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If one were to rank the years Harry Potter had spent at Hogwarts by their enjoyability, the ranking that you would expect would be quite different from the one you got from Harry himself.
Why you might ask? Because contrary to popular belief, 6th Year being the quiet year, the year that nothing life-threatening happens, the year where he finally gets to be a normal student for once was not, in fact, a good thing.
This was in part due to several factors, the main point being that Voldemort was back and everyone in Wizarding Britain knew it.
Which is why quiet was an issue. Quiet means that what hasn’t happened yet is just building up to something worse, quiet just means that the attempt on his life that is inevitably coming is going to be so much harder to avoid than the last, quiet means that him being on edge forces all of his other issues to feel like they were the straw breaking the camel's back. Case in point?
Hermione was ignoring him.
This was a serious deviation from the norm. Every single year so far the one constant thing in his life was Hermione and that had changed and for what? For some stupid fucking book? Because of some sense of intellectual superiority? It just didn’t feel like her at all and it was eating him up inside.
He knew he loved her.
That was easy to figure out by the gaping hole in his heart when she chewed him out for using the annotated potion instructions to win liquid luck, and then proceeded to ignore him for the better part of a week. She would still talk to him but the bubbly laid-back conversations of days past quickly became snippy remarks and passive-aggressive comments.
With everything else going on Harry was nearing a breaking point and it wouldn’t be pretty when he snapped.
Harry tried to keep his lust and jealousy contained but it was obvious to him that over the week that had been separated more of the menfolk of Hogwarts had been idly chatting with Hermione and he recognised the looks in their eyes.
He recognised them because it was the same look he wore day in and day out, barely suppressed under the surface. He didn’t think she wanted him like that and so he kept his lust locked away in the deep recesses of his mind never to reach the light of day again.
He was protecting her.
But with every new comment about the book, every allusion to the fact that his acclaim in potions had everything to do with the book and nothing to do with his skill, the more that control began to falter, the more he craved her in ways that he furiously wanted to tamp down before he was rejected and he lost a part of himself forever with her.
This was one of the rare occasions where they were both late out of a class they had together, normally one or the other would rush out of the class in an effort to avoid the other and all the feelings that stirred up.
This, however, was one of the few unfortunate times that one of them forgot that was necessary and they slipped into the habit of waiting up for the other without meaning to.
Harry realised his mistake when he heard her voice, her sweet, smooth voice that did things to him he would never repeat to another soul, calling out to him.
“You know, normally I would be glad that you were taking interest in books, after all the time I’d spent badgering you about studying more. But this? This Isn’t what I meant at all Harry” She said in a chiding tone that grated on his nerves, he didn’t think she was annoying, far from it. He just couldn’t bear disappointing her.
“Hermione…” He ground out, not wanting any part in what would quickly become another spat between the two.
“Don’t you ‘Hermione’ me! You know how I feel about the extra instructions but would you care to tell me why I had to hear from Luna that there are spells in there!? Spells specifically marked ‘for enemies’?” she burst out and Harry sighed.
“If we ignore the constant sniping at me over the course of the week, maybe it was the fact that you were trying your hardest to avoid me? Heck! Maybe it was even the fact that you seemed to say more words to Justin and Roger individually than you have to me a whole week? Forgive me if I found it hard to confide in a best friend who was conspicuously absent the past week.” Harry finished coldly, levelling a dead-looking stare at Hermione.
Hermione instinctively took a step back as a strand of guilt wormed its way into her head. That’s how he looked when Ron- No! This isn’t like that! He’s the one getting lost in books with unverified recipes and possibly dark magic, doesn’t he see that he might hurt himself, doesn’t he see i’m trying to help?
Hermione scoffed. “Oh so I'm the one to blame? You go around brewing potions with different recipes that you don’t even know could work, possibly blowing it all up and injuring people and I’m the one at fault for calling you out on it? You go around with a book that might have possible dark magic in it and instead of questioning that you think ‘Oh i’m Harry Potter it’ll all turn out fine in the end!’ and when I call you out for that too and all of sudden I’m in the wrong?”
She could see his expression darkening more and more as she went on but her fear for his safety and her vindication at finally getting all of this off her chest overrode her mind telling her that all she was doing was upsetting her friend more and more.
