Doorway To Heaven

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, I wouldn't have to write fan fiction in order to right the wrong of Harry and Hermione not getting together! In other words, J.K.R. owns all that is Harry Potter. I merely own the fic that is before you.

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Hermione Granger really had to commend herself for her brilliant idea. If she had to pick, it was her most brilliant idea ever.

It was the summer before her seventh year. Voldemort had been defeated during sixth year, leaving her and every other sane soul in the wizarding world with a feeling of liberation. She, and her friends, could now begin to live. More importantly, Harry Potter could breathe a sigh of relief knowing that there wasn't a bounty for his head. Knowing that Harry could rest easy sent her emotions flying to the heavens.

Enter her brilliant idea. The last thing Harry needed was for the Dursley family to drag him down after such a huge accomplishment. The summer after defeating the Dark Lord should be peaceful for him. The summer before his final year at Hogwarts should be lived freely. Hence the reason why, almost immediately after the war ended, Hermione extended the invitation to spend the entire summer at the Granger home. He seemed a bit shocked at first but, really, the sooner the better as far as she was concerned. The quicker the request was presented meant the squelching of other opportunities; namely ones presented by any of the Weasley clan.

Hermione loved the redheads dearly, but knew that Molly would do nothing but dote over Harry. The twins would most likely, unknown to Harry, test out potential products on him. Ron would forever go on and on about Quidditch (something Harry probably wouldn't mind). And Ginny…well, Ginny would spend the entire summer convincing Harry their love was still alive and that they could continue where they had left off before the war went into full swing.

The thought of Ginny with Harry made Hermione a bit queasy so she quickly shoved the image out of her mind.

Recently, Harry had confided in Hermione that he really felt nothing more than friendship for the ginger-haired beauty. Hermione knew he had matured rapidly due to the circumstances in his life. While he wanted to complete his final year of school and plan his life it seemed Ginny Weasley was simply interested in playing house with the Harry Potter.

Hermione knew that her best friend needed a smart, sensible, mature woman. While Hermione was all those things, she knew that Harry also needed to have some fun. The young man had been through enough trials and tribulations in his life to last him to the age of 150.

Thus, her whole plan had been born.

Of course, her plan needed a name. All good plans had names. The name of her plan was Operation HSH…Hermione Shags Harry.

Or it could be Harry Shags Hermione…it really didn't matter. Either way, the outcome was the same.

The first mission, getting Harry to spend the summer with her at the Granger's beach house, was accomplished. During the birth of her plan, she had worried that asking her parents' permission to use the property in order to spend the summer alone with Harry would be the detonator to destroy the whole thing. Surprisingly, they were quite supportive of the idea. Since she had known Harry for so long, the platonic relationship was established in her parent's eyes. Hermione was a studious young woman who, as far as her parents knew, had not even experienced her first kiss. Their faith in her almost made her feel guilty.

Almost

The second mission, in which she was currently involved, was doing research via her laptop.

Hermione had only one previous sexual encounter to learn from. Unfortunately, it had been over too soon to learn anything of real substance. Harry was much too important to her and the last thing she wanted to deal with was incompetence on her part. In the event that Harry had never had sex, she wanted at least one of them to have a clue.

The Internet was a fascinating place to her. For certain subjects, the library just didn't do. It killed Hermione to admit that, but it was the truth. Now, from the comfort and privacy of the beach house, she could surf for information until her heart's content. What fascinated her even more was the amount of information she was finding.

Bloody hell, people will make web sites about anything!

Presently, she was looking into various positions. The missionary position was done by everyone. It was basic. It was plain. It was usual. If she was going through with this plan, she intended on showing Harry a good time and enjoying herself while she was at it.

Thank you, mum and dad, for having phone lines installed at the beach house!

The most interesting looking one to her was The Bermuda Triangle. This position would consist of her being on top facing against Harry while she anchored her arms towards his upper body while he held on to her inner thigh and would make a push and pull motion. It looked interesting in the picture. She would have to favorite that page.

She looked further and found an oral sex position that caught her eye. The Doorway to Heaven looked to be exactly that; pure heaven. She on her side while Harry would be behind her, his mouth place between her...

Wow, was the temperature getting warmer?

