Harry Potter One-Shot: "Show and Tell"
TITLE: Show and Tell
FANDOM: Harry Potter
RATING: MA/NC-17
PROMPT: forest, grass, morning
CHARACTERS: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger
PAIRINGS: Harry Potter/Hermione Granger
WORDS: 2002
SUMMARY: After losing his wand and finding out the truth about Dumbledore's past, Harry doubts the love he has experienced. Hermione takes it upon herself to show him that he is loved and can love again.
STORY NOTES:
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The grass was still wet from the early morning dew, but the increasing sunlight was warming up the area around Harry. He was still upset from the incident at Godric's Hollow and discovering the truth about Dumbledore but he had to admit, Hermione's suggestion to go lay out on the grass and let the sun relax him in its warmth was a good one.
It was only about an hour after she had left him on lookout watch that Harry heard Hermione's soft footsteps returning his way from the tent stopping right by his head, the sun casting her shadow over him. Harry blinked and looked into the shadowed face of his best friend.
Hi.”
Hi,” said Hermione back, timidly.
Harry rolled his eyes before sitting up and staring out at the forest in front of him. “I'm fine, Hermione. Really.”
It's okay if you aren't,” said Hermione softly. “There's nothing wrong with hurting, Harry, but if you hide and keep it all inside I can't help you, Harry.”
I appreciate it, but I don't think you can help me. You may be the brightest witch of our age, but I think proving that I was cared for and not just lied to and used by Dumbledore might be even too great for you. I thought I could count on my friends, but even Ron abandoned us and he's as loyal as a Hufflepuff. How can I trust anyone or care anymore?”
Oh, Harry,” said Hermione, dropping to her knees and wrapping her arms around Harry's neck in an embrace. “I'm still here, and I'm not going anywhere. Doesn't that tell you something?”
Yeah, that I've forced you into a position where you can't go back,” said Harry, laughing bitterly. “For Merlin sakes, Hermione, you hid your parents in Australia for me and how have I paid you back? We're stuck camping from place to place hiding our location with no idea of what to do next. Not to mention convincing you to walk right into a trap and nearly get ourselves killed. Some chosen one I am.”
Hermione shook her head, bushy locks of hair hitting Harry's cheek. “I'm with you because I believe in you, Harry. I've believed in you since the first day I met you on that train all those years ago while looking for Neville's toad. That's why I hung around you even though you didn't understand and Ron disliked me. Since that Halloween with the troll, I've had the two great friends: one that was safe and dependable but also thick-headed-”
Ron,” answered Harry.
Yes, that's Ron, and the other was a little more dangerous, soft spoken and heroic but also caring. That's you, Harry,” said Hermione emphatically. “Other people might have hidden agendas but you never have and that's what makes you who you are. Even when your parents were killed and Dumbledore left you to grow up with those dreadful Dursleys that treated you with disdain, you still cared. Cared about a nervous, clumsy boy who lost his Remembrall. Cared about your friend's younger sister who had a huge crush on you but no friends to watch out for her. Cared about a framed godfather who you didn't know about until he was supposedly after you. Cared about an older Hufflepuff who did his best to be true and honest and was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Do I have to keep naming examples, Harry?”
Harry turned to face Hermione, noticing for the first time her red eyes and the tear tracks staining her cheeks. “Only one, Hermione,” he said softly, reaching out to caress her cheek. “I cared enough to save a bushy-haired bookworm from a terrible fate because I knew she was a good person and someone I wanted as a friend.”
Hermione leaned into the caress, enjoying the feel of his warm palm against her cool cheek. “And I care enough to show you that someone does care for you, Harry. I know if Ginny was here she would do this in a heartbeat, and I'm sure she'd agree to my decision now because one of the things we've always agreed on is you, Harry, and your happiness. Let me love you, Harry.”
You don't need to do this to gain my forgiveness, Hermione,” said Harry. “You never needed it, I was just angry at myself and life and I took it out on you because you were the only one around. I'm sorry.” He started to move away but Hermione reached out and held him in place.
I don't want your apology, Harry, just your love,” she said, eyes shining. “Never be afraid to share your feelings especially with someone you can trust, Harry. You can trust me, right?”
