Hermione And Her Husband: Chapter 2, Love Nest (Patreon)

Hermione led Harry through the maze of hallways and corridors, eventually finding themselves on the seventh floor, across from the portrait of Barnabas the Barmy.

Without any hesitation, Hermione pushed Harry back until he was pressed up against the castle's cold stone walls. She leaned in, ignoring his confusion, and placed a feather-light kiss upon his lips, her eyes fluttering shut.

It was a chaste first kiss, but Hermione could feel her magic singing all the same. Kissing Harry felt right in a way that nothing else ever had. Surely no ordinary kiss could compare to the sensation of her magic dancing upon their joined lips.

It was like her life had suddenly become one of her classic romance novels that she normally hid away like a dirty little secret. She pulled back from the kiss, opening her eyes and taking in Harry's shell-shocked visage.

After a moment devoid of thought, Harry's mind rebooted, and his eyes came alive in a way Hermione had never seen before in their three years of friendship. Acting completely out of character, shy timid Harry Potter spun her around and pressed her against the wall in turn, capturing her lips passionately.

As Hermione felt her body be overcome with a scorching heat from Harry's dominance, she knew that no Jane Austen novel would do now that she'd tasted the real thing. Harry was amazing, and she loved him with her entire being. It had taken an outside perspective to see it, but the boy who had fought a troll for her had long ago captured her heart.

She remembered feeling a hint of this love when they rode on Buckbeak together to rescue Sirius, but now she knew. She was meant to be Harry's, and she would make him great. With her knowledge of the future, she would help him navigate all obstacles and become the best version of himself. As any dutiful wife would do for her future husband.

She moulded her body to his, her curves teasing him tantalizingly. She felt his hardness press up against her thigh. He was big. Hermione's face had what felt like a permanent blush. She hadn't expected Harry to be so forward! Does he feel the same way?

They kissed for a few minutes, lost in the other, before Harry pulled back, breathless. His eyes were bright, and he couldn't suppress the grin that stole its way across his face if he tried.

"What was that all about, Hermione?" he practically purred. His voice was an octave deeper and had a smooth quality that sent shivers down Hermione's spine. Pleasant, tingly shivers that went straight to her ovaries. Between the kiss, Harry's unexpected aggressiveness, and his delicious voice, Hermione was more turned on than she ever had been.

She wanted to drag Harry into the Room of Requirement and fuck him all night long, but she strangled her manic desires down with a will of steel. They would get there, eventually, but she couldn't make it too easy for her best friend. They had a long way to go before they wouldn't have to worry about getting killed every second Tuesday.

She gathered herself, fighting her fierce blush and trying to maintain at least a little dignity. It wouldn't do for him to see the true extent of the effect he had on her. Especially on her hormones. Based on the smug look in his eyes, he knew well enough. Hermione pouted. She knew Harry was smarter than he let on, but did his EQ have to come online at this particular moment? Hopefully, it was a one-off.

Hermione leaned into Harry, looking up into his eyes, "I love you, dummy. Obviously," she huffed, embarrassed. She wasn't someone who regularly opened up or talked about her emotions, much like Harry, but she had no problem proclaiming her love for the young man holding her in his arms.

Harry looked at her in awe, like he couldn't believe what she was saying. He stared her in the eyes without blinking. He was looking for any hint that she was lying or joking but found none. Her eyes reflected only love, desire, and lust, as much as she tried to hide it.

She really wanted him.

"I love you, too," Harry whispered, reverently.

He'd always known he loved Hermione. She was one of his first and best friends, but he thought that love was like the love between a brother and sister. Now that he'd tasted her lips, he knew that was a mere justification for ignoring his feelings like a coward.

Hermione smiled brilliantly and Harry's breath was taken away. Had he ever seen her as happy as she was when he told her he loved her? Did his love mean so much to her?

"Oh, Harry," she muttered, overwhelmed by her emotions. "You have no idea how worried I was. Things in Gryffindor aren't good for you right now..." she trailed off at the look on Harry's face. She didn't want to ruin the mood, but she did need to explain why she dragged him all the way to the seventh floor. She didn't bring him here just to snog. She was a responsible girlfriend!

She brought her hands up to cup his cheeks, making sure he knew she meant her following words, "No matter what, I'm here for you, Harry. We'll get through this, together," she promised.

Harry's face brightened slightly and she continued, "I don't trust our dorm mates to not spit on us in the halls this year, so I think we're mostly on our own for now. To be safe, this is where we'll be living for the rest of the year. It's called The Room of Requirement." She disentangled herself from his arms and began to pace in front of the wall.

