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As their first two weeks went by, those free periods they had were not as relaxing as they had hoped. They used their free periods to work on their course work for their other classes, and even though technically the last free periods on Tuesday, Thursday and Fridays were supposed to be Grace’s and Harry’s time to spend alone – they didn’t really get to spend it how they wanted. Grace had imagined holing themselves up in his dorm, or in the Room of Requirement, snogging and touching and just being together… They were up in his dorm… but with their textbooks out on their laps as they lounged on his bed with Sophie curled between them.
With nonverbal spells being the expectation in all of their classes, Grace took extra time practicing with Harry, and every time she did it he would kiss her somewhere. And every time Harry managed to perform a nonverbal spell successfully, he got to touch her. She received more kisses than he got to fondle and caress, but the thought of her breasts… either with his lips on them, or in his hands – or even his hand up her skirt – well they were good motivators to work harder.
However, that Friday afternoon they decided to take a break from studying because the next day was quidditch trials, and Grace needed all the rest she could get – and Harry made sure she got it.
With his bed curtains drawn, an imperturbable charm over his bed, the two of them were lost in the frenzy of their heated kisses, and touches. Harry was shirtless and pressed against Grace, resting between her legs, as he kissed down her collar bone. Grace leaned up, putting her weight on her elbows as Harry’s hand fumbled over the clasp of her bra – which was black lace that Harry spent a little too much time looking at. When he finally got it, he flung it to the end of his bed as she laid back down and his hands went to her boobs, instantly beginning to massage them.
Her hands trailed lightly down his chest and when her fingers grazed the waist band of his trousers, his stomach contracted. She laughed breathlessly as he grumbled. He nipped at her neck, making her moan softly as he rolled her nipple between his finger and thumb. She gasped when he bit down on her neck and started sucking on her skin a little harder than usual. Slowly, with one hand, she worked on his belt and unbuckling it, and when she unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, Harry’s soft groan of relief vibrated against her neck. Grace let out a shuddered breath when she felt his tongue brush against her skin as he kneaded her breasts. Her fingertips grazed the skin under his waistband before she cupped his hardened erection.
Harry groaned into her neck and stiffened as she rubbed him slowly. “Is this okay?” she whispered, stopping her movements in case he wanted her to.
“Yes,” he groaned against her skin.
“You’re not uncomfortable –“
“God, no,” he shook his head as he lifted his head to look at her.
“But you – “ Harry didn’t let her finish before he kissed her.
“Grace…” he said breathlessly, resting his forehead against hers, “touch me… you can touch me too…”
“Okay…” she whispered, then she started rubbing his erection through his trousers slowly. Harry let out a shaky groan and rested his forehead on her shoulder. His hot breath on her breasts had the knot between her legs tighten. She felt him get harder in her palm, and she thought that his width fit into her palm quite nicely.
“Bloody hell…” Harry groaned, then he pressed a kiss to her collar bone. He rolled her hardened nipple between his thumb and finger again, pinching it gently, as he continued to kiss down her chest. Grace moaned softly as she pressed against his erection a little more firmly, and she knew he must’ve liked that as she felt his body tremble slightly and felt the vibrations of his own moans against her skin. “You’re gorgeous,” he whispered, pulling away only a little to watch himself work on her other breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers and kneading her. “Beautiful…” he kissed one pillowy mound, “stunning…” he kissed the other. “Breath-taking…” he kissed the valley of her breasts, and she shuddered, pressing into his erection a little more. “You’re perfect… and you’re mine…” he kissed her other breast again, holding it gently, running his thumb over her nipple. “My beautiful, perfect… flower,” he whispered, then he wrapped his lips around her nipple. She moaned, a little louder this time, as his tongue circled around her sensitive flesh.
Her mind went blank as her eyes fluttered closed. It was hot, and stuffy, and her body felt like it was on fire from his touch and his lips. There was a strong, pulsing, tension between her legs that was uncomfortable but it also felt so good, and with each pinch, squeeze and knead of his hand on her breast, and each flick of his tongue on the other, she felt that pulse intensify and she wanted – she needed more. She whined softly when she felt his hand leave her breast, but it left a trail of fire as his fingers danced down her body, then up again on her leg. Her skirt had ridden up, that the only thing that kept her decent was Harry’s body between her legs, and she didn’t care at all.
She felt the back of his hand brush hers, she felt his fingers brush against her through the fabric of her knickers. She gasped when she felt Harry’s fingers press against her and that pulse intensified as he started to stroke her slowly.
“…Are you supposed to be wet – or damp?” Harry asked awkwardly when he felt the warm, slightly sticky, wetness through the cloth of her knickers. “And sticky?”
