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lrthunder82Title: Warming Up
Author: LRThunder
Pairing: Harry/Hermione
Word Count: 907
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slight underage (Harry is 17, although Hermione is 18)
Challenge: Used the Day 14 word prompt: cold
Author's Notes: Takes place during Deathly Hallows and explores the possibility of what might of happened if Hermione helped Harry retrieve the Sword of Gryffindor, and if Ron hadn't returned.
Hermione was the first to see the Patronus. Even though it was Harry's turn to stand guard, she couldn't sleep. So, she decided to join him and brewed them both some tea. They sat on the cold ground, listening to the silence and watching the dark.
Then a bright light appeared. It began as a small sparkle before enlarging into the shape of a doe. She nudged Harry, and he was also fascinated by it. What intrigued her was the fact that Harry's Patronus was a stag, and this one was a doe.
It could be a trap, but they agreed it had to be investigated. Not wanting to wait, Harry and Hermione set off across the snow covered the ground. They followed the Patronus until they reached a pond, then it vanished. They were plunged back into complete darkness.
Hermione raised her wand, having gotten it back from Harry. She expected an attack, but nothing happened.
"Hermione, look at this!" Harry said excitedly.
She ran over, almost slipping a couple times. She looked into the lake and knew why he was excited. "It's the Sword of Gryffindor! But how did it get here?"
"Who cares? We need to get it out."
"Stand back, Harry," she said. She pointed her wand at the ice. "Diffindo!" The ice cracked, creating a large hole. "Accio sword!"
Nothing happened. The sword remained at the bottom of the pond.
Harry swore. "Now what are we going to do?"
Hermione knew immediately what to do, but neither of them was going to like it. "One of us is going to have to swim down there and get the sword."
Harry stared at her. "Hermione, it's freezing."
"I know, which is why we're going to have to warm up afterwards."
He nodded curtly. "Right. I'll go."
Hermione shook her head. "It has to be me," she said. "Do you know how to swim?"
"The second task…"
"You had gillyweed then, which you don't have now. Besides, if something goes wrong, do you think I could pull you up?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.
"Fine, but be careful." He watched as Hermione started undressing. "Er, Hermione, what are you doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing?" she asked as she took off her jeans. "Jumping into that water fully clothed is a sure way to get sick." She blushed, realizing she would have no more secrets with Harry. "And you don't have to look away. If you need to pull me out, you will have to look and touch me."
Harry was still blushing, but he managed a nod. "Okay."
Hermione was soon clad in only her bra and knickers. She hesitated briefly before taking them off as well. Now, she definitely wouldn't have any secrets with Harry. She looked at the frigid water, took a deep breath, then jumped in.
Her skin screamed in agony as the biting cold struck it, but she willed herself to go on. The pond couldn't be that deep, yet every inch she swam, the sword seemed further away. She pressed on. Finally, she reached the bottom and grabbed the sword. With swift strokes, she made her way back to the surface.
Harry was there to help her as she climbed back onto land. She shook furiously as the cold continued striking her body. He reached for her clothes, but she stopped him. "There's no time for that. I need to get warm now. Get me back to the tent."
He nodded and helped her. She noticed how awkward it was for him, well, for both of him as he embraced her naked body. Once they were in the tent, Harry grabbed a blanket and threw it around her. She shook it off. "Hermione!"
"I need body heat now! Take off your clothes."
For once, Harry decided not to argue. He quickly undressed, then pressed his body against hers. They wrapped their arms around each other as they shared body heat. His warmth quickly began to dissipate the cold. She still shivered, but it wasn't as bad anymore. Yet, even as she became warmer, she didn't want to let go.
As they continued holding each other, another sensation swept over Hermione: desire. Here she was naked, pressed against her best friend's equally naked body. She knew she should just concentrate on getting warmer, but her body had other ideas. Her hands started caressing his back as she moved against him. His eyes widened with surprise, but he didn't object.
One hand left his back and made its way down to Harry's front. He was even more surprised when it started stroking his cock. "Hermione…"
"Shh," she said. She didn't want anything to ruin the moment now. Slowly, she stroked his cock, steadily increasing the speed of her strokes. Harry closed his eyes and moaned with pleasure. Hermione smiled at the thought she could please her friend like this. Judging by the volume of his moans, she guessed he wouldn't last long.
He didn't. He spilled his seed over her hand, but she reached for her wand and cleaned them both up. "Thank you, Harry."
He blushed furiously. "Don't mention it. Do you think you can get dressed now?"
Hermione smiled again. "I could, but maybe I don't want to. Maybe we should take this to one of the bunks." She laughed when he pulled up. She didn't think she had ever moved that fast in her life.
