First Kiss:
Hermione
By: Catty Engles
It was 3 AM and Harry couldn't sleep. His four poster bed felt like a prison, suffocating him. He groaned at the memory of the homework he had skived off on: one foot on Gorgon Greenpods for Professor Sprout, a model of the human hand for Professor Trelawney, and two feet for Professor Snape on the uses and abuses of the Elixir of Enlightenment.
Harry sat up in bed, bare chested. The nights were too hot for a shirt. His hair was in helpless disarray. He groped for his glasses on his bedside table. Jamming them onto his face, Harry heaved himself out of bed and down the stairs to the Gryffindor common room.
Harry had grabbed his knackered back pack and was about to settle in for a sleepless night working on homework in his favorite armchair by the fire when he realized it was already occupied. Hermione's face, lit by the dying embers of the common room's grate, was tilted upward so that her bushy locks fell on her shoulders and some over her eyes.
Hermione was never one to pull a full-nighter, being duty bound during the day. She cracked down on Ron and Harry to have the same commitment as her, but they would rather play exploding snap or wizard's chess, much more productive and useful pursuits than homework.
Harry glanced awkwardly around the room before brushing away the stray tresses. Hermione shifted in her sleep but didn't wake. Harry, still feeling extremely awkward, never been half naked in front of Hermione, even if she was asleep, lowered himself into a chair nearby. He resisted the urge to run back up to his dormitory and hide from the female.
He propped open his Herbology book on his knee and was trying to focus his sleep-deprived mind on the fruiting body of a common Greenpod. Harry's glasses slipped down his nose as his mind wandered. He found himself re-reading the same line over and over again. Finally giving up, he slammed his book shut resolutely, instantly regretting it.
Harry glanced over at Hermione. She didn't stir.
He was now more tired and decided to try another go at sleep when he noticed something resting on Hermione's lap. Her Potions homework was half finished. She must have fallen asleep while doing it. Harry knew his friend's attitude toward homework. So, out of pity, he nudged her shoulder, intending on warning her that it was due tomorrow.
Hermione's head slumped forward and she woke with a start. Wild-eyed she focused on Harry. "Hey Hermione, you better finish your homework." He gestured to the parchment resting on her lap. He glanced down at it more carefully. Something was scribbled in a corner. Hermione followed his eyes and quickly tried to cover it with her hands, still half asleep.
"I love Harry Potter"
With little hearts dancing around it in a girlish, fashion. Harry's face went bright red. He found that he was kneeling in front of Hermione, his hand still on her shoulder, and his chest very, very bare. "Harry, I-" She spluttered, lost for words.
Harry's lips had been glued shut. He didn't know what to say, how to react. Hermione?
Hermione had found herself in the same predicament as Harry as they both fumbled for words. "I- I- I..." Hermione's face was turning a shade to rival Harry's. He wasn't supposed to find out like this. Hermione's eyes lingered on Harry's before descending to his Quidditch-chiseled chest. His Quidditch-chiseled- uncovered-chest. Hermione wet her lips. What to say? For once, Hermione's fertile mind was not pouring out answers faster than she could rattle them off. It had jammed and at the most inopportune time. At the peak of desperation Hermione's face seemed to rush very fast into Harry's vision. It took Harry a moment to realize what was happening.
Hermione Granger was kissing him. His lips slowly became unglued as the realization of her warm mouth pressed against his sank in. She tilted her head into his to deepen the kiss. Harry's eyes were still wide open, but Hermione's were squeezed shut in determination that he had seen only on very hard tests. Slowly, he began to return her kiss. It wasn't awkward and it felt... nice.
His lips took on the shape of hers and he sucked in a quick breath. It almost felt too nice. Hermione was of the same mind as she awkwardly slipped out of the chair to kneel in front of Harry. Both on their knees Hermione and Harry shared their first kiss in front of the common room's grate.
Harry wasn't so embarrassed about his bare chest anymore.