Grace snorted and started laughing, and a few seconds later, Harry started laughing with her. When their laughter started dying down, he took her hand and pulled them both from between their legs and rested on her. Harry brushed some of the stray strands of curls from her face, and traced her brow and the bridge of her nose with his finger with a small smile. Her cheeks flushed as her laughter died on her lips, and he moved his finger down to trace them before kissing her.
“I like this…” she whispered with a small smile as she ran her fingers through his messy hair.
“Like what? Being half naked in bed together? Yeah, me too,” he teased, chuckling. Grace scoffed and flicked his forehead.
“No,” she rolled her eyes. “Well… yes, but not what I meant, you numpty.”
“Oh, you meant me on top of you?” he teased again, and she shook her head. “Or did you mean me playing with your boobs?”
“No –“ she sighed dramatically, but there was a smile on her face.
“Oh… well, did you mean my hands between your legs, ready to – “
“Harry!” Grace exclaimed, laughing. Harry grinned at her then kissed the tip of her nose. “I meant, I like this… being like this with you, intimate… and… just together with you,” she said. Harry’s grin softened and he kissed her.
“Me too…” he said softly. “Wish there was a way for us to stay like this…”
“Well… there’s always the Room of Requirement… I think we could probably sneak in there one weekend…” she suggested playfully, and Harry grinned at her.
“You know… I asked you to help me plan these quidditch trials tomorrow… not to seduce me into my bed,” he teased. Grace scoffed in offense.
“Excuse me, you’re the one that pulled me on to your bed and pulled my jumper off!”
“You looked uncomfortable in it,” Harry shrugged playfully and she raised an eyebrow at him. “You’ve been tugging at your shirt and jumper all day… figured I could help you get more comfortable.”
“By taking it off?”
“Yeah,” he nodded with a grin.
“And my tie?” he nodded again. “And my shirt?” he nodded a third time. “And my bra?”
“Oh yeah,” he nodded. “They looked really uncomfortable, I had to help,” he grinned, then turned his head down and pressed a kiss on top of each of them. “They look much happier now.”
“You’re lucky that’s true and wearing a bra is very uncomfortable sometimes,” she said dryly, and he grinned.
“Well, when we’re alone, you don’t have to wear one,” he said off handedly, and she rolled her eyes. “I’m perfectly all right with that. Actually you wouldn’t need to wear one, I’ll hold them for you.”
“Of course you would,” she shook her head at him, and he grinned and kissed the valley between her breasts softly.
“Well, I think,” he said lightly, resting his chin on her chest and smiling softly at her, “when we’re done with school and we’ve got our own place, you should just be braless all the time. Shirtless too, I think…” he teased lightly. Grace’s heart skipped and the flutters erupted in her stomach.
“Our own place?” she whispered, and he nodded. “You’ve… thought about us in the future?” she asked surprised.
“’Course I have,” he answered simply. “I told you that you’re the only choice for me, Grace… I can’t imagine my life without you…”
Something happened in Grace’s mind, and suddenly felt her chest tighten and her breath catch in her throat.
“Grace…” Harry frowned as he sat up on his forearms when he noticed the panicked look in her eyes and he felt her stiffen under him. “Gracie… what’s wrong,” he whispered, stroking her hair softly. “Flower… what’s wrong…. It’s all right,” he said soothingly, stroking her hair and running his finger down her nose lightly.
“Nothing – I – er – I – “
“Grace… it’s okay… you can tell me…”
“I just… don’t you think that’s – that’s fast? Thinking about living together – “
“Why wouldn’t I think about that?” he asked, frowning. “We’ve talked about our future – “
“No,” she shook her head, her chest feeling tighter. “No, we’ve – we’ve joked about children and a house in the country but – but I thought that was all a joke – I didn’t think you were being serious – “
“Shh… shh…it’s okay, breathe…” he said softly, stroking her hair. “Grace… the twelve kids is a joke, it’s our joke – “
“But – you – future – us – and we haven’t even said – “ she sputtered. She didn’t know why she was freaking out. She was in love with him, at least she was sure she was. She wanted this, she’s thought and imagined this with him… so why did him saying it out loud send her in a panic.
“Grace… we’re not going to be like them…” he promised softly, and the knot in her stomach fell as she stared at him. “I promised you, didn’t I… we won’t turn out like your parents – “
“But they talked about this same exact stuff, probably in the same exact position – “ Grace started, and Harry rubbed her arm softly. “They were shagging in six months – and we – we’re almost there and – and it’s – “
“Shh… it’s okay,” he assured her, stroking her arm softly. “Grace… I don’t want us to have sex right now, or… or any time soon… I’m happy with where we’re at.”