“Good morning, Hermione!” Harry's voice slightly startled her. She must have lost track of the time. She thought for sure that she had at least another half hour before he woke up. She almost closed her laptop, in an effort to hide her investigation, but then thought twice about doing so. She and Harry had been at the beach house for over two weeks. To be honest, she wasn't quite sure how much longer she would be able to go on without bursting. Harry's extensive training for the war had left him slightly muscular. Seeing him in just shorts for a good portion of their days made it all the more brutal on her hormones.

Perhaps it would be severely forward of her but, really, it was time to set this into motion. “Good morning, Harry.” Her smile was warm while she made sure her eyes conveyed a little something extra. He seemed to catch it, for his smile only grew. She watched as he walked toward where she was sitting, her heart racing faster with each step he took.

“What are you looking at?” She watched the expression on his face change rapidly once he sat beside her and stared at the screen. His mouth opened and closed a few times, showing he was quite unsure of what to say.

She grabbed all the Gryffindor courage she could find within herself and spoke. “What do you think of this position, Harry? I think it looks quite pleasurable, for the woman at least. Would you agree?”

Harry had been hit on several times in his life. A few of the girls had been blatantly obvious while some had been more reserved. He was quite certain that Hermione was hitting on him. Yet, there was a tiny part of him that didn't believe it. She had never really shown any evidence of having some interest in him. Then again, they had been rather busy over the past several years. It was possible that he had been so consumed with everything that he missed the signs. Oh Merlin, she was still staring at him, waiting for his response. He swallowed, the sound fairly deafening in his own ears. “It looks rather fun,” he honestly admitted. He watched her grin grow wider at his reply. Okay, now he was starting to really wonder. While the end of the war had brought them all a certain freedom and peace, his friend was acting completely out of character. “Hermione, what's going on?”

“I'm a curious young woman. Aren't you curious, Harry?” She stared for a moment longer, wearing a smirk that would make Draco Malfoy quite proud, placed the laptop on the coffee table and rose off the loveseat, sauntering towards the stairs. “I'm going to take a shower. See you in a bit.”

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Harry was a bit dumbfounded. This was, quite honestly, the last thing he expected to occur when he woke up that morning. Then again, he really shouldn't have been shocked. He and Hermione were two teenagers of the opposite sex spending a summer together…alone…

Sweet Merlin, his mouth became dry.

Why had he not seen it sooner? She invited him to spend the summer with her. Not once did she attempt to invite Ron. Should he have found that odd?

Possibly

If he wanted to be truthful with himself, he might as well come clean to the fact that he was relieved it would only be he and Hermione for the summer. What red-blooded male wouldn't be happy to spend the summer alone with an attractive girl?

Even if said girl was supposed to be one of his best friends, he wouldn't complain.

Hermione wasn't a striking beauty. She wasn't the type to cause traffic to come to a halt. She didn't waste her time with makeup. She seemed to choose her clothing for the necessity of covering her body rather than for style.

But Hermione had a kind heart. She fought fiercely for those she cared about. She would risk her own life to save someone she loved. In his book, those reasons and more were cause enough for him to be attracted to her.

And he was attracted to her. He had been for several months. There was no more denying it.

His eyes returned to her laptop screen, a mischievous grin gracing his features. He was thankful Hermione had taught him how to use the device when they arrived. Clicking away, he found himself looking at pictures of other various sexual positions. When he arrived at one picture in particular, he had to stop and look. The woman in the picture was sitting astride the man, facing away from him. Notes under the picture pointed out that this position was favorable for couples seeking deep penetration. It also allowed the male to grab the woman's buttocks while watching his cock slide in and out of her.

Harry let out a groan, unable to stop the visual from forming in his mind. Hermione on top of him, riding him slowly while he molded and squeezed her taught bum, admiring the sight of his cock being devoured by Hermione's…

Holy-fucking-bloody-hell

He abandoned the laptop on the table and made his way to his room. There was no way he could continue the day without doing what needed to be done. Passing by the bathroom, he noted the shower was still running. Good, he had time to complete the simple yet necessary task.

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Author's Note: Okay, don't kill me! I know I haven't updated ANY of my stories on here. I have the next chapter of USA in the works, but so much has happened to me this year within my family. My adopted father passed away in April. Shortly after that, my grandpa fell ill and has been diagnosed with cancer. He and my grandma have needed a lot of extra help lately, so much that my mom and I have no lives outside of the home really. Between doing that and studying my courses (which I am taking for the THIRD time due to all the personal issues that caused me to fail the first two times) I haven't had much time to write. Then KiwiMelon15 sent me, along with 10 other authors, this challenge and it helped to get me back into my fiction. Hopefully, once this challenge is over, I will be able to finish USA. All of you that have been reading it definitely deserve something that has been worth waiting for, so I am going to do my best to deliver! Until then, enjoy this story. It has a time limit, so I have no choice but to finish it in a timely fashion!

