Into My Arms
Title: Into My Arms
Ships: Harry/Hermione
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Say it with me now ~ me ... don't ... own.
Summary: He looked so sweet and innocent and she could scarcely believe that she was about to experience this amazing thing with her oldest friend.
Authors Notes: Written for the smutty_claus exchange.
50_smutlets prompt: Gentle
Into My Arms
Hermione and Ron gave it their best shot but it clearly wasn’t meant to be. They stopped bickering almost the moment they got together and were happy for a while. But then their personalities began clashing and it became obvious they weren’t going to work out.
They split up after only a few months.
Harry, Ron and Hermione had made their base for Horcrux hunting in Leicestershire. They had a small but comfortable hotel room that they were essentially squatting in, using magic to make the room impenetrable to anyone other than themselves. The room only had two beds, which was fine when Ron and Hermione were together and they shared a bed, Harry in the other one. But once they split up sleeping arrangements became an issue.
Hermione settled it with a shrug of her shoulders, climbing into Harry’s bed and pulling the blankets up to her neck, lying on her side with her back to Harry. Harry looked to Ron, trying to gauge his reaction, and Ron made a face and shrugged, which was Ron-speak for ‘I don’t care, plus there is really no other option.’
And so they continued hunting, following leads and avoiding Death Eaters, meeting other members of The Order and researching, each night returning to their small room. Hermione and Ron returned to being just friends with surprising ease and Harry suspected they just needed to get rid of their sexual tension and were now better friends for it.
But that didn’t mean Harry and Hermione could tell Ron that most nights they ended up sleeping in each others arms.
Neither knew how it happened. One morning they awoke, Hermione’s arm thrown over Harry’s stomach, his hand resting on her arm. The next morning they awoke with Harry resting his head against her shoulder, his fingers curled around hers. The next morning Hermione was in his arms as her body hugged to his.
They never spoke about their nocturnal habits and were very grateful that they always woke up before Ron. Ron might be okay with being friends with Hermione but they didn’t think he would be okay with waking up and seeing them asleep in each others arms. Plus, they wouldn’t know how to explain the situation to him, especially since they didn’t really understand it themselves.
The hunt went on. It was long and difficult but the three friends would not be swayed in their determination. That resolve was only strengthened when Ginny and Fleur were attacked.
The trio apparated back to The Burrow as soon as they got word. Fleur was fine, just a few scratches, but Ginny was seriously injured. She had fought hard but the Death Eaters were strong and unrelenting and Ginny had several broken bones and internal injuries.
Ron told Harry and Hermione that he wanted to stay with Ginny for a few days. She was the one he was closest to in his whole family and he couldn’t leave her yet. Harry and Hermione understood, offering to stay with him. Ron shook his head, telling them he would be fine and they should keep working on their current theory, as it held great promise to find out the location of the next Horcrux.
The three friends hugged each other tightly and, with reassuring smiles, Harry and Hermione apparated away.
The pair spent the rest of the day researching, trying to focus on something other than their injured friend. But it was a lost cause and they ended up just eating dinner and watching a movie. The night was quiet without Ron and with the exhaustion of the day they retired to bed early.
Harry couldn’t sleep. He was exhausted and yet sleep was elusive. He tossed and turned, spreading his body out on the bed. It was strange, he realised, to have this much room. In the months he and Hermione had shared a bed he had become accustomed to her presence and now that the bed was empty it didn’t feel right.
That thought kept him awake even longer.
He lay in the dark, every sense heightened. He listened to Hermione’s rhythmic breathing and when she sighed he realised she was awake too.
“Hermione,” he whispered, his voice low in case she was actually asleep.
Hermione shifted onto her side to look at Harry in the minimal light of the room. “Harry. Why aren’t you asleep?”
He grinned. “I could ask the same of you.”
She laughed softly into her pillow. Then she looked at Harry, edging back in the bed and pulling the covers back for him. He silently got out of his bed and slid into the bed beside her, pulling the blanket up to cover them. They lay side by side, flat on their backs. The air was thick in the space between them and the simple rise and fall of Harry’s chest became a concentrated effort. He could feel the line of Hermione against his side, their arms touching. He was acutely aware of every movement she made. Taking a deep breath he reached over, placing his hand gently on her thigh. Hermione placed her hand over his and he laced their fingers together. They lay like that for a while, Harry gently rubbing his thumb back and forth over hers.
