A/N 1: I am so sorry to waste notification points for some of you, but I just had to post the revised version of this chapter. The inconsistencies nagged at me this whole morning throughout my entire grocery shopping trip. If you left a review for the previous posting, I urge you to review the revised chapter and give me your thoughts.
A/N 2: Thank you so much to everyone that has reviewed so far! It really helps the muse when I receive suggestions and encouragement from others. Secondly, this chapter turned out to be longer than what I thought it would. I did take some of the suggestions offered pertaining to Hermione's `previous' experience. I hope that you readers will be pleased! Thirdly, I think this chapter will point to the fact that I do not want it to be just a `smut' story. I did want it to have some substance.
On a side note, this story has not seen a beta. I waited too long to complete the first chapter and just wanted to get it posted the week it was due. My regular beta has offered to go over it, but I view it as somewhat pointless since I have already posted several chapters.
Lastly, happy reading and do not forget to review!
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Harry snatched Hermione around the waist as they reached her bedroom door. He swiftly descended his lips upon hers as she backed them into the room. The heat between them was something they could not ignore. The sparks that flew demanded attention.
But Hermione could not be persuaded to veer off her plans. She was ecstatic that Operation HSH was going smoothly. But she couldn't sidestep this important task. Drawing back very slowly from the passionate kiss, she smiled playfully at him. "Harry, I want to ask you a few questions."
He swallowed hard. Once again, Harry had to remind himself that this was who Hermione was. She needed to know information.
It just would have been nice if she had collected said information earlier.
Taking a deep breath to calm himself, he smiled at her. "What does my lady wish to know?"
Hermione returned his smile, almost five times brighter, and tugged on his hand to pull him down to the floor with her. "What are some of your fantasies, Harry?"
The question actually caught him off guard. What were his fantasies?
Hermione noticed his struggle. She wondered if maybe it would be easier for him if she divulged first. "Would you like for me to tell you one of my fantasies?" He silently nodded his answer. "Okay, I thought that it might be fun to take some chocolate or whip cream and lick it off each other. It may be a bit messy…"
"Sex in the shower," Harry's voice broke in.
A smile crept over Hermione's features. "Is that one of your fantasies?"
Again, Harry nodded. "The thought of being together while the water drenches our bodies seems rather tempting." He took a deep breath, a query of his own demanding to be asked. "There's something I would like to know."
"Sure, go ahead." She answered evenly but her insides began to quake. She could almost sense what question he was about to pose.
"Have you ever done these things with anyone before?"
And there it was. She needed to answer the question but she was so hoping to avoid it now. "Um, I have had one experience. Well, I'm not even sure it could qualify as an experience. If it lasted less than five minutes does it count?"
Harry's eyes widened just a tad, not sure what to make of the answer she had provided him with so far. "It lasted less than five minutes?"
"From start to finish," she deadpanned. She was becoming a little more comfortable with discussing the subject with her best friend-turned-…well, she could not technically call him her lover quite yet. "I didn't really have any grand expectations beforehand, so at least I wasn't disappointed," she admitted quietly. "There wasn't any intercourse." At Harry's questioning look, she continued. "He attempted to pleasure me with his fingers, but he merely ended up scratching and poking me instead." She giggled at the memory, able to find the humor now that time had passed. "I had to make it seem like I couldn't take anymore due to pleasure rather than pain. I tried to reciprocate the pleasure, but as soon as I took him in my hand…well, the show was over."
"Who was it?" A mixture of amusement and jealousy haunted the simple question.
"Viktor," was her simple, yet quiet, reply.
Harry should have known. Process of elimination could have told him that. Hermione had dated very few boys…men…guys during their friendship. Her relationship with Ron was short. Harry knew well enough that if the redhead had gotten anywhere near Hermione's knickers, Ron would have interrupted Harry's defeat of Voldemort to tell him. That only left Krum. It had been less than five minutes. With enough concentration, personal foreplay and buildups/back offs, he was able to make a wank last for at least a good ten to fifteen minutes. Then, he really thought about the reality of her confession. "Hermione, we were only in our forth year when you met Viktor."
She shook her head, almost showing signs of shame. "It was wrong on every level as I look back on the whole ordeal." Then, suddenly, her smile returned. "But I don't want to discuss that anymore. I'm here now, with you."
Hermione was right. Their pasts made them who they were now. Their pasts brought them to this particular point. All that mattered was the two of them, Harry and Hermione.
"I'll be right back out, Harry. You can lay down on the bed and get…comfortable." She sent a saucy wink in his direction, pushed her body up off the floor, and headed into the bathroom that connected to her room.
Harry intended to get comfortable. First, he needed to get the information he wanted to know earlier in the day. He quietly walked towards the dresser and pulled out the top drawer.
