A/N: Remember you can always find me and see even more of my content, and see it earlier than anywhere else, over by a certain site that rhymes with Rate On, or a site known for its rather questionable questing practices, under the same name~
Finding someone to go to the Yule Ball with was... not really a challenge, per se.
More of something Harry just didn't want to do. It was in a conversation with his friends, that Harry really realized that he could have probably done better regarding his partner.
Ron had already stomped off, angry about something or other, likely not wanting to admit that his problem was the same as Harry's, not an inability to get a partner, but an unwillingness to try.
Hermione sighed, as soon as they were alone. "Seriously," she protested, shaking her head. "Tons of pretty girls would agree in a heartbeat to go to the ball with either of you."
Perhaps it was fate, perhaps it was chance, and perhaps, it was just a flip of a coin, but really, Harry thought, it definitely changed the path of his life. A careless, unthinking choice of words. "If it was just about going to the ball with a pretty girl, I'd have asked you already," Harry said with a chuckle.
Hermione's cheeks were dusted with pink, as she swatted Harry's arm. "Come on," she said, "be serious. Nobody'd call me pretty."
Harry rolled his eyes. "You keep telling me to have more confidence, well, you should too! I think you're pretty."
Hermione huffed. "Of course you'd say that, you're my best friend."
Harry smirked. "That doesn't mean it isn't true though," he said.
"Yeah, well, I think you're a handsome boy," Hermione sniped back. "And any girl would be lucky to have you as arm candy."
Now actually into it, Harry's eyes focused on her. "Oh yeah, you think that?" he argued back. "Well, I think you're a brilliant and brave girl, but your best trait is your kindness and your empathy towards those weaker and less fortunate than yourself!"
Hermione almost reeled back as if struck. "Do you want to do this, Potter, you want to have a compliment war?!" she accused. "That's how it'll be then! I think you're far braver than I could ever imagine, a true lion amongst all of us, and I think that you're admirable and amazing for rising beyond your circumstances to become the boy that you are! I think that you are far more talented and intelligent than you give yourself credit for, and I think that you are far more kind than I am, and I've learned far more from you than I have from school!"
Harry gasped. "Really?"
"Yes!" Hermione said. "You've taught me everything I know about being brave and strong, and I've learned to be kind to the less fortunate from you. Dammit, Harry, sometimes when I'm having a nightmare in my dreams a boy with a snotty wand comes in and beats up trolls and then I sleep sound like a baby!" she protested. "You're the- you're the greatest thing that has happened to me in Hogwarts, alright?"
"Aw, damn, I don't think I can beat that," Harry said. "You're just so amazing in general that I'm left without words. Unlike me, you're never left speechless or without an answer to a problem at hand, and, and- I've relied so much on you and your intelligence that I can hardly imagine facing the world without you. When everyone else thought I was a cheater who somehow forced my way into the tournament, I knew that I was safe because I had you by my side, and when I thought that, I thought everything was going to be fine. You give me a lot of my confidence and strength, Hermione, and you're even better at compliments than I am, you're really amazing."
"Oh you cheeky-" Hermione blinked... and then grabbed his face and planted her lips on his.
She moaned as their tongues met and they gave in to the feelings that their compliment war had stirred. Their hands explored each other through their thick robes, and Hermione was quick to sneak under Harry's robes, encouraging him to do the same.
The library was vast, and much of it was covered in silencing charms of one sort or another - it was very unlikely that anyone would hear, let alone find, them.
Their kisses continued, as they worked each other out of their robes, leaving them in only plain shirts, Hermione wore a knee length skirt and Harry black slacks.
The skirt's length wasn't really an issue, as he flipped her skirt up, then rolled it so her white cotton panties were revealed to him.
Hermione unzipped his pants and helped pull Harry's throbbing hard cock out of its confines. She gasped, breaking their kiss. "Harry... it's so big... You're amazing," she said, eyes focused on his. "Your eyes are beautiful."