Hermione turned to Harry and she could see him already looking at her. She smiled, inching closer and throwing an arm over his chest, her hand resting over his heart. Harry slipped a hand under her singlet, gently caressing her soft skin.
They lay together for a while until Hermione, her heart beating hard against her ribs, slid her hand under Harry’s t-shirt, trailing her fingertips along his stomach. She tilted her head up. They looked at each other for a moment before Harry leant down and pressed his lips to hers.
The kiss was soft and simple. Their lips moved against each other for a moment before Harry traced his tongue against her lips and she opened her mouth to him. Their tongues touched and the passion between them erupted. They shifted onto their sides and wrapped their arms around each other as their tongues happily battled for dominance. Harry kissed down her neck, soft, open mouthed kisses, while Hermione tilted her head back to give him better access. He soon returned to her waiting lips and they rolled back, Hermione on her back and Harry above her as they kept kissing.
Harry slipped a hand under her t-shirt, cupping her left breast. Hermione moaned, arching up under him. She grasped the bottom of his t-shirt, pushing it up his body. He broke their kiss so she could remove it, tossing the material onto the floor. Their eyes met as she softly trailed her hand down his chest, her fingertips brushing over his nipple, making him shudder. He caressed her cheek lightly before moving his hand down her neck and over her chest before he got to her stomach. He shifted down her body and pushed her t-shirt up a bit, pressing his mouth to her stomach. She moaned at the sensation and Harry smiled against her stomach, feeling it quiver beneath him. He clutched her top and together they removed it, Harry throwing the fabric to the foot of the bed. He lay back down atop her, their mouths meeting in a desperate kiss as their skin tingled at the contact.
Harry’s hand found her breast again, his fingers teasing the nipple into a taut peak. He kissed his way down to her chest, taking her nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirled around her and Hermione put her hands into his hair as she writhed from his ministrations. His tongue ran along the underside of her breast while he squeezed her other breast.
Hermione put her hands to his cheeks, bringing him up and kissing him violently. She wrapped her legs around his waist, needing to get close to him. He moved against her and the sensation was incredible.
Harry broke their kiss. He met her eyes and she smiled at him, placing her hand over his rapidly beating heart.
Putting his hand atop hers, his voice was quiet and nervous when he said, “Did you and Ron ever-?”
“No,” she said, shaking her head. “What about you and Ginny?”
“Never.” He leaned down and kissed her lips briefly. “Are you sure?”
She nodded, smiling at him. “Yes,” she whispered and he smiled shyly in reply.
She leaned up and kissed him, wrapping her arms around him and pressing her palms flat against his back, pushing him down to her. Their bodies moved together as Hermione ran her fingertips from Harry’s back across his side, down his stomach and under his boxer shorts.
Harry broke their kiss at the first contact of her fingers on his cock. He buried his head in her neck as she tentatively wrapped her fingers around him and began moving. He gently bit the place where her neck and shoulder met as she stroked his velvet skin, his breath coming in shallow gasps.
Harry ran a hand down her body, his fingertips lightly trailing over her breast and stomach. He placed his hand over hers and applied a bit more pressure, quickening her strokes. Hermione, ever the fast learner, followed his lead as Harry pulled his boxer shorts down his legs before kicking them off.
They kissed, tongues curling around each other. He removed her hand from him, not wanting it to be over too quickly. He settled his weight on his knees, kissing down her body and removing her pyjama pants and knickers all at once, his eyes locked on hers as he slid the material down her legs. He leant down, pressing kisses along her leg as his hand gently ran up the other leg. Hermione moaned as Harry gently slid a finger into her wet folds. He settled himself over her, capturing her mouth in a heated kiss as he began exploring her. He pressed his finger against her clit, making her sigh into his mouth, before slowly easing a finger into her.
Hermione broke the kiss, needing to look at him. Their eyes met as Harry gently moved a finger in and out of her for a bit before adding a second finger. Hermione’s eyes screwed shut as her breathing quickened. She wrapped her legs around his hips, urging him. He withdrew his fingers, settling his hands on her waist.
She opened her eyes to look at him. He looked so sweet and innocent and she could scarcely believe that she was about to experience this amazing thing with her oldest friend. She was suddenly very overwhelmed by what was happening.