I love reviews, so please let me know what you think so far!

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A/N: Thanks to those of you that reviewed! I don't know why, but I think this chapter may garner a few more reviews…just a feeling I have. Hopefully, this chapter can make up for the fact that I had Hermione acting so forward suddenly. Enjoy! Oh, and there is definitely more to come!

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Harry had become rather proficient at masturbation. How else was he to spend a good portion of his time locked in his room at the Dursley home? Frankly, it was the only time he felt alive at their residence. Being capable of causing any kind of pleasure to him for sanity's sake, while being surrounded by absolute negativity, was to be jumped at. It didn't make him feel pathetic like some might think. He knew, due to sharing a dormitory at Hogwarts with other healthy males, that everyone did it. Really, how else was one to figure out what they liked sexually?

He lay on the bed, pants unbuckled and unzipped, stroking his hardened cock. It felt good, like always, but he was now wishing for more. Never before had he done this while an attractive female was just down the hall. The visions of Hermione riding atop him returned to his hazed mind.

Yes, he would have no problem finishing this self gratification session quickly.

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Hermione stood in front of the mirror, scrutinizing her clothed body. The stone-wash jean shorts she chose were quite unlike her other clothing. They were short, but not to the point where her arse cheeks shown. She was, after all, vying for sexy, not trashy. The ribbed white tank top set off her newly acquired tan perfectly. Drying spell complete, her hair fell in soft ringlets thanks to a few muggle styling products aimed at killing frizz on humid days.

She was happy with how she looked. Now, she only needed to see how happy Harry would be with her appearance.

She quietly made her way down the stairs, hoping to sneak up on him. But he wasn't there. The laptop was where she had left it on the table and nothing else seemed disturbed.

His room

A wicked grin graced her face as she calmly made her way back up the stairs. She really wasn't the type to intrude on someone's private space but she had told him she would see him in a bit. The polite thing to do would have been to wait for her right where she left him. She had a nagging, but pleasant, feeling that Operation HSH was about to get shoved into overdrive.

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It felt wonderful. While he knew that Hermione's touch would be double the delight, he would settle for what he could presently get. His hand picked up speed as he imagined what part of her body Hermione would be washing that exact moment. While it was most likely her face or hair, he liked to think it would be her pert breasts or…

It was beginning to become too much. He knew that satisfaction was right around the corner. Just a few more strokes…

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Hermione stopped outside the closed door, desperately trying to listen for some sign of life. She heard no movement, but she did hear heavy breathing and some incoherent words being spoken. Her grin only grew wider as she summoned all her courage. It was now or never. She was hoping that Harry would accept her behaving so unlike herself. Though she had a feeling that once he experienced the benefits of the attitude change, he would be more than willing to acknowledge it was an adjustment for the better. Without so much as a knock, she grabbed the door handle and turned it freely. “Harry, I'm ready!”

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Harry's movements immediately stopped and shock entered his body. His mind was desperately telling him to sit up, to put his cock back inside his pants but his muscles wouldn't budge. Fortunately, he found his voice. “Hermione, what the fuck, don't you knock?”

He watched as she stared at him, wide eyed. One thing that was odd was that she was smiling…almost in a feral manner. “I'm so sorry, Harry.” She sounded anything but.

He swallowed hard, not really knowing what to do or say. While he wasn't ashamed of the activity, he really didn't welcome the intrusion. “Um, do you think you could give me a moment?” He knew he wouldn't be able to recover and finish after the interruption, but he did want to gather his wits…and possibly lock himself in the room for the remainder of the summer.

She took a confident step towards him. “No.”

He was a bit taken aback by her simple, incompliant response. “No?” Really, it was the only reaction he could muster at the moment.

“Harry, I obviously barged in on something important. I feel terribly dreadful. Please, allow me to make it up to you.” That being said, she made her way closer to him and kneeled on the bed between his legs, her head hovering over his slightly softened cock.

If he thought he was in shock before, Harry realized he was absolutely frozen now. This was the very last scenario he pictured when Hermione waltzed through the bedroom door just moments before. “Hermione…”

“I want to do this,” she said, a determined tone in her voice. “Let me do this.” The devious smirk returned. “I'll allow you to watch me after.”

