The Talk by Hermione Granger
by Barmy_old_Codger

Rating: R
Ship: Harry & Hermione
Canon: Books 1 - 4
Genre: Humor, Romance
Status: Complete
Length: 3,616 words in 1 chapter
Published: 20 Apr 2009
Last updated: 20 Apr 2009

The 7th and last episode that started with "That Night and the Next Morning" --- This episode is being rated 'R' to be
on the 'safe side'. It is slightly more explicit than previous episodes --- Thanks for reading.

From the Unofficial Portkey Archive: https://portkey-archive.org/story/8400/

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1. The Talk by Hermione Granger

“The Talk by Hermione Granger”

The Seventh part of: “That Night & the Next Morning”

By the Barmy_old_Codger

One Shot … A continuation from:

“I See London …”

Pursuant to the Berne Convention Implementation Act of 1988 and the Digital Millennium Copyright Act of 1998, this work
is copyrighted 2007 with all rights expressly reserved by its author unless explicitly granted. No portion may be
reproduced in any fashion without the express written and notarized permission of the author.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. All characters are creations of Joanne K Rowling, © 2007,
to whom I am deeply indebted. I make no money from any of this.

Note Zero: Thanks Edmond O’Donald for Beta-ing this chapter. Look up his stories on fanfiction dot net. You can find his
works at <groups.yahoo.com/group/the_scribbler/>

Note One: Previous episodes/chapters/stories:

“That Night & the Next Morning” (Two-Shot: read both chapters)

“It wasn’t His Fault!” (One-Shot)

“No More Quills; No More Books; No More of Snape’s Dirty Looks” (One-Shot)

“Mayhem on the Hogwarts Express” (one-Shot)

“I See London; I See France; I See Hermione’s Underpants” (one-Shot)

Note Two: Read the Author’s Notes in the previous episodes. This is and will be A/U. Thank you.

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“The Talk by Hermione Granger”

He was not entirely certain but he suspected this referred to ‘The Talk’ she was supposed to give him. He thought for a
moment, if he were in her shoes … he knew he couldn’t do it … Oh Merlin! He knew he had to say something. Ten thousand
ways this could blow up in his face, was there even one way to pull it together? “Hermione,” he whispered, “I love you,
I really do, we’ll take this slowly, small nibbles …”

She blinked and looked back at him once his words registered in her mind, she searched his eyes for some hint that he
said what she thought she heard. She could have sworn she heard those three little words, the ones that she had prayed
to hear from his lips for so long. She could hardly believe it, she had to hear them again Hermione released him and
took half a step back, “W … w … what did you j … just say?” she asked.

“small nibbles?” he responded.

“N … no, before that …”

Harry thought back for a moment and his mind froze … solid … those dreaded words were in the front of his mind, he could
see them flashing in brilliant red, ‘I love you’ … ‘I love you’ … did he? What was love? How would he know? He
remembered something from the tele … ‘would he die for her?’ Unquestionably, yes! He was done for. He had to answer, his
voice, feeble and soft, she heard him say, “I love you Hermione.”

Hermione jumped up, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist and hugged for all she was worth
until they were called for lunch.

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After a nice lunch that Sirius made, the adults left to go food shopping and Hermione took Harry upstairs to her room.
She stopped at the door as if frightened to enter. If she went any further, she was committed; the books she had asked
her Mother to bring were there on the desk, in plain sight. She knew this subject … she knew it inside out and
backwards, she could talk to her Mother about it all day long … and she had done so several times, but … explain it to
Harry … a boy … alright her boyfriend … but … oh Merlin.

Harry picked her up, bridal style, walked over to her bed and set her down facing her desk … and the books … and there
was a small paper bag there that she didn’t recognize. Harry knelt down on the rug in front of her and took her hands in
his. “Hermione, love, this is not just you … this is we … we … can do this … we … can get through this. Tell me what I
need to do to help you?”

Hermione sat up, but didn’t say anything. Harry wondered what had happened to the recently extroverted Hermione that
seemed to know what he needed and exactly how to handle him. An idea came to his small mind, he reached over towards the
books, assumed the top book, the title said something about ‘Anatomy’. He brought it over and held it in front of
Hermione. He hoped that if she had a book in her hands, she would know where to start … and it worked. Her eyes lit up,
she pulled at a bookmark and the book flew open as if it had a mind of its own. Hermione saw a diagram of a female
breast and went red in the face, she slammed the book closed.