Harry gazed up into Hermione's eyes, appearing shy and vulnerable in front of her. “Of course, I trust you, Hermione. With my life.”
Then trust me with your heart as well,” said Hermione. “Kiss me.”
Harry still looked unsure, so Hermione closed the gap between them, leaning down and kissing him. It started out as a light, tentative kiss that tested the interest and gradual it grew more intense as Harry began to respond and reciprocate in the lip-lock. Harry's hands slid down Hermione's shoulders and arms until they found her hands and tugged her down to the ground.
Not expecting that action, Hermione tumbled down onto Harry falling into a giggling heap on the grass.
Harry!” she exclaimed, laughing into his shoulder. “The grass is still wet. Wouldn't you like to head back to the tent and settle in on one of our bunks?”
Harry rolled them over so that he was on top of Hermione, pinning her to the ground. “No, not really. I really like being right here for some reason.”
Hm, I wonder why,” said Hermione slyly, thrusting her hips upwards to rub against Harry's pelvis. “I do think wherever we happen to be, we are badly overdressed for the occasion.”
I think I can fix that.”
Harry reached for the zipper of Hermione's hooded sweater and tugged it down, helping her slip out of it. Underneath she wore a faded Weird Sisters t-shirt with a simple white bra under that. Harry quickly divested her of both of them in a matter of moments, leaving Hermione topless and her nipples vulnerable to the gentle breeze.
Those nipples and the breasts they were a part of became the objects of Harry's fascination as his movement seemed to stop while he stared intently at them. It was only Hermione's persistence to take Harry's clothes off as well that knocked his mind back into action when his shirt started to block his view thanks to Hermione's urgent tugs.
Harry's shirt came off and shiver went down his back as he felt the cool air and warm sunlight meet his skin. Glancing down at Hermione's chest, the outdoor surroundings were having a pleasant effect to Hermione's nipples, they looked pert and quite erect much like a part of Harry that Hermione badly wanted to get to but was still restrained by his trousers.
Hurry,” said Hermione impatiently. “I'm getting cold and I want you in me.”
She unbuttoned her jeans and lifted her hips making it easy for Harry to slip her jeans and panties right off. Throwing the clothing to the side, Harry returned to between Hermione's legs and hurriedly unbuttoned his trousers to join her in being fully nude.
I can't believe we're doing this,” said Harry in awe of the girl lying in front of him.
Hermione propped one elbow up so that she could reach out and pull Harry down for a kiss. “If you wait any longer, we won't be doing anything.”
Harry nodded jerkily, and moved his hands down to grab Hermione's thighs and pull her tight against him. She slid against the grass, squeaking when his penis made contact with her vagina. Harry gave her a soft kiss on the lips before trailing down her neck, cleavage and stomach with butterfly kisses.
Please Harry,” said Hermione. “Fuck me.”
Harry swallowed nervously but followed Hermione's request, rubbing his penis against her slit, feeling the moisture of her lubricating lips wetting his shaft with every thrust of his hips. Once it started sliding easily against her red, increasingly swollen vagina, Harry stopped to lift Hermione's thighs and immediately slid into her snug tunnel.
Once he bottomed out, Hermione grunted and folded her legs around Harry's butt keeping him deep inside her.
I feel so full. Fuck me hard.”
Harry leaned down and stretched out on top of Hermione, put his hands on either side of the ground next to her and kissed her neck as he began to pound his hips into her. With every thrust Hermione shook and slid against the slick grass, her arms clutched greedily to Harry's neck and back, helping her vagina to slip right back onto his penis every time Harry pulled back for another thrust.
They grew quiet and the sounds of the Forest of Dean enveloped them as they stared into each other's eyes and concentrated on the love between them. Their moans and the slapping of skin from every thrust filled their ears, the blood rushed to their heads as they grew closer to reaching climax.
Harry's hips began thrusting erratically and jerkily the closer he came to ejaculation, with the clenching of Hermione's vaginal muscles beginning to clamp down on his penis and create a tight, friction that was making it easy for him to lose control. Hermione, knowing what was about to happen, reached down between them and began to rub small circles against her clitoris in efforts to reach her peak at the same time as Harry.
