Author's Note: I've received unanimous positive votes, so I'm continuing. But I'm gonna warn everyone ahead of time that any instance where I use canon material, it could be from the books or the movies. Figured I would give fair warning.

Chapter 2: How it started

It was almost overwhelming, the feeling of Harry's lips against hers, his hands gripping her waist and tangling in her hair, the prominent bulge she could feel through his jeans. Hermione couldn't help grinding herself against his hardness, instinct had taken over, instincts she didn't know she had.

Hermione hadn't meant for this to happen. She just wanted to check on Harry, knowing that being left out of the Order of the Phoenix would hurt him. But that broken look in his eyes had pulled her all the way into his room. She had sat down beside him on his bed and placed a hand over his, a silent promise that she would try to understand and would be there for him.

As he sighed and pulled her into a hug, she had thought it was foolish for Harry to have his own room, the loneliness would no doubt make everything worse for him. But now that she was straddling Harry with her hands gripping his shirt as he gripped her tightly against him while they snogged as if they were each other's source of air, she was glad he didn't have a roommate while they stayed at Grimmauld Place.

The temperature was rising as Hermione tugged at Harry's shirt, trying to pull it off of him. Harry raised one of his eyebrows in confusion. Hermione's confidence faltered temporarily. "I wanted to feel you," she admitted, biting her lip in embarrassment. She didn't know why she felt an impulse to answer his unspoken question, she just did.

Harry smirked and let go of Hermione just long enough to pull his T-shirt off over his head. Hermione bit her lip and smiled. Harry grinned back at her Wolfishly and pulled Hermione into another passionate kiss as she ran her hands up his chest, settling on his shoulders.

As Hermione lost herself in his kisses, Harry couldn't seem to stop his hands wandering up Hermione's thighs, back to her waist and under her shirt. Hermione shivered, but she wasn't in the damn mood to listen to her own rational mind rattle off reasons to bring this whole thing to a screeching halt. For just a minute, she wanted to forget that she was a bookworm, a know-it-all, an all around non-desirable girl in almost everyone's eyes, because in this moment she wasn't just those things anymore. Harry, the guy she'd shamefully had a crush on off and on since he foolishly jumped on a troll's back to try and save her, was kissing her and holding her and clearly eager to get her out of her clothes. For a moment, Hermione was wanted and damn it all she wanted more and wasn't going to rein herself in anymore!

So with a new found confidence that she was sure came from the lusty haze clouding her brain, Hermione gripped her own shirt and pulled it off before tossing it aside, and as Harry's eyes widened in surprise she leaned towards him again, cupping his face in her hands and kissing him with everything she had because even if they only had one night before reality struck back full force, she was going to savor every moment and make it clear that she had no regrets.

Harry couldn't believe just how perfect everything felt to him. He was acutely aware of Hermione's every moment, the feeling of her hands moving down from his face, her arms gliding back across his shoulders, and eventually wrapping about his neck so she could hold herself steady in his arms and on his lap. Gods he wanted whatever this was so badly he wasn't sure he could stop if he tried, and thankfully Hermione seemed to be of a like mind. When the bloody fuck had that happened? How had they turned from best friends leaning on each other to nearly shagging?

Well for once, he wasn't complaining, and wasn't going to question anything. Instead, he allowed his instincts to guide him, and slid one of his hands into her hair while his other slid into her jeans, under her knickers. Hermione gasped as she felt him slide one of his fingers into her slowly. She had never done any of this before and every sensation was new territory.

Harry wasn't sure why he was getting so bold with Hermione, especially so quickly. She just seemed to be bringing it out of him. Urges and instincts he didn't understand and couldn't seem to fight, not that he wanted to fight it. He slowly pumped his finger in and out of Hermione's tight cunt, her moans and whimpers were music to his ears, and as she writhed in his arms, Harry began trailing kisses from her ear down her neck, ending at her collarbone.

Hermione was practically shivering in his arms, not understanding how or why she had such a strong reaction to him… but she didn't want to question it. For once, Hermione just wanted to lose herself completely and worry about the consequences later.

Instinct took over for both of them as Harry turned and laid Hermione back on his bed. Hermione bit her lip and reached behind her to unhook her bra. Harry tugged her bra off and tossed the garment over his shoulder. He stopped dead in his tracks when he caught sight of Hermione's breasts. They weren't enormous thank the gods, but they fit perfectly cupped in Harry's hands, and Harry just couldn't get enough of the sight. He was sure he was making a fool of himself just staring at her, but he was utterly captivated.

Hermione simply smirked and sat back up, pulling Harry back in for another kiss, distracting him as she reached for his pants, managing to free his dick. Harry groaned as Hermione gripped him gently in her hand.