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Hermione put the book down beside her and helped Harry to stand up. The first thing she said to him was, “Now, before I
start, we’re not going to make love or have sex and if this turns out to be some horrible prank of yours to see me
naked, you won’t live long enough to laugh! Do I make myself perfectly clear?”

“Yes Hermione, perfectly clear, we wouldn’t even have to do this if it wasn’t to appease those-who-are-not-here-now.”

“Yes we would Harry, I want you to have at least half a clue what you’re doing, before you do it to me. Trust me when I
say this isn’t going to be as dry and humourless as our adults would have made it. With a little patience, enthusiasm
and cooperation on your part, we can conclude this with a practical examination. Now, go wash your hands!” Harry looked
at her in disbelief. He never had to wash his hands before a lesson…after Herbology and Potions, yes, sure, but not
before…

Harry let out a sigh of relief as he walked to the loo, Hermione was now in her ‘Professor’ mode, and a practical exam
at the end, well, this was NOT History of Magic, he would pay attention.

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The next four hours turned out to be the most enlightening…the most interesting four hours that Harry had ever
experienced. Hermione did seem to know her stuff, and his stuff too…unless she was really good at bluffing. By the end
of it, Hermione was not alone in her nakedness and she got, for the first time, a chance to examine and memorize every
detail of the boy she had been in love with for the last two years. It left her just as wanting…just as needy as the boy
who lay next to her on the bed and reassured her that everything was going to be just fine. Time to head for the showers
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Begin Flashback …

Hermione had started out asking him some questions to find out what he really knew about himself, girls and sex so she
didn’t have to repeat what he already knew, which was next to nothing in her way of thinking. She told him she would be
very open and honest with him unless he lied to her. If she found out he lied to her then she would send him to her
Father and he would never ever see her naked. That appeared to put the fear of God in him, just what she wanted. They
started talking generalities and physical differences, she corrected him on the proper names for the body parts,
followed the correct feedback he gave her and determined where to begin.

Hermione picked up the book and led him over to the desk where she could prop up the book for them both to read. The
first drawing was the female body with the major parts identified. Over the next few pages the text described the
functions bone and tissues that went into each major part. Even though Hermione was in Professor Mode, she stammered and
blushed in a few places. Harry could tell when she was uncomfortable and tried his best to help her through it. After
all it was the female body they were discussing and although clothed, she was using her own as part of the examples. The
next drawing was a male body and she only got slightly flustered in one area.

From there the book focussed in on specific areas and organs of both the male and female bodies. Hermione skipped over
the parts that were ‘off topic’. The pancreas and intestines, although interesting, were not relevant, she concentrated
on the reproductive organs and erogenous zones. Once she was through with that book, she asked him some very specific
questions about his body and hers, she was very surprised when he answered them flawlessly. Hermione closed the book up
and put it on top of the stack. Whew! She, no they, had made it through that, Harry had been very attentive and helped
nudge her through some discussions that were sensitive to her, yet turned out to be very interesting to him.

Hermione stood up and moved away from the desk then she motioned Harry to come to her. She stopped him about a foot away
and said, “Love, you made that much easier than I had been dreading, thank you.” Hermione took in a deep breath and
continued, “Now this next part is almost the same as we have been doing for the last week except we aren’t in the dark
or under a blanket and the ‘not below the waist’ rule does not exist. When we’re ready, by mutual agreement, we can
start undressing each other. You get to go first, but you have to remove clothes from the outside, in, and then you can
touch only the bare skin. As we progress, I’ll help you find places I want you to touch and try to help you get the best
reaction from me. When it’s my turn, I will expect the same help. The book we haven’t got to yet, says that each
individual is different. Some may have more, less or different erotically sensitive areas and it is the responsibility
of their partner to make the best use of all of them.