Bingo!
Before him, nestled in the drawer, were delicate-looking knickers and bras. He picked up one of the garments in question and looked at the tag.
32C
The numbers and letter did not really mean a thing to him. All he knew is that he liked her breasts. He intended to become better acquainted with the two perfect mounds. He placed the bra back in the drawer and made his way towards the bed. In a hasty move, he opted to divest himself of the damp swim trunks.
She's already seen it once. It's not like it will be a big surprise.
Well, it is a big…never mind, I won't go there.
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She stared at herself in shock. It was not the fact that she was wearing nearly next to nothing. It was not the fact that she had just admitted to Harry that Viktor Krum was the wizard with which she had just been intimate. It was not even the fact that, mere moments from now, she would, hopefully, experience what she should have experienced back then. No, it was the fact that she, Hermione Granger, felt absolutely at ease and confident about what she was about to do. She did not scrutinize her body. She did not second-guess her decision.
What she was about to experience with Harry felt normal. It felt right.
I love him completely and unconditionally.
This thought knocked the wind out of her even more. This was not teenage experimentation. Well, okay, it was in a way. But, it meant much more than that. Harry was not someone she would be able to let go of easily. Harry was not a Viktor. If Harry ever walked away from her without a second glance…she did not want to think how she would feel.
My life would be over.
But Harry would never do that.
No, Harry would never do that. She allowed herself to turn completely girly for a moment and thought about how she could see herself with him for the rest of her life.
This is definitely a conversation for later.
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Though he did not think it was possible after everything that had occurred that day, Hermione made Harry speechless when she reentered the room.
"Do you like, Harry?"
Like was an understatement. Love, adored, worshipped; those words described his feelings for what was before him. There, now standing next to the bed was Hermione Granger wearing white high heels…and nothing else.
He may have seen her naked earlier, but now he took a bit of time to appreciate her body in all its glory. Yes, her breasts were just as perfect when she was standing up. In fact, they looked even better. Two plump mounds were practically calling out to him, enticing him to take a lick. Her rosy nipples were erect. His gaze traveled downward, noting her taught tummy and then…
Merlin, did it look like that before?
She was shaven clean. Yes, it had been like that before. He just had not taken the time to appreciate it. That would definitely change during this encounter.
"Harry?"
He snapped out of his mini exploration. "Hermione, you look…I don't even know how to describe it." He really did not know what to say. He felt any word he used would not be enough to convey his true emotions concerning the situation.
He was about to be intimate with Hermione Granger, a girl who knew him better than he knew himself. He was about to share something with her and it felt so…right. It felt as if they had been unknowingly dating for all these years. The touches, the smiles, and the ability to know what the other was thinking.
Well, most of the time I know what she's thinking. I would have never guessed she was hiding all these tricks in that brilliant mind.
He glanced down at her shoes, then at his own body. "But it would seem that you are a bit overdressed," he smirked.
"Would you like for me to take them off?" She questioned, wearing her own smirk.
"Actually, I think it's sexy. Leave them on." He grabbed her hand and gently pulled her to lay down with him. "Just be careful with where you put those heels," he chuckled.
She joined in with him as she took his glasses off his face. "Believe me; I wouldn't want to put any part of your body out of commission." And before he had a chance to speak more, she captured his mouth in a searing kiss, adjusting her body to lie comfortably on top of his. His erect cock pushed gently against her warm folds.
This was nothing like fumbling fingers and vibrators. She already knew that it would be fulfilling for the both of them. Harry was igniting a spark that no one else had been able to learn or know how to create.
They continued the kiss, their tongues exploring each other's mouths. His hands rested on each cheek of her bum, squeezing every so often and moving her gently in a sliding motion so her wetness and warmth rubbed against his cock. The feeling of her hands running carelessly through his hair turned him on more than he could have ever imagined.
Their kisses turned more heated. Yes, the sexual chemistry was definitely present. Yet, there was more to it than lust. Harry had never experienced love until he arrived at Hogwarts. Even then, it took some time for him to grasp the emotion. He was too young to remember his parent's love for him, though he knew the devotion had been there when they were alive. Why else would his mother have sacrificed herself for Harry?
That reflection on this past brought his thoughts to a screeching halt.
He would sacrifice his own life to save Hermione without thinking twice. During the war, he had put himself in harm's way for Hermione. Harry felt it to be second nature. Now, it was clear.
I love Hermione.
He would have been knocked off his feet had he not already been lying down. He would not speak the words now. It would seem too cliché and predictable. No, he would enjoy this moment they were sharing. Then later, when she would least expect it, he would voice his realization.
"I want you," Harry moaned.