His head began to spin as his cock stiffened back to its previous state. “Watch you?”

At his question, she crawled forward so that they were face to face, her lips inches from his own. “Pleasure myself,” she whispered, then lightly kissed him, her tongue darting out to quickly lick his lips.

Her offer caused a groan to emit from deep within him. Pleased with his response, she was determined to return to the task at hand. “Prop yourself up on your elbows. I want you to not only feel the pleasure I'm causing, but see it as well.” Harry did as she requested, more than willing to comply as the mere thought of Hermione's mouth on his cock made him stiffen to the point of being a bit uncomfortable.

She grabbed the shaft, taking a good look at the sexual organ in front of her. Most girls considered the penis to be an awkward looking part of the body. She, in fact, had giggled a bit while looking at some pictures on certain sites while doing her research. But now, having Harry's cock right in front of her, right in her hand, she realized he was exquisite. This was something she could pleasure. This was something that could pleasure her. Standing at attention it was almost powerful looking. Having it in her grasp made her feel powerful. Euphoria seemed to course through her veins in that instant.

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His had to have been the first she had seen. Harry was growing quite impatient, but he knew to tread lightly. Any wrong movement or spoken word could stop this wonderful moment before it had begun. Besides, this was who Hermione was. She studied his cock like it was a book. He saw her mouth inch closer to the head. But before anything happened, her eyes locked with his. “Let me know when you're about to cum.” All he could do was nod his head, his breathing beginning to quicken at the prospect of what was about to occur.

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She moistened her lips and bent down, her mouth encasing just the head of his cock.

“Oh, fuck,” Harry moaned.

She fought the urge to smile and continued with her mission. She began to twirl her lips gently around the ridge of the head while maintaining the sucking factor. This produced more moaning from Harry, a sound she was enjoying. He seemed to appreciate her current ministrations, so she didn't feel the need to change her tactics. Why mess with a good thing?

Before the moment she took his cock in her mouth, she was unsure of what the whole experience would be like. The thought of a penis in her mouth did not really intrigue her. Why should it?

But she understood it all as soon as tongue met skin.

“That feels so fucking wonderful, Hermione.”

She felt alive knowing that this simple act could cause such gratification. The head of his cock was so smooth and warm. His scent was musky. The same could be said for the taste of his skin. One of her hands was rhythmically moving up and down his shaft while the other hand was lightly fondling his balls. She thanked her ability to multi-task.

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His senses were on overload. Her mouth, her hands, her touch; it was all too much and not enough at the same time. He did as she requested and watched as she delivered the sweet torture. There were moments when he had to close his eyes and relish in the bliss of it all. “So good,” he blissfully sighed.

Hermione's response, since her mouth was a bit preoccupied, was a moan that came out as a hum which caused Harry to shiver with pleasure.

And then, before he could enjoy anymore of the heavenly torment, he felt his climax approach. “Her…mione, I'm…gonna…”

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She was snapped out of her set pace by his words. This was the moment she had been craving to experience. She just hoped the information she had read worked. She quickly placed her thumb at the very base of his cock but continued to suck vigorously on the head. She heard his grunts, moans and whimpers, all seeming to signify his climax but, just as her research had stated, there was no cum. She sustained this action for several moments, allowing his climax to continue. From the sound of it, he was in favor of this decision.

She then quickly prepared herself for what was about to happen. She knew once she lifted her thumb, a geyser would be released. Would she swallow? Would she move out of the way? She had ruled out the idea of swallowing beforehand, but now that the moment had arrived she was somewhat interested in what it would be like. Curiosity usually got the best of Hermione.

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The surges of pleasure rocked Harry's body. He had never experienced a climax like this before. He couldn't stop the noises that forced to be let out as he continued to peak. He was a tad worried when he felt Hermione's thumb pinch the base of his cock, but he was nothing but grateful now. He watched as she continued to suck at the head like it was a blow pop. It was then that a tiny bit of the haze lifted in his mind and he realized that, even though he was climaxing, no cum was being released.

Just as he realized this little fact, he saw her release her thumb. What happened next would forever be engrained in his mind for eternity. He felt himself cum hard…in her mouth. He came so hard that he couldn't stop himself from grunting and moaning quite loudly, his head tossed back in ecstasy. He wasn't sure if he would ever experience anything like this ever again, so he took the time to take pleasure in the feeling.

