Author's note: Please review :) i love you guys, i'm sorry if this took a long time to write and it isn't very long, stick with me here! :) warning: this chapter contains sex :O big shocker there :p not!! 3 love you...
Hermione thoroughly enjoyed the week leading up to Christmas at the Weasley's house. Ginny was allowed to stay at Dean's for three days, which meant she was in a truly radiant mood when she returned. Padma had been staying for a few days but was due to go home tonight, Christmas Eve, although Hermione couldn't see her being ready in time as neither her or Ron were anywhere to be seen. She detached herself from Harry's arms,
"I'm just going to use the bathroom." And then she left the room. She made her way upstairs and just as she was crossing under the smaller staircase leading to the attic and Ron's room she heard a noise from up there. Naively she started up the stairs to see what was wrong but less than three steps later she stopped. She could already hear heavy breathing coming from the room and floorboards creaking, and then she heard a moan and turned on her heel and fled down the stairs, hurrying into the bathroom and locking the door. Shocked at what she's nearly witnessed Hermione shook her head,
"I hope she knows what she's doing." She said to herself.
Half an hour later the couple still hadn't appeared, Ginny looked at Hermione and raised her eyebrows,
"They've been gone a while. Mum will have a fit if she comes back and Padma hasn't left."
"Good point. I'll go and get them." Hermione hurried upstairs, not looking forward to interrupting. She proceeded cautiously up the stairs to Ron's attic bedroom and waited outside the door. She couldn't hear anything so she knocked gently,
"Give us a minute." Ron called quickly, and she heard a lot of movement and quite a lot of swearing too. "Ok come in." They were both stood, fully clothed by the window, looking reasonably composed.
"I just came to say that Padma had better go now, your mum wont be happy if she gets back and you two are still together." Padma nodded and smiled at Hermione gratefully,
"Thanks for warning us." She turned to hug Ron who held her back with tenderness Hermione hadn't seen in him before; he gently rubbed her back and made soft 'sshing' sounds,
"Hey. It's ok. Don't worry. It's ok. I'm here." He whispered to her. Hermione blushed and left the room, it was such an intimate moment that she felt extremely awkward witnessing it. But why was Padma so upset, she'd wanted to do that hadn't she? It hadn't sounded as though it was forced, so why?
Next day Hermione woke shockingly early, even for Christmas morning. Wondering what on earth could have caused her to be up at this time she looked around and noticed an owl tapping on her bedroom window. She opened the window and took the parcel from Hedwig, smiling because she knew it was from Harry. She read a note attached to the top,
To Mione,
I thought you might like this, it's your present but I guess you could say it's for me too. You'll understand when you open it. Put it on and come and find me in my bedroom.
Love Harry
Curiously Hermione opened the package. She blushed as she opened it even though she was alone. She unfolded a white silk Camisole with lace around the edge, a matching bra and French knickers. She gulped, Put it on and come and find me. With shaking hands Hermione pulled on the underwear and then slipped the camisole over the top, she glanced in the mirror; it clung delicately to her and looked quite nice, it felt quite nice, sexy, although the colour only highlighted the pink flush in her cheeks. She pulled her dressing gown on over the top and quietly opened her door. No one was stirring as she dashed along the corridor and gently knocked on Harry's bedroom door. She entered and Harry, just in his boxer shorts, came towards her, taking in her figure with hungry eyes and stopped just in front of him.
--
He felt his breathing quicken, just the sight of her as she slipped the dressing gown from her shoulders made his heart stop.
"I wasn't sure what to get you…" Hermione's voice was nervous, he feasted his eyes on her, "So I thought…" She took out a camera and handed it to him and instantly he smiled. Who'd have thought Hermione would be that kinky?
After the first picture Hermione managed to get into it a bit, Harry supposed she found it nice; the idea that someone thought she was sexy. She pouted her lips and stuck her chest out more. When he had removed the Camisole and eventually got to taking picture of her lying on the bed just looking up at him he decided he could resist no longer.