The sound of his voice made Hermione's stomach flip-flop. He sounded so sexy. She loved being able to witness this side of him, a feral and wanton need evident in his eyes, his touch, and his body language. She sat up; straddled him, and began to rock her hips back and forth, causing her clit to rub against his hard cock. Two separate moans filled the room; both laced with need and desire.
Hermione knew they were both ready. Biting her lower lip and giving him her best innocent look before raising herself up and shifting his cock at her entrance. "Are you sure you want me, Harry?"
He took a calming breath before answering. "I'm surer of it than I am of anything else."
A mischievous grin replaced her sweet smile. "Do you think you'd like being talked dirty to?"
Harry's breathing returned to a ragged state. The thought of Hermione talking dirty to him both intrigued and disturbed him. Would she use technical words? Had she read a book on it? If so, would her attempts at cooing come out as if she was reading from the text word for word? Well, he would never know if he did not take the chance. "Yes."
Hermione was quite pleased with his response. She was excited to try her hand at this sexual technique. She only hoped that she did not sound like a git. She teased her slit with the head of his cock for just a little longer, enjoying the reaction she received from Harry. "You want to be inside of me, don't you?" she teased.
He could only moan in response, relishing in the feeling of her wet folds rubbing against the head of his cock.
"Do you think you've been a good boy?"
He swallowed, attempting to gain control of his voice. "I th-think I've b-been v-very good."
Yes, stuttering your words will turn her on to no avail.
Again, you are a complete moron.
"I would have to agree," she smiled. Slowly, she began to lower herself onto his hard member. Her impulse was to close her eyes. But she fought the reflex in order to watch Harry's reaction. It seemed that he had opted to do the same. Their gazes locked as a feeling of euphoria enveloped the pair.
Hermione could not stop the tiny mews that emitted. She entered into this being completely relaxed, knowing it would help with any pain that may plague her body from the foreign intrusion. She had also read that being on top for the woman's first time could help alleviate the pain from losing her virginity. She was beginning to wonder if they were doing it right because she was feeling no pain, just pleasure. Maybe it was the fact that she was so concentrated on Harry's reaction. They both opened their mouths and let moans escape, but their eyes never left each other.
His cock fully sheathed within her now only caused the pleasure to grow. "What does my good boy want?" Hermione fought to keep her voice under control, but still found her words came out wavered.
"Ride me," he moaned. "Ride me hard."
She placed her hands on his chest and leaned forward slightly. His hands gripped her hips, helping to keep her steady. Harry took a moment to look at the entirety of the situation. Hermione's naked form was on top of him, her breasts jiggling with her movements while her hands pressed against his chest. His cock was sliding in and out of her, fast then slow, her wetness coating his length. Then he remembered the shoes she was wearing and looked at the sexy footwear. Once he combined all those images and he felt himself about ready to explode.
Good Lord, man, get a grip! You cannot lose your load this early. What are you, a thirteen-year-old having his first wank to a Play Wizard?
Harry knew he had to do something to stop this moment from ending too soon. "Hermione, let's switch positions."
She did not question, avoiding at all costs an awkward pause. She merely nodded her head in understanding, leaned down to give him a kiss, and lifted herself up. "How do you want me?" She questioned with a smirk.
"Lay down," he quietly commanded. She quickly complied, staring up at him with a mixture of excitement, impatience, lust, and another emotion that he hoped he'd read correctly.
He lowered himself on top of her, kissing her as soon as her lips were within reach. Each shifted slightly, eager to get back to their previous activity.
Harry's cock slid in easily. A grunt from deep within his throat signified his satisfaction while Hermione's vocal sigh confirmed the same. Harry tried to keep a steady pace, praying that Hermione would climax soon. Just then, an idea struck him. Putting his weight on one arm, he reached down with the other hand and began to play with her clit.
This had definitely been the right move to make. Within a matter of seconds, Hermione was screaming, practically chanting his name. The contracting of her slick walls around his cock was enough to make him tremble. With three more thrusts, he shoved his cock deep within her. He dropped his head to the crook of her neck, breathing deep and erratically. Her scent was filling his nostrils and it only made him feel more lightheaded.
Hermione was the first to break the silence that surrounded them for several moments. "That was absolutely wonderful, Harry." Her whisper was sweet, her smile resounding within the statement.
He lifted his head, his eyes greeted with a scene that rivaled the one that happened earlier in the day. The former act of pleasuring was nothing compared to what they had just shared. He was a boy…no, a man, and he knew that all the flowery sentiments was something better left to women. However, he could not ignore the flood of emotions breaking loose within in.
He and Hermione had pleasured each other simultaneously with an act that was more intimate than any other was.
Sex was becoming a lot more complicated than he had ever expected it to be.
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