“Are you okay, Hermione?” Harry whispered with concern.
Hermione put a hand to his cheek. “Yeah.” She smiled at him and he moved his head, pressing a kiss to the palm of her hand.
She grinned at him, briefly kissing his lips before she trailed her hand down his body and grasped him. Brown eyes met green as she guided him into her, both of them sighing as they became one.
Harry stilled inside her, letting her adjust to him. He pressed his forehead to hers, his thumb ghosting over her cheek as she breathed through the initial pain. Hermione kissed him and he knew this was her way of telling him she was okay. They kept kissing as he began moving. His thrusts were slow and shallow but it felt incredible. He suddenly felt more happier and more at home than he had ever felt in his whole life. He wanted to tell Hermione that, but couldn’t form the words, so instead he increased the intensity of their kiss.
He was close. Knowing he wouldn’t last much longer Harry put his hand to her breast, kneading and squeezing her nipple. He then languorously moved his hand over her trembling stomach and down to her clit. He massaged the bundle of nerves, smiling against her neck at her quickening of breath. She shook and clutched at him and with one final thrust and cry of pleasure, Harry came.
He collapsed atop her. He knew he was probably crushing her with his weight but he didn’t know how that was possible - he felt so light and free. Their breathing was heavy in the room and Hermione gently put her lips to his damp forehead.
Harry raised his head and looked at her. They smiled at each other for a moment before Harry rolled off her. They lay together on their sides, wrapped in each others arms. Harry’s hands were firm on her back and she felt completely safe. He began pressing feathery light kisses all over her face; her forehead, cheeks, chin, temple, nose, eyelids. She smiled, holding on to him even tighter.
They both knew that they should talk about what had just happened. Everything had changed now; nothing would ever be the same between them.
Hermione was loathe to break the silence but she knew she had to.
“Harry?” she said softly.
He stopped kissing and pulled back to look at her. He tucked a wayward strand of hair behind her ear as he said, “We’ll talk in the morning, okay?”
She nodded and he pressed his lips to her hairline. “Okay.”
And so they lay together in silence, arms and legs wrapped around each other, and after one final kiss they both drifted off to sleep.
Ships: Harry/Hermione
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Say it with me now ~ me ... don't ... own.
Summary: He looked so sweet and innocent and she could scarcely believe that she was about to experience this amazing thing with her oldest friend.
Authors Notes: Written for the smutty_claus exchange.
50_smutlets prompt: Gentle
Into My Arms
Hermione and Ron gave it their best shot but it clearly wasn’t meant to be. They stopped bickering almost the moment they got together and were happy for a while. But then their personalities began clashing and it became obvious they weren’t going to work out.
They split up after only a few months.
Harry, Ron and Hermione had made their base for Horcrux hunting in Leicestershire. They had a small but comfortable hotel room that they were essentially squatting in, using magic to make the room impenetrable to anyone other than themselves. The room only had two beds, which was fine when Ron and Hermione were together and they shared a bed, Harry in the other one. But once they split up sleeping arrangements became an issue.
Hermione settled it with a shrug of her shoulders, climbing into Harry’s bed and pulling the blankets up to her neck, lying on her side with her back to Harry. Harry looked to Ron, trying to gauge his reaction, and Ron made a face and shrugged, which was Ron-speak for ‘I don’t care, plus there is really no other option.’
And so they continued hunting, following leads and avoiding Death Eaters, meeting other members of The Order and researching, each night returning to their small room. Hermione and Ron returned to being just friends with surprising ease and Harry suspected they just needed to get rid of their sexual tension and were now better friends for it.
But that didn’t mean Harry and Hermione could tell Ron that most nights they ended up sleeping in each others arms.
Neither knew how it happened. One morning they awoke, Hermione’s arm thrown over Harry’s stomach, his hand resting on her arm. The next morning they awoke with Harry resting his head against her shoulder, his fingers curled around hers. The next morning Hermione was in his arms as her body hugged to his.
They never spoke about their nocturnal habits and were very grateful that they always woke up before Ron. Ron might be okay with being friends with Hermione but they didn’t think he would be okay with waking up and seeing them asleep in each others arms. Plus, they wouldn’t know how to explain the situation to him, especially since they didn’t really understand it themselves.
