RP: Morning

[rar_harry]

Date: 5 May 1999
Characters: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger
Location: Harry's room
Status: Private
Summary: Harry and Hermione wake up.
Completion: Complete

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[rar_hermione]

Someone was saying her name. Hermione frowned and shifted as she started to wake up. When she opened her eyes, she blinked and slowly smiled. "Harry," she murmured as she stretched.

Suddenly, she tensed and opened her eyes wider. Why was Harry lying beside her? It took her a minute to figure out that she was lying in his bed. A quick glance down confirmed that she was still wearing the clothes she'd worn last night. They must have fallen asleep again. It had happened a few times in recent weeks, though she usually woke up before Harry and snuck downstairs to her room.

"Morning," she said softly as she looked back at Harry.

[rar_harry]

"Er, yeah," he said, enjoying the way she'd stretched against him a bit too much. "Morning."

Her eyes went wide and she tensed, which made him scoot back a bit from her. It was probably understandable for her to be alarmed, considering this hadn't ever happened before, but as far as he could tell, nothing had happened or anything. He'd have remembered. Definitely.

"Sorry," he mumbled. "Reckon I should've woke you last night, or something, but I was -- y'know. Asleep."

[rar_hermione]

Harry moved away from her, and she wondered if he was upset that she'd slept there all night. It would be very easy to listen to the insecure voice nagging at her, but this was Harry. He wasn't angry with her about something accidental. Still, she didn't know why he'd moved.

"What?" He was apologizing? She frowned and studied his face. "You don't need to be sorry. We just fell asleep."

She reached up and wiped the back of her hand across her mouth before she moved her tongue across her teeth. She needed to brush them, but she was relieved that she didn't seem to have drooled in her sleep. "I slept really well," she told him as she dropped her hand. "And later than usual."

[rar_harry]

"Okay," he said, nodding. "Just didn't know if you were uncomfortable, or anything, since this hasn't really ever happened before now."

He smiled, bracing himself on his elbow and looking at her. "I'm glad you slept really well. Told you my bed was more comfortable than yours."

[rar_hermione]

Harry's voice was low and husky in that way that made her skin warm. She felt his hand move down her body, brushing against her breast, and she shifted again as he moved over her. He sucked on her ear and asked how she liked it.

"Um." That was clever. She moved her hand down his back and tried to focus on his action so she could answer the question. "It's okay, but I like it when you kiss my neck more." Her face felt warm, and she knew it was from blushing instead of what they were doing.

"It, uh, felt good when you moved your hand," she murmured, not wanting to say when he touched her breast outright.

[rar_harry]

"Neck," he mumbled, scooting down an inch or two to get better access before he skimmed his lips over her throat. He could feel the thick beat of her pulse. "Check."

"When I move my hand?" Concentrating on her words rather than how it felt when she whispered them in his ear like that, he thought about what he'd just done, then slid his hand back up her body, stopping at her breast. He closed his fingers lightly over it, loving how well it fit into his hand. "Like this?"

[rar_hermione]

"Oh, yes. There," she murmured when he kissed her neck again. She scratched his back lightly and moaned when he scraped his teeth against her throat.

He was certainly listening to her, possibly more than he had before. He moved his hand back up her body and touched her breast. "Yeah, like that." She shifted so that she could kiss his neck, sucking gently before she let go. Her nipples were getting hard as he touched her, and her skin was warm and tingling.

[rar_harry]

He was pretty sure she had no idea what her little moans and encouragements were doing to him. He groaned when she scratched his back, and sucked on her neck when she exposed more of it to him. He wondered if she might have a mark there now; he liked when that happened more than he would have expected.

She kissed his neck then, which made him lose his train of thought completely, but he still had enough faculties to slip his hand under her shirt so he could feel more of her. His hand found her breast again as she sucked his neck. "That's -- um. That's good."