Harry Potter Porn Story: I’m Ending Our Friendship
She was tired of this. They had been dancing around one another for months now. Ever since Ron and Pansy got married and moved out. And she was not going to put up with it any longer. It was going to end tonight. One way or another she was going to know where she stood with him.
With that thought in mind she got out of her bed, she slept in shorts and a tee-shirt however for what she had in mind the fewer obstacles the better, so she changed into her robe and left the room.
Hermione knew that Harry would be in his room. He had gone to his room right after dinner. This was a common occurrence for one of them lately, as if they were afraid to be alone together. She stood outside his door for a moment to gather her courage, and then lifted her hand and knocked softly.
He knew it was her, who else could it be. They had been avoiding each other for months now. It had been easy before the wedding, with everything that needed to be done and all, but now it was a problem. He knew something had to be done and apparently so did Hermione.
“Come in, I am awake.” He called softly from his bed. He stood up and put on his robe as she entered.
“Harry, we need to talk.” She whispered, as she moved slowly towards him.
He was surprised that she had not turned on a light. Her beauty again struck him, as she walked in and out of the moonlight.
He swallowed hard, “Alright.” His voice pitched lower that normal as he fought the desire he felt rising in his body.
Hermione stopped right in front of Harry. She looked up at him and found herself drowning in his eyes. It seemed as if some force outside of her made her reach up and run her fingers slowly up the side of his face from his neck till they were buried in his hair.
Without realizing it, Harry’s arms came around her and pulled her gently further into his embrace. He clenched her to him, afraid that she might disappear if he let her go. He bent forward ever so slightly and touched his lips to hers.
The kiss was electrifying; she felt it in her toes. She could not get enough of him, of his taste, his touch. She stepped closer still and deepened the kiss. She could not think, but thinking was overrated. At this point even breathing was overrated if it meant she would have to move away from Harry.
His whole body was on fire and only she could quench that fire. He ached to feel her skin next to him, under him. He wanted more, he needed more; he brought his hands up to encompass her face. He let his finger linger making small movement to feel the silky smooth texture of her face. One hand entwined itself in her hair. He relished the quick intake of breath and the slow moan as he enclosed her curly locks in his fist and took her mouth at a slightly different angle.
Hermione tore her mouth from Harry’s, trying to gain some semblance of control over the longing that coursed through her veins.
However, Harry did not stop the onslaught to her senses just because he no longer had access to her mouth. The hand that was not buried in her hair moved just slightly ahead of his mouth down across her jaw to her neck. As he sampled the different tastes and sighs that Harry coaxed from her, his hand continued to moved down her body parting Hermione’s robe finally stopping at her breast.
“Oh gods, Harry, please..” She wasn’t sure what she was asking for at this moment, but she knew she needed something.
Harry scraped his thumbnail across her nipple causing it to pucker.
“Please, what? Hermione.” He growled at her while pulling slightly on the same nipple. “Talk to me, baby.” He sighed between kisses down her neck, descending towards the breast that was not being tormented by his hand. “You said we needed to talk. What did you want to say to me?”
His voice was robbing her of her ability to think straight, and then he pulled her nipple into his warm, wet mouth and she no longer knew how to speak, at least not coherently. She whimpered and moaned.
He pulled her robe apart and stood to look at her. He growled deep when he saw she wore nothing underneath. Harry positioned her on the bed; he removed his robe and boxers and slid his body up hers. Making sure that he came in contact with as much of her as possible.
Hermione opened her legs to him, inviting him to have her. And he would, he would have her, now and always. She was a part of him, and he would make sure that she knew it and in doing so make himself a part of her.
Harry did not know where these thoughts came from. He had never been a very possessive person, but Hermione was his, and his alone. He loved her, had for quite sometime, but after touching her like he was now he knew he would do just about anything to keep her with him always.
‘My Hermione, my Hermione.’ Kept running through his head as his hands caressed down her body. Harry ran his fingers through the course curls of her pubic hair. Slipping the tips of his fingers in to spread around the liquid heat leaking from her.
“Hermione.” He wanted her to watch him. When her eyes met his, he slid one finger inside her tight channel, then another. After stroking her to the point where her eyes were glazed, he brought his fingers from inside of her.
She cried out at the loss of him. Hermione was not prepared for what happened next. Harry brought his fingers up to his mouth and licked her essence off of them.
“You taste so good, Hermione. I want more.”
“Yeeessss.” She cried out as she felt his tongue lap at her from cunt to clit. Again and again he repeated his journey. Then his hands were back. He opened her to a more through examination of what would drive her over the edge with one hand. Allowing him to flick, lap and suck at her clit at random, while driving two fingers into her with the other hand.
Hermione shook and quivered with the effort of restraining herself. She never wanted it to end.
“Yes, baby. That’s it, love, break apart for me.” He moaned in between swipes of his tongue on her. He moved his fingers into her with a determination and intensity that he rarely displayed. Fingers that were fucking her the way he longed to, the way he vowed he would do with his cock very soon. Harry moved up her body and growled in her ear. “Come for me, Hermione. Come for me, baby.”
With that she flew off the precipice that she had been on. Screaming, “Harry, oh gods, Harry!”
Hermione thrust her fingers into his hair and brought his face to hers for a crushing kiss. She could taste herself on his tongue, mixed with what could only be described as Harry. It was driving her beyond reason. She grabbed at him, scratched at him, and clutched him.
“Harry, please. Please fuck me, Harry.” Her eyes were bright and wild with want. “Now, Harry. I need you inside me, now.”
He could no more resist her than he could keep from drawing his next breath. He positioned himself over her opening and slammed home.
He felt her tense for a moment, but then she was kissing him and running her nails up and down his back and shifting her hips from side to side. He had to move.
He pulled almost completely out of her before returning home. He wanted to go slow. He wanted to make this last forever. She was finally his. Hermione was moaning and thrusting her hips to meet his every stroke. He lost all control when she moaned in his ear. “Yes, oh yes. Fuck me, Harry. Fuck me harder. Please Harry, I am yours, take me.”
He was wild, needing to touch, taste, claim. When he felt himself hit her cervix he pulled her legs around him to ensure the continued contact with each stroke.
“Yes, Hermione. Mine. My Hermione.” His strokes were shorter and faster as he felt himself close. “So close, baby. Going to come. Make you mine. FOREVER!!!”
His cum sprayed out of him coating her cervix in a warm blanket. When she heard is claim of her and felt the explosion of him inside her, she cried out his name over and over, between soft declarations of love and possession.
Harry tried to move off of her, knowing that he must be crushing her. But she kept tightening her grip both with her arms and legs.
“No, no, don’t leave me. I like the way you feel.”
Harry looked down at Hermione, absently stroking her hair. He was amazed that she was finally in his bed, and he had no intention of letting her go. He recalled that she had come to his room to tell him something. He rolled off her, bringing her with him.
“You never did tell me what you wanted to say.” His hand caressing up and down her spine.
“I just wanted to let you know that I am ending our friendship.” Hermione said quietly.
“What?” Harry stiffened under her and his hands stilled on her back.
“I can’t be your friend anymore,” she lifted her head from his chest and looked into his eyes. “I love you too much to just be your friend.
Harry closed his eyes briefly and let out the breath that he had been holding. He reached up and brought her down to him for a gentle, loving kiss. “In that case, I agree. I love you too. No more friendship, I like the word relationship so much better anyway.”
Harry pulled Hermione back down on top of him. He held her and caressed her till she fell asleep in his arms. “My ‘Mione. I will never let you go.” He whispered, and kissed her softly on the forehead before joining her in sleep.