“And what’s that about Roger and Justin? I finally decide it’s time to make friends outside the little trio we have going on and you have a problem with it?” Tears welled in her eyes and she failed to notice the look of anguish that flashed across his face “Me talking with them has absolutely no bearing- oh.” She cut herself off as a realisation struck her
“That’s what this is, isn’t it? You don’t really have a problem with what i’m saying about that bloody book of yours, this is about attention isn’t it?” In her frantic pacing, she failed to notice when his head snapped up and another dark look marred his face “You don’t like the fact i’m spending less time with you, do you? You don’t like that I talk to them more and it pains you to think that it could have been you. Deep down this whole thing is just because you’re Jealou-” Hermione was suddenly cut off as her back hit the wall behind her when Harry pounced and landed with his arms against the wall on either side of her head, pinning her against the wall and trapping her in as he breathed heavily and clenched his fists, the dark look in his eyes positively sinister now.
“Hermione,” He whispered out in a cold tone “Just don’t. You don’t want to go there, you don’t want to analyse that train of thought, trust me, you won’t like what you find.” He said, desperately trying to control his own emotions.
Hermione looked like a deer in the headlights “W-What do you mean?” She asked
“I was always content to just sit by the side,” Harry began, “I was content to just sit by your side and watch you be happy. Seeing you happy made me happy. It still does. But do you know how hard it is to cling to that when you ignore me for a week? When you go and talk to other people and are happy without me? Do you know how much that hurts after the years we spent being inseparable?” He chuckled bitterly
“I can’t sit by the sidelines and watch you have a happy life if I'm not even on the sidelines, Hermione, and that’s why I'm jealous, that’s why I've been struggling to tamp down my feelings when… never mind, I’m not going to finish that.” He said with a tone of finality before pushing off of the wall
Hermione could see his hands were still clenched and his Jaw was set firmly as if he were steeling himself to go to war, and it broke her heart to see him like that. He turned to storm off but she caught his wrist, stopping him in his tracks
“Your feelings when what?” she whispered out frantically
“Hermione I warned you, don’t. If you pry… If you keep digging into that revelation just now? I won’t be able to hold back. I have these thoughts and I’m trying so hard to push them under but if you keep trying to dig them up I’m going to lose my hold on them.” Harry whispered barely audibly.
“And what if I still want to know what they are?” She asked, a tremble in her voice.
With a strength that she didn’t even know Harry had, she was pulled into him, he was hugging her from behind, pressing into her. There was something primal about this, she felt like prey caught in a trap and it sent shivers down her spine.
“And if it ruins our friendship?” He said with a subtle grind against her ass. At this point, Hermione had a fairly good idea of what Harry meant and a fire was slowly coiling in her core as she responded
“I still want to know,” she stated firmly.
This seemed to be all Harry needed as she found herself pressed against the wall with Harry grinding against her arse, a whimper left her lips as she felt his breath on her ear
“You want to know what I've been thinking the past week? You want to know the thoughts I've kept buried for years, trying to maintain our friendship no matter what?” He asked punctuated with grinds and a nibble to her ear that sent heat straight to her pussy.
Hermione shivered, then nodded.
“I think you should be mine. Mine to hold, mine to kiss… Mine to fuck .” He growled out in her ear “I think everyone should know you’re mine so when Justin and Roger give you those looks when you’re not looking I can walk up and stake my claim so they know to be respectful. I want, no I need to mark you as mine and I have for years at this point. Is that what you expected to hear? Hermione? Did you expect your friend to confess to wanting to fuck you, to use you like some object? Can you see why I kept these thoughts locked away?” He whispered hoarsely before turning, about to try to storm off again.
Hermione grabbed his wrist again, desperate to not let him leave. She saw him turn to face her again, an unreadable expression on his face. Hermione slowly guided his hand up and closer to her head and she gently made him open his hand before guiding it until he was lightly grasping her neck.
“What if I want that? What if I want to be yours? What if I want you to fuck me? To use me?” She whispered back.
Harry lightly squeezed the sides of her neck and was met by a whimper.
Grabbing her by the hand Harry began to lead Hermione down a very familiar path.
He was taking her to the 7th floor.
Soon they were both crowding through the doors to the room of requirement and Hermione took in her surroundings. The atmosphere was dark, the room only lit by candlelight, with the carpet and walls being clad in deep browns and burgundy. It had a cosy but dark feel to it and Hermione felt as if it reflected this new side of Harry that she had been aware of perfectly. Comfortable and familiar but deliciously dark and foreboding.
Before she even knew what was happening she was once again pinned down, this time against the door as Harry leaned in and hungrily captured her lips in a needy kiss that sent shivers across her skin. By the way he was kissing her as if he were suffocating and she was the air he breathed, she had no doubts that when he told her he needed her he wasn’t exaggerating.