"You like?" She purred.
"I do." He whispered back putting down the camera and leant down and kissed her.
He had intended it to be a gentle kiss but when he lips crashed onto his neither one could hold back the flood of feelings. They lay down together, kissing fast, bodies moving as one, they teased each other and Harry gave a low growl and whispered in Hermione's ear,
"I want you."
"Then take me." She replied, causing Harry's stomach to do a summersault. They'd soon removed their underwear and Harry was teasing Hermione again, letting his hands torture her with pleasure as her lips caressed his skin, trying to hold back for a little longer. "Go on." She moaned. He didn't need telling twice.
Once their bodies were joined Harry didn't have the restraint to be gentle with her; she cried out in pain, dug her nails into his skin, but still she begged,
"Don't stop." A tidal wave of unexplainable feelings hit them both so that even Harry cried out, forgetting to worry that he was probably waking the whole house.
--
An hour or so later and Hermione was dressed and stood in her own room, shaking so much she could hardly think straight. She now understood why Padma had been so upset, she needed the same comfort that Padma had found in Ron. It wasn't because it had hurt, it wasn't because she didn't love him (she thought she did), it was simply because she had never imagined she would feel so much at once, that she would be so scared of him leaving her. Who'd have thought that your virginity meant that much? She mused. It was nearly time for the Weasleys to be getting up so Hermione hurried down the hallway and shut Harry's door behind her quickly. He wasn't in the room and Hermione was about to sit on the edge of the bed when she noticed blood on the sheets. She coloured up even though she knew no one but Harry would see, it was still somehow private to her. Just then Harry entered the room concern flooded his face
"What's the matter?" He strode over to her and took her hand,
"I'm sorry." She muttered,
"What about baby?" He asked gently. She indicated to the blood on the sheets, obviously embarrassed. "Was I too rough? Did I hurt you?" He was instantly worried, his eyes searching hers desperately. She shook her head. "Oh baby I'm so sorry." He whispered, his arms engulfing her and holding her tight, he talked into her hair. "Don't be scared sweetheart, it wasn't wrong if we love each other. I'm never going to let you go Mione."
Suddenly the door swung open and they were interrupted by,
"Harry you awake yet?" Ron stopped, eyes flicking from Hermione to Harry then back again as they sprung apart, a knowing look on his face. "You should both come down stairs now." He said more gently and they filed out looking extremely embarrassed. Harry dawdled until Ron said, "Do you mind if I have a word with Hermy quickly?" Harry raised his eyebrows but nodded trustingly and set off downstairs. "How are you feeling?" Ron asked his eyebrows knit tightly together, his expression one of concern. Hermione gave a gesture somewhere between a nod and a shake and then felt tears welling in her eyes; she tried to blink them back.
"I- I…" Ron took her hands,
"Hey, take it easy. I know it can be difficult. You have to try to understand Harry's dealing with a lot of emotions right now too, he needs your support as much as you need his." Hermione sniffed and looked up into Ron's face when did he become so mature? He wrapped her in a big bear hug and rocked her gently, "Just remember, he would never intentionally hurt you, whatever it may have seemed like earlier."
--
Harry enjoyed the celebrations with the Weasley clan but what he wanted most of all was to spend some time alone with Hermione, to properly look after her. Even though she'd shaken her head when he asked Harry was sure he'd hurt her, he knew it was almost impossible not to first time. But that didn't make him feel any less guilty. So he was relieved when bedtime finally came and he whispered in Hermione's ear to meet him in his room in ten minutes.
She looked scared as she came in but he just gave her a gentle kiss and then led her by the hand to the bed. She hesitated,
"It's alright, I'm not going to do anything." He told her softly, "I just thought you might want some company tonight, I know I do." She nodded, smiled, and then lay down next to him. He felt happier now she was in his arms. Harry knew he wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of the holidays lying next to her, and making love to her, and most importantly looking after her like he should.
