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Chapter – 2
Hermione sighed as she combed her hair. When she said she had a good kissing experience than Harry, she wasn't lying at all. Viktor was a great kisser and Hermione had only covered till tongue but not farther. Heck, he had just kissed her twice and she always chickened out when he touched her inappropriately (she was just fifteen!). So she decided to do some intense research for herself and Harry of course.
He doesn't have to know about this.
The first lesson would be easy as she knows what to teach. Harry told her that Ron will be gone for the Extra Quidditch practice he had with Ginny.
She picked up her bag and walked out of the dorm, she checked her watch. Only one hour till the curfew. She walked to the Room, nodding once in approval at the calm and comfortable interior, similar to Gryffindor Common Room with a comfy sofa and a nice fireplace.
She sat in ease, picking out her Transfiguration book and did some quick revision. There was a knock after ten minutes.
"Come in." Hermione called, reading intently.
"Hey." Harry said and sat down besides her keeping the Marauder Map and the Invisibility Cloak on the coffee table.
"Just in case." Harry explained at Hermione's questioning look. She nodded.
"Alright." She kept her book aside and turned to Harry.
"Let's start. Do you know the basics, like how do we start kissing?" Hermione asked.
"I think… I know…" Harry trailed off unsurely. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Okay let's start with that. One girl wouldn't really expect you to just steal a kiss out of nowhere. There is a mood, a setting for that. For example, staring, you should understand what a girl wants when she stares at you, or her eyes flick towards your lips, like this." Hermione said as she looked intently at Harry, her eyes occasionally flicking towards his lips, making Harry's stomach flip-flop. She blushed a little and tucked a curl behind her ear.
"And… and when she blushes, it's a good sign." Hermione cleared her throat and stated.
"Surely when you kissed Cho, you felt the urge, the atmosphere was different right? Like tense?" Hermione asked and Harry looked thoughtful and nodded, getting it.
"That's it. Now continuing with the subtle signs the girls throw, like licking or biting their lips intentionally or non-intentionally, leaning towards a bit. Some girls are bold enough to initiate the kiss. But here we are taking the case when male takes the lead, okay?" Hermione explained. Harry nodded again, wondering that Hermione was a really good teacher.
"Now let's set the mood. Low whispers and intent gazing, look of longing usually does the trick. So I will start, okay?" Hermione said, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.
She looked intently at Harry, her insides melting when she gazed at the beautiful emerald orbs gazing on her own, unblinking. Then suddenly, he cracked a laugh.
"What?!" Hermione said in annoyance.
"It's… it's like we are having a staring contest. Sorry." Harry held up his hands in surrender at the icy glare Hermione gave him.
"You want to do this or not?" Hermione asked angrily. Harry sighed and ran his hands through his hair.
"Sorry. Let's start again." Harry said in a placating tone. Hermione huffed and decided to give Harry a more aggressive approach in revenge.
She leaned down near Harry gazing intently in his eyes, inwardly rejoicing at the blush and a wide eyed look on Harry's face. She twirled a curl around her finger, licking her lips slowly when she stared at Harry's soft plump lips.
"Harry…" Hermione whispered while closing towards his face, closer, closer….
Harry closed his eyes in anticipation, waiting anxiously for the lips to descend on his, but it never came. He cracked his eyes and saw Hermione gazing at him amusedly, leaning back.
"This was the aggressive female type. Do you get it?" Hermione asked. Harry nodded a little dazed.
"Now a shy type." Hermione took a deep breath preparing herself and turned, shifting her body towards the fireplace. Harry frowned in confusion.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked.
"It's a shy type Harry. A shy girl won't be brave enough to snog you and would be dependent on your actions. So here comes your role okay? See and learn my actions and act accordingly." Hermione said sternly. Harry nodded slowly.
Hermione stared at the fireplace and flicked her eyes towards Harry, who was also staring at the fireplace. She touched Harry's hand, who gave a little start. Hermione smiled tentatively at Harry, while squeezing his hands and scooting a bit closer. Harry didn't know what drove him to, but he scooted closer in return and smiled back. Hermione blushed, leaning against his chest. Harry smiled at her; this was just acting right...? But it feels so good and comfortable…
Hermione tucked a curl behind her ear, while trying to steal a glance at Harry's lips, biting her lip in anticipation. Harry was staring at Hermione, observing her every little action and he felt something start probing inside him, like it was indicating something and his instincts took better of him. Hermione's blushed deepened as she stared at Harry's lips again and looked back at his intent gaze, giving a small gasp. Both of them were unable to look away.
Harry leaned down slowly, letting Hermione know his intentions, so that he could stop. He couldn't help but feel happy and excited when Hermione leaned in, their lips getting closer and closer.
Harry's lips felt something which wasn't her lips.
"Harry!" Hermione waved off, her look crossed between amusement and disgust as she rubbed her cheek, wiping off the wetness.
