When Harry awoke the next morning, he did not go into Hermione's room. Instead, he locked his door and started rummaging through his school trunk. He pulled out several things, and put those same things back in. He was thinking hard about last night, and if someone wanted to know what he'd been doing he could say he's been sorting his school things.

Two hours had passed since Harry had awaken, and he couldn't help but think of Hermione getting dressed. And how her wonderful brown eyes seemed to be the perfect contrast to his bright green eyes. And now her bushy brown hair was so perfect compared to his dark messy hair. And how her knowledge and his bravery balanced everything out just right. Suddenly, there was a knock.

"Harry, please open the door." said Hermione.

Harry didn't know what to say. He got up and sat down on his bed. He knew Hermione would just unlock it herself.

"Alohomora." said Hermione.

The door unlocked and Hermione came in. She sat next to Harry and tried to put an arm on him, but Harry slid off the bed. Hermione slid off as well and sat next to him.

"What's wrong, Harry?" said Hermione.

"Nothing. I'm fine." said Harry.

"Harry. I've known you for five years. I can tell when something is bothering you. Now, what is it?" said Hermione.

"Nothing, Hermione. Go bother Ron, you enjoy his company better anyways." said Harry, anger rising in him.

Hermione looked puzzled at first, then she opened her mouth, and then realization dawned on her.

"Harry, were you outside last night?" said Hermione.

"And if I was?" asked Harry.

"Well, whatever you saw, well I have an explanation and I hope you forgive me." said Hermione.

"Let's hear it." said Harry impatiently.

"Well, I asked Ron if he could be friends with you again. And he said he'd known he'd been stupid and that he would on one condition. That one condition was that I had to kiss him. I told him if that's the only way then meet me outside at night. So we did, and then when he started to squeeze me, I couldn't take it. He was awful. And then he kept trying to kiss me. I finally slapped him across the face. I think there's a slight bruise, I can prove it to you." said Hermione in her cute voice.

"Hermione, that checks out with everything I heard. And well, I didn't see you slap him, but I expect he does have a bruise." said Harry.

"So, do you forgive me? I should have never agreed to go through with it!" said Hermione, who now had tears on her face.

"It's fine. You didn't enjoy it, did you? Otherwise you wouldn't have slapped him across the face. And, I can't really stay angry at you." said Harry.

Harry leaned closer to her and kissed her. She was kissing back. And it was one of those kisses that could have last forever. However, they never did. And this one did not brake the tradition. For they were called for lunch.

Harry was in high spirits the rest of the day, and he went to bed thinking of nothing but Hermione. Hermione's bushy brown hair. Hermione's wonderful brown eyes. Hermione's amazingly soft lips. Hermione's soft skin. Hermione's cute smile. And just Hermione. So, maybe he was imagining it when he woke up late at night and thought he saw someone in his room.

"Who's there?" said Harry, who thought he had seen Hermione.

There was no reply, instead he heard footsteps growing louder, and suddenly someone was on top of him, pushing their lips onto his. He obliged the person, when he recognized the lips as Hermione's, and kissed back. Hermione broke the kiss and Harry could see her, or her outline, taking off her shirt. She fell on top of Harry, who grabbed one of the breasts and started sucking the nipple. Her breasts were just like he remembered them. Soft, round, and delicious.

She removed his own shirt while he was sucking her breast, and suddenly Harry knew what was coming. She slid down to his waist and removed his pants, followed by his underwear. She grabbed his dick, which was only five inches right now, and started massaging it. It quickly grew to around seven inches. Hermione had said the biggest it got was ten, and Harry didn't want to disappoint her. He tried to think of sexual thoughts.

Hermione put the dick in her mouth and started licking it. It grew to about eight inches. She started moving her mouth up and down along the side of his cock and she also would lick the shaft like crazy when her mouth was at the top. It was nine inches now. Hermione removed his dick from her mouth and spat on the top. She sucked all of her spit up and then kissed Harry. She transferred her saliva to Harry's mouth. Harry swallowed and realized his dick was now ten inches.

He removed Hermione's pants and was amused at how she had no panties on. He remembered at how she also had no bra. Harry figured that meant she was eager for what was coming.

"Virginicus." whispered Harry.

Harry inserted his dick into her pink, wet pussy. He sat up and flipped their positions. Harry was on top now. He started with low gentle thrusts, which Hermione seemed not to like, for she was thrusting her hips faster then he was thrusting his. Harry obliged her and picked up the pace. He could have cum right now, but he wished to last longer. He kept thrusting for several minutes, before Hermione finally spoke.

"Fuck, Harrry! I'm cumming!"

Harry felt her warm liquids spread down his veiny cock. He was about to cum. He looked down at Hermione. She lay there, using her wonderful brown eyes to stare into his bright green eyes, with her hair across her breasts, and biting her bottom lip. Harry came.

