Chapter 5: Ch05
Hermione clung to Harry, wrapping her body around his like a warm silk blanket. She had to lean down slightly to continue kissing him. The backs of Harry's knees bumped into the edge of the cot and he collapsed into it carrying Hermione down with him. She almost drove him into the mattress with her body, her need for him was so great. Harry almost bruised her he held onto her so tightly. Hermione didn't stop him. She didn't want him to stop. The almost pain didn't bother her because it was proof that Harry's need matched her own.
There were no sweet words between them, no wandering caresses, no tender lovemaking with slow explorations of each other's bodies. Just each one's immediate, devouring need to belong to and be one with the other. He took her or she took him, Harry wasn't sure which. It didn't really matter though. All he knew was that for the first time in a very long time, he felt complete. They carried on like this until they both collapsed, totally spent, into a sweaty tangle of arms and legs.
They lay there for a while, Harry on his back with Hermione curled on top of him, catching their breath and listening as their racing hearts began to take on a more normal rhythm. Hermione listened to Harry's heart as she idly brushed just her fingertips gently across his chest, back and forth. She seemed fascinated by it, staring closely at where her fingertips met his flesh. Harry, likewise, watched his own hand intently as it stroked her hair, following that dark auburn tangle from the crown of her head, down the back of her neck and shoulders to the soft warm skin of her back.
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