Title: HeadSpin
Ships: Harry/Hermione
Rating: Adult
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Say it with me now ~ me ... don't ... own.
Summary: He made her head spin.
Authors Notes: This is my first 'proper' H/Hr fic in about 10 months!! *is ashamed* Dedicated to the wonderful inell - consider it a belated anniversay present. *hugs*
50_smutlets prompt: Kitchen



Headspin


Hermione didn’t understand.

There weren’t many things she didn’t understand and this was one of them. It made no logical sense to her. She didn’t know where it came from and she was terrified about where it could lead.

But there was no denying it.

He made her head spin.

No man had ever had this effect on her. Not Viktor, with their gentle and stolen kisses. Not Ron, with their short but intense relationship. Not any of the men she had casually dated since then. So why did her best friend suddenly make her head spin?

She feels tense in Harry’s presence and she prays he doesn’t observe her altered behaviour. Every look he gives her tightens her stomach. Every touch of his hand or brushing of their skin makes her skin burn. Every smile he bestows makes her heart thump hard in her chest.

She doesn’t understand how Harry can have this affect on her. He had always been her best friend and she doesn’t know how or why or when she suddenly felt this desire for him but now it’s all she can feel.

She takes a deep breath before walking to the door. She and Harry were going out to dinner and he insisted on coming to pick her up, despite the fact they lived in the same building, just on different floors. She opened the door and he stood on the other side of the threshold with a small bunch of flowers in his hand.

“Hey,” she said.

“Hey,” he replied softly.

Harry bashfully handed her the flowers. She grinned when she accepted them and said, “What are these for?”

He shrugged. “Do I really need a reason to give my best friend some flowers?”

Hermione looked suspiciously at him before turning on her heel and heading to the kitchen to put the flowers in water. He wordlessly followed her in.

“You’re a man. Men don’t just give women flowers for no reason.”

He laughed at that and her whole body felt it. “Well, I think we established long ago that I’m not you’re average bloke.”

Hermione grinned at him. “Yes, I suppose we did.”

They looked at each other for a moment and Hermione found it nearly impossible to tear her eyes away from his. She bit her lip and averted her eyes, looking down to the floor. Harry stepped forward, coming to stand just in front of her, reaching out and taking her hand in his.

“What is it?”

Her head snapped up. “Nothing.”

“Hermione, please, we’ve known each other too long. Something’s bothering you. What is it?”

She wanted desperately to tell him. He was her best friend and she told him everything. But how exactly does one go about casually telling their oldest friend that every time their eyes met her stomach tightened and all she wanted was to drag him to her bedroom and not leave for days?

“It’s nothing, really. Come on, we’re gonna be late.”

She started to walk away but Harry still had hold of her hand. He forcibly pulled her back to him and she was so unprepared for this action that she had to stop herself stumbling into him. She managed to stop herself from crashing into him but she was thoroughly invading his personal space. His eyes were locked on hers and she barely had time to register the flecks of gold in his green eyes or her heavily beating heart before he put a hand to her cheek and pressed his lips to hers.

She kissed him back instantly, resting her hands on his shoulder. Their mouths opened to one another and tongues touched and suddenly they couldn’t get close enough. Harry’s hands were firm on her back and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, needing to get closer. If she thought he made her head spin before, it was nothing compared to how she was feeling now.

Harry broke the kiss. “Hermione,” he breathed but then she pressed her lips back to his and he opened his mouth and forgot the entire notion of talking. He backed her up until they bumped into the kitchen bench. Having her pinned there with no escape he began roaming his hands over her body. She moaned into his mouth at the touch. He broke their kiss, sliding the strap of her dress off her shoulder and pressing his lips to her skin. She ran a hand through his shaggy hair as he kissed along her shoulder. His hand found its way to the zip on the side of her dress and he slowly pulled it down. His mouth found hers again as he pulled her other strap down and pushed the top of her dress down to her waist. Hermione deftly undid the buttons of his shirt and relieved him of the material. She ran her hands over his chest, her thumbs brushing over his nipples, before removing her strapless bra and pressing their bodies together, the feel of skin on skin more than she ever could have imagined.

Harry put his mouth to her right breast, laving the nipple with his tongue. Hermione moaned, her hands in his hair as he used his lips, tongue and hands to explore every inch of her chest and stomach. Hermione put her hands to his face, bringing him up for a kiss before breaking it to press her lips to his chest. She placed hot, open mouthed kisses on his chest, flicking her tongue over his nipple, making him moan. She undid his pants, sliding her hand into them and grasping his cock as she kissed him, thrusting her tongue hard into his mouth.

They stumbled back away from the bench. Harry didn’t think they would make it to the bedroom so without breaking contact he lowered them to the floor.

Hermione’s hands where everywhere. They broke their kiss and roughly removed Harry’s pants and boxers before making quick work of Hermione’s dress and knickers. Hermione was lying on the cool, white tiles of her kitchen floor and Harry positioned himself over her. They looked at each other for a moment, noses almost touching, before Hermione hooked her legs around Harry’s hips as he pushed into her.

They both moaned at the contact. Harry began moving, capturing her lips with his. He buried his face in her neck, mesmerised by the amazing noises Hermione made as he thrust.

Hermione rolled them over so she was on top. She sat on him, moving up and down with her eyes shut tight. Harry took a moment to ogle her bouncing tits before sitting, wrapping his arms around her for balance. She grasped at his back as she rode him, their sweaty skin sliding together.

Harry didn’t know how long he would be able to last. The sensation of them together was incredible. His hand found her breast, his fingertips brushing her nipple. She moaned, throwing her head back as she continued moving. Harry put his mouth to her neck, sliding his tongue up the pale column.

He could tell she was close. His teeth grazed her neck and he teased her nipple into a hard peak. He came with a grunt, Hermione screaming his name as she too crested.

They fell to the floor, Hermione atop Harry, their skin glistening. They were both out of breath and Harry put his arms around her as she shook.

After taking a few moments to let their heart beats calm, Hermione lifted her head to look at Harry. They smiled at each other, Harry leaning up and pressing his lips to hers.

He gently ran his thumb over the arch of her cheek and with a cheeky grin said, “Do you think next time we’ll make it to the bedroom?”