She snaked her arms around his neck as she melted into the heated kiss. Her skin was filled with need and the sheer hunger Harry was displaying for her was quickly making her wetter than she ever could remember being.
Harry pulled away from the kiss panting, his eyes locked with Hermione’s and he saw her shiver at the pure desire and lust burning in his gaze.
“Is this what you want?” He said, punctuated with small grinding thrusts against her leg so she knew what he meant “If we do this, there’s no going back, you’ll be mine and I won’t be caught dead without you again.” He growled.
Hermione whimpered at his tone of voice, everything about this was making her head spin with arousal, she could hardly make heads or tails of what was turning her on more.
“Harry..” She moaned out
“Do. You. Want. This?” His tone was dark and unfamiliar and it took all her strength to not just dive into the unknown to learn everything about it.
“Yes…” She whimpered, and had she’d been paying attention to her own voice she would have chided herself for sounding so pathetically horny.
The next thing Hermione knew she was being hauled over the shoulder of her best friend as he walked over to the bed, he palmed her ass and she knew that he could probably tell by the way her breathing had levelled out at ‘panting needily’ that she was ready for him to fuck her brains out.
She hit the bed and the next thing she saw was her best friend looming over her, pure lust in his eyes as he raked his gaze over her body. She was still fully clothed but the heat in his gaze made her feel like she was wearing the sluttiest outfit of her life.
Harry, for his part, was practically vibrating with barely contained lust. This need burning under his skin that he kept under lock and key was finally released and he could only do his best to be along for the ride as he finally took what he needed, being consciously selfish for maybe the first time in his life.
Almost as if he was on autopilot, he unbuttoned her school trousers and firmly yanked them down with her panties until they were bunched up around her knees. He breathed deeply at the sight of her dripping wet cunt as arousal flooded his senses.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” He said as he gripped her thighs roughly and lifted them so her knees were up to her chest, showing off her arse and pussy, framed by her legs and ruffled bottoms around her knees, Harry thought he’d never seen anything more perfect in his life
Before Hermione could respond after coming out of her lust-addled daze, Harry had lowered his head and gave a slow languid lick from the bottom of her pussy to the top, making her squeal and roll her eyes back as a wave of pleasure crashed into her.
“You taste better than I ever could have Imagined” Harry stated as he got back to licking her needy pussy
Hermione was gripping the bedsheets for dear life as she thrashed and bucked up into Harry, his grip on her thighs making her insides flutter at the strength he was showing, no matter how hard she bucked with the pleasure swarming her senses, his grip on her thighs never faltered.
Harry continued to lap at Hermione’s twitching pussy, taking his time to explore and to discover just what made her squeak so adorably, what made her scream in pleasure, and what drove her absolutely crazy.
Harry felt like his cock would snap in half with the pressure it was putting on his trousers so he started to strip off his bottoms while he continued to lick and suck. Finally, he managed to step out of his trousers right as he took her clit in his mouth and sucked gently, making Hermione’s back arch and for her to let out a sound that was a combination between a whine and a scream of pleasure.
Harry, after finally making her come undone ripped her school trousers and panties off of her legs and spread her wide. Hermione would have blushed if she weren’t lost in a sea of ecstasy.
Hermione finally came back to conscious thought to see Harry hunched over her with a look of concern mixed with adoration and pure lust. Her heart fluttered to see the sheer depth of emotion he held for her and she had to hold back tears that were threatening to spring up as she experienced something that felt like it was out of a dream.
Harry reached out and tenderly stroked her cheek with the back of his hand as if she were priceless, and he was afraid of breaking her.
“Hermione. I want to make sure again. If we do this, if I do this, there’s no going back. I’ll own you, you’ll be mine. You’ll be mine: mind, body, and soul. I’ll mark you with my cum and I won’t let you go after that. I won’t stand to lose what we have for this. I won’t lose you for anything Hermione…” Here, he paused, considering his next words carefully “If we do this I’ll be yours too.” He finished quietly
Hermione felt as if her heart would burst. His feelings for her ran so much deeper than the emotions roiling in his gaze could have ever prepared her for. It was scary. It was terrifying even.
But it was so fucking hot.
And it felt right.
“I-” She cut herself off as her voice wavered far too much for her liking. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted something more in my whole life. Claim me, Harry, fuck me until you’re the only thing that matters to me anymore.” She whispered to him
The dark lust returned to his expression and with one swift thrust, he was inside her.
Hermione didn’t know what to think, she was lost in a torrent of pleasure. Harry was fucking her, Harry was using her. He wasn’t holding back in the slightest and every thrust sent a jolt of pleasure up her spine straight to her brain. Every thrust travelled through her whole body, making her jerk back and forth in time with his relentless drilling. She felt so full, all her worries were drifting away and were replaced with nothing but Harry’s cock giving her more pleasure than she thought possible.
