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He returned her chuckle, now realizing that he was, well...somewhat glad he hadn't caved to the gossip about the bushy-haired witch. Considering the company she kept through her life, plus the fact that she was muggle-born, rumours always ran amock about her in those days of Hogwarts. Alas, Leonardo could relate...to an extent. He, too, was muggle-born. A proud one, at that. It explained why the Ravenclaw had broke ranks and become a lot more willing to...engage with the pure blood fanatics, putting them in their place not with magic, but fists. It was always a bit more satisfying to use those 'brute, muggle tactics' to subdue a Slytherin. Ahh, but those were the days of the past. His prowess with defensive magic (and to an extent, offensive) was to be used for the Ministry, not idiocy. "It's a good thing indeed. It's good I have you to help me - I'm terrified of puffskeins." He laughed heartily, glad he could so easily jest with her. Alot of people tended to interpret his jokes a bit more negatively, to say the least.

But alas, logic would have to pervade their situation soon enough. He knew it was only right to change the topic of conversation to that night, this moment and all the various emotions that swam between them. Leon couldn't help but glance away from her with a bit of disdained look. No matter how right it was to speak about it all, he felt that this moment was more right than anything. Her, in his one-armed embrace, talking about babbling nonsense. But now that she brought it up, it couldn't be ignored. He returned his gaze forward with a subtle sigh, feeling a bit foolish. "If it means anything, you didn't exactly scoot away from me." He was referring to his arm over her shoulder, and he pulled it back away from her, feeling as though it might show her that he was being as serious about the situation as she was. "But you're right. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so rash." The apology left his lips before he could think of what he was saying. But it felt right to apologise.

His mind reverted back to Ronald Weasley, who Leon assumed was the source of all her romantic ambivalence. Admittedly, he didn't know the red-haired auror 'well' - they were colleagues, sure. They had talked and joked, had nothing against each other. But he was sure that the Weasley wouldn't take too kindly to this development. Even if they were, for all intents and purposes, 'over', there was probably some sort of code wedged into mateship that suggested Leon should've stayed well away from Hermione. That didn't occur to Leon on that night. Hell, who initiated the kiss on that night anyway? It was all a blur. All he could remember was the sensation of his skin and hers, mingling together. But again, that was the past. In the present, he didn't even know where to start talking about this. "I...don't know what happened that night, Hermione. All I remember is that I looked into your eyes, and things...happened." He sounded like such a fool, but he really was dumbfounded on where to begin.

A short silence fell upon them, and he took the opportunity to look behind and in front of them. "Should we keep talking here, or elsewhere?" He didn't mind the alleyway, but he was sure that it would soon have occupants travelling home before nightfall.

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The young woman felt a frown tug on her features as he pulled his arm from her shoulder. Skin feeling a sad tingle at the loss of the warmth his arm provided. She cast him a forlorn glance. It wasn’t often that she liked to pout, but right now that was perhaps the only word to describe the look now stretched on her features. Her eyes hovered over his arm for the moment. Imagining it back where it was before, or the other places it could be in relation to her own body. The point was, he should still be touching her and the fact that he wasn’t, well that was not at all pleasing to the curly haired young woman. “I didn’t mean you should remove your hand..” came her mumble. More to herself then anything. It wasn’t as though she was the sort to complain fully to him. At least not at this point in the relationship.

Still rather, well for a want of a better word, grumpy, Hermione let her arms move around her middle. Hugging them to her stomach. Again with the closed off body language. She really should work on that.. Or something. Well, it wasn’t her fault. He was the one that had ended the contact of their bodies. She hadn’t been the one to pull away from him. Sighing, she relaxed a little, attempting to fight off her negative mind-set. It wasn’t fair that she was being so persnikity about the fact he had moved his arm away from her, thus ending their one armed embrace. She had been the one to turn the conversation serious. He was probably just trying to respect her by pulling away.

Taking a deep breath, she focused on his words. Taking them in slowly. In an instant, her arms un-folded and the frown on her features melted away. She couldn’t say exactly why, but his worlds had melted her. She supposed because it had been her eyes that had done it for him, not the way she looked or anything like that. She’d always felt like a person’s eyes gave away a lot about the person, and it was flattering to think he’d looked into her eyes and had seen something that had made him want to kiss her. She bit the inside of her lip, trying not to give away just how much his words had affected her. To find some words to say in return. She couldn’t though. All she could do was act. She felt herself taking a step towards him, shaking her head in response to his question. She wasn’t sure what shaking her head did to answer it, but she didn’t care too much.

