Inside the tent, the air is thick with unspoken words, and the silence is almost oppressive. They both feel the absence of Ron keenly, but neither wants to dwell on it too much. Hermione, ever the practical one, has been keeping busy all day, but now that night has fallen, there's nothing left to distract her.
Harry, sensing her unease and wanting to lighten the mood, pulls out the small, enchanted radio they've been using to catch snippets of news. A soft, slow song starts to play. It's the kind of song that tugs at the heartstrings, lancholic yet oddly comforting. He looks at Hermione, who is sitting nearby, wrapped in her thoughts, and without saying a word, he extends his hand to her.
Hermione looks at him, her eyes searching his face for a mont. Then, understanding his intent, she places her hand in his. They both rise, and Harry gently pulls her closer. The tension begins to lt away as they start to sway to the music, their movents slow and in sync. The world outside the tent fades as they find solace in each other's presence.
The dance is not about romance but comfort, two friends finding a brief mont of peace amidst the chaos of their lives. They don't speak, letting the music carry them. As the song cos to an end, they don't imdiately pull away. Instead, they stand there, holding each other close. Hermione rests her head on Harry's shoulder, and Harry wraps his arms around her, pulling her into a comforting embrace.
At that mont, they are each other's anchor, the warmth of their embrace chasing away the cold, both outside and within. Holding each other close, they slowly sink onto the bedroll, not wanting to let go. The exhaustion of the day finally catches up with them, and as they lie there, still wrapped in each other's arms, sleep begins to overtake them.
As the first light of dawn filters into the tent, Hermione begins to wake, her mind still foggy from sleep. She feels the warmth of Harry behind her, his arm draped over her waist, a comforting presence in the cold morning. But sothing feels different—more intense, more intimate.
In her half-awake state, Hermione instinctively presses back against him, seeking more of that comforting warmth. Her hips move slightly, a subtle grinding motion that she isn't fully conscious of. The soft fabric of their shared bedroll only heightens the sensation, and she nestles closer, her back snugly fitting against Harry's front.
The movent feels soothing, grounding her in the mont. She's not yet aware of the intimacy of her actions, still caught in that hazy space between dreams and waking. All she knows is that she feels safe, warm, and connected, finding comfort in Harry's presence
"See what happens if you keep grinding on like that."
He growled into my ear. His hands were placed at my waist, gripping it. It wasn't my fault; I was trying to get comfortable. It was cold in this tent; the winter frost had rolled in, and we had bundled up for warmth. The only reason he agreed to share a bed with was purely to keep us from freezing our asses off.
We had been barely touching when we first bundled up; he had already warned and scared away from getting too close. I had grown uncomfortable in the spot I had curled up in, and I wanted to get more comfortable, so I started nuzzling myself back. He gave a gentle squeeze to my arm before he so rudely grabbed my hips, shoving away from being fully pressed against him. Sigh. At least he was letting stay warm.
After a few minutes, he huffed, relaxing, assuming I had either fallen asleep or I was too scared to move. I was neither; I just tensed there, waiting for him to relax. His gentle sleeping breaths soon filled my ears. His grip on my hip relaxed, curling to rest, pulling in almost. I wasn't going to sit here, still cold, when he was far warr than I was. I rocked my hips back a little more just to be touching him.
To my surprise, he pulled in closer, his warmth enveloping . His strong hands curled around my body to cradle beside him. He slled like pine. Traveling through a pine forest could cause that, though. I shifted my shoulders back to rest my head against him, feeling him adjust to relax around . His sleeping breath on my face.
The hours ticked by as I could suddenly feel sothing poking my ass. I sleepily opened my eyes, barely managing to stay awake enough to see what it was. It didn't feel like a snake or so sort of rock. I ran a hand back to see if a knife had sohow gotten into the bedroll but found nothing. Hmmm... curious.
He shifted so to pull closer, and I could definitely feel what was poking . It was him. Well, not his hand or sothing like that... but his Manhood.
I've never had to deal with this before. I could feel a thick blush co across my cheeks. I gave a small whimper. I could hear him stir so as he gave a big breath onto my shoulder. He nuzzled his hips onto before stopping, and I could feel him move so.
"Hermione, why are you pressing against like this?"
He said sleepily and concerned, his voice husky. I stamred, unable to make words or form enough of an answer. He just fluttered his eyes so more before grabbing my hips to grind his throbbing mber into my ass. It was rock-hard. He licked my cheek, settling back down to try to get more sleep. This idiot didn't understand a sign at all, did he? I couldn't really say much to cause a different outco, but I guess I will try to sleep as well.
I sat there, unable to calm down enough to get tired. My mind started to race with thoughts. I could feel his swollen mber slowly fading away to my glee. I'm glad I didn't have to deal with that much longer. He had other plans; he had firmly curled around him, pressed fully against . What ga was he playing anyway?
Sleep soon found , thankfully. The warmth of his body lulled quite comfortably to sleep. My body relaxed, held by him. I don't rember the exact point at which I fell asleep, but it didn't take long. I didn't have any dreams, but I woke up well-rested, thankfully.
He seed to have woken up before , running his hand along my side. His touch was delicate and smooth. I didn't expect this from him. I fluttered my eyes to look up at him.
"Morning Hermione..."
He said almost lazily. I frown at him, unsure of what to make of the situation. He leaned into my ear, opening his mouth to lightly chomp down on my ear. I let out a squeak.
"What was that for?"
I jolted my eyes towards him disapprovingly. He smirked, leaning in to press his lips against mine. The kiss was almost hungry. I squird against him. He quickly shifted a hand to brace the back of my head to press a few more kisses onto my lips. He scooted back , a little breathless. I shot him a look.
