Captivate and Mesmerize

Mesmerize; Part 2.7

His eyes locked on hers. There was hope behind the confusion in her chocolate orbs. That fueled his own and he knew that she felt the same way. So he took her in his arms again and kissed her. He poured every ounce of reassurance into the kiss. He enveloped her in his arms and showed her with his lips that he wanted this and that he needed this. He kissed her with so much passion that left her breathless. Against her lips, he murmured. "What I've been wanting to do for months now. What I should have done before."

It was the affirmation she needed to hear. A smile so radiant erupted from her lips. She tilted her head back and looked at him. "I love you, Harry," she said simply.

His eyes were bright and a smile graced his own face. "And I love you, Hermione," he said.

With a laugh, she launched herself into another kiss. Their kisses were playful now, teasing. They ended up on the couch with her on Harry's lap. She straddled his waist as they kissed and licked and sucked. His hands were rubbing up and down her bare back while her fingers never stopped playing with his hair. He withdrew from the kiss and went back to the task at hand. He was a Seeker after all, and that Golden Snitch needed to be caught. Hermione watched curiously as Harry tilted her back from her place on his lap and his gaze lock onto her tattoo. The enchanted tattoo of the Snitch kept its place underneath her left breast. Its wings were beating furiously now as if waiting for an attack. Slowly, carefully, as if sneaking up on it, Harry inched his left hand from her back towards the tattoo. Just as he was about to touch it, the ball zoomed to the right and disappeared underneath the waistband of her jeans.

Hermione laughed as Harry cried "Bugger!" Her mirth was interrupted by his mouth on hers again. He trailed his hands down the sides of her breasts and rested on her bum. Without breaking contact, he grabbed onto her arse and stood. She gasped when she felt herself leaving the sofa and instinctively hooked her legs around his waist. She needn't worry as Harry carefully maneuvered around her coffee table and carried her into her bedroom.

"Careful of the boxes," she said against his lips. He nodded and vigilantly carried her onto the bed without tripping over anything. Her sheets felt cool on her back after he laid her down.

He covered her body with his and whispered into her ear. "You're beautiful, Hermione," he said. His hands trailed down her sides again, teasing and barely touching where she needed him to touch her, until they rested on her jeans. He made quick work of the closure and extracted her slender legs from the constricting material.

His breath hitched as he looked at her. She was beautiful and perfect and utterly mesmerizing. There were freckles on her skin which he didn't fully see from before and he longed to kiss every single one of them. Her milky skin glowed from the lamplight next to her bed. And that damned Snitch was resting on her hip above her knickers. His hand moved to touch it but he was knocked onto his back by Hermione.

She straddled him again, both legs on either side of his waist. He scooted up her bed so his back was resting against the headboard. The friction of his jeans against the thin material of her knickers were causing her to lose her mind, but she had her own agenda. She needed to know where the fire led! She kissed him as her fingers made work of the buttons of his shirt.

"Do you know that I love your tattoos?" She asked. She was disappointed to see that he was wearing a plain white undershirt when she removed the green button up.

"Oh yeah?" Harry asked with a smile. Hermione nodded. She brought his left hand to her mouth and kissed the illustration of the lily and the owl. Then she kissed the Firebolt on his index finger. She repeated the same with his right hand, her lips touching his pulsepoint as she kissed the timeturner and otter, as she kissed her tattoo. She got off his lap and urged him to stand at the side of the bed facing her. She got on her knees and ran her hand down his right arm. She pushed the sleeve of his t-shirt up and kissed the tattoo of the Marauders. And then she turned to the circle of fire on his left bicep. She pushed that sleeve up too as she curiously examined it closer than she had before.

"Yes, and this one has been keeping me up at night," she said and touched the fire. His eyes, already hazy from her ministrations, darkened at her words. "I've been wondering where the fire leads."