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Chapter 4
"Hermione? Hermione, are you alright? May I come in?", Harry's voice called from out in the hall.
Hermione sighed, tucking hair behind her ears. She took in a deep breath and let it out, wiping tears from her eyes and then opened the bedroom door that she had locked behind her about an hour ago.
Harry walked in, closing the door behind him. He could see how blotchy Hermione's face was and that her eyes were red and puffy. He knew at once that she had been crying. Harry stepped forward, opening his arms up to Hermione. Slowly, Hermione walked forward into the arms, letting Harry embrace her.
"It's alright Hermione. I shouldn't have done that. It was foolish of me. I know your not over Ron yet...", Harry whispered quietly, stroking Hermione's hair.
"Don't blame yourself Harry. I'm not completly innocent myself. I led you on. I brought this upon myself.", Hermione replied, pulling back a little to look at Harry's face. She could see that he was half smiling at her and that his eyes were twinkling.
"I know you aren't completly innocent. What about that red black thong and bra I found the other day?", Harry asked slyly, not able to hold back a laugh.
Hermione rolled her eyes, walking over to the wardrobe and took out the bra and thong. She turned back around, holding them out towards Harry. "Oh, are these what you mean?", she asked in a mocking tone.
"Yes Hermione. Those are what I mean. What would such an innocent girl like you have the use for such sexy garments like that?", Harry asked as he raised an eyebrow.
"They were a gift. Ginny gave them to me as a joke. After Ron and I had been together for 2 years. I've never worn them, other to try them on.", Hermione answered Harry, who was looking Hermione up and down.
"Go try them on.", was Harry's simple reply. Hermione looked at him, stunned, but didn't complain. She exited the room, going to the lavatory across the hall.
When Hermione returned, Harry was laying on the bed, in his night clothes. Well, his night clothes consisted of boxers. Harry turned to face Hermione as the door opened. Hermione stood in the doorway, rather awkardly. Her brown hair flowed over her bare shoulders and breasts seemed to heave up and down in the thin, small bra. Harry's jaw dropped. He was unable to speak. Or to move for that matter.
"Well? Do I look THAT bad!?", Hermione questioned as she stepped forward, reaching for the silky black dressing gown on one of the end bed posts.
Harry reached out, lightly touching her hand. "No. Don't.", Harry breathed as he let his hand wrap around the top of hers and move her closer to him and further away from the dressing gown.
Hermione allowed this, sitting down on Harry's lap. She sat sideways, her arms drapped loosely around Harry's neck. She smiled a warm smile at him as she took off his glasses and gently laid them on the bedside table. Harry returned the smile, one of his hands resting on he small of Hermione's back and the other running and up down the inside of her inner thigh.
"I know you still have feelings for Ron. Thats understandable. You dated for three years. Only Merlin knows what you two have done in the summer when I was gone...", Harry laughed as he finished the sentence.
Shakeing her head, Hermione spoke just as quietly as Harry had been. "I do have feelings for Ron. Not the same feelings I have for you though Harry. I think anybody could tell you what we have done over te summers. Nothing. Thats right, nothing. I've never even had a true kiss."
Harry looked stunned but quickly recovered. He knew right then and there that Hermione was using her cleaver thoughts to finally get a proper kiss. Harry leaned forward, softly kissing Hermione. Harry's hand wandered from the small of her back up to the bra clasps, and Harry had to stop himself from unfastening them. His other hand inched further and further up Hermione's thigh. Finally, it came to rest on the very side of the thong. The whole time, Harry deepened the kiss, finally letting his tongue slip into her mouth.
After what seemed forever, they both pulled away from the kiss, struggling for air. Hermione's face was flushed and Harry was smiling from ear to ear. Hermioen moved, so that she off of Harry's lap. She stood, walking to the end of the bed and slipping on the black dressing gown. She walked back to Harry, slipping the silky pieces of fabric into his hands. In a sultry voice she asked for him to tie a bow for her.
Harry hasitly agreed, trying to keep himself from showing to much exiciment. Laughing, Hermione pushed Harry back onto the bed and climbed in next to him. Hermione playfully let her hands run through his hair and down his chest, while Harry's hands wandered up and down her tight body. Finally, Harry let his lips trial down her neck, suck around her collar bone and back up to Hermione's lips. Hermioen kissed back, letting her tongue enter Harry's mouth this time. Hermione and Harry fell asleep that night in each others arm's, Hermione's head rested on Harry's chest and Harry's head resting lightly ontop of Hermione's.
