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A/N: This is the final instalment of Superheroes, Snow and Circles guys! Before you ask, no there will not be an epilogue or any sort of continuation after this. But thank you for all of your wonderful reviews! This is, once again, devoted to my wonderful reader and reviewer Michelle Moonshine! Please remember to review at the end guys!


Superheroes, Snow and Circles

Chapter Three: Circles

Once back in the warm common room, Harry began to take his clothes off.

"Harry what are you doing?" Hermione asked incredulously, watching him with wide eyes.

"My clothes are wet and I don't want to get a cold," he said simply, pulling his shirt over his head and letting it drop to the ground. His hands went to his pants and Hermione almost squeaked, looking away automatically. Harry noticed the look on her face and smiled knowingly. "Am I making you nervous?" he asked innocently.

"No," she replied immediately, the look on her face telling him the opposite.

He kept on smiling and nodded, undoing his pants and letting them fall to the ground. Left in his boxers, he gathered his clothing and laid them out in front of the fire, kneeling down there himself and holding his hands out in an attempt to warm them up.

Hermione bit her lip, noticing the snail trail of hair leading down from his naval and past the waistband of his boxers, leading down there. This also drew attention to his abdomen, the ridges of muscle looking very well defined in the light of the fire. She'd never really noticed how… attractive Harry was before.

She suddenly realised just how wet and cold she was and decided to do the same as Harry. 'I'll just take my robes off,' she thought, sliding them off her shoulders. She then realised, with dismay, that her shirt and pants were completely soaked through, making her feel a little colder.

"Just take them off," Harry said, looking up at her from the fire.

She bit her lip and said, "No cracks about my underwear or anything else."

He smiled cheekily and said, "Of course not."

She looked away from him as she unbuttoned her shirt, shrugging it off her shoulders when it was undone. Her pants were soon off too, leaving her in a black lacy bra and matching underwear. She then gathered her clothes up and laid them out in front of the fire, just as Harry had done.

Harry watched her with appreciation, his eyes trailing up her long legs, to her abdomen and up to her chest.

"Harry, that's not my face," she said, with a bit of a smirk, placing her hands on her hips.

He blushed slightly and grinned cheekily up at her again. "I never thought you'd wear such… attractive underwear," he stated, winking at her.

She poked her tongue out at him and sat down next to him. "I never thought you'd wear Spiderman boxers," she said, smiling in amusement as she recognised the red and blue images on his boxers. "Where are your Wonder Woman ones?"

"I save them for special occasions," he said, smiling a very silly smile and tapping the side of his nose.

She smiled back at him and poked his side softly. He poked her back. She poked him. He poked her.

Quite suddenly, she jumped on top of him, tickling him as though there was no tomorrow, laughing as he giggled stupidly in delight.

"Hermione!" he yelled, trying to catch her wrists for the second time that day.

She giggled happily, enjoying being able to tickle his skin directly. Her fingers were tingling slightly with the warmth of his skin, and she felt her stomach do a somersault when she remembered she was straddling him while they were in their underwear.

This momentary lapse in concentration costed her dearly – Harry caught her wrists and somehow managed to flip over, so she was on the bottom and he was on top. He was now straddling her hips and pinning her wrists behind her head with both hands. Their faces weren't very far apart and Harry felt Hermione struggle weakly beneath him. He was sort of lying on top of her, his hips squarely on top of hers, unintentionally pressing himself into her. She bit her lip as she felt his 'down there' rub against her 'down there'.

Harry let go of her wrists and move back to sit up. He didn't move from her hips and kept on gazing down at her, almost in awe of how… beautiful she looked – she was lying there with her hair spread out on the ground beneath her and her arms above her head, making her breasts look very pert. They rose and fell as she breathed in and out, gazing back up at him. Her eyes had mesmerised him again, freezing him in his position and never wanting to break eye contact.

A small clunking sound was made as a log in the fireplace fell clumsily, startling Harry out of his trance. He shook his head slightly and looked around at the fire. It was still burning brightly, making his back feel very warm. He looked back down at Hermione to see she had crossed her arms and was now looking slightly embarrassed. He sighed and moved off her, meaning to gather his robes up and take them up to his room.

But he felt a hand enclose around his.

He looked back to see Hermione sitting up and biting her lip, looking uneasy.

"What's wrong?" he asked softly, turning back to face her.

"Don't leave," she replied, just as softly, fixing him with her chocolate brown-eyed stare again.

He nodded and said, "What do you want to do now?"

She shrugged.