She could feel his face buried in the crook of her neck, his breath trailing fire across her skin and his gentle kisses and licks in stark contrast to the rough way he was pounding her into the bed. She could feel his thrusts pick up with a desperate undertone to the movements. That’s when she felt it.
Harry’s gentle kisses and licks had stopped, and before she could even whine in protest she felt his teeth scrape where his lips had been ghosting over her skin in tender kisses. The next thing she knew she was moaning and whining as she felt his teeth dig into her skin. It was a curious feeling, it was hard enough to be sore, but not hard enough for any actual damage to be done. That feeling of being bitten while being fucked relentlessly sent her careening over the edge of her next orgasm.
She could feel his hand caressing her neck when he had bitten her gently, she could feel from his touch the slight imprints of his teeth that he left on her skin.
“I’m not one to just go for lovebites, While I would love to leave them all over your skin as a reminder of me I want something more personal, something that you’ll remember me and only me by” Harry explained through grunts as his thrusts reached a fervency Hermione had never seen before
“Wear that temporary mark with pride. It’s a reminder of who you belong to,” He growled “And when I cum in you, it will forever be marked in your memory too” he whispered lovingly in her ear.
Hermione was panting and writhing. She could tell that he was close and her body was getting ready for his cum. She had never been so turned on in her life and it was making her go stupid. She could only moan and whine and pant as Harry got closer and closer to orgasm.
“Hermione…. Mione…. Mine” She heard him whisper out before he bottomed out inside her and stars filled her vision as he came inside her.
Hermione was breathing heavily, lost in the euphoria of the situation. Never before had she ever thought anything like this would have happened to her but she was by no means complaining. She had never felt more loved or more appreciated than when she was desired so openly by Harry. It was like his desire reinforced the fact that she was desirable in the first place and she felt giggles bubble up in her chest at the thought.
One thing that brought her out of her reverie though was that Harry still hadn’t moved after cumming. She would have expected him to have pulled out and laid next to her at this point and this was when she felt wet drops land on her collarbone where she knew Harry’s head to be resting.
This was what she had needed to come back down and focus on reality. She could hear whispered muttering and could tell that she was wrong, Harry wasn’t still, he was shaking periodically. It took her a moment to process what it was he was doing. He was crying. No. He was sobbing .
She immediately sat up and reached her arms around him, with one hand cradling his head against her whilst stroking his hair reassuringly. The new position allowed her to focus on the muttering and she could finally make out what he was saying.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry….” He repeated over and over under his breath as he sobbed and Hermione felt her heart break a little for him then and there. He had told her about his emotions, and she had been elated to realise that he desired her, but she had also completely missed why he had been trying to push her away. It wasn’t nervousness. It was guilt. He had been caught up in his lust and it had covered up his worries for a time, but after he came in her and got over the pleasure high, all his guilt came rushing back all at once and the influx of emotions was just too much.
“Shhh, shhhh. You’re okay. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. You’re safe.” She whispered consolingly into his ears as she continued to embrace him.
She stayed like that for what felt like forever, just providing comfort and reassurance as Harry got everything out of his system. Eventually, though she could feel him coming down and his sobs had abated. He sat back up from her embrace and she could see the redness of his eyes.
Hermione silently asked the room for some water, not even knowing if what she was asking was possible, but was pleasantly surprised when a table popped into existence next to them with a goblet full of water.
She gently picked up the goblet and brought it to his lips
“Here,” she said, “You need water after that.” She said gently but firmly and slowly tipped the goblet up, as Harry drank deeply.
“Thanks” He whispered vulnerably. It was clear that he was still feeling the effects of coming down and letting everything go.
“Do you want to talk about it?” She asked gently. She needed to know what was wrong, but she wouldn’t push right now if he didn’t want to.
Harry lay down on the bed, staring at nothing as he replied.
“No. I just….” He trailed off “Everything was just so intense, all the emotions, I just couldn’t handle it all at once.” He said before turning toward Hermione so he was on his side. He opened his arms slightly
“Just… hold me? It’s a Friday and we don't have any more classes today… Just for tonight. I need to know you’re not leaving me.” He finished, the last part barely audible.
Without a word, Hermione threw the covers over them both and slipped into his embrace.
She would stay with him tonight, and hopefully, most nights after too. She was his, and he was hers after all.
With a smile, both of them drifted off to sleep soon after.