C-c-can I kiss You? by Jack Ryan Rating: R Genres: Romance Relationships: Harry & Hermione Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5 Published: 26/12/2003 Last Updated: 26/12/2003 Status: Completed This is my first R-rated work...the action gets a little hot and heavy right off the top...it's a little rushed, but please read and review anyway! 1. C-c-can I Kiss You? ---------------------- *This is my first R-rated work, so cut me some slack! Please read and review…this story is mainly for enjoyment, not real plot. No money is intended to be made from this work. All characters, places, etc. are property of J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros. **C****-c-can I Kiss You?** His mind was a jumble of unanswered questions. They were the only ones left in the common room. She was reading a book. He was pretending to read one as well. Harry's eyes couldn't leave his best friend. He was furious with himself for not being able to, but he couldn't. Her bushy brown hair…her deep brown eyes…the way she smiled… He couldn't believe he had fallen for Hermione. She had been his best friend for *five* *and a half* *years*. And what would Ron say? She would never want to go with him anyway, he reassured himself. She was probably perfectly happy being single. And besides, she probably thought of him as just a friend….because after all, that's all they were. “Harry?” He looked up. Hermione was looking at him, her face concerned. “What is it, Hermione?” he asked. “What are you thinking about?” “Nothing,” he lied. She squinted into his eyes as if trying to read the truth there. “Why don't you come sit down next to me?” she asked, patting the seat next to her on the couch. His heart in his throat and his stomach performing all kinds of butterflies, Harry walked over and sank into the cushion, trying to stare straight ahead. “Harry, look at me,” she said, taking one of her hands and turning his face towards her. *God, she's so beautiful…if only those lips were mine…* “What is it?” she asked, her face still screwed up with curiosity, “you've been silent all day. Is something wrong? Is it Sirius?” He sighed. Sirius. What would his godfather have said if he knew that Harry had fallen in love with Hermione? Harry wished his godfather was here so he could talk to him about his problems. He would probably know how to solve something like this. He had experience with girls. Unfortunately, Sirius was dead and there was no one he could talk to about this kind of stuff. Dumbledore had told him a couple weeks ago that he could come in and talk to him about anything, but, Harry thought with a slight blush, there was *no way* he could ask Dumbledore about girls, let alone Hermione…his best friend…the girl he wanted so bad… “No, it's not Sirius,” Harry said, trying to keep his gaze out of her eyes. “Then, what is it? You can tell me…I am your best friend,” she said, “at least, other than Ron! Do you want me to go and get him so you can talk to him?” Harry shook his head violently. He did not want Ron involved in this. He would either laugh his head off or get jealous and angry. Ron, good best friend that he was, was not someone he could talk to about this kind of stuff. “It's this girl…” Harry said, trailing off. Hermione's concerned look was replaced by a very odd, seemingly restrained one. “See…I really like her…hell, I think I *love* her, but I can't tell her. I'm pretty sure she doesn't love me back,” said Harry, thinking that this was the weirdest thing that he had ever done. Hermione bit her lip, “Let's see…I have an idea! Write a letter to her…write all your feelings down on the paper and then give it to her. Even if she doesn't love you back, at least she'll know how you feel about her. She'll probably be nicer about it too.” Harry shrugged his shoulders. What did he have to lose? “Can I help?” Hermione asked eagerly. “You can read it when I'm done,” Harry replied, “if you want to stay up and wait for it.” “Okay,” she said, settling back into her book. Harry began to write fast, trying to get everything in his heart and head down onto the paper. *I'm sure this is really weird for you, because it's really weird for me. In all my life, I never thought I'd fall for you…and that's not an insult to you, it's just a testament to how I thought our relationship would always be platonic.* *I love you. I love everything about you…your hair…your eyes…your nose…your ears…your fingers…your arms…I love the way you smile at me in the morning. I love the way you bite your lip when you're thinking. I love the way your hair falls on your shoulders. I love the way you walk up the stairs, arms straining to hold those enormous books. I love the way you've always been there for me.* *You are so beautiful, so serene, so angelic…sometimes I wonder how I'm even on the same planet as you.