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A/N: Final chapter! Woohoo! I hope you like the ending… some words from 'Everything' are somewhere in this chapter. So yeah… go read and please remember to review!


Chapter Three:

"Why on earth haven't you two –" Ron asked, finishing his sentence with a thrust of his hips.

Harry rolled his eyes and said, "For the last time, we don't really need to."

"Oh come on Harry, all guys need to have sex."

"Just because you're completely obsessed doesn't mean I am," Harry said reasonably, looking back down at his unfinished Charms essay.

"It's really fun," Ron said in an irritating singsong voice.

"So you've told me," Harry said, sighing and looking back up at Ron. "You're not going to leave me alone, are you?"

"Not until you explain yourself in a way that I understand."

Harry placed his quill down and looked at Ron straight in the eye. "First of all, we've only been going out for four months. And I don't think Hermione wants to do that with me until she's completely ready, which she's not. Secondly, we don't need to. I know, I know, it's a wonderful thing," he said quickly as Ron opened his mouth to say something, "but I'm perfectly content with just being with Hermione."

"You've always just been with Hermione. I don't understand how anything's different," Ron said confusedly.

Harry sighed and glanced over at the entrance to the Library. He smiled as he noticed Hermione appear through it and begin to make her way for them. "Everything's different," he said softly. "I've always loved her… but knowing that she loves me too just gives me this wonderful warm, rising feeling. And – I know you think this will sound completely corny – but she's honestly all I want and all I need."

"I think I'll just be off to go throw up," Ron said, looking slightly disgusted, but with a smirk dancing all over his eyes.

"Oh sod off," Harry said, punching Ron's shoulder lightly. "Hey 'Mione," he added to Hermione as she approached them.

"Finished your Charms essay?" she asked, leaning across to kiss Harry's cheek softly and smirking at him.

"No, Ron distracted me with odd questions about us," Harry said, sighing heavily.

"I don't want to know what those questions were, do I?" she asked, laughing softly.

Ron grinned, "I won't tell you but Harry will. I'll see you two later. I do believe I have my gorgeous Luna waiting for me for dinner in the Great Hall."

"Bye Ron," Harry and Hermione said as he packed up quickly and stood up, leaving the Library.

"So what were you talking about?" she asked, unpacking her own essay, quill and ink.

"He was wondering why we haven't had sex yet," Harry said lightly, rolling his eyes.

Hermione snorted, "Why?"

"Because he seems to think that everyone should be doing it," he said, shrugging.

"Oh yes, to quote the immortal words of 'Let's Talk about Sex' by Salt-N-Pepa, 'everybody should be making love'," Hermione said, smirking at Harry.

He laughed, "Immortal words?"

"Oh that song is wonderful," she said, laughing at him, "I should make you listen to it in the summer holidays."

"I'm sure you will."

There was a small silence and Hermione frowned down at her finished essay, thinking hard. "Why aren't we having sex?" she asked suddenly, looking up at him.

Harry shrugged, "I didn't think you wanted to. And I thought you wanted to take everything slowly. Considering the way we got together, I thought it was best that we took it slower."

She smiled and looked back down at her essay. "You see, it's things like that about you that makes me wonder why on earth I haven't attempted to… make our lives more interesting," she said, biting her bottom lip slightly and running her forefinger and thumb up and down the stem of her quill.

Harry swallowed slightly and watched her forefinger and thumb slide along her quill. "Oh really?" he asked, making an attempt to sound flirty, but sounding more nervous than he meant to.

Hermione looked up at him again, still biting on her bottom lip. "How would you feel if we did have sex?"

"I wouldn't be able to stop grinning, but are you sure?" he asked, touching her arm softly.

She leant over to him and kissed his lips tenderly, "When you've finished your essay we can go up to your dorm."

"Are you sure you want to do it in there?" Harry asked, frowning slightly. "I know we can use a silencing charm but Ron will most certainly notice the bed moving."

Hermione paused, frowning slightly. "Ooh!" she exclaimed, grinning, "The Room of Requirement! Remember, once we're in there no one can get in, unless they're thinking along the same lines as we are."

"Then let me finish my essay," Harry said, picking his quill up and beginning to write.

When they entered the Room of Requirement, they both grinned in appreciation – with a roaring fire, a beautiful Queen-sized double bed and a small table with a light snack awaiting them, it was picture perfect of a romantic night.

"I love this room," Hermione breathed, going to the bed and sitting down on it, running her hands across the pillows.

"Oh look, aphrodisiacs," Harry said, laughing as he noticed what was left for them to eat.

"No, that's a plate of fruit Harry," Hermione said, standing up and walking over to the food.

"Hey, bananas, pineapples and strawberries are aphrodisiacs," Harry said, smirking at her. "See the shape of the banana is…"

"Okay, stop," she said, giggling at him and slapping his arm.

He grinned and picked a strawberry up, biting off the tip of it, "Terribly yummy," he remarked, smirking at her.

She grinned and took the half-eaten strawberry from him and chewed off the rest of it, "Terribly," she agreed, pulling him closer and kissing him, tasting the wonderful flavour of strawberry in his mouth.

"Mmm," Harry murmured, licking his lips as the kiss ended, "What else should we eat?"

Hermione smiled and kissed him again. She pushed his robes off his shoulders and then shrugged hers off too, "Isn't there some chocolate?" she asked, tugging her school jumper over her head.

