'It has been six months since we started dating and I have been waiting for this!' She thought as her boyfriend slowly carressed her breasts, kneading her nipple between thumb and forefinger.
She rubbed her flat hand down Harry's back and brought them back up, entwining her fingers in his hair.
Harry looked at Hermione passionately. He had never ever felt this way about someone else. He loved her scent, and her cute little smile, her waist and everything else about here. When he had finally bucked up the courage to ask her out six months ago he knew he'd be happier then he'd ever been.
School had finally started this year, and they had decided to go back. The trio all wanted to be Aurors now, and they needed to graduate to achieve that status. Now, almost half way through the school year Harry found that relieving stress was best done in the way it was being done now.
Harry turned his attention quickly back to Hermione and kissed her passionately. His hand was traveling down and when it finally reached it's destination Hermione gasped into the kiss and then started to kiss him more passionately. Harry massaged her till he felt like she was ready to burst, he knew that he was more then ready.
Harry looked at Hermione, making sure this was okay, she smiled and nodded. He slowly slipped his finger out of her, reluctantly, and pulled her panties all the way off of her. He layed her down gently and entered her as gently as possible. That wasn't easy, and Hermione didn't seem to be in any pain. She moaned loudly.
As soon as Harry entered her, Hermione knew she was complete, she realized that this is what she had lived her whole life for. She started to grind her hips to his rythm, helping him pull in and out. As he did this she carressed his chest.
When it was over Harry lay next to her, holding her tightly.
"Oh Mione, you are amazing. I love you so much." Harry said.
Hermione smiled and gazed into his eyes.
"Harry, I think you are the only boy I have even loved." She smiled and nestled into his arms, a new person. She felt complete.
ONE MONTH AND TWO WEEKS LATER
Hermione felt sick. Her stomach hurt and she was feeling incredibly nauseaus. It was the third time this week that she had felt horrible. Hermione was even having trouble holding food down. She thought it might just be the flu though, as she felt extremely warm.
"Professor, can I use the bathroom?" Hermione asked, raising her hand.
"Alright, but her back, I don't want you to miss this part of the lesson." McGonagall said, smiling at Hermione.
She looked at Harry giving him a 'I really feel bad' look and walked out of the class. Harry watched her go with longing. It had been a long time since they had been able to spend even five minutes alone together. Everyone was busy studying for NEWTS, even though they still had a few months.
Hermione broke into a ran after she left the classroom, she was going to throw up, and soon. She made it to the bathroom, but barely. She threw up, all of her breakfast was now gone.
'Dangit, I'm going to lose weight soon, and this is not the way I wanted to.' She thought.
Slowly she got up from the floor and made her way up to the hospital wing.
'I'm sure McGonagall will understand.' She thought as she made her way up to see Madam Pomfrey.
"Madam Pomfrey, I don't feel well, and I just threw up." Hermione said entering the hospital wing.
"Okay, lie down and I will get you something." Madam Pomfrey said.
Hermione layed down and started to get comfortable.
"Madam Pomfrey, it's the third time this week that I have thrown up, and it's getting worse." Hermione said, feeling the need to tell someone about her concern.
"Okay dear, we'll run a few tests, necessary of course, silly really, but there are mandantory tests that I must run for this kind of thing. I'm sure that you'll find it's simply the flu or something." Madam Pomfrey said, taking vials out of her store cabinet.
Hermione smiled and rolled over, she felt slightly uneasy, but mostly tired. She fell asleep smiling.