"Yours aren't bad," Harry said with a roguish grin.
Hermione was red like a tomato, and turned aside. "Q-Quidditch's been g-good for you huh," she said, as Harry worked his shirt off.
The hard work Oliver Wood had put Harry through showed off through a physique that a young athlete would have. Harry might not have bulging muscles, but there wasn't an ounce of misplaced fat on his body, despite his hearty and fatty meals. "Haha, thanks. I could say the same for you, hauling all those books everywhere has given you a fine body."
Hermione blushed bright red. "D-Don't lie to me, I know- I know my ass is fat and my breasts are small!"
"A small chest fills a man's hand, but a big butt fills his heart!" Harry countered. "And I've dreamed of sinking my teeth into these, every time I've been behind you going up the stairs!"
Hermione covered her face with her arm, as she lay on the table now, on her back. Her legs were his for the taking and appreciating, and he kissed his way down from her ankles to the junction of her legs, kissing the front of her panties then starting with the other ankle, all the way down again, followed by him pulling her underwear down and off.
She looked up at him, from the table. "Please, I can't wait anymore," she begged. "Fuck me, Harry!"
Nodding, the bespectacled boy took a deep breath, and lined himself up. Virginal though the both of them were, instincts took over, and advice from older boys, in particular the twins and Oliver, reminded Harry to make absolutely, completely, and utterly certain that he was targetting the right hole, and more useful advice from Angelina and Alicia reminded Harry to make sure Hermione herself was read, using his fingers to check her wetness the way he'd been taught.
She was sopping wet, and when his fingers went in, her pussy opened with almost no resistance whatsoever.
Thinking back on all the advice he'd gotten, he put himself at her entrance and slowly, gently, began pushing his way in, leaning down to seal his lips against hers and caressing her body through her clothes.
She winced a little and he tried even harder to keep her distracted, as he pleasured her in every way he could, making damn sure to keep her feeling good.
Soon enough, he was hilted in her, going as far as he could, and he looked down to find her eyes tearing up a little, but her face looked positively blissfull, as she gasped for breath. "H-Harry... harry, harry, harryyyyyy!"
She quivered around him, screaming and gasping as her until now virgin pussy convulsed around him.
It was almost enough to trigger Harry right then and there, but it left him just at the door, as he tightened every muscle - again, thanking his teammates for their advice.
Coming back to the world, Hermione locked a smoldering gaze on his, and her hands clasped together behind his neck. "Harry... it... I thought it would hurt, but, but I feel so safe and content and happy, I can't, I can't imagine what I was missing," she said, "please... fuck me, move... make yourself happy with me, Harry... I want it ,I want you, I want you to- to- to fuck me!"
Harry hissed, as his entire body seized almost like an electric shock was going through him, as her words entered through his ear, tickled at his brain, and then like a spell, traveled all the way down to his cock, almost making him burst right then and there.
He pulled back, almost pained by how tightly her virgin cunny clung to his cock, but in a state of molten bliss that left him unable to feel anything but tremendous happiness... and then he went all the way back in, and-
Hermione quivered in orgasm once again, and this time, Harry could not tighten his muscles enough, exploding deep within, filling her with all the backed up cum that he hadn't been able to release due to all his training and practice. Hermione gasped, unable to breathe, as multiple orgasms were triggered at once, almost making it a feedback loop as she massaged and pleasured his cock with her pussy, at the same time as he was losing control.
He was a bit rougher now, fucking her through their shared orgasm, their lips mashing together in a violent, hungry kiss.
If anyone approached, they would likely hear the loud, furious slapping of their bodies against one another, or the sound of their loud and sloppy kissing.
Hermione and Harry would continue for hours, and it'd be only way, way later that anybody would think to go check on them. And if anybody was turned away by a suspiciously convenient concealment spell, well, Hermione would say she'd never been taught one of those yet...