I love you, Harry Potter.”
Harry nearly stopped his thrusting when he realized what Hermione said but instead increased the frequency of his thrusts. “I love you, Hermione Granger,” he said softly, tears running down his cheeks.
Hermione pulled Harry down to her and caught his lips in a kiss when he finally let go and spurted his seed deep inside her. She could feel his warm ejaculation leaking into her vagina and that set off her orgasm, her vaginal walls clamping down on his penis milking Harry for all he was worth.
They began to glow from the union of their magical power, as their union made their powers flare and touch each other and surround them with the feeling of warmth and love. The forest around them quieted in awe of the love coupling in progress but Harry and Hermione didn't notice as they were too focused on the other.
With one final thrust of his hips, Harry collapsed on top of Hermione. She welcomed his weight, it was a pleasant pleasure that she never wanted to not experience again. Her arms wrapped around Harry and held him close as they recovered from their sexual activities. Hermione panted softly into Harry's ear, while he continued to caress her hip with his hand and kissed her neck.
That was amazing,” said Harry, between kisses.
Hermione nodded, and gave him a big smile, something Harry couldn't remember the last time seeing.
I love seeing you smile like that.”
And I love being able to show you how wonderful love can be,” said Hermione softly.
Pushing himself up enough so that his full weight wasn't still on Hermione, Harry gazed at the content girl beneath him pleased with having just shared his love with her when something shiny moving in his peripheral vision caught his attention. Snapping his head up, Harry looked out at their forest surroundings.
What is it?”
Harry looked back down at Hermione's concerned face. “I-I thought I saw a silver doe in the trees over there, but that doesn't make any sense. Must be my mind playing tricks.”
Maybe it was your mom approving of our love, Harry,” said Hermione, reaching up to caress Harry's cheek. “Merry Christmas.”
Merry Christmas, Hermione.”
FANDOM: Harry Potter
RATING: MA/NC-17
PROMPT: forest, grass, morning
CHARACTERS: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger
PAIRINGS: Harry Potter/Hermione Granger
WORDS: 2002
SUMMARY: After losing his wand and finding out the truth about Dumbledore's past, Harry doubts the love he has experienced. Hermione takes it upon herself to show him that he is loved and can love again.
STORY NOTES:
- Another alternate take, this one on the camping scenes in Chapter 18 "The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore" in Deathly Hallows.
- Written for Porn Battle IX
- Version of story for submission posted in this thread
- Crossposted to hp_fanfiction, harrylovesmione, dh_fanfic
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The grass was still wet from the early morning dew, but the increasing sunlight was warming up the area around Harry. He was still upset from the incident at Godric's Hollow and discovering the truth about Dumbledore but he had to admit, Hermione's suggestion to go lay out on the grass and let the sun relax him in its warmth was a good one.
It was only about an hour after she had left him on lookout watch that Harry heard Hermione's soft footsteps returning his way from the tent stopping right by his head, the sun casting her shadow over him. Harry blinked and looked into the shadowed face of his best friend.
Hi.”
Hi,” said Hermione back, timidly.
Harry rolled his eyes before sitting up and staring out at the forest in front of him. “I'm fine, Hermione. Really.”
It's okay if you aren't,” said Hermione softly. “There's nothing wrong with hurting, Harry, but if you hide and keep it all inside I can't help you, Harry.”
I appreciate it, but I don't think you can help me. You may be the brightest witch of our age, but I think proving that I was cared for and not just lied to and used by Dumbledore might be even too great for you. I thought I could count on my friends, but even Ron abandoned us and he's as loyal as a Hufflepuff. How can I trust anyone or care anymore?”
Oh, Harry,” said Hermione, dropping to her knees and wrapping her arms around Harry's neck in an embrace. “I'm still here, and I'm not going anywhere. Doesn't that tell you something?”