Slipping her left harm up and around his shoulder, she drew him in closer. Pressing her lips softly against his. It wasn’t the first time she’d let a kiss speak for her, and she was sure it wouldn’t be her last. For a perfectly loquacious young woman, words sure did evade her at times. Letting the kiss build a little, she tilted her head. Lips lingering on his for a few more moments, before she broke the kiss. Keeping her arm around his neck. “Yes.. Something did happen. And I don’t know what you mean to me, or how I feel about Ron. Things I don’t know if I’ll be able to answer today, or even in a month.. But if you think that is something you are willing to deal with... Well.. then..” She trailed off, biting her bottom lip. Unsure of how to continue.

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The first sentiment that gripped him was regret when he pulled his arm away from her. Not only because he missed having her in his arms already, but also because he had caught a glimpse of her features turn forlorn. Then, confusion replaced regret. Did she not say she wanted to talk? To speak about the other night, to work out what they felt about each other? Her body language didn't suggest that. Now that there was a little distance between them, Leon couldn't help but gaze upon her and conclude that she looked incredibly...lonely. "I'm sorry." He mumbled back to her again, the awkward and clumsly mood settling again between them. And then, he was cursing himself. 'Dammit, this is how teenagers act,' he was thinking to himself, 'just hold her, you idiot.' But despite how much he yearned himself to lift his arms, they felt like lead, and his body felt as though it was petrified by a spell.

He was stuck in an eternal rift. Oh how he wanted her. Not just because he thought she was stunning, not just because she wanted him back, but because of her entire person. He had to admit, upon first meeting her, he expected her to be quite...different. She was said to be demanding, imposing and an utterly serious person, but when they had had their moments, she was none of that. She complimented Leon beautifully, and it made him feel...alive. It made him unafraid to be who he was, unafraid to jest and argue and have fun with life. Truth be told, he didn't have much of one to begin with. One half was at the Auror's Office (still training, too!) and the other was at the Leaky Cauldron. Whatever free time he had was spent running errands for himself, with the small amount of galleons he could muster. Seeing Hermione on all those occassions had been highlights, where he could smile radiantly as though he had nothing to attend to. It was how he was supposed to feel now, just being near her, but instead, he was feeling sullen.

He was almost drowned in his own thoughts, but feeling her skin touch the back of his neck pricked him back to reality, and his distant eyes snapped back to focus, greeted with the pleasure of seeing her own up close. It was almost the same as the night they had admitted they had feelings for each other - admitted with action, that is. And then, he felt her soft lips press against his again. Lightly, inviting, and still with that small trace of strawberry infused with raspberry. It was...intoxicating, and yet, at the same time, shocking. Before he could reciprocate, they had left his own, but close enough that when she spoke, he could feel her breathe playing against his cheeks. "I don't know, Hermione...would it be wrong if I said that, right now..." He bit his lip in the moment, much like her. "That right now, I don't care? I just want you..." He bowed his head for the moment, pressing his forehead lightly against hers.

It was true. He didn't care about anything, because that kiss initiated by her had melted away any care he had at the moment. He was willing to deal with everything...just not right now. He had enough of a taste to know what he yearned for. With her left arm around his neck, it left her right hand empty, at her waist. He pushed his hand lightly into the palm of hers, filling the gaps between her fingers with his own, fitting them together snuggly. Her hand was still soft, and his was still warm...a perfect match. Still so close, he suddenly pressed his lips against hers. It was a more passionate kiss than the one's they had only just exchanged, laced with his intent and feelings for her. His hand, in hers, squeezed gently, then let go, coming around her and lightly tugging her body to push against his innocently. He wanted this. He didn't care where they were. He just knew that what they were doing was right.

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She felt herself smile as he spoke. He didn’t care. He didn’t care that it was complicated and that she didn’t have all the answers. He didn’t care that she couldn’t promise him anything besides the moments they had right then. That was more then she could ask for. A lot of men wouldn’t be able to do that, so she was thankful that he was willing. Willing to at least try. She understood that it may grow too complicated for him and there would come a point where he demanded answers. However right now, he was content with what she could give him. Her fingers stroked the skin on the back of his neck softly as he spoke. Encouraging him that no, it wasn’t bad. At least not by her. Others may disagree, tell him not to touch such a complex situation with a ten-foot broom. As long as he didn’t listen to that sort of advise, it would be okay.

Willingly, she allowed his hand to intertwine with hers. Her own fingers happily curling over his hand. She couldn’t express how she felt in this moment. She could simply take in a deep breath, then let out a content sigh. She would have stayed like that all day, forehead connected with his and little distance between the rest of them. However when his lips connected with hers, she did not complain. How could she? His kiss was far more intense than any they had shared already today. The passion felt akin to the passion she had felt behind the kiss that night. However that had taken a little time to work up to. She was taken aback at first by the sudden intensity, but she felt her body respond before her mind had caught up. Her body inched closer to his, her head tilting to avoid their noses crushing against each other.

