Hermione doesn’t know how long they stand there just kissing one another. She doesn’t know how he managed to get both of them on the bed without pausing. She doesn’t know why he takes it slow, why he stares at her when he isn’t kissing her, why he’s pressed and sliding against her skin when he’s thrusting into her instead of raising up on his arms. She doesn’t know why she starts crying, why he stops for several seconds and presses his forehead to hers when she does, why he kisses her until she stops without asking why. She only knows that it’s beautiful, so beautiful it hurts, and that it makes her feel more than she could have wished for.
worst breathtakingly beautiful chapter ever (via jonrsnow)