“You are?” she asked, the tightness in her chest started to loosen.
“Yes,” he smiled. “I – I don’t want us to have sex before we’re at least of age.”
“Really?”
“Yeah,” he nodded.
“But…but what if – “
“If it happens sooner, it happens but… I’m not wanting it right now,” that tightness started loosening a little more. “I like this,” he said softly as he ran his hand down her side, back up her leg and brushed her breast softly. “Where we’re at, right now…”
“Me too…” she nodded.
“But… Grace… I think about us and our future. I think about that big house in the country. I think about our kids, whether we have two or three, or ten or twelve – how many doesn’t matter to me. What matters is that, I want all of that with you and only you – “
That tightness returned. She wanted that, she did… she wanted it so much. She’s thought about it, imagined it, she wants all of that with him too… but hearing him say it out loud made the dreams, the thoughts… real. And its only been six months… they shouldn’t be planning this, not right now! She wasn’t ready, they weren’t ready for any of that! Her parents did this… they made this mistake and… and they fell apart. She shook her head, but he kissed the tip of her nose.
“It’s all right,” he said softy, rubbing her arm.
“Harry – we – we can’t – they – “
“We aren’t them, Grace…” he reminded her. “I want all of that with you. The house, the family… even a little zoo if that’s what you want – I want that with you,” he continued, and her eyes widened but he continued to stroke her arm in comfort. “I’m not asking you to marry me as soon as we’re seventeen, or as soon as we’re done with school. Hell… I don’t even know how I even want to ask you to marry me yet… I’m just saying that… I want all of that in the future, Grace… One day, when we’re both ready for that. If that looks like you living with Sirius until we get married then that’s okay. If it means that you’re going to be Professor Black for a handful of years before being Professor Potter, then that’s okay…”
With each word, and each soft touch of reassurance loosened the tightness in her chest.
“I personally don’t want us to have kids until after I’ve been an auror for a few years anyway – “
“But we both know what you want and plan for doesn’t always happen…” she said quietly.
“No…” he shook his head. “But whatever happens, happens… even if it’s planned or not – you’re it, for me… I’ve told you, you are the only one. We both want the same things – at least, I’m sure we do – “
“I want all that too…” she whispered with a small, weak smile. “I do… I want the house in the country, I want our family… I want it all too but – but what if –“ she paused, letting out a shakey breath. “What if you change your mind…”
“I won’t –“
“You don’t know that – “
“I do – “
“Harry… this – this – we’re going too fast – “
“Grace…” he said softly, resting his hand on her cheek. “We want the same things in the future… we can talk about what we want, or don’t want… we can talk about our future together… just because we talk about it doesn’t mean we’re planning it. I don’t want to plan our future out right now, I’m happy with this – us – where we’re at right now,” he said firmly, stroking her cheek. “I just want you to know that… that I think about us, our future… what could be… but I’m not planning it. The only thing I’m planning on is being with you forever.”
That tightness in her chest loosened as she looked at him. She could see it in his eyes, she could hear it in his voice, feel it in his touch…. Harry wasn’t going to let them become her parents. She still thought the idea of planning a future daunting, and it made her uneasy… but knowing that even if they talk about it, it’s not set in stone eased the weight off her chest. Because she did want all of that with him, and knowing that he thought about the two of them together in the future just like she did made her feel all giddy and happy.
“I want a forever with you too…” she whispered. Harry grinned at her before leaning down and kissing her.
“Now, about those quidditch trials,” he said, changing the subject, and Grace laughed. “I was actually offended that you weren’t the first sign up! Your name isn’t even written in your writing!”
“That’s because McGonagall wrote it for me,” Grace rolled her eyes.
“Rude,” he scoffed playfully. “By the time I got the list it was obscenely long.”
“Well, I guess we’ll see how many people signed up because they want to play… or because of you.”
“Me?”
“Yeah, you,” she rolled her eyes. “’The Chosen One’.” Harry rolled his eyes at the title. “I bet most of those names are all girls who think they have a chance with you,” she muttered bitterly.
“Is that jealousy, I hear?” he teased, poking the tip of her nose.
“More like mild annoyance,” she said dryly. “I’ll make sure all those air-heads know that you are mine.”
“All yours,” he smirked at her then he started to leave a trail of wet, messy, kisses down her chest. Her breath hitched in her throat as she watched him caress one of her breasts, rubbing her hardening nipple softly. “All…completely… yours,” he repeated in a low whisper, his hot breath against her breast made her shiver. He rubbed her nipple with his thumb again before wrapping his lips around her once more.
Yes. He was hers, and she was his.
Right here, right now, this moment…it was all that mattered to Grace.