After three turns, an ornate door appeared on the bare stone wall. Hermione stared at it in fascination. It was one thing to see it in a movie, but now that she had a background in magical knowledge, she was truly blown away by what she was seeing. This was a magical marvel! She couldn't wait to study it! Maybe one day she could make her own Room of Requirement?

She only realized she had come to a stop and was staring at the door in wonder when Harry tapped her on the shoulder. "Don't check out on me just yet, Miss Granger," Harry teased. He recognized when she was distracted by some random thought that branched off into a tangent. If he left her alone, she could space out for minutes, lost in her brilliant mind.

"You were saying?" he prompted.

Her ever-present blush deepened, if that was possible, but she rallied. "Right! The Room of Requirement becomes whatever we require. I designed this layout specifically for the two of us," she said with a wink. She was feeling free and playful ever since Harry's confession of love. She'd never tried drugs, but she imagined this was what it felt like to be high.

She waved her wand with a flourish, and the door opened, theatrically. Before Harry could take a look inside, Hermione pulled him through into the dimly lit room beyond. The door closed behind them, locking shut with a series of different types of locks, of varying design. Nobody was getting inside without the use of a great deal of force.

She led him to the center of the Room, where a majestic king-sized bed sat, covered in satin and plush pillows. The entire room was coloured Gryffindor red, though it was accented with green, the same shade as Harry's eyes. Hermione hadn't meant to do that, but she was more than happy with the result. A little bit too Christmas, but she was one of those degenerates who listened to holiday music year-round, anyways. Nothing wrong with a little bit of extra Christmas cheer.

Hermione pushed Harry back onto the bed, transfiguring his robes into silk pajamas as she did. This was one of the spells she'd perfected. She loved the feeling of the magically perfected material caressing her skin at night. It would make snuggling up to Harry that much more pleasant. She transfigured her own clothes into a tight nightgown with a much shorter skirt than her usual. If her mother saw the altered nightwear she would be scandalized, Hermione was sure.

She wasn't wearing anything too revealing, but her legs were bare and exposed up to a few inches below her ass. To Harry, who hadn't had much exposure to women, the tantalizing sight of Hermione showing that much skin ignited his libido like a freight train. He had always thought she was cute, or even beautiful, but now she was downright sexy.

Hermione sat down next to Harry on the bed and latched onto his arm, cuddling into him. As Harry looked around the room, trying to distract himself from the feeling of Hermione's body clinging to him, he took note of a few doors that were clearly labeled. There was a bathroom, a library, a dueling room, and a dressing room, to name a few. "You can be this specific when designing the room?" he asked, surprised.

"Well, most people wouldn't be able to..." Hermione drawled with a smirk. She was very smug about the success of her first design. It had everything she envisioned, down to the last detail. Most importantly, it only had one bed!

As she thought that, a look of realization came across Harry's face. "Hold on," he started, "I don't see any other bedrooms? Or beds? I-"

Hermione stopped him, "Don't be silly, Harry. We'll obviously be sharing a bed from now on. Don't you want to sleep with me?" she asked innocently with big doe eyes, pressing her breasts into his arm. She wasn't wearing a bra, and she was still turned on, so Harry was acutely aware of two very pointed parts of her anatomy that ensnared his attention.

Harry was a dense, confused teenage boy, but let it never be said that he wasn't a Gryffindor. He charged ahead, the memory of Hermione's reaction to his kiss flashing through his mind.

He pushed Hermione further onto the bed, and she fell onto her back. She stared up at him, wide-eyed, as he joined her. He looked down at her and leaned down, capturing her lips in another passionate kiss.

Harry pressed his body to hers, settling between her legs as they came up and wrapped around his waist, like it was the most natural thing in the world. The thin material of their night clothes may as well have not existed as they embraced, grinding their sexes together.

They were both incredibly turned on, years of sexual tension that they'd both been ignoring and suppressing boiling over the top all at once. Hermione needed to get things under control before they went all the way, but she knew she couldn't just do nothing, not in their current state.

It's a good thing she'd read so many erotica- er, research novels in preparation for this exact moment, though she didn't know that at the time. They could have lots of fun and Hermione could hold some of her firsts, along with the kinkier shit, in reserve as rewards to motivate Harry to become a better wizard.

She knew the perfect position for their first time in bed together. First, she'd have to help him take the edge off, which should be fun for both of them.

Well, before that she would need to find a way to extract herself from his perfect kisses. Their tongues played together, dipping in and out of the other's mouth, like they'd been together for years.

Hermione never wanted to leave Harry's embrace. If she had her way, he wouldn't ever want to leave her, either.

All it would take was time. And sex. Lots and lots of sex.