Author: LRThunder
Pairing: Harry/Hermione
Word Count: 907
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slight underage (Harry is 17, although Hermione is 18)
Challenge: Used the Day 14 word prompt: cold
Author's Notes: Takes place during Deathly Hallows and explores the possibility of what might of happened if Hermione helped Harry retrieve the Sword of Gryffindor, and if Ron hadn't returned.
Hermione was the first to see the Patronus. Even though it was Harry's turn to stand guard, she couldn't sleep. So, she decided to join him and brewed them both some tea. They sat on the cold ground, listening to the silence and watching the dark.
Then a bright light appeared. It began as a small sparkle before enlarging into the shape of a doe. She nudged Harry, and he was also fascinated by it. What intrigued her was the fact that Harry's Patronus was a stag, and this one was a doe.
It could be a trap, but they agreed it had to be investigated. Not wanting to wait, Harry and Hermione set off across the snow covered the ground. They followed the Patronus until they reached a pond, then it vanished. They were plunged back into complete darkness.
Hermione raised her wand, having gotten it back from Harry. She expected an attack, but nothing happened.
"Hermione, look at this!" Harry said excitedly.
She ran over, almost slipping a couple times. She looked into the lake and knew why he was excited. "It's the Sword of Gryffindor! But how did it get here?"
"Who cares? We need to get it out."
"Stand back, Harry," she said. She pointed her wand at the ice. "Diffindo!" The ice cracked, creating a large hole. "Accio sword!"
Nothing happened. The sword remained at the bottom of the pond.
Harry swore. "Now what are we going to do?"
Hermione knew immediately what to do, but neither of them was going to like it. "One of us is going to have to swim down there and get the sword."
Harry stared at her. "Hermione, it's freezing."
"I know, which is why we're going to have to warm up afterwards."
He nodded curtly. "Right. I'll go."
Hermione shook her head. "It has to be me," she said. "Do you know how to swim?"
"The second task…"
"You had gillyweed then, which you don't have now. Besides, if something goes wrong, do you think I could pull you up?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.
"Fine, but be careful." He watched as Hermione started undressing. "Er, Hermione, what are you doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing?" she asked as she took off her jeans. "Jumping into that water fully clothed is a sure way to get sick." She blushed, realizing she would have no more secrets with Harry. "And you don't have to look away. If you need to pull me out, you will have to look and touch me."
Harry was still blushing, but he managed a nod. "Okay."
Hermione was soon clad in only her bra and knickers. She hesitated briefly before taking them off as well. Now, she definitely wouldn't have any secrets with Harry. She looked at the frigid water, took a deep breath, then jumped in.
Her skin screamed in agony as the biting cold struck it, but she willed herself to go on. The pond couldn't be that deep, yet every inch she swam, the sword seemed further away. She pressed on. Finally, she reached the bottom and grabbed the sword. With swift strokes, she made her way back to the surface.
Harry was there to help her as she climbed back onto land. She shook furiously as the cold continued striking her body. He reached for her clothes, but she stopped him. "There's no time for that. I need to get warm now. Get me back to the tent."
He nodded and helped her. She noticed how awkward it was for him, well, for both of him as he embraced her naked body. Once they were in the tent, Harry grabbed a blanket and threw it around her. She shook it off. "Hermione!"
"I need body heat now! Take off your clothes."
For once, Harry decided not to argue. He quickly undressed, then pressed his body against hers. They wrapped their arms around each other as they shared body heat. His warmth quickly began to dissipate the cold. She still shivered, but it wasn't as bad anymore. Yet, even as she became warmer, she didn't want to let go.
As they continued holding each other, another sensation swept over Hermione: desire. Here she was naked, pressed against her best friend's equally naked body. She knew she should just concentrate on getting warmer, but her body had other ideas. Her hands started caressing his back as she moved against him. His eyes widened with surprise, but he didn't object.
One hand left his back and made its way down to Harry's front. He was even more surprised when it started stroking his cock. "Hermione…"
"Shh," she said. She didn't want anything to ruin the moment now. Slowly, she stroked his cock, steadily increasing the speed of her strokes. Harry closed his eyes and moaned with pleasure. Hermione smiled at the thought she could please her friend like this. Judging by the volume of his moans, she guessed he wouldn't last long.
He didn't. He spilled his seed over her hand, but she reached for her wand and cleaned them both up. "Thank you, Harry."
He blushed furiously. "Don't mention it. Do you think you can get dressed now?"
Hermione smiled again. "I could, but maybe I don't want to. Maybe we should take this to one of the bunks." She laughed when he pulled up. She didn't think she had ever moved that fast in her life.