The hunt went on. It was long and difficult but the three friends would not be swayed in their determination. That resolve was only strengthened when Ginny and Fleur were attacked.
The trio apparated back to The Burrow as soon as they got word. Fleur was fine, just a few scratches, but Ginny was seriously injured. She had fought hard but the Death Eaters were strong and unrelenting and Ginny had several broken bones and internal injuries.
Ron told Harry and Hermione that he wanted to stay with Ginny for a few days. She was the one he was closest to in his whole family and he couldn’t leave her yet. Harry and Hermione understood, offering to stay with him. Ron shook his head, telling them he would be fine and they should keep working on their current theory, as it held great promise to find out the location of the next Horcrux.
The three friends hugged each other tightly and, with reassuring smiles, Harry and Hermione apparated away.
The pair spent the rest of the day researching, trying to focus on something other than their injured friend. But it was a lost cause and they ended up just eating dinner and watching a movie. The night was quiet without Ron and with the exhaustion of the day they retired to bed early.
Harry couldn’t sleep. He was exhausted and yet sleep was elusive. He tossed and turned, spreading his body out on the bed. It was strange, he realised, to have this much room. In the months he and Hermione had shared a bed he had become accustomed to her presence and now that the bed was empty it didn’t feel right.
That thought kept him awake even longer.
He lay in the dark, every sense heightened. He listened to Hermione’s rhythmic breathing and when she sighed he realised she was awake too.
“Hermione,” he whispered, his voice low in case she was actually asleep.
Hermione shifted onto her side to look at Harry in the minimal light of the room. “Harry. Why aren’t you asleep?”
He grinned. “I could ask the same of you.”
She laughed softly into her pillow. Then she looked at Harry, edging back in the bed and pulling the covers back for him. He silently got out of his bed and slid into the bed beside her, pulling the blanket up to cover them. They lay side by side, flat on their backs. The air was thick in the space between them and the simple rise and fall of Harry’s chest became a concentrated effort. He could feel the line of Hermione against his side, their arms touching. He was acutely aware of every movement she made. Taking a deep breath he reached over, placing his hand gently on her thigh. Hermione placed her hand over his and he laced their fingers together. They lay like that for a while, Harry gently rubbing his thumb back and forth over hers.
Hermione turned to Harry and she could see him already looking at her. She smiled, inching closer and throwing an arm over his chest, her hand resting over his heart. Harry slipped a hand under her singlet, gently caressing her soft skin.
They lay together for a while until Hermione, her heart beating hard against her ribs, slid her hand under Harry’s t-shirt, trailing her fingertips along his stomach. She tilted her head up. They looked at each other for a moment before Harry leant down and pressed his lips to hers.
The kiss was soft and simple. Their lips moved against each other for a moment before Harry traced his tongue against her lips and she opened her mouth to him. Their tongues touched and the passion between them erupted. They shifted onto their sides and wrapped their arms around each other as their tongues happily battled for dominance. Harry kissed down her neck, soft, open mouthed kisses, while Hermione tilted her head back to give him better access. He soon returned to her waiting lips and they rolled back, Hermione on her back and Harry above her as they kept kissing.
Harry slipped a hand under her t-shirt, cupping her left breast. Hermione moaned, arching up under him. She grasped the bottom of his t-shirt, pushing it up his body. He broke their kiss so she could remove it, tossing the material onto the floor. Their eyes met as she softly trailed her hand down his chest, her fingertips brushing over his nipple, making him shudder. He caressed her cheek lightly before moving his hand down her neck and over her chest before he got to her stomach. He shifted down her body and pushed her t-shirt up a bit, pressing his mouth to her stomach. She moaned at the sensation and Harry smiled against her stomach, feeling it quiver beneath him. He clutched her top and together they removed it, Harry throwing the fabric to the foot of the bed. He lay back down atop her, their mouths meeting in a desperate kiss as their skin tingled at the contact.
Harry’s hand found her breast again, his fingers teasing the nipple into a taut peak. He kissed his way down to her chest, taking her nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirled around her and Hermione put her hands into his hair as she writhed from his ministrations. His tongue ran along the underside of her breast while he squeezed her other breast.
Hermione put her hands to his cheeks, bringing him up and kissing him violently. She wrapped her legs around his waist, needing to get close to him. He moved against her and the sensation was incredible.