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She had greatly underestimated her abilities. She felt geyser had been a bit of an understatement and planned on contacting the author of the site she had used for fellatio research.

She wanted to gag, wanted to spit, but knew she was doing this for his benefit and not her own. She swallowed as much as she could, but was unable to take it all. She was mortified when some of his cum leaked out the side of her mouth. All she could think of was that after all of the pleasure she had just lavished on him, he would be utterly disgusted at the sight of his seed on her face.

Then, their eyes locked. He was still panting quite heavily, his brow glistening with a light sheen of sweat. A look of contentment mixed with confusion was his current expression. He broke the stare and looked to the bedside table. Reaching for a tissue, he turned back and handed it to her. He now made sure to smile shyly at the somewhat awkward moment.

She gratefully accepted the tissue and wiped her mouth slowly, wracking her brain for the right thing to say. Harry beat her to it.

“Don't think I'm complaining, because I'm not, but I have to understand what just happened.”

She took a deep breath, knowing this was bound to happen. There were, in fact, several reasons why she acted on her fantasy. She had wanted to help him relieve the stress that had plagued him for the last nearly seventeen years. She had wanted him to let go and feel pleasure that was completely for him and him alone. But mostly she had done it because she simply wanted to do it. She figured the latter response would be best. “I did it because I wanted to.” She cleared her throat and moved up to lie beside him. “I wanted to be the one to give you pleasure. I wanted to be the one to make your eyes roll into the back of your head. Moreover, I did it because I wanted you to know that I would be willing to do it more often.”

He kept his eyes on her as the words she spoke sank in. “How long have you felt like this?”

“It has been for several months now. I can't tell you when the moment happened that I began to see you as more. All I can say is that it did happen and the feeling hasn't gone away since. That's why I never said anything. Aside from the fact that we were quite distracted from our normal lives this past year, there was the worry of destroying a friendship by admitting to something that could have very well been a passing fancy. Once I realized the feelings only became stronger, and you admitted to no longer wanting to pursue…um, other avenues that were previously traveled, I decided to act on it all.” She took a deep breath as she ended her confession, hoping that she hadn't completely ruined everything.

Harry's mind was clouded with all the information. It was a lot to take in after experiencing the attention she had showered upon him. But he knew he had better say something, lest she think she made a mistake. “I'm glad you did. Act on it, I mean. I've been attracted to you for a while now as well.” He watched her eyes widen, then a sweet smile appear. Harry knew they could talk more, knew there was plenty to discuss. But he also knew that sometimes saying too much could ruin the moment. So he leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers, resulting in a sweet kiss. Then, he remembered. “So, did you really mean it when you said I could watch you?”

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A/N: Again, I want to thank all those who reviewed! I plan on replying to each one. After reading a certain review last night, I thought I would follow the advice and post the links to the pages I used in order to help Hermione's research in the first chapter. Just a warning, these pages include explicit pictures that involve the posing of sexual positions. If you can't handle that then don't cut and paste! The links are:

Hermione's 1^st research page - http://sexpositionsandmore.com/sex-positions/bermuda-triangle

Hermione's 2^nd research page - http://sexpositionsandmore.com/sex-positions/doorway-heaven

Harry's favorite position - http://sexpositionsandmore.com/sex-positions/drivers-seat

And now, on with chapter 3! Please don't forget to R & R!

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Harry wasn't positive, but he was seriously beginning to wonder if he had died during the war and just didn't know it. That could be the only explanation for why he felt in absolute heaven. He was certain that reality would not be this kind to him. It never had been before. Yet, there he lay…in bed with Hermione…watching her rub the tip of a vibrator against one of her raised nipples.

Like watching her disrobe wasn't agonizing enough, now she had to add sex toys into the mix.

If he hadn't died, he was sure that death would be coming soon. He had just experienced the most intense orgasm of his life and his cock was already growing painfully hard.

He had never seen a vibrator before. All he knew is that he so wished it was he who was touching her breasts. But, the agreement was that he would watch. And he would…for now. She had offered him a front row view, telling him to lay right between her legs.

Yes, he definitely liked this new liberated version of Hermione Granger. He was attracted to her before, but now he found her positively irresistible. He watched as she moved the vibrator down her body, stopping at its destination. It pulsed against her folds and he listened as she moaned.

“It feels so good, Harry.”