"Um…Sorry." Harry said, slightly desperate. So he was a bad kisser after all.
"No, it's… its okay, Harry. What do you remember when you kissed Cho?" Hermione asked abruptly. Harry frowned, he didn't like it when Hermione steered the topic to Cho, where he was desperate enough to fix the kiss with Hermione by another kiss – on the lips.
"Well… She leaned and I started talking about Nargles in mistletoe as Luna explained – don't look at me like that, I didn't know. So, she asked me what are Nargles and I said, No idea, she was leaning and after that… her lips on me." Harry answered, his confidence stooping lower and lower. Heck, what if he couldn't learn to kiss at all? Hermione wouldn't want to kiss him and teach him properly, giving up and saying it's hopeless. Ginny would run away to Dean! She will tell him what an amateur I am at kissing and everyone will make fun of him in the dorm. Maybe Snape would get another opportunity for tormenting him and Rita Skeeter will use another stupid article-
"Harry… don't you remember how she initiated, at all?" Hermione asked slowly. Harry shook his head. He was too nervous that time to recall it clearly.
"Well, I was staring as her lips were on mine-" Harry started but Hermione cut him off suddenly.
"Okay, I got it. First and foremost rule, close your eyes when leaning for a kiss Harry. No staring, it's creepy. Imagine you would be staring at each other when you were kissing." Hermione said and Harry had an image of Ginny and him kissing while staring at each other. He shuddered violently.
"Got what I mean?" Hermione asked with a smirk. Harry nodded.
"But how would I will be able to see then? Your lips, I mean?" Harry asked. This kissing stuff is really rocket science, Harry decided.
"That I will cover later. Let me tell you rule number two. You don't have to go straight for her lips. Noses collide alright? You have to tilt your head, when the girl is tilting her head to her right; you tilt your head to right, when the girl tilt her head to left you tilt your head to left. You can do either ways you are comfortable with; the girl will follow your lead then. But when she tilts her head, you tilt accordingly, okay?" Hermione taught. Harry nodded. Close eyes, tilt head. Got it.
He didn't tilt his head and just dived when she tilted her head, hence he couldn't find her lips. Now he remembered, she closed her eyes and he was staring at her stupidly, rather creepily.
"Now as for your finding lips issue-" Hermione moved and took Harry's chin between her index finger and thumb.
"You just have to concentrate on the area above your fingers, alright. Another way-" Hermione let go of his chin and took Harry's warm hands and placed it on the either side of her cheek. She positioned them so that they could cup her cheeks.
"Now you can concentrate on the area below your thumbs, okay?" Hermione explained.
"Okay." Harry agreed.
"Come on, kiss me." Hermione said, Harry started to say something but Hermione cut him off.
"I have enough staring… I have my limits, seriously." Hermione told him as she turned pink. Harry smirked.
Harry leaned down and he took hold of her chin, gazing in Hermione's eyes and leaned down. He tilted his head to the right and Hermione followed. He dipped his head and closed his eyes.
Their lips finally met.
He pulled back, looking at Hermione anxiously, who still had her eyes closed and her eyebrows furrowed as she opened her eyes.
"Um… Harry… was that a kiss?" Hermione asked seriously. To her incredulity, Harry nodded seriously.
"Oh… I… see. It was very… sweet." Hermione struggled and Harry's face fell.
"I knew it, I can't do it." Harry mumbled. Hermione smiled at him.
"No, Harry what you did was a basic peck on lips okay? It was totally alright in that sense. But what I- the girl anticipates is a kiss okay? Not a mere touch of lips." At Harry's confused gaze, Hermione decided to give him a practical.
"Follow my movement." Hermione murmured as she leaned down for a kiss. She pressed her lips, applying light pressure. She opened her lips a little and the pressure deepened. Moving her lips on his, she relished on the softness of them. She puckered a little, massaging his bottom lips with her lips. At Harry's unresponsiveness, she applied more pressure. Harry's lips parted. She broke the kiss and leaned down again, her hands going for his hair. Harry reluctantly moved against her lips, following her movements. Hermione gave a sound of approval as she fisted her hands in his messy hair, pleasantly surprised by their softness.
He moaned on her lips, instinctively deepening the pressure, parting his lips more. His hands went to her waist and held her close to his body. It felt wonderful, amazing, marvelous, incredible… just everything.
He took her bottom lip, sucking on it and pulled her closer, his body flush against him. He felt the urging need to feel her body; he gave a sound at the back of his throat in satisfaction when he felt her womanly curves rubbing against his chest. Gaining more confidence when he heard her moaning, he pressed his lips harder. Harry felt like he wanted more, his brain wanted him to delve deeper and taste her thoroughly. She tasted like strawberries and cream.