Her hand snuck up into his hair. Fingers curling around the short strands. Her heart beat was picking up-pounding against her chest. Bar the night they had shared, it had been a while since a kiss had set her off like this. When she first started dating Ron, they had been like this. New and exciting- thrilling. However the newness seemingly died off, and lately things between them had been so tense, that they hadn’t exactly been too physically intimate. And really, even the most modest girl had cravings for physical closeness. As she felt his hand leave hers, she almost whined against his lips. However that was stifled when said hand was placed elsewhere on her body. With the hand that was now free, Hermione moved it up to his shoulder. Letting it rest there for a moment, before the fingers danced down his fore-arm. Enjoying the feel of his skin and the shape of his arm.

Her thoughts were melting into each other. All she could really focus on now was drinking in the way he smelt, the way he tasted and what it felt like to be in his arms. With one last, blurred and fleeting thought of a particular red-head, she gave up rational thought and gave in to the moment.

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He couldn't even spare a thought in such a delicate moment. Instead, his mind, his heart and his soul was bound by the raw and passionate emotions that sparked between them, spurred on by the heat of their bodies pressed against one another and the tingles of their skin mingling together. He focused on the feeling of her collapsing upon his upright body, now leaning against the wall of the alleyway. He hugged her curves with his arms, enjoying her femininity, her willingness to forget everything that made everything so confusing and just melt in what this was - pure emotion and attraction. When her hand gripped his hair, a fire ignited inside of him, pushing for him to lose control, to forget everything and everyone and just pursue the moment. And for a moment, he was going to give into that lone desire, but he managed to keep control.

He had been sudden, but she was saying yes. Her lovely lips said yes, her exploring arms said yes, the heat emanating from beneath her pale green-knit jumper said yes, and all he could do was reciprocate. It was all he wanted to do. And at the same time, he didn't just want her for this moment. He wanted more moments with her. And even if this wasn't for forever, he was just glad enough to be able to experience the feeling of her upon him again, confirming that this wasn't wrong. That this was right, that this moment, here in the alleys of Hogsmeade, was all to live for. Within the kiss, his lips tugged into a smile, but it didn't stop the roar of their entwined emotions. He thought to speak, but he didn't let that stop them either. There wasn't a word he could think of that could defeat the simplicity and the beauty that was in this. He took a breathe, and even her scent fuelled him.

They were melting in the simple act. He took a step forward, off the wall and then took another step forward, forcing her to step back and lean upon the wall adjacent his own. Still, he held her close, arms to feel the arch of her back as he leaned in to ride on the wave of euphoria that flowed inside of him. And yet, at the same moment, he wouldn't feel completely satisfied if she didn't feel the same as he did. He knew it was all confusing for her. For him, it was clear. He knew what he was committing himself to. He knew what he stood to lose. But for him, it was worth it. His lips left hers for but a moment, breaking for a moment of air, but he held her close and leaned in against her ear, whispering in a low voice. "I think this was a decent plan after all." He said, pulling back from having his cheek against hers, feeling the heat of it, and let his lips tease hers by being upon them, but not exactly kissing. Not yet, anyway.

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There was something completely tantalizing about being pressed against a wall. It wasn’t sweet or tender in any way, but that’s what she found so enticing. It was so raw, and passionate. The young woman let out a slight whimper as he shifted their positions and pressed her back against the cool flag-stone of the building. Her whimper may have gotten lost in his lips, but she was sure the vibrations it caused would be sure to let him know just how she felt about the situation. However, if that failed, she was certain the way her body was reacting would surely ensure he was made aware of just how much she was enjoying the moment. Her chest pressed into his, wanting to eliminate any distance between them that may be created. The hand in his hair gripping a little tighter. It was a rare site to Hermione, so she wasn’t sure if she was even doing it right.

I mean, she knew what Ron liked but Leon could have been completely different- Cutting off her mind before it could even really get started, she returned to acting on her instincts. The hand on his chest moved upward, tracing his collar-bone and shoulder before coming to rest around his upper arm. Giving a slight squeeze. Before her hands could grow anymore adventurous though, she felt his lips leaving hers. The young woman frowned, letting out a slight noise of protest as he did so. Leaning in, she attempted to connect her lips with his once more, but the new position of his face made that impossible. Instead she took a deep, stabling breath as he spoke in her ear. She smiled to herself at his comment. “Well, at least we haven’t been attacked by any Pygme Puffs yet..” she murmured, attempting not to shiver at the sensation of his cheek against her own.

