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There are many ways you can touch someone and still keep it inside the friendship border. Hermione and I had figured
most of them out (well, she had initiated... oh, all of them), like long lingering hugs, and kisses on the cheek or
forehead that are few and far between. But what happened between us on this one particular night... I wish I could tell
you there was a real reason behind it. That we could still keep it as just something that could happen between friends
and it didn't mean anything.
But all I could think was what the hell just happened?
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We were in the Gryffindor common room, sitting on our favorite comfy couch in front of the fireplace. It was late, it was empty, and we were talking about Quidditch... well, I was talking about Quidditch. She was nodding along like she was interested, set on knitting more scarves and other various and somewhat unnecessary clothing items.
And all of a sudden she started giggling. Which made me go incredibly silent, because I've never really heard Hermione giggle. It was rather strange and funny. And just as quickly as she started, she had stopped.
Realising I wasn't saying anything, she looked up at me, and gave me an odd look. "Why are you staring at me?" She asked, curiously.
"Were you just..." I paused. "...giggling?"
I saw a small blush creep up her cheek. "Um... the scarf... it just tickled me. Keep talking, it's entertaining-"
"You're ticklish," I interrupted, matter-of-factly. I always found it oddly amusing when I'd learn something new about my best friend.
"And you're not?" She asked, quickly eyeing my body. A strange warm rush went through me.
So I leaned towards her. She leaned back a bit. "Harry..." I started to reach out slightly. "Harry, don't even think about it..." Her eyes were locked on mine.
She kept recoiling but she was already at the end of the couch. She had nowhere to go, so I leaned in as quickly as possible, and started tickling any area I could reach. She had to hide her scream as to not wake anyone up,and her reflexes were quick: she managed to get my underarms and successfully slowed me down for a second.
She used this to her advantage by rolling us off the couch and onto the floor, making a loud thump! but it didn't slow her down, she was now on top of me, and I used the moment to capture her leg between mine so she couldn't move. She tried to get up with no avail, and started tickling my chest, but I managed to grab her hands and pull them down to the ground.
And that's when it happened. "That's not fair," she pleaded, and tried to get up...
Sucessfully grinding her hips against mine. And I gasped. I don't know if she heard it. She wasn't looking at me anymore. The strangest feeling was going through me, I tried not to awknowledge it... but at the same time I was hoping she would do it again...
And suddenly she shifted her hips. Maybe she was only trying to get up again, just maybe...
But then I did it. I just pressed my hips up against hers a bit. And set them back down. My heart was beating quickly. What was going on?
She still wasn't looking at me. So I let go of her hands. She could move now, she could get up and leave, and we could pretend this never happened. My heart was pounding. I wonder if she could hear it.
And she started to lift her hips up, but she suddenly came back down, pressing herself harder against me. I took another deep breath. We were barely moving now. It was just her body... on top of my body... oh god, I wonder if she feels that...
Her head was low now, almost at my chest, like she was refusing to look at me. This just felt so good, but it was Hermione... my best friend Hermione.
I don't know how long we stayed like that. But after the long silence and still gentle rocking of our hips against eachother, I let out a small moan and out with it came her name.
"Hermione..."
And suddenly, everything stopped. She looked at me for only a second, before quickly pushing herself off of me and onto the floor.
"Harry... I'm... going - to go to bed," she quickly stammered, her face red, and she took one last glance before she disappeared up to the girl's dormitory.
And I stumbled back onto the couch, staring at the fire.
I leaned back, trying to calm myself down.
But all I could think was what the hell just happened? I had no idea she was lying on her bed, wondering the exact same thing.