"Of course," Harry said, reaching over and picking up a large slab of chocolate from the small table. He raised his arms as he felt her pull his jumper up. When it was removed he broke a piece of chocolate off the slab and placed it in Hermione's mouth, watching her bite down on it, a look of ecstasy gracing her features as she swallowed.

"I do love Honeydukes chocolate," she murmured, leaning up and kissing him again. The taste of the chocolate and strawberries mingled together in their mouths and Harry dropped the slab of chocolate back on the table and picked Hermione up like a baby. She laughed softly as he grinned rather cheekily at her and began to kiss her again.

Once he'd laid her down on the bed, he moved off her to her feet and removed her shoes and socks. She watched him kick his own shoes and socks off and then pulled him back to her, by his collar, beginning to kiss him again. She attempted to undo his shirt, but her fingers fumbled over the buttons and she sighed into the kiss as she ripped his shirt apart as best she could.

Harry laughed in the back of his throat and broke the kiss, "Now, who's enthusiastic?"

"Me of course," she said in a husky voice, ripping at her own shirt apart, the buttons once again going flying.

"Your poor shirts will start complaining soon if you keep on ripping the buttons off," he remarked, smirking as he saw her chest rising up and down a little faster than normal.

"I'm sure they'll survive," she said, shrugging her shirt off her shoulders and pulling him back to her. She reached around her back to undo her bra, but he stopped her,

"Let me," he said softly, looking over her shoulder as he snaked his arms around her back to pull the bra apart. He did so successfully, rather quickly Hermione noticed, and pulled it off her, grinning again as he watched her nipples harden at the slightly cooler air of the room. "I will never get over how gorgeous you are," he said, looking back at Hermione.

He kissed her mouth tenderly, his hands resting on her side, slowly inching them towards her chest. As he touched the soft skin of her breasts she broke the kiss, gasping slightly. He smiled and moved to kiss her neck, his fingers teasing the engorged nipple. She threw her head back to gaze at the ceiling as his lips, teeth and tongue found her nipple, moaning softly as he sucked in. She writhed slightly beneath him, moaning again as he sucked in. He switched breasts, his lips going to work on her other nipple. She moaned his name out this time and clutched at the back of his head. She could feel a deep, rising burning sensation in the pit of her stomach and the wetness in between her legs seemed to intensify.

He moved back from her chest and glanced down at her breasts; he had left angry red marks and her chest was rising and falling rapidly now.

She looked back up at him and raised an eyebrow, "I'm not done," she murmured breathlessly.

Harry grinned and said, "Give me a little time to remove the rest of our clothing Hermione."

When Hermione woke up the next morning, it took her a moment to realise where she was. Once she did, she grinned and snuggled closer into her pillows, sighing and closing her eyes again. Next to her, Harry was snoring softly, muttering every now and then in his sleep. A moment later Hermione decided to disturb his peace, pulling the blankets down to his hips and trailing her fingernails across his stomach.

"Harry," she whispered to his ear, her lips enclosing around his earlobe.

"Mmm," he murmured sleepily, grinning as she sucked him in slightly.

"'Morning," she said, moving back from his ear and propping herself up on an elbow and gazing down at him.

"Good sleep?" he asked, turning his head to look up at her.

"Not too bad," she replied, smirking at him. "Although we didn't get much sleep."

Harry grinned and winked at her, "That's a good thing though."

"Most definitely," she said, lying back down next to him and snuggling up with him, sliding one of her legs between his and resting her arm on his stomach. "It's also good it's Saturday," she said, grinning slightly, "I don't think I could have concentrated if we had classes today."

"Yes, I would have been too involved in frustrating you sexually again," he said, leaning forward to kiss the top of her head lightly.

She giggled softly and poked his belly button, "Naughty Harry."

"Oh but you love me," he said playfully as she sat up slightly to shift her body across so she was lying face down on top of him.

She smiled and said, "I do love you."

"I love you too 'Mione," he said softly, leaning forward to kiss her cheek softly. She smiled and laid her head down on his chest, playing with his right nipple softly. "You know, we haven't ever really said that to each other," Harry said thoughtfully, laughing in the back of his throat as she pinched his nipple.

She grinned and moved her head around so she was resting her chin on her forearm. "I know," she said softly, still playing with his nipple. "But it just seemed the right time to say it now."

"Yeah," Harry agreed, watching her fingers caress him softly. "You do realise that if you keep on doing that I'll have to pounce on top of you and have my way with you."

She grinned, "That was rather the point dear."


She poked her tongue out at him and rolled off him, standing up off the bed and walking around to the plate of fruit. "Would you like a banana?" she asked, grinning a very cheeky grin as she picked the biggest up banana off the plate.

"If you come back to bed and cuddle with me I think I'd be just fine," Harry said, smiling smugly as he watched her slide forefinger and thumb up the banana. "In fact, I think I'd be fine for the rest of my life if you did," he added as an afterthought.

Hermione smiled and placed the banana back down, picking up a couple of strawberries instead. She moved back to the bed and crawled back to snuggle up next to him. "I think I might just stay here then."

"Good idea," he said before she popped one strawberry into his mouth.

"Mine usually are," she said cheekily, putting the other strawberry in her mouth.

The End