Harry swallowed nervously, trying to make sense of everything his best friend had just told him. It was crazy, Hermione Granger had officially gone crazy. But, Harry had to admit, she was making sense. And not just because he had been thinking about having sex since the day he had kissed Cho Chang. They were friends helping each other, there was no love involved. And she was right, the war was looming closer, and since he and Ginny were over, Harry didn't really have anyone else. With Hermione there was no pressure, and no need for false bravado...and the fact that they were both completely new at this certainly helped.
Harry looked over at his oldest female friend, who now sat watching the end of the movie. She had let him think it over, her own face tinged with pink at her bold suggestion. But no, he couldn't do this to Ron. If he ever found out Ron would kill them! Or at least kill Harry. But at least he would die knowing what it was like.

"They, er...they don't ever have to know, right?" His voice sounded way too nervous. He had faced Voldemort and death eaters hundreds of times, but this positively frightened him.

Hermione glanced up at him, and smiled cautiously, "No, of course not."

"And," She continued, "It is not like we are together, or with either of them. So it's not cheating. And I'm of age, but since you are only a couple weeks away it can't be construed as rape..."

Harry couldn't help it, he laughed. Hermione blushed, and hit him on the shoulder.

Then taking a deep breath he leaned towards her.

"If this gets awkward at all between us we will stop right?"

She nodded, looking suddenly nervous as Harry leaned closer to her.

"OK, then."

They leaned in at the same time, and pressed their lips together. They were hesitant at first, and Harry just felt awkward. But then Hermione deepened the kiss, and Harry's mind went blank. Maybe this wasn't so weird after all. Harry kept it slow, realizing how much he had missed just snogging. Hermione was a good kisser. They continued kissing, and Hermione crawled closer to him, placing her hands on his arms. He responded by taking her face in his hands. They only parted for a few seconds, both needing air. Harry looked at his friend again, her lips were red and her face was pink, but she smiled back at him. He smiled too, then pulled her face towards him again.

He felt bold, and let his hands drift down to her waist. She shivered, but didn't stop kissing him. Instead she opened her mouth and lightly licked his lips. Harry nearly fell off the couch, but he recovered, pulling her even closer, and he opened his mouth to her tongue. This was hot.

Hermione's hands wrapped around him, and they pressed their bodies together. Her breasts crushed between them, and Harry opened his eyes in shock. Pulling away, he blushed, avoiding Hermione's surprised face. That had been too real. Only for the past hour had he been focusing on her red bra, and now he was actually getting there! Ron's face popped into his head, and he sighed.

"Sorry!" Hermione's voice made him turn towards her again.

Harry shook his head, "No, no, I'm sorry. It's just..."

"Too fast?" Hermione looked guilty, and Harry realized she was enjoying that as much as him. But no, someone here had to keep things somewhat normal. But why did it have to be him?

"Too hot." Harry admitted. Hermione smiled brightly.

"Really?" She practically squealed, "I was nervous, and it's not something you can really prepare for..."

Harry looked away smiling, only Hermione would have tried preparing for this. As if it were an exam.

"So..." Hermione looked embarrassed.

"You want to try again?" Harry tried to hold back the excitement in his voice.

She nodded, and without waiting nearly tackled him. The TV was talking in the background, but Harry soon heard nothing at all. His only focus was the girl snogging him. She crawled towards him, smiling into his lips, as she hesitantly put her arms around him again. Harry didn't wait, but wrapped his own around her back, and pulled her on top of him. She gasped, but went along with it, her tongue finding its way into his mouth. Harry groaned, feeling the affect it was having on the rest of his body. He had not felt like this in a very long time.

Feeling much braver, he let his hands drift down her back, and slowly slid them down her pants, his fingers just reaching her cotton underwear. Now it was Hermione's turn to gasp and pull away. She laughed nervously as he took his hands away. She was bright pink now, and it was adorable and sexy.

"Sorry," she whispered nervously, but not moving off of his lap, "That just surprised me."

"Want me to stop?"

Hermione turned even pinker. Then, instead of answering she leaned into him. Her chest pressed against him, and Harry quickly found her lips again. Slowly he put his hands back on her back, and this time let one hand slip up her shirt. She shivered, but responded by letting her own hands drift down his chest and creep up under his shirt. Her hands were cold against his bare skin. He moaned into her mouth, and she bit his lip teasingly. Harry nearly melted into the couch, who was this girl?

Slowly he pulled his lips away and bent towards her throat. He felt her stiffen at this new contact, but then she bent her neck towards him. Harry licked her throat, then let his teeth graze her skin. She let out a shaky breath, but then her hands tugged at his shirt. He let his hands off of her, and helped Hermione take his shirt off. As they pulled it over his head, their eyes met, and she smiled at him, with a spark in her eye. Then Hermione leaned down and kissed his neck, her hands brushing over his torso. This was really starting to affect him.

Suddenly they both jumped apart, looking around wildly. Then they spotted what had interupted them, tapping loudly at the window was an owl. Hermione got up slowly, picked her wand up from the floor where it had dropped, and waved it at the window. Automatically the window slid open and the owl flew in, a letter in its beak. The owl wasn't Hedwig, however, it was Pig. Hermione bent down and took the letter, and Pig flew back out into the night sky. With a wave of her wand she closed and locked the window, but her eyes were on Harry. He had sat back down on the couch, head in his hands. Hermione stood still, the unopened letter in her hands.

"Who is it from?" Harry asked quietly.

"The Order..."

"Well, open it."

Hermione stared at him, and then slowly sat down, careful not to touch him, then with a ripping sound she tore the letter open. She made no sound, and Harry was glad she hadn't read it out loud. He didn't want to know what her orders were - he could already guess. Don't let Harry out of your sight. Don't let Harry leave the house. Don't let Harry hear any news about the Order. Keep Harry safe. Keep harry protected. Keep Harry locked up.

"Let me guess, it says to not let me do anything without your permission."

Hermione didn't answer. Harry took that as a yes. He clenched his fists together, angrily.

"So, what was this?" Harry asked suddenly, his voice sharp.

Hermione only looked at him surprised.

"You snogging me. You wanting to sleep with me. Was that what the Order told you to do? Distract me by any means necessary?" He spat out the words, not daring to look at her. Harry could care less that he was being unfair.

Hermione threw the letter on the table, and stood before him, "How dare you say that! You know that's not true!"

Harry glared at her, but she glared back. Finally he caved, looking away. He wasn't mad at her, he was just ruining the amazing moment they had just shared. Nonetheless, Harry sat there fuming. Hermione glared at him again, trying not to cry. She had trusted him! She understood completely that he was frustrated over the Order, but that was no reason to take it on her!

Leaving the letter on the coffee table Hermione turned and ran out of the room. He heard her go up the stairs, but Harry couldn't move. He was furious at everyone, but mainly himself. And he had just blown his first chance at having sex. With a groan he pulled his shirt back on, and grabbing the TV remote, turned that damn thing off. He looked at the doorway heading towards the stairs. Dare he go up there? he knew for a fact that Hermione had a very short temper, and now that she could use magic outside of school meant things could get ugly for him. But if anything, he had to at least apologize. She was his best friend after all.

Taking a deep breath, he licked his lips remembering the taste of her skin. Then walking to the doorway he shut off the lights and headed up the stairs.