Hermione almost purred as his lips moved back to their correct position. She lent up in an attempt to ignite another kiss between them. However she pauses as she heard a shuffling behind them. Glancing over Leon’s shoulder, her brown eyes fell upon a woman with two small children trying to pass them. Hermione cleared her throat loudly, moving both her hands to the man’s chest, giving him a slight push to the left- out of the woman’s way. Cheeks reddened as she watched the disgruntled woman and her children make their way down the lane and into what she could only assume was their home. “I think we just discovered a fatal flaw in the plan..” she mused softly, looking down at her feet. She knew the perfect solution, of course her logical brain did. The question was, could she muster up enough courage to ask.

Clearing her throat once more, Hermione glanced up at Leon. Cheeks still pink. “Maybe we should continue this conversation.. somewhere a little less public. For example, you house?” as she uttered the suggestion, her blush grew deeper. “It’s just, Ron and Harry will probably be around my apartment, and Ginny later.. And That’s not exactly a quiet environment.. to talk..”

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In the heat of the moment, each slight movement of their bodies was intensified, enticing some heightened sense of reaction. He could feel her lips forming little words, forming protests and - he assumed - little moans of enjoyment. Feeling all those movements of her lips losing themselves against his own made him more eager, wanting to feel her enjoyment riveting between them. His gratification worked off her - the more she was enjoying herself, the more he would be satisfied. The fact that such passion between them may only be temporary had left his mind completely, all lost in what was being done here. The subtle traces of her fingers against him were setting him alight, prickly sensations running through his arms as his hands danced on her waist, holding her in place. She was trapped between him and the wall, but the way he stood echoed of protection.

He was being fuelled by instinct. He had had his fair share of erotic moments - what Hogwarts alumni hadn't, in a castle of hormonal teenagers? - but was by no means some expert in the area. Nor did he know what the woman before him liked, or what she was used to her. He knew how to read her well enough to realize she was enjoying this position against the wall, which he thought was kind of odd. Hermione had seemed the type of gal to enjoy the control aspect of things, but now here she was, against the wall, and whimpering whenever he gave her any space at all. He didn't let the fact concern him though. He let his hands hug her curves, then became a little more adventurous, slipping one subtly under her shirt to her lower back, feeling the heat radiate from her. His hand upon her skin made him feel even more alive.

The daring move, however, hadn't lasted long with the appearance of the children and their mother. He was disgruntled by their appearance, but he couldn't help but flush red too. The whole point of leaving Honeydukes was to hide this sort of foreign tomfoolery from the children, after all. He let them slip by, glad enough the woman hadn't snapped at them. He watched as they scurried onwards, noticing their quickened pace, then smirking to himself. When he looked back towards Hermione, her eyes were at her feet, murmuring almost incoherent words. Leon's heart was racing, still entranced by the allure of their exchange. It took him a moment his hand was still underneath her shirt, and so he hastily moved it back to his side. He was having a hard time deciphering if what she said about 'talking' was sarcastic or a sign that logical Hermione was returning to the world. "Umm...I think that's a good idea...at least it's somewhat private. And definitely quiet, for now." He replied lightly, putting a hand on her chin and tilting her head back up from the floor, planting a more innocent kiss upon her lips. Despite it being incomparable to the snogging that had just occurred, there was something about it that screamed seduction.

He took a step back, and thought to his apartment. He hadn't exactly been expecting company so he was sure that it would be a little...messy. Not too much of course, Leon liked his home to be easy to navigate. But the little things - making the bed, washing up the breakfast plates, washing the clothes - all the things that even magic could automate, he'd somehow forgotten to do. He hoped Hermione could look past that - or he'd make her, in a way she most certainly wouldn't mind at all.

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Rational Hermione had not returned, not really. She’d popped her head up long enough to note that they needed a new location, and perhaps she may have stayed, however when he agreed and pressed a somewhat tantalizing yet innocent kiss to her lips, rational Hermione was gone. Despite her limited experience, Hermione knew just how suggestive asking to go back to his home and that thrilled her just a little. She wasn’t sure what his expectations would be of her, or exactly how heated things would become, but that didn’t matter. It was all apart of acting in the moment right? Giving in to the situation and not over-thinking it. So that was what she was going to do. Just let things happen on their own. Without the help or hindrance of her over-active mind. Perhaps said mind would go into over-drive tomorrow, but that was not to be worried about now. Besides, she’d be rational enough to stop herself from doing something she really would regret.

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Hermione had never found the sensations of apparition, and she was still shrugging her shoulders a little as she stepped inside the apartment. Trying to shrug out the uncomfortable sensation in her shoulder blades. Taking a moment, she let her eyes take in the site in front of her. It wasn’t particularly clean, but it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. She remembered what her own apartment had looked after she had left the boys alone for a week when she had left on a business trip for a week, to discuss international dragon restraining policies. Since she had witnessed the conditions the conditions in which the Gringott’s dragon had been kept, Hermione was convinced things needed to be changed. However she was getting off-track. The point was, his apartment wasn’t as bad as it could have been. Not bad enough to make her feel uncomfortable.