"Oh, calm down; it was just a kiss."
I rolled my eyes, wiggling, to turn away from him pouting. He leaned in yet again to plant a few nibbles at my neck. I squird. He chuckled in my ear before he gave a lick to the top of it. He slithered a hand to the hem of my dress. He snaked it up slowly to try to pull it off.
I tried to stop him embarrassed. But he used his arm to pin down. He yanked my shirt and pants off as I lay there under the blankets.
"Why-"
Before I could get more words out, he covered my mouth with his shoving his tongue into my mouth. He didn't stop there. I kept wiggling, trying to get away, but what he was doing felt good. He placed his hand on my hip to curl his finger under the top of my bloors. He yanked those off too. Our tongues started wrestling with each other.
He slipped his hand between my legs and started to rub. My hips bucked, unsure of this new feeling. What was he doing? I tried to wiggle again, but I was locked in place. I don't know why he was doing this, but I guess I have to accept it.
He used three fingers to rub. I kept bucking, trying to figure out what was going on. I felt so hot and buzzy. He broke the kiss, looking down at with dominating eyes.
"Hermione, maybe you shouldn't start sothing you can't finish..."
I frowned, trying not to et my eyes with his.
"Never mind that. Let see what we have here!"
He spoke with a warmness entering his voice. He threw the blanket off of , I tried to cover my body, but he gripped my wrists, pulling them apart.
"Such perfect round breasts. Why were you hiding these from ?"
He said in a tone I couldn't quite decipher.
"I wasn't hiding anything from you!"
"Oh, but you were!"
He leaned his head in to pop one breast into his mouth. He rolled his tongue over and over, flicking at my nipple. I squeaked, feeling heat spread between my legs. It felt so weird.
"Ahh~"
I let out a little confusion but decided to just let it happen. He sped up at the noise starting to suckle. When he pulled back, my nipples were pink and swollen from the suction.
He smiled at that.
"Did you think you would get away with teasing so much?"
He cooed in a teasing tone. I frowned, but he didn't let sulk for long as he shifted around to be on my side again. I could hear an unbuckling noise before he turned to press his body against mine. Fuck... he was really warm. He planted a hand on my upper thigh, prying my legs apart to slip sothing long and really warm between them.
Was that his shaft?
He smirked, shoving his hips forward and back to rock his manhood between my thighs. I whimpered, feeling needy. I could feel his breath on my neck as he continued to rock. He held on to my waist with his arm, making sure my thighs didn't close with his hand. I could hear him chuckle softly into my ear as he leaned in to give it a nibble.
I squird against him. I couldn't barely move.
"Maybe you shouldn't have tickled the sleeping dragon; then maybe you wouldn't be in his situation..."
He hissed into my ear in an authoritative tone. I wiggled against him again, but his grip was ironclad. I bit my lower lip to flick my eyes up to look at him. He smirked as he shifted back to use his hand to yank apart my thighs even further. He had a leg up in the air to hook his arm under my knee. He learned to be barely against , doing god knows what before I felt that warmth sneaking its way to be pressed against my entrance.
I give him big, full eyes as he presses his hips forward to pop just his head inside of . I squeak. He started to push the length of his manhood in. It almost stung as he hilted. I whimpered out a swear.
"Oh... I didn't think you would squeeze so tight around ."
He growled as he pulled out, then slamd back in. He made my body jiggle with the impact. He pulled my leg so it couldn't swing around and started to have his fill of my body. I continued to whimper out noises each ti he hilted inside of .
I could feel that buzz of pleasure running through my body like lightning. I have never felt anything like this before. It felt so foreign, yet pleasant. I gripped what I could in front of , my hands wandering around to find a spot to hold.
"Oh, sweet Hermione. You look so good beside ..."
He cooed into my ear and I could feel him shifting his hand holding my leg. He kept scooting his hand and arm till he had it right at the tip of between my legs and started to rub gently in circles. I could feel rocking waves of sensation fill and I blurted out another moan. He made slow, steady circles around my button.
I kept whimpering out noises that I had never heard myself make before. I could barely lift my head from the rocking sensations I could feel rising up and up as if I were running up a hill. So near to the edge, but not quite.
He kept a steady rhythm, surging forward to the hilt before slowly pulling back to slam back in. I could feel how warm he was pressed against . I could feel the strength of his muscles holding up.
He started to grunt and huff in my ear. I kept wiggling against him.
"I think I'm going to burst."
He whispered almost to himself. He started to tense, and he couldn't seem to decide if he wanted to pull out or not. I could feel him twitching. He decided at the last second to yank his body back to spill on my hip. He huffed in my ear as that erupting feeling rocked through him.
"We can't have you having a baby... yet..."
He whimpered out. It took him a mont to gather himself. He sat there, sitting up, staring down at as we both panted. He smirked and wiped off my hip and himself before discarding the cloth elsewhere. I could feel the feelings I was feeling still buzzing through . I didn't calm down at the sa speed he did.
He laid back down after a mont and pulled the blanket that had been tossed aside around . He pulled in close, like he had not long before, and slithered his hand to find where my button was again. He started to circle it nicely and slowly. My eyes flicked to greet him again, and he started to increase the speed before I was a puddle underneath him yet again. My legs started to shake, I couldn't piece together why, but they were.
I looked up at him, unsure of what I was feeling. He leaned in to plant a kiss on my lips. He kept that grin on his face the entire ti as my body rocked and writhed. I didn't know what was happening, but it was not sothing I could escape. I blurted out another swear before I could feel myself get launched off that hill I had been climbing.
I huffed for air, trying to breathe, but it was difficult. Just as it had taken him a mont to gather himself, it took a while to do so.
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