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( Why don't you kiss her? )

She felt woolly-headed from the mind-stealing pleasure so it was some time-she didn’t know how much time-before she gradually realized where she was and murmured, “Am I too heavy for you?”

“No, stay,” he mumbled a little thickly. “I like feeling you on top of me.”

The words surprised a soft laugh from her and she lifted her head a little to look ( Read more... )

An errant ray of sunlight slipped in past the drawn curtains and shone on Hermione’s face.

A slight frown creased her brow as she turned her head away, resisting the tug of consciousness, only to find her nose half squashed against something hard. And she awoke, her eyes opening.

Oh…

Her nose was pressed against Harry’s shoulder. Harry’s bare ( Read more... )

His other hand slid around her waist, keeping her against him, and almost of its own volition, his fingers found the hem of her pyjama top and slid inside to touch the bare skin of her back.   Oh Merlin… His eyes almost rolled back in his head from the sheer rush of pleasure.   Her skin was so smooth, so soft, so warm to the touch.   He could ( Read more... )

Harry jerked awake with a sharp gasp. His chest was tight, the blanket weighting him down, smothering him.

He surged upright, flinging the blanket away from him, as he tried to catch his breath. He clutched at his chest in an automatic, instinctive gesture.

Bloody damn, it was happening again.

His chest felt tight, as if it were being squeezed ( Read more... )

Hermione was jerked awake by a noise that broke through her tiredness, tugging her out of sleep.

What-where was-she was instantaneously fully alert at the realization that she couldn’t see Harry.

She sat up and grabbed her wand in one smooth movement, glancing first outside to the mouth of the cave to see that it was still dark and still pouring ( Read more... )

A torrential rainstorm drove them to find shelter.

Hermione half-stumbled, momentarily losing her footing, and Harry hauled her up against his side, keeping his arm around her as he peered through the downpour. He squinted, thankful for Hermione’s foresight on seeing the darkening clouds a little while ago to cast the spell on his glasses that ( Read more... )

He and Hermione were like brother and sister, he always told himself. They had been best friends for almost a decade now, had essentially grown up together.   So of course they were like brother and sister, he always told himself.

Well, always, as in from the moment a couple weeks ago that he’d suddenly lost his mind.

Hermione was like a sister ( Read more... )

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She said nothing more and a comfortable silence settled over them.   And it was comfortable. She might have expected to feel more self-conscious to be literally sharing a bed with Harry but over the course of talking to him, that had slowly faded away for the most part. Whatever else, he was still Harry and somehow, for whatever reason, she ( Read more... )