Now they were alone, Hermione really only had one thing on her mind- Continuing where they left off. Smirking to herself softly, she turned to face him. Hermione closed the distance between them quickly. Her hands snaked up, around his neck. Tugging his head down towards hers. Pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. Fingers massaging the back of his neck delicately. It seemed that, at least for the moment, a lot of Hermione’s walls were down. That was something she really liked about Leon, he was constantly taking a sledge hammer to the walls she created. It took Ron at least months to get Hermione initiate a kiss. Then, in fairness, she was a little more experienced now, so that could have a lot to do with it. Gah, she hated her mind for the comparisons her mind was making. It wasn’t fair.

More to distract her own mind, then his, she pressed her lips a little more urgently against his. Building the kiss to where it had been before the relocation. Resting her forehead against his, she broke her lips from his only to mutter “I think we may have found ourselves a winning plan..” However, before he could answer, her lips were grazing his once more.

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They had apparated together to just before the door of Leonardo's apartment. It was, to say the least, a rather modest place to live. There was a reason why Leon worked two jobs, after all; he wasn't exactly the most affluent person. It was a combination of being muggle-born and having misunderstanding parents that kept him on a tight financial leash, working his way up to more luxurious places in the world. Not that he minded the modesty - not at all, he quite enjoyed the quiet lifestyle. He just felt it would be nice to be able to afford a bit more, so he didn't really have to anticipate situations like these. He wanted to be able to showcase himself without having to think. He was envious of people who could do that. And now, having apparated before his apartment door, he felt like a nervous teenager trying to impress a girl with his car, let alone the anxiety and uncomfortable sentiments attached with apparation. And then, he smiled internally to himself - Hermione, of all people, would actually understand the analogy to the teenager and the car. Not many would in the wizaring world.

Before he had returned back to reality, Hermione had already taken it upon herself to enter his dwellings and take in the sight. He followed her in absent-mindedly, closing the behind him. He didn't even have a moment to think, anyhow. Physical sensations immediately riveted him on the spot as he felt Hermione's delicate fingers snake around his neck. He responded without a thought, leaning down and pressing his moist lips upon hers. The lingering taste of raspberry and strawberry remained upon them, but with them, he could sense the shadows of their former passions there, and all he could think of was to make this moment last, make this moment more momentous than their former sharing of attraction. In his apartment, only now, it felt as though their exchange of passion was for all the right reasons. It took a moment for it all to register. For him to realize that this gorgeous girl stood in the middle of his apartment, arms laced around his neck, fingers tracing against his skin, lips firmly placed upon his own. And that she had initiated it all. It drove him breathless, and then, he felt control rushing back to his limbs.

He tried to respond, as he always did, but she had learnt well enough to prevent him from speaking with the taste of her lips. He breathed in her scent, and just like in the Hogsmeade alley, he took a step forward, forcing her back one step. He knew his apartment well enough to know where all the obstacles were, and where he would lead them. Recovering now from her bold initiation of their lips, he felt his own courage growing more daring, and his hands dared to hang low and lift her to the air by the thighs, holding her body high and hugged close to his own. He realized it was so sensual a position to be in, but the fear that she would reject him had floated away. Instead, he focused on letting her control their lips as he held her close and stepped carefully around the apartment to his chocolate leather couch, leaning her down to lay carefully atop of it. He followed her in, keeping their heat mingling together.

When he eventually let her go to lay, their lips inevitably broke for a fraction of a second, where he could get a word in. "Comfortable?" Was all that he would whisper, beginning to settle himself with her as well. His eyes shot a glance quickly to his open bedroom - definitely a more comfortable destination, but maybe a bit too risque. It never crossed him that a cough, though, could be just as risque as it.

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Shock, and something else, jolted through Hermione as his hands settled on her thighs and lifted her. She felt herself gasp against his lips, however the tingling in her stomach suggested it was due to the other sensation, and not her surprise. If anyone asked, Hermione would claim the next action was a safety measure. However she couldn’t exactly fool herself, or deny the heat radiating from her legs as she let her legs part, pulling herself closer to him. Thighs pressing to his sides to grip herself to him. Taking away some of the pressure for him to keep her up. That wasn’t to say she wanted him to remove his hands from her legs. Oh god no. They needed to stay there, because she hadn’t quite managed to infuse the sensation of his hands on his flesh to her memory yet, and it was definitely something she wished to remember in the future.