"Well… why don't we…?"

He didn't get to finish his sentence, for Hermione had thrown herself against him again. This time however, her lips fell upon his, and they were soon kissing each other, tongues fighting and exploring each other's mouth. Hermione slid her hands up to play with the hair on the back of his head and she was surprised to find out how soft it really was. Harry's hands were placed on her lower back, tracing her panty-line, making her shiver as he passed the centre of her lower back.

He soon moved his hands further up her body, inching around to the front of her body and up towards her chest. Hermione groaned softly as he touched her breasts, feeling her erect nipples through the material of her bra. His mouth left hers to make a trail of kisses across her jaw to her earlobe, where he nibbled and sucked, and making Hermione moan again.

"Harry," she whispered breathlessly, pushing him slightly away.

"Hmm?" he murmured, moving back from her.

"We need… we need to stop," she whispered, opening her eyes and looking up at him.

He nodded reluctantly and moved to a safer distance from her. He noticed her chewing on her swollen bottom lip and looking at his lower body. He looked down at himself and sighed.

"Sorry," she said in a small voice.

"Don't be," he said immediately. "Just… just let me go and get rid of… this and we'll talk."

She nodded.


When Harry came back down to the common room, Hermione was sitting on the couch, the blanket they'd been sleeping under the night before wrapped around her body.

"You didn't change?" he asked, walking over to sit down next to her.

She shrugged and said, "I didn't know how long you were going to be and I didn't want you to think I just ran away if you came down before I'd finish changing."

Harry nodded.

"Where does this leave us?" she asked softly, looking sideways at him.

"Wherever you want it to leave us," Harry said, turning his body on the couch to face her.

She sighed and looked down at her bare legs. "I'm not sure," she said softly.

"Alright. Why did you… start kissing me?" he asked, reaching out to touch her chin to try to get her to look at him.

Hermione hesitated before saying, "I guess it was just a sort of… reaction to being so close to you these holidays. The sleeping together, the hugging and the fact that you were almost naked," she added with a small smile.

"Good," he said softly. She at last looked him in the eye and he smiled reassuringly. "You're a good kisser," he added, a smirk returning to his face.

The corners of her mouth uplifted in another small smile and she said, "So are you. And I'm sorry I stopped you when I did."

"Why?"

She glanced down at his boxers and said, "You were obviously having a good time."

Harry grinned apologetically and said, "You don't need to be sorry Hermione. I don't want to force you to do anything."

Hermione smiled again and said, "That's why I did what I did."

"I don't understand."

"You… you would stop if I asked you to. You're more concerned about how I feel than how you feel," she said, looking up at him. She smiled, "You're the sort of guy girls dream about."

Harry smiled back and said, "Did you dream about me?"

Hermione laughed softly and slapped his arm lightly. "Naughty Harry," she scolded him, not able to stop a small grin spreading across her face.

"What do you want to now then?" he asked.

She shook the blanket from around her shoulders and looked at her watch. "It'll be time for dinner in a few hours." She looked up at Harry and smiled, biting her bottom lip again. "We could… continue what we were doing."

Harry smiled and obliged.


Hours later, up in Harry's dorm, Hermione was sitting up in his bed smiling in a satisfied way as she read a book. Harry propped himself up on an elbow, watching the way her eyebrows creased as she frowned, the way her cheeks moved as she smiled and the way she absentmindedly drew small circles on the cover of the book.

"Why do you do that?" he asked suddenly.

"What?" she asked, looking down at him from the book.

"You trace circles on surfaces sometimes," he said, sitting up.

"Oh. Well, it's a bit silly," she said, blushing slightly.

"Come on," he said, taking the book away from her and closing it.

"I only trace circles when I'm around the things that I love," she said slowly. "Things like books."

"Me?" Harry asked, watching her reaction very closely.

She smiled and nodded. "You," she said, fixing him with her chocolate brown-eyed stare again.

Harry grinned and leant over and kissed her lips softly. "I love you too," he murmured.

Hermione smiled and kissed him back, rolling over on top of him and sliding one leg in between his. "Good," she said, kissing him again.


The End

A/N: The end! The end of Superheroes, Snow and Circles! Lol I hope you liked it… I wasn't sure about that ending but meh (and you can come to your own conclusions about what they were doing in that bed… and whether or not they were still wearing the underwear lol). That's that… as I said before there won't be an epilogue or anything else like that. And I know it is very cliché and stereotypical and so not realistic but I honestly don't care. So please review guys! Hugs and cookie dough for the reviewers!

Alex