Hermione
By: Catty Engles
It was 3 AM and Harry couldn't sleep. His four poster bed felt like a prison, suffocating him. He groaned at the memory of the homework he had skived off on: one foot on Gorgon Greenpods for Professor Sprout, a model of the human hand for Professor Trelawney, and two feet for Professor Snape on the uses and abuses of the Elixir of Enlightenment.
Harry sat up in bed, bare chested. The nights were too hot for a shirt. His hair was in helpless disarray. He groped for his glasses on his bedside table. Jamming them onto his face, Harry heaved himself out of bed and down the stairs to the Gryffindor common room.
Harry had grabbed his knackered back pack and was about to settle in for a sleepless night working on homework in his favorite armchair by the fire when he realized it was already occupied. Hermione's face, lit by the dying embers of the common room's grate, was tilted upward so that her bushy locks fell on her shoulders and some over her eyes.
Hermione was never one to pull a full-nighter, being duty bound during the day. She cracked down on Ron and Harry to have the same commitment as her, but they would rather play exploding snap or wizard's chess, much more productive and useful pursuits than homework.
Harry glanced awkwardly around the room before brushing away the stray tresses. Hermione shifted in her sleep but didn't wake. Harry, still feeling extremely awkward, never been half naked in front of Hermione, even if she was asleep, lowered himself into a chair nearby. He resisted the urge to run back up to his dormitory and hide from the female.
He propped open his Herbology book on his knee and was trying to focus his sleep-deprived mind on the fruiting body of a common Greenpod. Harry's glasses slipped down his nose as his mind wandered. He found himself re-reading the same line over and over again. Finally giving up, he slammed his book shut resolutely, instantly regretting it.
Harry glanced over at Hermione. She didn't stir.
He was now more tired and decided to try another go at sleep when he noticed something resting on Hermione's lap. Her Potions homework was half finished. She must have fallen asleep while doing it. Harry knew his friend's attitude toward homework. So, out of pity, he nudged her shoulder, intending on warning her that it was due tomorrow.
Hermione's head slumped forward and she woke with a start. Wild-eyed she focused on Harry. "Hey Hermione, you better finish your homework." He gestured to the parchment resting on her lap. He glanced down at it more carefully. Something was scribbled in a corner. Hermione followed his eyes and quickly tried to cover it with her hands, still half asleep.
"I love Harry Potter"
With little hearts dancing around it in a girlish, fashion. Harry's face went bright red. He found that he was kneeling in front of Hermione, his hand still on her shoulder, and his chest very, very bare. "Harry, I-" She spluttered, lost for words.
Harry's lips had been glued shut. He didn't know what to say, how to react. Hermione?
Hermione had found herself in the same predicament as Harry as they both fumbled for words. "I- I- I..." Hermione's face was turning a shade to rival Harry's. He wasn't supposed to find out like this. Hermione's eyes lingered on Harry's before descending to his Quidditch-chiseled chest. His Quidditch-chiseled- uncovered-chest. Hermione wet her lips. What to say? For once, Hermione's fertile mind was not pouring out answers faster than she could rattle them off. It had jammed and at the most inopportune time. At the peak of desperation Hermione's face seemed to rush very fast into Harry's vision. It took Harry a moment to realize what was happening.
Hermione Granger was kissing him. His lips slowly became unglued as the realization of her warm mouth pressed against his sank in. She tilted her head into his to deepen the kiss. Harry's eyes were still wide open, but Hermione's were squeezed shut in determination that he had seen only on very hard tests. Slowly, he began to return her kiss. It wasn't awkward and it felt... nice.
His lips took on the shape of hers and he sucked in a quick breath. It almost felt too nice. Hermione was of the same mind as she awkwardly slipped out of the chair to kneel in front of Harry. Both on their knees Hermione and Harry shared their first kiss in front of the common room's grate.
Harry wasn't so embarrassed about his bare chest anymore.