She didn’t ask where there were going. She didn’t really care in that moment. Well, the thought did occur to her that perhaps he was taking her to his bed. She wasn’t sure how she’d feel about that til she was faced with it, but she wasn’t about to protest. Instead of looking around to see where he was headed though, Hermione focused on her lips locked in passion with his. She had always been a passionate person about a lot of things (elf rights, school rules..) and yet, it always seemed to surprise others when they learnt that Hermione could also manifest such passions in her physical interactions. That was rather stupid though, because that was all a part of being a passionate person. Her first kiss with Ron had been spurred on by raw emotion. Sure, afterwards rationality had set in and it had taken them weeks to sort things out, then a few months after that for Hermione to let passion take over once more and kick things up a notch.. Still though...

She smiled slightly against his lips as she felt him place her down on his couch. Arms staying firmly on his neck to ensure he came down with her. The couch was a better choice really. It offered almost as much comfort as the bed, but also the added bonus that they could still pretend they both didn’t know where this was heading. They were just a few articles of clothing away from reaching the point of no return though, and Hermione sensed that cross-road wouldn’t take too long to reach. As he broke from her lips, Hermione made no attempt to hide her displeasure, letting out a small whine. Eyes opening to see exactly why he was denying him the pleasure she most wanted. She considered his question. Her thighs were still on their side of him, legs mingled with his. “Hmm, almost..” as she spoke, she moved her feet. Trying not to disrupt his position, she kicked off her shoes and socks. Letting them fall lazily from the couch. Resisting her natural urges to get up and place her shoes neatly by the door, she focused at looking at his lips. “Okay, now I’m good. Very comfortable..”

There goes the first articles of clothing...

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He couldn't resist a small laugh as he heard he shoes clutter against the floor of his apartment, let alone the socks as they slipped against his skin on their way to the floor. Of course, it was a good idea to remove such annoyance so he did the same, carelessly, not bothering to muffle the sound from neighbours. Not that they'd be much of an issue, of course, at this time of day. Above her, his smile was seductively juvenile as he took the moment to soak in the reality of the situation. He dipped his head down, feeling upon his cheek her heated, anticipatory breathing whilst his own snaked down her smooth neck. Rather than giving her what she yearned for, he decided to tease, placing his moist lips lightly along her neck and tracing down to her collar bone with them, then along the collarbone lightly and back up to her wanting mouth. His tongue lightly licked them before engaging himself in another heated session of, well, snogging.

Her legs still remained around his waist so he hadn't much room to move, not that he dared to. He wasn't oblivious to the heat that was radiating around that area, and he was sure she wasn't ignorant of what male organs existed. He dared enough to use her tight grip around his waist to lift his body and shift them both centre on the couch, giving them more room to explore each other. The limits of that exploration, Leon hadn't exactly figured out yet. The way she spoke to him was alluring - it was almost a tease just when the words left her lips, for the way she spoke was simply...sexy. It blurred the words on his mental 'stop' sign, which was what made the couch such an exotic locale for this moment of raw connection. He pressed a little bit of his weight down, allowing his arms to roam and snake to her midriff, slipping their shirts up to expose their skin and press their exposed stomachs together, the heat of their passions fusing.

He thanked himself in that time for the fact he had trained in mixed martial arts. It kept his body in an athletic state - not overly impressive, but nothing to be embarassed about. It was such meaningless things that seemed to matter most in this moment with Hermione. His face was hot with the moment, as was everything else, and he couldn't help but mumble "So hot..." against her busy lips. It could, of course, be interpretted two ways but he meant the temperature...although, he did find her to be quite the attraction. With his mind again overtaken by the simple feelings of their kiss, he had barely noticed more skin begin to unravel as their shirts crept upwards, stopped by her feminine chest. With his hand coming back towards her face, his fingers accidentally caressed against her chest, and only then did he confront himself of where the boundary lie with this woman.

She wasn't just any woman, after all. But that made him want her even more. Confronted with the crossroad, he simply resigned himself to caressing her hot cheeks with his fingers. Let that decision come when it does. Right now, he was just enjoying being where he was. On the couch, on top, with her.

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Something between a whimper and a purr sounded in the back of her throat as she felt bare skin against bare skin. Merlin. It felt nothing short of amazing. She had always suspected his form would be well shaped, just by the way his clothes hung to his torso, however now, feeling it against hers, she could confirm that he was very nicely shaped indeed. Not that it mattered. She was attracted to him without seeing his naked chest, so why would that change? It wouldn’t matter to Hermione how muscular he was, however it was a plus, she would admit that. And now, feeling it against her own soft stomach, it was enough to drive her completely batty. She wanted to feel more. Wanted to ditch both his and her clothes, or at least shirts, so she could feel all of him against her warming skin.

Using the opportunity presented, Her hand trailed down to his back. Fingers pressing into the naked fresh of his back. Exploring as she went. At first it was just the flesh that was already exposed, however she grew more and more confident, spurred on by her own desires. Her hand danced up under the fabric, fingers dragging and dancing across his back and sides. Alternating between soft touches, and firm caresses of flesh. Her other hand moving down to join the first. She wanted to explore his chest, too. However she refrained. Doing that would come between feeling his flesh on hers and she couldn’t stand for that. Not right now. Instead she settled for sticking to his back and sides. His shirt was really in her way though. Blasted thing.