* *When I walk near you, when I catch just a whiff of the way you smell, even though you don't wear a perfume, I am smiling, because your smell is so wonderful, just as everything else is about you.* *I want to hold you…hug you...but most of all, I want to be able to love you. The choice is obviously yours whether you love me back or not. But I'm glad I could get these feelings out of my heavy heart. No matter what you decide, I will always love you.* *Love,* *Harry Potter* “I'm finished,” Harry announced. Hermione walked over to where Harry was sitting and took the letter from him. “When are you going to give it to her?” “Just read it,” he replied. She began to read it, her eyes widening slowly as she went along. She finally finished it and looked up, her eyes looking questioningly at him. “Yes, Hermione, I don't have to decide when to give it to her, because I already have,” Harry said, sighing, “Hermione, I love you. Everything I said in the letter is true. I know that you probably don't like me back, but that's okay. Thanks for letting me at least tell you.” “Oh, Harry…” she whispered, stepping closer to him. Harry suddenly became aware of the fact that she hadn't slapped him. He looked down at her. She was wearing a loose white nightgown and Harry realized that it didn't really do a good job of hiding her curves. He almost sighed. She looked so exquisitely beautiful… “Hermione…” he whispered back. She stepped even closer to him. He could feel her breath tickling against his chin. “C-c-can I kiss you?” he asked, before he could stop himself. Hermione closed her eyes and said in a breathy voice, “Of course…” Harry also closed his eyes and leaned down. Their lips met and Harry felt as if a dam had broken in his heart. All the feelings that he had for Hermione, that he had buried deep within his heart for the past few months had been released. Hermione, he realized, was kissing back with an equal passion. After a few minutes, they stopped to catch their breaths. They then looked at each other awkwardly. Neither could believe what they had just done. “Wow…” Harry said. “Yeah.” “When did you start liking me?” Hermione asked. “Um…I think I started noticing it a few months ago. But everything else just seemed to be building to that. I think that subconsciously I had known it for a long time…it just took a while for my conscious mind to catch up. What about you?” Hermione smiled sweetly, “Remember first year?” Harry gasped, “You've liked me for *five and a half* *years* and I didn't notice?” “I had a bit of a fan-girl crush on you, when I read about you and then finally met you,” Hermione said, laughing before continuing on dreamily, “you were so cute.” “Me? Cute?” squawked Harry. “Oh come on,” she said, smiling, “those baggy pants with that plaid shirt! You looked adorable.” Harry mumbled something unintelligible, but she smiled and continued on. “Ever wonder why I was so keen to show off my knowledge when I was around you? You probably thought I was always like that…but I always felt more eager to prove myself when you were around. I wanted you to think that I was smart. I wanted you to think that I was someone worth knowing,” Hermione said, smiling sadly, “that was why I was so upset that Halloween night. It wasn't so much what Ron said, but the way you had nodded, agreeing with him that really made me upset. The one person I'd tried to impress…the one person I wanted to get to know better…agreed with his best friend that I was a nightmare.” “I'm sorry, Hermione,” Harry said, apologizing, “I didn't really know you that well, while that's no excuse, but----” She waved him off, “It doesn't matter, Harry. I'm *glad* it happened. Otherwise, you wouldn't have rescued me. Otherwise, we wouldn't have been friends. So it was good…the way you came charging in there, it validated everything I'd read about you. I was so…so…in *awe* of you…but I had to hide it, of course, since we were just friends. I've liked you every day of my schooling career at Hogwarts, Harry. You just didn't notice. Remember the Yule Ball? And how I got ticked off with Ron when he mentioned how you and him were just going to take the prettiest girls you could get to the Ball? I was mad because you just sat there like a dull statue, like you *agreed* with him! And so, I figured you wouldn't ask me and I was right…I wasn't pretty enough----” Harry put his finger to Hermione's lips, “You were pretty enough. It just never crossed my mind. We *were* best friends after all! But I did notice how gorgeous you were at the Ball…” “Mmmm….” Harry grinned at Hermione, “You were so gorgeous that day, just as you are gorgeous today. I love you, Hermione. I'm kind of surprised that you've liked me for so long, but that really doesn't matter, does it…man, this is such a great----” “Harry, shut up and kiss