Twisting her legs away, she sat up and tugged at him until they fell back on the mattress together. She kissed him, tasting herself on his tongue. She reached for his cock, bobbing against his stomach and squeezed, beginning to stroke him.

He moaned into her mouth, and her teeth nipped his lips.

"When did this start for you? Please, tell me," she whispered.

His eyes drifted closed, his lips parted in pleasure as she stroked him, twisting her wrist at the top just the way he liked. "Fourth year."

Her hand paused, but he kissed her quickly, as if it could erase his words. He pulled her hand away, kissing her neck as he settled between her thighs.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and squeezed his hips with her knees. He pressed his cock to her entrance, and she threw her head back as he pushed inside. She breathed deeply, relaxing her muscles until he bottomed out.

Her eyes fluttered open, and he was staring down at her, his pupils blown wide. She licked her lips, and he followed the movement.

He thrust deep. Her lashes trembled as she moaned.

"How did you want me?"

She had to know. Her warm breath puffed against his face.

He lowered down until he covered her completely, the weight of him pushing her into the mattress as he sunk deeper into her. "Just like this," he whispered.

He pressed his lips to hers, and his hips rolled deep. Her lips parted, and her arms wrapped tighter around his back. His tongue brushed hers softly as he found a rhythm inside of her, never fully leaving her, hitting something low and deep on every thrust. She gasped on every breath, her eyes starting to roll back.

Her hips tried to meet his, and he reached down to pull her knee up to his chest. A low keening sound left her as he slid inside again, filling her so deeply that she knew she'd never forget the shape of him.

As his lips trailed across her neck, she remembered that he was leaving in the morning, and for a moment, she wanted to go with him. To be with him forever.

Her cunt fluttered, and tears filled her eyes. He sped up, groaning into her shoulder, his hand squeezing her knee.

What if she never saw him again? What if this was the end?

"Hermione…"

She gasped. He pressed a kiss to her cheek as his hips rocked into her in a maddening rhythm.

"Merlin, Hermione…"

Her chest seized with want. Her cunt clenched down on him. Her body cried out, begging him for more. More of him. More time.

Her fingers scratched down his back as tears fell from her eyes. She stared up at his ceiling, feeling the fine strands of his hair against her cheek as he thrust deep.

Her walls shivered around him, but it wasn't enough. He knew her body so well by now. He reached down to where they were connected and changed the angle of his thrusts just slightly.