His mouth became dry once more. Just when he thought he would lose his mind, she slowly inserted the vibrator where he longed for his cock to be. His ears were met with another moan, his name falling from her lips shortly after.

Yea, he wasn't sure whether he would be able to just sit back and watch. He saw the toy slip in and out of her easily as she became wetter. He smelled her essence as she became more aroused. His tongue was positively itching to have a taste.

She let out a whimper as she shoved the vibrator deeper than the previous thrusts. “What do you think, Harry?” Her voice was breathy, enjoying the feeling this wonderful invention was causing.

His brain was about to short circuit and she expected him to think? He said exactly what was floating through his mind. “You are so fucking hot right now.”

She giggled.

The damn sexy wench actually had the nerve to giggle, like she was enjoying the torture she was putting him through. If he wasn't so hard at the moment, he'd show her. He would have walked right out of the room.

Yea, that would definitely teach her a lesson.

You moron

“Do you want to help me, Harry?”

Does a snitch have wings?

“Oh, yea,” he moaned as he raised himself up so that he was kneeling, his eyes gazing at her clit. He lowered his head and kissed the skin around her belly button. His lips trailed down and his pulse quickened. His lips surrounded the tiny bundle of nerves and he began to gently suck.

Her skin was hot. Her folds were becoming drench with her juices. Without really thinking about his actions, his tongue took a swipe over a portion of the vibrator during one of the moments of pulling it out. The taste of her wetness was unusual, but something he could definitely get use to. It was all so soft, so soaked and so scorching.

Hermione moaned louder, completely surrendering to the pleasure she was receiving. She continued to thrust the toy in and out, mixed emotions of wanting the moment to last and wanting to reach her peak battled within her. In the midst of her thrusting, she felt Harry's hand cover her own, helping to guide the toy in and out, in and out, in…the vibrations rocking her to the core, Harry's tongue licking her clit, then switching to his lips gently sucking on the button. Then, his mouth left her skin.

“Don't stop!” she nearly cried.

He smirked, though lust still clouded his eyes. “Let me take care of business down here. You, play with your beautiful tits.” He watched as she bit her lower lip and then licked her lips. He enthusiastically took over the job of moving the vibrator and watched her hands for several moments.

Fingertips grazed over both nipples as her breathing increased. While enjoying the view, he took the time to admire breasts. They were perky, a handful at the most. He was no expert of exact sizing so he made a mental note to sneak a peek at the tag on one of her bras later. No matter what the tag said, he could verify without a doubt that they were a perfect fit for the rest of her body. Her nipples were a rosy color and contrasted quite nicely with the slight tan she had received during their first several weeks at the beach.

He turned his attention back to her clit, desperately wanting to see what she looked like when she climaxed. He sucked and licked the nub, loving the sight of the vibrator disappearing inside her. He honestly felt at this point that a simple brush against his cock would bring forth an explosion of cum. The sounds of Hermione's quickened whimpers, moans and other tiny noises led him to believe her peak was nearing. He moved his hand faster, inserting the toy at a frantic pace.

“Harry! Oh, fuck! Oh fuck! I'm…I'm…”

But those were her last intelligible words. What followed were some of the sexiest sounds Harry had ever heard. Her body trembled as she rode the waves of delight. He kept his mouth latched to her clit, but focused his eyes on her face.

She was absolutely fucking beautiful.

Her eyes were closed, tightened and then relaxed. Her mouth went from the shape of an “O” to being wide open, as if silently screaming. Her skin glistened with sweat. It was quite possibly the most amazing sight he would ever lay eyes on.

The tremors seemed to be receding, so he slowly withdrew the toy while he reluctantly unlatched his lips from her clit. He laid the toy at the end of the bed and scooted back to lie down next to her. Hermione's eyes were still shut, but she had a bliss-filled smile plastered on her face. He laid a hand on her stomach, which she quickly covered with one of her own. She turned her head to face him and slowly opened her eyes. “Hi,” she quietly greeted.

“Hey,” he replied with a smile. Harry lightly brushed some hair away from her cheek and took a deep breath. “You were so damn beautiful,” he whispered. “You completely let yourself go. It's something you should do more often.”

She couldn't help but giggle. “I should have orgasms in front of people?”

“Gad, no!” he laughed. “I meant you should cut loose and have more fun. Do things that you feel are right, not necessarily the things that should be right.”