She had been in the process of considering removing the offending article when two things happened that stalled her. One, the words he muttered, and two, the way his hand accidently brushed a part of her flesh that had, until now, remained un-touched. She wasn’t sure why, but those two things caused reality to dawn on the young woman. They were fast approaching a cross-road and a decision would need to be made. Taking a deep breath, she reluctantly broke her lips from his. They made it far too hard to make any sort of choice. Instead, she moved to bury her face in his neck. Breathing in his scent deeply as she took a moment to think things through. They were both adults, they both wanted this. Where was the bad? Lust was apart of human nature, and she knew it wasn’t unnatural to act on such things.

Pressing her lips softly to the flesh of his neck, she made her choice. Lips grazed his skin as she let them trail down his neck and the curve of his shoulder. Hands moved to come between them. Pushing gently. However instead of breaking away, she sat up with him. Skill kissing at his shoulder, she clutched at the hem of her own jumper, tugging up. Lips only breaking away from his skin when she needed to pull the thing over her chin and head. Cheeks flushed deeply as her hair fell around her shoulders, and the form fitting, plain singlet she had on underneath the jumper was revealed. She wasn’t sure if it would be too forward to take that off as well, or if the jumper was enough of a gesture. Without looking at him, she took a moment to fold her jumper, before placing it on the floor.

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As his gaze lingered upon her form, hugged by the singlet that kept her modest, he couldn't help but reflect on the meaning behind all the romance. It was potentially the start of something - he didn't know what, but as he soaked in her skin, he felt his heart race knowing that there was more than undeniable chemsitry that ebbed between them. There was that lust, that passion that fuelled the intensity of their attraction - something that could define them as an item. In the midst of their worlds colliding and becoming one, the idea that the red-headed Weasley had a part to play in all this had died. All that mattered was what they were edging closer to, and all the things that they could be. Although, he couldn't help but feel a tug at his lips once again at her absent-minded folding of her jumper. It seemed a bit silly. He mimicked her though, slipping his shirt off and tossing it aside to the floor messily. Unlike her, he didn't wear a singlet underneath.

Now seated up, his hands roamed back to her now familar waist, underneath the snug singlet to carress her sides. Each time his hands moved, the singlet crept higher, but he was unsure of whether to persist. But that didn't matter; his movements were automatic, with his thoughts detached from them. Without hesitation he slipped the singlet off of her, and lay it gently on the floor rather than giving it a careless toss. He was wary, though, that she may feel uncomfortable with the move so he leaned in and let their lips mesh once more in a more alluring manner. It wasn't merely lust that fuelled this kiss, but there was something romantic about it. Something tantalizingly fresh, that said echoed of his attraction for her. Letting those ideas infuse with her through that kiss, he wanted to make her feel more at ease and comfortable with the situation. After all, her neat folding of the jumper through him off a little.

He gently placed his hand at her back, skin upon skin once more and tugged her in close, encouraging her to lean atop of him as he lay back. He figured that she would feel more comfortable with a tad more control, and so his arms closed around her, pulling her upon him, lips meshed together still in another provocative kiss. His fingers traced across her back lightly, drawing unfamilar shapes before his hands came together, squeezing gently to press her body against his. Just the feeling of their now exposed skins pressed together was making him consider the bed again. It certainly seemed like they would head there. And being a male, it was the natural thing to yearn for such a conclusion. Not just as a mental thing, but chemically, it was hard-wired in his mind. He kept a leash on that though. With her above him, he couldn't be too daring in that department. For a moment, he cursed himself. And then, he cursed himself for cursing himself. He was letting his hormones get the best of him.

She wasn't in the greatest position to kiss, so his hands travelled south from her back, grasping the only thing he could to reel her in closer to him. When he did so, the heat between them only intensified, and his cheeks flushed a hot red. It was rare he dared so boldly to enter in that realm of things, but he was getting lost in the moment. He felt juvenile, but still...it was a good feeling. Good to feel as though he re-learning everything, all over again.

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[hermione jean granger]

Her eyes trailed down as he removed his own shirt. She was unabashed in her visual exploration of his flesh. Her eyes probing and wanton. His bare chest alone was just about enough to make her mouth water. She hated overly muscular men, and his form had just enough definition. She yearned to reach out and touch his flesh once more, and yet it was a desire she was still with-holding from herself. Instead of reaching forward, she lifted her arms up, helping him remove her singlet. Leaving her naked all bar the simple white lace bra that covered the most intimate parts of her chest. She was glad, in that moment, that she had chosen nice underwear that morning, It was nothing fancy, but more attractive than some of the options she had that morning. If she wasn’t so caught up in things, she may have worried about how attractive he found her. However self-esteem issues were far from her mind.