Hermione moaned uncontrollably loudly and removed his dick from her pussy. She got under the covers and beckoned Harry to join her. He didn't give it a second thought and, with very great speed, got into his bed next to Hermione. Neither of them bothered to get dressed, and instead slept together naked, Hermione using Harry's shoulder as a pillow.

When morning came, they got dressed and marched down to have breakfast. They agreed to have a talk with Ron afterwards, and, after breakfast, marched into his room without knocking.

"Hermione, I'm sorry! I don't-oh. I didn't see you, Harry." said Ron.

"I told Harry about everything, Ron. He knows." said Hermione, who was gripping Harry's arm tightly.

"I don't know what got into me! God, I'm such an idiot! I don't know why I keep losing my temper about you two. I'm never doing it again!" spat Ron.

"I forgive you." said Harry and Hermione together.

Harry had desperately wanted Ron to be his friend again, so he didn't think twice about it and was glad he could talk to Ron again. And the best part was that Ron didn't pretend it never happened, on the contrary, he kept apologizing and saying he understood how much he of an ass he was.

"I was just such an ass! Are you sure it's alright?" asked Ron one evening while he beat Harry at wizarding chess.

"It's fine. You can just forget about it." said Harry absentmindedly, for he felt very good about beating Ron in this match.

After Harry lost the game of chess, he bid everyone goodnight and went to pack. They were going back to Hogwarts the next day and he figured he may as well pack now so he doesn't get Hermione angry. After he packed, he fell asleep, and dreamed of Ron throwing giant chess pieces at him. When he awoke, they had breakfast, and were soon off to King's Cross Station. They entered Platform Nine and Three Quarters, boarded the Hogwarts Express, and were off to school.

It didn't take long to settle back in. By the next hour Harry was used to Hogwarts again, for it was his real home. Since it was Friday, classes didn't start back up until Monday, which meant Harry had two days to spend with Hermione. Two completely free days. Harry was already thinking of ways to spend the next day.

When Harry awoke, he sat, waiting, his mind abuzz with ideas, for Hermione to exit her dormitory. Finally Hermione walked into the Common Room and sat down with Harry. Ron wasn't up yet, which Harry was pleased for, because it gave them plenty of time to discuss their day.

"I thought, maybe we could—." began Harry.

"Of course I've got to get to the library," said Hermione, who must of seen Harry's sadness at what she said, for she added. "Of course that can wait until tomorrow."

"I was thinking that maybe we could, well, you know, go on a proper date?" said Harry, who couldn't believe they had never really been on one.

"Oh, Harry, of course!" beamed Hermione. "Obviously, we can. Where do you want to go?"

"Well, I was thinking, there aren't many places, so I was thinking we could just take a walk around the grounds?" Harry was stammering.

"Of course, Harry!" squealed Hermione. "And you don't have to be nervous. We've been together for four months, I'm not going to leave you if our date goes bad."

"Good, because I wouldn't know what to do without you." whispered Harry.

"What can't you do without me?" asked Hermione.

"My homework," said Harry as he got up and ran off to the grounds.

Once he was outside, he could hear Hermione chasing after him, so he hid in a bush and waited for her. As she ran past, Harry jumped out of the bush and grabbed her. She was trying to scream something, but Harry had instantly placed his lips onto hers. He instered his tongue into her mouth and was now battling her tongue. It could have gone on forever, but a voice called out.

"Nice, Potter. I never thought you'd get a girl, even if it was the Mudblood Granger." came the voice of Draco Malfoy.

"Get lost, Malfoy." said Harry.

"Now, wait a minute, Potter. These aren't your grounds. I have just as much right as you do, and, I'd watch it if I were you," Malfoy pointed to a badge on his chest. "I'm in that Umbridge hag's Inquisitorial Squad."

Harry grabbed Hermione's hand and turned around.

"Where're you taking the Mudblood, Potter? Hope she doesn't end up in your bed! That'd be a mess on your sheets!" yelled Malfoy as Harry walked away.

When Harry and Hermione were out of sight of Malfoy, they stopped.

"What was that Malfoy said, Harry? About your sheets being a mess?" asked Hermione.

"Oh, well, he meant that, well, he called you Mudblood. Which is dirty blood. And I was taking you somewhere. So he said he hopes we don't have sex in my bed, because when I take your virginity it would be a mess. Dirty blood, yeah you get it." explained Harry.

"Well, don't let him bother you, Harry. Besides, I thought we were supposed to be on a date?" beamed Hermione, who walked ahead of Harry.

"Oh yeah. We are." stuttered Harry, who stumbled after her.

It wasn't until dinner when they returned to the castle, and, after dinner, to the Common Room. They did their homework into the late hours of the night. And finally, people started going to bed.

"I think I'm going to bed. 'Night Hermi—." said Harry.

