Ron hadn't been gone for a moment before Harry littered kisses across the side of her face.
"Harry!" she giggled, rushing to finish her letter.
"What?" he asked innocently, but he knew exactly what he was doing.
"You know what," she said, grinning as began to close her letter
Harry shrugged. "I don't know..." he trailed off, kissing down her shoulder and to her collar bone.
"Harry!"
"Okay, maybe I do know," he said, laughing.
She turned her head, connecting their lips, first lightly, then more urgently. Harry pulled her so she faced him, his tongue in her mouth, her legs wrapped around his waist, and her breast against his chest.
"Not here," she whispered, pulling herself from him and grabbing his hand to lead him to the private Gryffindor study room which conveniently had a couch, chairs, and a large table.
Harry let his girlfriend lead him from the floor and into the room, stopping as she muttered, "Alohomora," which was followed by, "Muffliato."
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Harry backed her up against the table where she sat, settling himself between her legs, and immediately reconnecting their lips in a passionate embrace. Estella's hands ran through his messy hair and her tongue pressed against his. His fingers mindlessly ran through her hair, sending sparks that traveled through Estella's spine.
"What if Ron comes to look for me?" asked Harry, slightly pulling away as she undid the buttons to Harry's white shirt.
"Well, he can't get in and he certainly won't hear us," she grinned, raising a teasing brow toward him as she undid the last button, leaving his tan, muscular torso exposed.
"Can't argue with that, huh?" said Harry, a smirk on his face. His breath hitched as her cold, small hands roamed his torso and her lips trailed down to his neck, gently sucking and leaving little marks as she pushed the shirt off his shoulders.
Harry's hands fumbled with her white blouse as he slightly pushed her back and pulled the shirt up and over her head. His hands skimming the sides of her breast as he reached behind her to unbuckle her bra. He leaned down, kissing across her breasts before flicking his tongue against her nipples, which he discovered was quite a turn-on for Estella as her eyes would flutter shut and she'd bite her lip to prevent a moan from escaping.
She withered beneath him as he trailed downwards, trailing gentle, wet kisses down her stomach and to the waistband of her skirt. Her arousal was evident to Harry as she clenched her thighs together; he grinned and slipped her hands underneath her skirt, nudging down her underwear until it was completely off. He couldn't fight the grin as he eased her legs apart, his mouth watered with unrivaled desire when he looked up to see her harshly biting her lip, her gray eyes almost black with desire. His pants felt impossibly tight as his erection fought against his layers of clothing.
"So, incredibly beautiful," Harry whispered, pressing his lips to her sex as his fingers slid inside her damp folds. "Who does this to you, Estella?" he asked, his voice deep and full of lust but his eyes were glued to hers.
"I think you already k-know" she groaned, attempting to keep her voice level.
Harry smirked mischievously and removed his fingers, slowly licking them as he watched her face scrunch with desire. "Say the name," he demanded.
She groaned and rolled her eyes. Leave it to Harry to tease her in one of her most exposed moments. Although, the sight of him licking his fingers was extremely attractive. "You, Harry. Y-y-you make me feel this good," she moaned as his fingers drilled in and out of her.
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