Hermione Granger was frustrated. She was unbelievably frustrated, in more ways than one. Here she was, sitting, like always, with her very best friends, Harry and Ron, at the giant table conjured in the common room to service the graduation party's activities. Hermione was sitting at the head of the table, nearer the back of the common room and away from the current game of beer pong, Harry at her right hand and Ron on his. She was aware that Harry was chatting to her about something inconsequential and stupid, while Ron looked longingly at the beer pong betting pool being run by Parvati Patil.
"Harry," She said, "I'm sorry I haven't even really been listening to the conversation, what were we talking about again?"
"Er, I'm not sure I was just opening and closing my mouth and moving my tongue," Hermione wasn't sure why this made her almost giggle, "Whatever was spewing forth can't have been very interesting and -" Harry was cut off by a snogging couple, vaguely resembling Ginny and Dean, staggered past them knocking Hermione's drink to the ground. Hermione wondered if everyone was having the same thoughts as the actors in that stupid movie Fred and George had sent from Diagon Alley for the graduates to watch at graduation, American Pie. Shag before you leave school! Hermione, however, was sure that most of the student body had already accomplished that by sixth year. Except or her, of course. And Ron, who only went to snogging with Lavender, and then her, not for lack of trying, though. Harry, well she wasn't sure about Harry.
Maybe it was the butterbeer or maybe it was her overwhelming curiosity, but Hermione asked him, "Harry, have you ever er, shagged anyone before?" Harry visibly choked on his butterbeer.
"No, I mean who in this school could I have possibly shagged?" He said, laughing lightly, still looking shocked. Hermione not-so-subtly nodded toward the slow progress Ginny and Dean were making up the stairs. "Oh! Ginny? Uh, I never, uh, well she tried but I just…It's special you know? And I was…scared. And well…Why do you ask anyway?" He finished rather lamely, repositioning himself in his seat so he could properly talk to her. Hermione noticed, then, that Ron had given in and joined the beer pong tournament.
"Well, that movie, American Pie, from Fred and George. It got me thinking and I realized everyone really is trying to leave their virginities where they leave their school books. I guess I just never recognized it before." Hermione could tell she had her "thoughtful look," as Harry called it, again.
"Hermione," Harry started nervously, "You don't have to, erm, answer if you don't want to, but have you ever, um, you know, shagged anyone?" Hermione burst out laughing. "Wait, what's so funny?" Harry asked, a smile creeping up onto his lips.
"Harry, you're asking me? What bloke in their right mind would want to be with Hermione Granger like that? Once we leave Hogwarts we'll meet so many different people and, I guess it's the same as you, I'm scared." She was still chuckling half-heartedly even if her eyes now looked sad.
"Hermione, you're asking the wrong question. What bloke wouldn't want to be with Hermione Granger like that?" Harry said, softly and with completely sincere eyes. Oh, those eyes, Hermione knew those eyes so well, the ones that tell her what he's feeling, when he's confused, or when he needs someone to pick him up, dust him off, and tell him everything will be alright. Those eyes, wait, there was something different in those eyes now. "Hermione," he started again, "I had an idea, and I'm sorry if it's completely out of line, maybe it's the butterbeer, maybe it's what you said about American Pie, but since you haven't and I, er, haven't, and we're both completely scared of being used, or being hurt, why don't we, uh do it." He looked up from here he was playing with his hands on top the table into Hermione's shocked and immobile face. "Oh bollocks, I was completely out of line, I'm sorry Hermione I just -" Harry was cut off again by Hermiones finger on his lips.
"I think that idea is the best one I've ever heard. Ever." She said, smiling that one Hermione smile that could light up a room. "And, I know the perfect place." She grabbed his hand then so she wouldn't lose him through the mass of partiers/house orgy partakers, but even when they were safely through the portrait hole, he didn't let go of her hand. They had held hands before, on many different occasions, and he had always welcomed her closeness. Harry let Hermione lead him through the halls, and finally through a secret passageway he had found back in third year that led to the Quidditch pitch.
"If you don't like it, I mean, I just thought since we have so many memories here, it was just -" This time it was Hermione being cut off by Harry.
"I think this place is the best one I've ever been in. Ever." He smiled as he said that and Hermione's knees collapsed on her for some strange reason, forcing Harry to catch her. He led her over to the corner of the field, where the walls dividing the field from the crowd were. He sat down, and so did she. "Hermione, I want you to know I trust you, more than anyone else, and I can say we can only do this if you trust me the same." Harry's voice had become somewhat rougher when he reached the "more than anyone" part, and Hermione wondered what it meant.
"Harry, would I be here if I didn't trust you the same way? You're my best friend, and I'm your good friend." Hermione reassured him. Harry then murmured something that sounded like best, and Hermione's thoughts went blank except for his name. He looked up from where he playing with her hands and they locked eye contact. He leaned in, she leaned in, and after what felt like forever, their lips touched, Hermione's small, soft ones on Harry's slightly rough, sweet ones.
Hermione had been snogged before, but never like this. This kiss was sweet, tender, almost…loving? He brought her bottom lip between his and ran his tongue over the top of it. She opened her mouth under his and their tongues tangled and explored. Hermione felt like she couldn't breathe. She pulled back from him, her body becoming so hot she felt like she was on fire. Harry's eyes were still closed, as if he was savoring the memory.
"Where did you learn to kiss like that!" He asked her, incredulous. "It was, wow. Just wow."
"I was going to ask you the same thing." Hermione replied.
"I've never been so…I guess, confident then when I was kissing you, Mione. It was…wow." Harry looked dumbstruck. Hermione gave him a look that told him she meant the same as he did. "Chemistry?" Harry asked. Hermione chuckled and grabbed his face in her hands to bring his down for another kiss. He rolled on top of her, but then rolled to the side. Hermione again got the feeling that her body was on fire. She need more. She took one of his hands, from where it was on her waist, and pulled it up to rest under her breast. They locked eyes, and Hermione knew there was no turning back, because after this, she would die if she had to stop. Harry was just so…hot. She had never thought about her best friend Harry like that before but it was true, he was hot. Who would've known? Harry raised his hand and cupped her breast, squeezing gently. Hermione could hardly hear but knew she had made a cat-like sound, which seemed to confuse him. Harry didn't know if what he was doing was good or bad., so Hermione took that decision out of his hands when she took his other hand from it was on her neck, to her other breast.
"More, Harry, please." She mumbled, panting.