Yeah, that I've forced you into a position where you can't go back,” said Harry, laughing bitterly. “For Merlin sakes, Hermione, you hid your parents in Australia for me and how have I paid you back? We're stuck camping from place to place hiding our location with no idea of what to do next. Not to mention convincing you to walk right into a trap and nearly get ourselves killed. Some chosen one I am.”
Hermione shook her head, bushy locks of hair hitting Harry's cheek. “I'm with you because I believe in you, Harry. I've believed in you since the first day I met you on that train all those years ago while looking for Neville's toad. That's why I hung around you even though you didn't understand and Ron disliked me. Since that Halloween with the troll, I've had the two great friends: one that was safe and dependable but also thick-headed-”
Ron,” answered Harry.
Yes, that's Ron, and the other was a little more dangerous, soft spoken and heroic but also caring. That's you, Harry,” said Hermione emphatically. “Other people might have hidden agendas but you never have and that's what makes you who you are. Even when your parents were killed and Dumbledore left you to grow up with those dreadful Dursleys that treated you with disdain, you still cared. Cared about a nervous, clumsy boy who lost his Remembrall. Cared about your friend's younger sister who had a huge crush on you but no friends to watch out for her. Cared about a framed godfather who you didn't know about until he was supposedly after you. Cared about an older Hufflepuff who did his best to be true and honest and was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Do I have to keep naming examples, Harry?”
Harry turned to face Hermione, noticing for the first time her red eyes and the tear tracks staining her cheeks. “Only one, Hermione,” he said softly, reaching out to caress her cheek. “I cared enough to save a bushy-haired bookworm from a terrible fate because I knew she was a good person and someone I wanted as a friend.”
Hermione leaned into the caress, enjoying the feel of his warm palm against her cool cheek. “And I care enough to show you that someone does care for you, Harry. I know if Ginny was here she would do this in a heartbeat, and I'm sure she'd agree to my decision now because one of the things we've always agreed on is you, Harry, and your happiness. Let me love you, Harry.”
You don't need to do this to gain my forgiveness, Hermione,” said Harry. “You never needed it, I was just angry at myself and life and I took it out on you because you were the only one around. I'm sorry.” He started to move away but Hermione reached out and held him in place.
I don't want your apology, Harry, just your love,” she said, eyes shining. “Never be afraid to share your feelings especially with someone you can trust, Harry. You can trust me, right?”
Harry gazed up into Hermione's eyes, appearing shy and vulnerable in front of her. “Of course, I trust you, Hermione. With my life.”
Then trust me with your heart as well,” said Hermione. “Kiss me.”
Harry still looked unsure, so Hermione closed the gap between them, leaning down and kissing him. It started out as a light, tentative kiss that tested the interest and gradual it grew more intense as Harry began to respond and reciprocate in the lip-lock. Harry's hands slid down Hermione's shoulders and arms until they found her hands and tugged her down to the ground.
Not expecting that action, Hermione tumbled down onto Harry falling into a giggling heap on the grass.
Harry!” she exclaimed, laughing into his shoulder. “The grass is still wet. Wouldn't you like to head back to the tent and settle in on one of our bunks?”
Harry rolled them over so that he was on top of Hermione, pinning her to the ground. “No, not really. I really like being right here for some reason.”
Hm, I wonder why,” said Hermione slyly, thrusting her hips upwards to rub against Harry's pelvis. “I do think wherever we happen to be, we are badly overdressed for the occasion.”
I think I can fix that.”
Harry reached for the zipper of Hermione's hooded sweater and tugged it down, helping her slip out of it. Underneath she wore a faded Weird Sisters t-shirt with a simple white bra under that. Harry quickly divested her of both of them in a matter of moments, leaving Hermione topless and her nipples vulnerable to the gentle breeze.
Those nipples and the breasts they were a part of became the objects of Harry's fascination as his movement seemed to stop while he stared intently at them. It was only Hermione's persistence to take Harry's clothes off as well that knocked his mind back into action when his shirt started to block his view thanks to Hermione's urgent tugs.
Harry's shirt came off and shiver went down his back as he felt the cool air and warm sunlight meet his skin. Glancing down at Hermione's chest, the outdoor surroundings were having a pleasant effect to Hermione's nipples, they looked pert and quite erect much like a part of Harry that Hermione badly wanted to get to but was still restrained by his trousers.