me.” Harry was a bit taken aback by Hermione's sharp voice, but he did as he was told. Their kisses soon became more passionate and more frantic and he anxiously ran his tongue across her lip. Hermione didn't seem to know what he wanted. She was still kissing him, but hadn't granted his tongue access. “Hermione, open your mouth,” he whispered. She opened her mouth and Harry grinned inwardly at the way her eyes widened when he put his tongue inside her mouth. She soon began running her tongue across his tongue. “Gotta…catch…my…breath…” Harry whispered. Hermione stopped and Harry leaned against the couch, slowly regaining his breath. “Um, can I ask you a question?” Hermione asked. “You already have, but go ahead,” Harry said, winking at her. “Er…how far do you want to go?” Never had Harry thought Hermione would be asking this question to *him*. How far *did* he want to go? “As far as you want to go,” he replied. “I don't think I'm ready for sex,” she whispered in a small voice, “I hope you weren't expecting that.” Harry shook his head vigorously, “Don't worry, Hermione. I didn't really expect to have sex with you twenty minutes after I first kissed you.” She smiled nervously, “But I still would like you to touch me.” Harry touched her face gently and smiled at her, “I touched you.” “No, not like that,” Hermione whispered, “I mean, here.” She ran a hand along one of her breasts. Harry suddenly realized how tight his pants were becoming. “Er…are you sure? I don't want to force you into anything…” “Please touch me,” she murmured. “I don't really know how to ask this,” Harry said, blushing, “but…do you want me to touch them with or without your nightgown on?” “You can take off my nightgown.” Harry groaned in anticipation. He was about to reach over and do it right then, when he realized they were still in the common room. “Hermione, do you think we should get out of here?” “Yeah, you're probably right. Where should we go?” “Room of Requirement.” Harry ran up the stairs, saw that Ron was sleeping peacefully, and grabbed his Invisibility Cloak and Marauder's Map. He went back down, where Hermione was waiting near the portrait. He pulled the cloak over them and they walked to the seventh floor. Harry began walking back and forth three times. *I need a place where Hermione and I can enjoy each other.* A door appeared and they walked through, holding hands. Harry stifled a gasp. There was large four-poster bed in the middle of the room. There was a dim candlelight and the walls appeared to glow orange. He looked back at Hermione and smiled. “Are you sure?” “Yes.” They walked over to the bed, where they both pulled off their shoes and socks to leave on the floor. Harry looked at Hermione, marveling at her beauty. She nodded quietly and Harry leaned over and pulled her nightgown over her head. She was dressed in a white, lacy bra and panties. She was gorgeous. “Oh my God…” he whispered, “you're so beautiful…” She smiled, almost in relief, “I was afraid you wouldn't like me.” “Of course I do.” He leaned over and unhooked her bra, dropping over the side of the bed. Her breasts dangled over her body. Tentatively, he put a hand against her left breast. Hermione moaned. The breast rose to his hand, hard. He quickly put his other hand on her other breast and soon began slowly rubbing them. “Oh, Harry,” she murmured. Harry could see the wetness that was slowly appearing on her panties and that thought made his pants almost rip right off. “You're in too much clothing,” Hermione said. Harry couldn't argue with her and simply watched as she pulled his pajama top off. He took off his pants himself. She looked at his boxers, almost gasping at the way his erection was fighting against its constraints. In a move that surprised him, Hermione suddenly took her hands and began running them along his erection which was still in his boxers. He began trying to fight off his orgasm, but it was in vain. After two minutes of her fingers running lightly up and down his manhood, he collapsed on top of her, shouting her name. “Do that to me,” she commanded. Harry took his fingers away from her breast, and lightly trailed them up her legs. She was shivering in anticipation, and Harry felt it would be cruel to make her wait. His index finger reached the boundary of her panties and reached under them. He could feel the heat on her fingers. Hermione was moaning. His finger finally came across a part of her body that seemed to be on fire. He began stroking her sex, his finger jabbing in and out of it. It did not take long for her either. She soon also had her orgasm, shouting Harry's name. “Think that's enough for today?” Harry whispered, lying down next to her. “Yes, darling,” she said. “Darling?” She simply winked at him. He fell asleep like that, one arm across the almost-naked body of his best friend.