Hermione Granger had a lot of first in her life. The first book she read, her first broken bone, her first day of Muggle school, her first day of Hogwarts, the first rule she broke, the first insult she had encountered, the first spell she had cast, and all the other firsts that come with life. Looking back, however, she noticed that the majority of the firsts in her life that happened when she reached Hogwarts contained one person. A raven-haired, emerald eyed, slightly awkward boy. Her best friend. Harry Potter.
Harry was her first friend. Her first true friend. He was Hermione's first hug, other than family. Harry was the first boy he kissed, albeit on the cheek. Her first flight partner. The first person she broke the rules for. The first person she had cast a spell on. The first boy she had cried in front of. The first person she had risked her life for a thousand times without thought. Therefore, it only seemed natural that he would be her first first. Yes, that first.
It was in the tent, of all places. Ron had left a couple of months before and Hermione had finally stopped crying long enough to realize that she was completely and thoroughly pissed at Ronald Weasley. They had both sworn to Harry that they would stay with him. Hermione was worried about what they would do next, but Ronald… Ron was more concerned with how it affected him. Yes, she loved Ronald. Truly, she did. However, after he left Harry, left her, it was all too easy to imagine him leaving once again. She remained steadfast by Harry's side.
It was shortly after Christmas when Hermione found Harry in one of the smaller bedrooms, elbows on his knees, head in his hands, and shoulders shaking. She whispered his name and he had started, looking at her while wiping his eyes with the sleeves of his jumper. She walked over to the cot he was occupying and sat next to him, tucking her legs under her and pulling Harry to her. He was rigid in her embrace. As she whispered words of comfort, she felt him relax in her arms. She ran her fingers through his hair and rubbed his back, trying to offer him any sort of comfort she could. When he reclined back onto the cot, he had pulled her with him. She rested her head on his chest and could feel Harry lower his face to her hair and inhale deeply. They remained like that for an immeasurable amount of time. Hermione felt Harry's breathing slow. She looked up, expecting to see him sleeping, and was surprised when her eyes met his green orbs. She furrowed her brow and opened her mouth to say his name, but was met with the soft pressure of his lips against hers. Too surprised to do anything but lie there, she pulled back slightly and looked at him, her brown eyes wide. He whispered her name.
This time, when he leaned in and brushed his lips against hers, she didn't pull back. This time, she pushed forward.