Hurry,” said Hermione impatiently. “I'm getting cold and I want you in me.”
She unbuttoned her jeans and lifted her hips making it easy for Harry to slip her jeans and panties right off. Throwing the clothing to the side, Harry returned to between Hermione's legs and hurriedly unbuttoned his trousers to join her in being fully nude.
I can't believe we're doing this,” said Harry in awe of the girl lying in front of him.
Hermione propped one elbow up so that she could reach out and pull Harry down for a kiss. “If you wait any longer, we won't be doing anything.”
Harry nodded jerkily, and moved his hands down to grab Hermione's thighs and pull her tight against him. She slid against the grass, squeaking when his penis made contact with her vagina. Harry gave her a soft kiss on the lips before trailing down her neck, cleavage and stomach with butterfly kisses.
Please Harry,” said Hermione. “Fuck me.”
Harry swallowed nervously but followed Hermione's request, rubbing his penis against her slit, feeling the moisture of her lubricating lips wetting his shaft with every thrust of his hips. Once it started sliding easily against her red, increasingly swollen vagina, Harry stopped to lift Hermione's thighs and immediately slid into her snug tunnel.
Once he bottomed out, Hermione grunted and folded her legs around Harry's butt keeping him deep inside her.
I feel so full. Fuck me hard.”
Harry leaned down and stretched out on top of Hermione, put his hands on either side of the ground next to her and kissed her neck as he began to pound his hips into her. With every thrust Hermione shook and slid against the slick grass, her arms clutched greedily to Harry's neck and back, helping her vagina to slip right back onto his penis every time Harry pulled back for another thrust.
They grew quiet and the sounds of the Forest of Dean enveloped them as they stared into each other's eyes and concentrated on the love between them. Their moans and the slapping of skin from every thrust filled their ears, the blood rushed to their heads as they grew closer to reaching climax.
Harry's hips began thrusting erratically and jerkily the closer he came to ejaculation, with the clenching of Hermione's vaginal muscles beginning to clamp down on his penis and create a tight, friction that was making it easy for him to lose control. Hermione, knowing what was about to happen, reached down between them and began to rub small circles against her clitoris in efforts to reach her peak at the same time as Harry.
I love you, Harry Potter.”
Harry nearly stopped his thrusting when he realized what Hermione said but instead increased the frequency of his thrusts. “I love you, Hermione Granger,” he said softly, tears running down his cheeks.
Hermione pulled Harry down to her and caught his lips in a kiss when he finally let go and spurted his seed deep inside her. She could feel his warm ejaculation leaking into her vagina and that set off her orgasm, her vaginal walls clamping down on his penis milking Harry for all he was worth.
They began to glow from the union of their magical power, as their union made their powers flare and touch each other and surround them with the feeling of warmth and love. The forest around them quieted in awe of the love coupling in progress but Harry and Hermione didn't notice as they were too focused on the other.
With one final thrust of his hips, Harry collapsed on top of Hermione. She welcomed his weight, it was a pleasant pleasure that she never wanted to not experience again. Her arms wrapped around Harry and held him close as they recovered from their sexual activities. Hermione panted softly into Harry's ear, while he continued to caress her hip with his hand and kissed her neck.
That was amazing,” said Harry, between kisses.
Hermione nodded, and gave him a big smile, something Harry couldn't remember the last time seeing.
I love seeing you smile like that.”
And I love being able to show you how wonderful love can be,” said Hermione softly.
Pushing himself up enough so that his full weight wasn't still on Hermione, Harry gazed at the content girl beneath him pleased with having just shared his love with her when something shiny moving in his peripheral vision caught his attention. Snapping his head up, Harry looked out at their forest surroundings.
What is it?”
Harry looked back down at Hermione's concerned face. “I-I thought I saw a silver doe in the trees over there, but that doesn't make any sense. Must be my mind playing tricks.”
Maybe it was your mom approving of our love, Harry,” said Hermione, reaching up to caress Harry's cheek. “Merry Christmas.”
Merry Christmas, Hermione.”