"Wait, Harry. Wait for everyone to go to sleep." whispered Hermione.

Harry waited around, not knowing what Hermione wanted, and, after another hour, they were alone in the Common Room.

"Just follow me, Harry." whispered Hermione.

Harry got up when she did, and followed her through the portrait hole. He didn't know where she was going, and it was hard to tell where they were in the dark, but he just kept on following her. After a few more minutes, Hermione started walking in front of a wall, over and over again. Suddenly, a door appeared, and Harry realized they were at the Room of Requirement. Hermione beckoned him in, and when Harry entered, all he saw was a perfect replica of Harry's bed. He walked over to it and examined it.

He turned around, and suddenly Hermione had pushed him down onto the bed. Harry didn't know what she was doing, but suddenly she had launched herself onto him. She was kissing him like crazy, one hand running through his hair, and the other hand massaging his covered crotch. Harry was instantly aroused and could feel his dick reach seven inches. Their tongues started a battle. Harry broke their lips apart. They undressed each other, and then collided again.

Harry could feel Hermione's breasts rubbing up against his chest. His dick grew to ten inches. Harry laid down on the bed and pulled Hermione on top of him.

"Virginicus." whispered Harry.

Harry stuffed his dick into Hermione's pussy. He started thrusting slowly, grabbing Hermione's ass every time his body collided with hers. He picked up the pace, which led to him never letting go of her ass. Hermione place one of her breasts into his mouth.

"Suck it, Harry. Suck it." whispered Hermione suggestively.

Harry obliged her and started sucking on her erect nipple. Hermione responded by moaning so loudly, Harry could barely hear the loud noise of their bodies slapping against each other. Harry stopped sucking her breast, started thrusting a lot faster, and began to kiss her.

"Fuck me, Harry! Don't let it stop! It feels too good! Fuck me! Harry!" moaned Hermione, who resumed the kiss after she finished.

Harry was now thrusting so fast, he didn't have any control over himself. Hermione continued to moan, and Harry couldn't help but moan a lot too. Harry removed his hands from her ass and put them on her hips. He started moving her body too meet his every thrust.

"Fuuuck, Harry! I-I'm cumming! Harry, I'm cumming!" moaned Hermione.

Harry could feel his dick warm up after she spoke. Harry couldn't take it. Anytime Hermione would cum, Harry just couldn't handle it any longer.

"Fuck, Hermione. I'm cumming too. Get ready!" Harry moaned as well.

Harry felt his toes go numb, and then they tingled. He then felt the hot liquid rising through his dick, reach the top, and squirt out into Hermione. Harry lay there, his dick still in Hermione, staring into Hermione's wonderful brown eyes, wondering what he did to deserve her.

"That was great, Harry. We've got to do it again." said Hermione.

"Yeah, but sooner than later." smirked Harry.

"I love you, Harry James Potter, and I will always." whispered Hermione suggestively.

"And I will always make sure that nothing ever happens to you, Hermione Jean Granger." said Harry.

Hermione pressed her lips against his and licked his lips. Then Harry could feel her saliva transfer over into his mouth. Harry swallowed it and wished he could have more. Instead, he produced his own and released it into Hermione's mouth. She swallowed and smiled suggestively. She laid down her head on Harry's chest and played with his hair.

"Hey, Hermione?" asked Harry.

"Yeah?" replied Hermione.

"Well, I've always wondered, what your cum tastes like, and well, I was wondering when I could find out?" asked Harry nervously.

"The night's still young." whispered Hermione suggestively.

She took his dick out of her pussy and sat up. She raised her legs and revealed her wet pussy, waiting for Harry to pleasure it. Harry didn't wait for an invitation, instead he dove right in and started licking her out like crazy. Hermione instantly started moaning, which lead to Harry licking even faster and harder. Hermione closed her eyes and held his head closer to her pussy. Harry responded by sucking.

"Harry, fuck, oh, Harry." moaned Hermione.

Harry continued to suck her pussy, he didn't know how long it would take for her to cum this way, but he was sure he could be patient enough. Harry suddenly had a brilliant idea. He moved Hermione from her sitting position, and laid her down on the bed. He climbed on top of her, with his head by her pussy, and starting sucking her. Hermione realized why he did this, and started sucking his dick. Harry couldn't help but moan, and it seemed neither could Hermione.

Hermione suddenly came into his face. Harry licked up all he could and was left desiring more, suddenly he came into Hermione's mouth. He climbed off of her and watched Hermione swallow his cum. He felt like he could fuck her again, right now, but he was tired, and so decided to get back up to the Common Room. When they got there, they decided they would sleep in their chair together. Harry sat down first, and then Hermione cuddled in next to him.

"Goodnight, Harry." whispered Hermione.

"'Night, Hermione." Harry whispered back.

They fell asleep very soon after.