Harmione One Shots

| Come Home pt. 3

"I want to start trying, Harry. I've been thinking about it for quite some time," Hermione said, fidgeting with her fingers in her lap. "But you have to promise me that you won't put yourself in danger anymore if we do. I wouldn't be able to bear it. Come home if you want us to do this. Just... Come home."

For a few moments, her world felt like a coiled spring, stretched to its limits and ready to snap. The air around them was heavy, swirling with possibilities and uncertainty, as Harry simply stared at her, his mouth slightly agape, his gaze unfocused. Furrowing her brow, she started to worry that she'd said too much, too soon, too abruptly, right after he'd returned. He was right, they hadn't discussed it much, they'd wanted to take their time to decide, the situation right now was tense enough, perhaps...

And then Harry pulled her to him and crashed his lips against hers, pressing her flush against him, his hands getting lost in her hair. The kiss was hungry, starving, desperate. Scorching fire, burning ice, sin. Like he wanted to breathe her in and devour her. His tongue slipped inside her mouth, and she moaned. He pulled her on his lap, hugging her tightly, without breaking the deep, bruising, passionate, scorching, all-encompassing kiss, as though the world began and ended with it. As though it would go on forever, stretching into eternity. Hermione felt him getting hard underneath her and she wrapped her arms around his neck, wishing that she could pull him even closer, that she could do away with every atom of space between them, and melt into his embrace.

When they finally pulled away, their lips separating with reluctance, they both panted heavily, and she rested her forehead against his.

"I take it you're interested?" she asked, a smile playing at the corners of her lips.

"Interested? Merlin, Hermione, I wouldn't have even dared to dream... I mean, of course, I'd always hoped for it, but I didn't want to push, and to have you bring it up now after I worried you and upset you? I don't deserve you, I swear."

"Oh, please," she said, running a finger along his cheek, enjoying the feel of his stubble. "Of course you do."

He grabbed her hand and pressed a few urgent kisses to her palm. "And you don't need to worry. I'm not going anywhere anymore. I'll write to the Ministry today."

She nodded, pressing her lips against his, savoring that heady, familiar, intoxicating taste that was simply... him. Emboldened by her kiss, Harry squeezed her tightly and moved to her neck, grazing her skin with his teeth, flicking his tongue over it, licking and sucking until deep moans fell from her lips. Her breath caught in her throat when she felt his cock twitching. Smiling, she ground her hips against his hard length.

Suddenly, Harry paused and lifted his eyes to hers. And the world around them screeched to a halt. There was something stirring in the depths of his gaze that she hadn't seen before. Something urgent, primal, teetering on the edge of danger. Goosebumps bloomed on her skin, and she felt she could burst into flames under the intensity with which he was looking at her.

"You seem, uhm, excited about this," she said, her voice quivering. "It's... a bit surprising."

"Mmm," he said, lowering her silk robe off her shoulders, trailing his fingers slowly down her skin, and digging them into her waist. "Are you sure you want to go there, baby?"

His voice was husky and his gaze darkened even more. His cock was rock hard. The air around her all but crackled with his unbridled desire. He was ravenous. Hermione had seen him turned on before, of course, as recently as half an hour ago, but this was different. More potent, more urgent. A barely restrained whirlwind that threatened to engulf her entirely. She felt like she was standing on the edge of a cliff looking straight into infinity below. But even if she jumped, he would catch her. She was safe. This was Harry, after all.