Countless ideas run through his mind, he either wanted to lay Hermione down and continue kissing her, or pull her on him and lie down. He wanted to open her mouth and kiss her deeply. He was slightly frustrated by the distance, so he wanted them to be as close as possible. Maybe his lap would work…
Harry was broken out of his musings when Hermione broke the kiss, breathing heavily while staring in his eyes. He wanted to whine, he was just getting started! His eyes flickered on her swollen, now ruby lips.
"Oh… good Harry. That was good. Ahem, impressive." Hermione said as she avoided his eyes, her breathing becoming normal. Harry was still staring at her lips, he wasn't done. Why did she break off so early?
Hermione was nervous and berated herself for sounding so stupid. Oh Merlin, she has no words to express… it was such a wonderful feeling. His lips were delicious; they tasted faintly of treacle tart. Hermione was pleased to prove her conscience wrong. She stated in their fifth year that Harry would have kissed good enough and just some little instructions and he really did a good snog! While she was losing hope a little at Harry's little experience, but he got it pretty good. But the most bugging thought in her mind was the awesome kiss they shared…
"It's good, you didn't have problem with breathing, and I would have whacked you if you had asked me that question…" Hermione chuckled nervously as she stared at the fireplace. She bit her lip thoughtfully. Harry's gaze automatically flicked down to her lips. Merlin, stop her please, I won't be able to restrain myself, Harry thought desperately.
She cleared her throat again and looked at her watch.
"It's ten minutes to curfew. Let's go?" Hermione asked as she got up and grabbed her bag.
"When is the next class?" Harry blurted out. Hermione was tempted to say that he was a very good kisser and he didn't need training anymore, but that won't be the truth. She didn't cover French kissing, making out or even dating!
Why did she agree to this in first place? Harry was right.
But she didn't imagine that kissing him would be so… overwhelming. It was so different than Krum, it was so… more.
"… Hermione?" Harry said slowly as she was lost in her thoughts.
"Again, it depends on Ron. You will inform me and we will see accordingly." Hermione declared. Harry nodded slowly. She needed to get out of here and right now. Her emotions were on high now and she desperately wanted to scream out or jump somewhere. There was this wriggling and light feeling in her chest as her emotions messed with her mind. She wanted to touch his hair again- oh you aren't going there Hermione.
"Okay. Let's go!" Hermione squeaked and winced which Harry didn't notice. He got up and stuffed his cloak and map in the bag and both of them walked out of the room.
It was like walking on the eggshells. Anyone made even a slightest movement, like rubbing their nose and scratching their ear, tucking a curl or running a hand through the hair, the other person would jump in surprise. Then they would look at each other and give a forced smile.
All in all it was awkward.
It wasn't walking on eggshells; it was like walking on the molten lava.
Okay that might be a hyperbole.
But for Hermione, it was excruciating while her emotions were bursting like the firecrackers Fred and George used on the OWLS exam. Hell, it was worse than that!
They entered the Common Room, relieved to find Ron nowhere in the sight. Harry walked to the Boy's dorm and from his peripheral vision he saw Hermione sitting on the couch.
"Aren't you going to the dorm? It's late." Harry asked, all intentions of fleeing on the spot evaporating from his mind as a new thought emerge:
They could snog here contentedly, not many people were here. Maybe when people will start to leave and they will get to action…
"Um… I don't feel sleepy… I will read for a bit." Hermione said, without turning her back, flapping her hands a little on her face. Merlin, is it just me, or it's hot?
"Okay. G'Night Hermione." Harry said reluctantly. He wanted to see her face, but she was on the other side, in front of the fireplace. She picked out her Transfiguration book from her bag.
"Yeah, good night Harry." Hermione mumbled distractedly, flipping through the pages.
Hermione scanned the pages without reading them, trying to catch the fluttering of her heart or this jumpy and rather giddy feeling in her chest. So she decided to something would the normal Hermione would shriek in utmost horror.
She decided to execute her feelings. She needed to take it out of her system. She maybe prim and proper outside, but she was just a teenager for Morgana's sake. She couldn't help it, it was a very good kiss, and it made her toes curl and her heart leap, like in those romance novels.
She was beyond caring about Ron, first dealing with her unbearable emotions, then she will think abut everything else.
Hermione looked around; there were only handful of people left. It was definitely not safe here. She stuffed her book her bag and walked to the Girl's dorm.
She placed her bag beside her bed and took her favorite PJs out of her trunk, which were a purple tank top and cute checked shorts. She never wore these in Hogwarts, but they were extremely comfortable and thus decided to wear them. She undid her robes and tie, placing them on the basket were elves would take them for cleaning (she frowned, not liking it one bit, but there were no washing machines here.)
She walked to the washroom and closed the door. She dressed in her PJs and brushed her teeth. Undoing the lock, so as to not put other girls to waiting in emergency, she walked to the toilet cubicle and locked it. She did a silencing spell and did what she wanted to do.
She let her emotions out.
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