They met each other's eyes and Hermione blushed, but she didn't shy away this time. She began slowly stroking, working up a rhythm Harry seemed to enjoy. It was hard to tell, this was all brand new territory for her after all. Thankfully, Hermione didn't really have much longer to possibly doubt herself. "How can your hand feel that much better than mine?" Harry asked, his voice shaky, and Hermione finally noticed that he was trembling. That was all the approval and encouragement Hermione needed, and she continued stroking Harry. But after only a few more minutes, Harry gripped her hand to stop her. She looked up at him, the question in her head evident on her face. "I really don't want to embarrass myself," he answered, practically panting.

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "How would you embarrass yourself?" She asked, confused. Harry's eyebrows rose and his head tilted to the side as if to say, 'are you fucking kidding me?' Hermione blushed and bit her lip. "Oh… well then…" she trailed off and smirked before sliding her jeans off and reaching for her knickers to get them off as well.

But Harry grabbed her wrists again to stop her. "I don't want pity, Mione." His firm statement caught Hermione off guard.

She reached up to caress his face softly. "I don't pity you, Harry. I want you. Please believe me Harry, I want this with you."

Harry nodded and leaned forward to kiss her as he positioned himself at her dripping entrance. Hermione hooked her legs over his, her arms wrapped around his neck. Harry had probably never felt happier in his life, and he whispered in her ear, "I want you too," as he pushed into her tight warmth. Instantly, Harry was in ecstasy, but Hermione was a bit uncomfortable. Harry was bigger than she thought, and it was taking longer than she anticipated for her to adjust to his size. Oh bloody hell it did hurt a bit.

Harry didn't notice at first that Hermione wasn't quite over the moon with him yet, and Hermione had no intention of mentioning it. But she couldn't exactly help her small hiss of pain. Of course, Harry momentarily panicked. "Shit, did I hurt you Mione? Did I do something wrong?" He asked, already overwhelmed with guilt.

Hermione shook her head. "Everything is fine, Harry. This is just my first time doing anything like this and you're a bit big… I just need a minute to adjust."

Harry calmed quickly and nodded before leaning forward and kissing Hermione passionately. It didn't take long for Hermione to adjust to Harry and she encouraged him to move. Harry wanted to be gentle with Hermione, wanted to show her that this meant something to him, but physical need overrode his other wants and within minutes Harry was pounding into Hermione's soft flesh and Hermione was moaning and whimpering in between her pleas to keep going, for more, faster, harder, she was as desperate and insatiable as he was and Harry couldn't get enough of being so wanted.

When they finally came undone together, it was explosive, monumental, utterly overwhelming. And as Harry held Hermione tightly against him, they basked in the bliss of what they'd experienced together.

They fell asleep in each other's arms and woke up several hours later still embracing. Harry woke first, his nose tickled by Hermione's wild mane of hair. Hermione stirred as Harry sat up slowly. "So," Harry murmured. "Where do we go from here?" He asked softly.

Hermione bit her lip. "Well… I wouldn't mind if that happened again… as long as you wouldn't mind either…" she admitted.

Harry smiled and nodded. "I wouldn't mind either," he agreed. Then his eyes widened with worry.

Hermione giggled. "Don't panic Harry, I'm on the contraceptive potion. McGonagall puts all the girls in Gryffindor on it."

Harry let out the breath he was holding, relief washing over him. "Good thing she does, or we'd be so screwed right now."

Hermione nodded with a laugh. "Well, I should probably get back to my room. I don't want to have to explain myself to Ginny."

Harry shrugged and pulled Hermione into a final kiss before she got up to gather her clothes and redress herself. "I'm looking forward to next time, Mione." Harry called as Hermione was walking out of the door.

Hermione paused and looked back at Harry with a smile. "Same here, Harry."

Thankfully Hermione made it back to the room she shared with Ginny without incident. But, the redhead was waiting for her with her hair still wet from a shower and a smile on her face. "Hey Hermione, I didn't see you when I woke up. Did you fall asleep in the library again?" She asked.

Hermione nodded and sat up. "Yeah, some of the books Sirius' family kept are actually very interesting." Hermione had probably never been more thankful to be a bookworm, she always had a believable alibi.

Ginny laughed almost mockingly at Hermione. "You need a boyfriend, Mione," she commented and placed her hands on her hips. "At this rate you're gonna die a virgin." With that, Ginny stalked out of the room, laughing to herself.

Hermione rolled her eyes and smiled at the soreness she still felt from last night. "I don't think I need to worry about that," she whispered to herself.