sign of uncertainty, but she was holding his eyes with hers; matching his stare. She leaned forward and put her lips right next to his ear.
“What are you waiting for?”
That was all Harry needed to hear. There was no hesitancy or fumbling this time. Their clothes were being thrown aside silently and swiftly. This time it wasn’t some drunken mistake, but rather a conscious choice. He needed now, more than he could have ever imagined to show Hermione how he felt. He wanted to fuse himself into her. Any distance between them felt like too much. Their kissing was passionate, bordering on violent, but neither of them would yield at all. Harry felt lightheaded, but he couldn’t seem to stop.
The room was practically spinning as they finally wrenched themselves apart long enough to remove the few remaining items of clothing. Harry pulled Hermione tight against his chest shocked at how hot her bare skin felt against his. Every inch of her was lighting fires within him and Harry found himself trembling. His body seemed to be pulsing in time with is pounding heart, but he had become numb to anything other than her touch. He rolled her beneath him, and quickly murmured the contraceptive charm. Then he looked into her chocolate brown eyes. She gave him one very soft, shy little smile.
“Say it Harry,” she whispered in a pleading voice.
“I love you,” Harry replied, unwaveringly. He sank into her slowly, reveling in being with her like this. She was his. He made love to her gently relishing in the sweat between their bodies, the taste of salt on her skin, and the way her hands tangled in his hair. Most of all he cherished the look in her eyes. The sparkle that said she belonged to him, forever. Finally he could hold himself back no longer, and he collapsed onto her with a contented sigh. She trailed her nails lazily along his back tracing little patterns with her fingertips.
Harry rolled to his side to look at her and she gave him a contented little smile. He brushed a damp curl from her forehead, then leaned in to kiss her.
“You are absolutely amazing,” he said with a smile.
“You know what’s odd?” He cocked a quizzical eyebrow at her. “That’s the very first time I have done that because I wanted to.”
“Did it live up to your expectations?”
“More than.” She said softly. “I was with you. I got what I always wanted. “ After a moment a slight frown crossed her face. “Do you think we should have told Ron, first? D’you think he’ll be angry with us?”
“I think,” Harry said gently, putting his finger on her lips to shush her, “that we have plenty of time to worry about problems and consequences. And right now,” he said with a wicked grin, pulling her to him, “I have other things on my mind.”
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