She stroked his cheek and leaned in, giving him a sweet, yet passionate, kiss. “What if wanting to be with you is one of the things that I feel is right?”

He continued to gaze at her and began to caress her stomach. “Be with me now or be with me long-term?”

She lightly snorted before her response. “I may have lowered some inhibitions, Harry, but I haven't turned into a complete tart.” She watched as his cheeks turned slightly pink, obviously embarrassed by his unintended innuendo. “I meant for long-term, Harry. When you think about it, the idea makes absolute sense. We have a solid friendship. We are compatible when it comes to mentality. And these recent events make it quite clear that we are compatible sexually.”

“All of those reasons are certainly valid. Who am I to argue with something that is so obvious?”

“Those are my thoughts exactly.” She gave him another kiss, this one lingering more than the previous kisses had. His tongue slid effortlessly into her mouth, languidly battling with hers. She felt her body begin to tingle once more and then noted Harry's obvious arousal pressing against her abdomen. “What do you say to a swim in the pool?”

“That's one thing I've been meaning to ask you. Why on earth did your parents spend the money on having a pool at their beach house?”

“Isn't it obvious? For the privacy,” she answered with a playful gleam dancing in her eyes.

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Even though Harry had seen Hermione in all her glory, he still found her white string bikini a complete turn-on. The white fabric against her slightly tanned body, the water trickling down her exposed skin. Despite the cool water of the pool, his arousal didn't falter.

He thanked Merlin that they had been somewhat intimate. Otherwise, he would be utterly embarrassed by the protruding member that was so anxious to greet Hermione once more.

It's more of a compliment instead of an embarrassment.

Yes, she should definitely feel complimented by my raging hard on.

Bloody hell! That sounds like something Malfoy would say!

“See something you like, Harry”

That devious smirk returned once again. Yes, she had definitely seen his arousal. He thought it best to just roll with the mood that had been set.

But in all actuality, he found it a bit awkward to approach this forward version of Hermione. True, she had always been quite vocal when it came to studies that needed to be done and trouble that should not be gotten into.

Then again, he was a teenage male. He really should just accept the bone that was being thrown his way.

Am I really comparing Hermione to a bone for a dog?

Just shut your inner voice up, Potter.

He simply went with how he felt, following his earlier advice to Hermione. He advanced on her, pulling her body against his. He was about to answer her, but was halted by her lips meeting his in a hard kiss. Her arms wrapped around his neck while his were around her waist, pulling her as close as possible. They broke apart when Harry accidentally tickled her back, causing her to giggle.

“Are you cooled off enough?”

He thrust his hips forward lightly. “Does it feel like I'm cooled off?” He couldn't help the huskiness in his voice, nor could he stop the look of lust that he knew shone in his eyes.

Her fingers had been moving carelessly over his chest, drawing little patterns over the water-covered skin. “Well, it seems that something should definitely be done about that.” They exchanged smiles before she quickly added, “But not here. Let's go to my room.”

With that being said, she smoothly moved out of his embrace and headed towards the ladder. Harry's mind battled with the possibilities of what was about to happen. Was she planning on giving him another blowjob? Was she insinuating that more would happen? She didn't feel obligated to serve him sexually whenever he got a hard on, did she? Because if that was the case, a good portion of their relationship would be spent in bed.

What did I tell you about shutting up your inner voice? She's offering some type of sexual pleasure. You don't analyze, you just accept it!

“Harry, are you coming or do I have to have fun all by myself?”

Harry took no more time in thinking things over. He quickly got out of the pool, giving chase to a teasing Hermione who found it fit to run to her room.

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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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I am sooooo sorry about the contradictions in the first posting of chapter 4. Originally, I had planned on Hermione having sex with Viktor. After several reviewers voiced an opinion about Hermione not losing her virginity to her first experience, I rewrote the section. Unfortunately, I missed the later section of her standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom. It was nearly 2 in the morning when I posted chapter 4. I guess I should have waited until this morning.

Just to clear up confusion, she did NOT lose her virginity to Krum.

I am very particular about my work, so I am more than embarrassed about my faux pas.

*Hangs head in shame*

If anyone would be interested, I will be posting the corrected version on my LiveJournal. Please feel free to visit it at http://wildflower4evr.livejournal.com/. I am always up for new friends, so feel free to add me and read my journal!

UPDATE: I was able to replace the incorrect version with an updated version of chapter four. Happy reading until chapter 5 comes out!

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