Harry started by removing her top and was allowed to touch and caress any bare skin he could find. Initially he worked
only from in front of her, missing her back almost completely until she stepped right up to him. He had found a few
ticklish places that he noted for other reasons and quite a few areas where he was able to get what he was told were
mild to medium responses and she told him they were good locations for warming her up, even when he just wanted to hug
her. He moved around behind her and continued his explorations. Her skin felt so soft, warm and smooth that simply
touching her was erotic to him and he told her so.

When her turn came around his shirt came off so fast he wasn’t sure he ever had one on. The next thing he knew she was
hungrily exploring his chest, arms and stomach with her gentle hands, lips and tongue. Now it’s a known fact that young
men can have a noticeable reaction simply to the sight of a pretty girl. Harry’s reaction started before he took off her
top and was blatantly obvious and painful to him long before now. When the pretty girl is purposely trying to get a
reaction out of him it was inevitable. His hand went down to try to pinch it off, but alas it was too late. Hermione
gave him an ‘I’m sorry’ look and Harry shrugged. They had talked about this at the desk with the Anatomy book and it was
anticipated. Hermione continued on. She worked her way around his back before making him sit on her bed so she could
reach his throat, face and hair more easily. Her last step was to snog him so thoroughly he went cross-eyed.

Next were her shoes and they agreed that the socks could go with the shoes. He got a reaction from her toes and once he
learned how to get past the ticklishness of the soles of her feet, he was able to improve his success in this ‘step’ of
the process. Harry’s shoes and socks were next and then her jeans. She was wearing something Harry thought he might
never see on her (though he had touched and folded them for her earlier) – beautiful, soft-pink silk G-string knickers.
What they covered was almost less important than what they didn’t cover, which was a lot. She saw the hunger…his desire
for her…in his eyes and did a small pirouette for him, so that he could see all of her. Reaching out, he ran his hands
over her silk-covered bottom. Her skin was so soft that that it defied description. Hermione moaned as his fingers
traced the edge of her knickers and she pushed her bottom even more into contact with his hands. Leaning close, Harry
kissed her bottom; tracing his kisses and touches everywhere that he could reach. Without thinking about it, Hermione
spread her legs and bent forward some, showing off her body to him as best she could.

Harry could tell she was turned on by the raggedness of her breath and the obvious wet spot at the gusset of her
knickers. He was painfully erect as well…but it didn’t stop him from gently running a solitary finger between her legs;
crooking it so that his knuckle dragged across her sex. He could feel how wet she was and knew immediately that he had
done the right thing when she wiggled her bottom and pushed herself against his touch.

When he could take it no more, Harry asked her to lie on her bed and then he worked his way up her calves until he found
some noticeable results from the back of her knees. Hermione’s inner thighs provided a veritable gold mine of response
to his efforts, particularly when he started using his lips and tongue near the apex of her creamy soft legs. Hermione’s
response included heavy breathing, a fast pulse, hard nipples and an amazing aroma from the increasing dampness of her
sex. He began to back off when she started bucking and jerking, until she cried for more. Being the dutiful student,
Harry carried on with renewed enthusiasm and vigour until she screamed his name and crashed. Hermione hugged and kissed
Harry between gasping for lungs full of air until she returned to some semblance of normality.

Harry’s Jeans came off and Hermione returned the favour, she worked her way up his calves, around his knees and up his
thighs as high as the rules would allow. Harry thought he had a handle on his problems, but Hermione was if anything,
persistent and Harry came yet again. Hermione was grinning madly to herself and feeling highly empowered with the
knowledge that she could get him off twice without even touching it.

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Harry had played the game honourably, she was down to her bra and knickers and Harry still had his boxer shorts on.
Hermione had pointed out her hard nipples and damp knickers, both of which he had noticed, to show him her signs of
arousal. Their heartbeats and breathing were also elevated. His tented boxers were again obvious with two large wet
spots testifying to her diligent efforts.

Hermione stopped the game and told him it was time to look at another book before they went any further. She took out
the bottom book of the stack; it had a brown paper jacket. Hermione said it was wrapped so her Father wouldn’t have a
fit. “The first half of this book explains what to do to pleasure a man and a woman. The second part goes a lot further;
we can look at that later. I think the first half, if we even get through it, will keep us busy until the others get
back. She opened the cover to the title page, Harry read, ‘Kama Sutra: The Art of Love’.