Things felt slower now, still heated, but slower, sensual. She liked it. Sure she liked the rushed pace too, but this was nice. It meant things were more measured. It wasn’t just raw lust, there were feelings, romance behind the actions. Lips on his, she followed him in laying down. Pressing her chest to his. She felt a slight hissing sound pass her lips as the bare skin connected. It was as though she was finally drinking after an intense thirst. Hermione could feel her skin react to being against his in this way, urging her on. She gladly moved closer as his hands slipped down, tugging her in. Another noise passing her lips and vibrating against his. She had to admit, the swapped positions in power was a very welcomed change. Her legs fell between his, one between his thighs and the other between his leg and the back of the couch.

Swallowing a little, to steady herself, she sat herself up a little. Eyes roaming his bare flesh once more. She was going to use this new position for everything she could. She felt her hands shaking slightly as she reached towards him. Though not out of fear or nerves, it was something completely different that caused her to shake. That urged her to hike the intensity up just one more level. At last her hands were exploring his chest, like she had been wanting for far too long. Fingers groped and caressed the flesh, as she buried her head into his neck. Lips matching her fingers in exploring his flesh. He felt so amazing under her hands. Everything about him seemed perfect to her in that moment.

In a slight frenzy, she sat up. Adjusting her legs so she was straddling him. Reaching behind her back and unclipping her bra. Quickly she pulled it from her shoulders and placed it on the floor. Before she had a chance to second guess her actions she leant down and crashed her lips to his. Her now completely naked chest pressed firmly to his. The sensation causing her thighs to tighten and her tongue to dart out, brushing his bottom lip.

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The slower pace heightened every sensual spark between them. With all the complex layers to their relationship, the sensuality of their interaction made everything feel...better. Not that it wasn't already good. God, was it good. Even at this slow standstill, where each daring phase came slow, things were ignited in such a way that could keep him rooted there for an age, underneath her petitie body with her hands roaming incessantly across his firm frame. He was glad that she enjoyed what he had to offer. He didn't think she was a shallow girl, but a well toned body could only be a bonus. He was much the same; he enjoyed the feel of her upon him, and the feel of her on his hands because she was ideally feminine. In this discovery of each other's bodies, he was soon finding that whilst his initial attraction had been her mind, she definitely had other assets that begged consideration, too. The bra flinging off comfirmed that for him.

He wasn't expecting her boldness, but he didn't scold it. Rather, he welcomed it wholeheartedly, even if he only caught a fleeting glance of the supple mounds of flesh. They confirmed for him, again, that everything here was right. That all that existed in that present time was him and her together, and so he lost those inhibitions that prevented him from drinking in the moment and dove into the pleasure. He could feel her almost naked body upon him, and smell her sweet scent, but he wanted to hear her, too. He wanted to have everything about her in this moment. He lightly bit at her bottom lip and returned her little flick of the tongue, daring to explore her mouth with it just a bit, just teasing her to dare. To explore. To push the boundaries - whatever remained, that is. He didn't know what boundaries remained, now that she had exposed herself to him, but he knew which were broken. And he didn't plan on rebuilding it.

His jeans, admittedly, were feeling a tad tight now. Not that he blamed himself, of course. If there was anyone to blame, it was her. As their bodies rolled with the kisses and the gyrations of their passions, he managed to slip his hands between their heated skin, pressing down to those sensitive spots that had been left unventured 'till now. His fingers clasped onto the belt of his jeans and unbuckled hastily, feeling how much heat radiated from her. It only felt natural that he relieve it - each passing moment was urging him on. His tongue slithered back to it's domain, flickering against her bottom lip on it's return. "Are we...?" Was all that he could muster before he found himself upon her lips again. With her on top, it only reaffirmed for him that all the moments here were wanted by them both. With her hair cascading around them, all that he could enjoy was her.

Not wanting to wait for a reply, he pushed himself up with her, keeping her legs straddled around him and naked chest firmly pressed against his own. Just like the moment began, he heaved them both to standing, with enough distance to glance in her eyes. They were wanton, as were his own. There was something romantic in him that told him that if they were to go all the way, this wasn't the right venue. He took a step towards the bedroom, the light within it filtering upon the bedsheets invitingly. He didn't slow his steps; he knew that if this wasn't what she wanted, she would tell him. And so he walked, knowing that once they crossed the threshold, only one thing could occur; and with her naked holding onto his body, and his jeans begin to fall of their own accord, it was clear that fate was giving them their blessing. This was insanity for Hermione, and Leon hoped that she stayed insane.

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