Harry broke their kiss. He met her eyes and she smiled at him, placing her hand over his rapidly beating heart.
Putting his hand atop hers, his voice was quiet and nervous when he said, “Did you and Ron ever-?”
“No,” she said, shaking her head. “What about you and Ginny?”
“Never.” He leaned down and kissed her lips briefly. “Are you sure?”
She nodded, smiling at him. “Yes,” she whispered and he smiled shyly in reply.
She leaned up and kissed him, wrapping her arms around him and pressing her palms flat against his back, pushing him down to her. Their bodies moved together as Hermione ran her fingertips from Harry’s back across his side, down his stomach and under his boxer shorts.
Harry broke their kiss at the first contact of her fingers on his cock. He buried his head in her neck as she tentatively wrapped her fingers around him and began moving. He gently bit the place where her neck and shoulder met as she stroked his velvet skin, his breath coming in shallow gasps.
Harry ran a hand down her body, his fingertips lightly trailing over her breast and stomach. He placed his hand over hers and applied a bit more pressure, quickening her strokes. Hermione, ever the fast learner, followed his lead as Harry pulled his boxer shorts down his legs before kicking them off.
They kissed, tongues curling around each other. He removed her hand from him, not wanting it to be over too quickly. He settled his weight on his knees, kissing down her body and removing her pyjama pants and knickers all at once, his eyes locked on hers as he slid the material down her legs. He leant down, pressing kisses along her leg as his hand gently ran up the other leg. Hermione moaned as Harry gently slid a finger into her wet folds. He settled himself over her, capturing her mouth in a heated kiss as he began exploring her. He pressed his finger against her clit, making her sigh into his mouth, before slowly easing a finger into her.
Hermione broke the kiss, needing to look at him. Their eyes met as Harry gently moved a finger in and out of her for a bit before adding a second finger. Hermione’s eyes screwed shut as her breathing quickened. She wrapped her legs around his hips, urging him. He withdrew his fingers, settling his hands on her waist.
She opened her eyes to look at him. He looked so sweet and innocent and she could scarcely believe that she was about to experience this amazing thing with her oldest friend. She was suddenly very overwhelmed by what was happening.
“Are you okay, Hermione?” Harry whispered with concern.
Hermione put a hand to his cheek. “Yeah.” She smiled at him and he moved his head, pressing a kiss to the palm of her hand.
She grinned at him, briefly kissing his lips before she trailed her hand down his body and grasped him. Brown eyes met green as she guided him into her, both of them sighing as they became one.
Harry stilled inside her, letting her adjust to him. He pressed his forehead to hers, his thumb ghosting over her cheek as she breathed through the initial pain. Hermione kissed him and he knew this was her way of telling him she was okay. They kept kissing as he began moving. His thrusts were slow and shallow but it felt incredible. He suddenly felt more happier and more at home than he had ever felt in his whole life. He wanted to tell Hermione that, but couldn’t form the words, so instead he increased the intensity of their kiss.
He was close. Knowing he wouldn’t last much longer Harry put his hand to her breast, kneading and squeezing her nipple. He then languorously moved his hand over her trembling stomach and down to her clit. He massaged the bundle of nerves, smiling against her neck at her quickening of breath. She shook and clutched at him and with one final thrust and cry of pleasure, Harry came.
He collapsed atop her. He knew he was probably crushing her with his weight but he didn’t know how that was possible - he felt so light and free. Their breathing was heavy in the room and Hermione gently put her lips to his damp forehead.
Harry raised his head and looked at her. They smiled at each other for a moment before Harry rolled off her. They lay together on their sides, wrapped in each others arms. Harry’s hands were firm on her back and she felt completely safe. He began pressing feathery light kisses all over her face; her forehead, cheeks, chin, temple, nose, eyelids. She smiled, holding on to him even tighter.
They both knew that they should talk about what had just happened. Everything had changed now; nothing would ever be the same between them.
Hermione was loathe to break the silence but she knew she had to.
“Harry?” she said softly.
He stopped kissing and pulled back to look at her. He tucked a wayward strand of hair behind her ear as he said, “We’ll talk in the morning, okay?”
She nodded and he pressed his lips to her hairline. “Okay.”
And so they lay together in silence, arms and legs wrapped around each other, and after one final kiss they both drifted off to sleep.