They took the book over to her bed and went through the first five pages, step by step over the next two hours. They
were completely exhausted, sweaty and sated and still coming down from their last climaxes when they heard some noise
from downstairs. They both looked down their bodies at each others faces and licked their lips. Hermione reached in the
direction that was up to her, picked up the book and rested it on Harry’s legs.

“What are you kids doing up there?” yelled Sirius.

“Reading.” Harry shouted back while looking at Hermione and snickering. “Let us finish this chapter and wash up, then
we’ll be down.”

“Okay, dinner will be in an hour.”

Hermione knew she couldn’t possibly go downstairs looking and smelling the way she thought she did. She knew he couldn’t
either, it would give the whole game away and her Father would go nuts. Even if she put clothes on she would look like
something the cat dragged through a keyhole backwards. She now understood why her parents disappeared for hours several
times a week and had their own en-suite facilities. With the massage and flavouring oils, warming gels that came out of
the paper bag, and other bodily fluids that were smeared from hair to toe over both their bodies, they tasted and
smelled like cinnamon and strawberry and were sweaty, sticky and gooey all at the same time. She licked him once more to
clean him off and looked down to his face, “Shower?” She asked while wiggling her eyebrows at him. He lifted her leg
again and attempted much the same operation with marginal success before looking back at her and nodding his head sadly.

End Flashback …

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They got up and Hermione looked at her bed in disgust, there were things on there she didn’t want to come back to after
her … no their shower. Harry caught her glance and looked at the bed too. He picked up his wand and did several
‘scourgify’ spells before straightening the covers and making her bed look almost presentable. With his wand still in
hand he did ‘disillusionment’ charms on each of them so they wouldn’t be easily seen going to the shower while still
naked. Hermione had set a timer before they entered the shower and once they had cleaned most of their previous efforts
off, Hermione brought out her razor. One of the things the book mentioned was shaving their pubic hair. At first Harry
wasn’t too sure about that, it was sort of a status symbol to him and he liked her small curly bush, but the more he
though about it, the more it made sense. When she brought out her razor and asked him to shave her, that made up Harry’s
mind, they would both come out hairless. They spent most of the remaining time before dinner going over those five pages
again until they could barely stand up. The timer signalled and they gave themselves a final rinse before turning the
water off and getting out. They dried each other, disillusioned each other, and returned to their own rooms to get
dressed. Hermione didn’t believe that if they both tried to get dressed in the same room, they actually would succeed in
the time available.

While in the shower, Harry was reminded of the Prefects Bath in Hogwarts. The one he had used to find the secret of the
golden egg. He hoped that one or both of them might be a Prefect in the coming year so they could make use of that Bath.
He didn’t fancy the idea of carrying on in the Common Room or broom closets, Hermione was too special for that, maybe
they could find an obscure room somewhere that was out of sight and mind.

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They were running a few minutes late by the time they actually came down for supper. Sirius had conjured a Bar-B-Q for
Dan to cook steaks and he helped Miranda with the magical stove so she could make the baked potatoes and cook the
veggies.

They had all had a little wine with dinner and Harry pleasantly noticed that both he and Hermione seemed to have a bit
more appetite than usual. After dinner Hermione’s parents managed to get her by herself and cornered her with the
question of how did ‘The Talk’ turn out?

Hermione had explained O.W.L.’s and N.E.W.T.’s to her parents before so when she responded with, “Harry passed his
O.W.L.’s with flying colours and we’ve put off his N.E.W.T.’s for a couple of years.” Miranda was quite pleased with the
news and once she whispered the meaning to Jake, he was very relieved. He might actually be able to live with having the
boy around … at least for the next couple of years, until he got nervous again.

Hermione was very happy with Harry and how the day had gone. Harry couldn’t believe how such a small act of caring by
Hermione could end up turning his life around and making him so happy. Over the balance of their summer, they learned
and reviewed the other forty-five pages of the first half of the book in the plain brown cover as well as looking
through the rest of the book and planning for their future. They also trained with Sirius, Remus, Tonks and several
specialized instructors that Sirius had hired for their expertise. Since this story was never intended to be about
fighting old Snake-eyes … this is …

THE END.

Thank you all, this has been a pleasant ride

Barmy
