Never Been Kissed
Disclaimer: Don't own HP. If I did, I'd prolly be a british blonde..do you know her?
Summary: Hermione is 16 and has a secret. Harry is 17 and has a secret. How about a little snogging session to forget these secrets?
*typing madly*
Which part are you typing?
Umm..that's not important right now..
Yes, it is..let me see!
No!
Yes!
Fine!
*looks and silently gasps*
What?!
Are you sure you want to tell them that part?
Yes.
Uh no.
Uh, yes.
Uh no.
Uh, shut up!
You shut up!
***
And to think, Hermione Granger had expected a rather boring morning. She realized Ron's lips were soppily trudging against hers, and it was obvious that he never had much experiance in the past. The kiss did not even satisfy her at one bit, and now his tongue was rushing against her teeth, trying to make it's way in.
"Gross!" she mumbled before pulling away from him. His hair was muffled into crisps now, and his cheeks flushed with embarrasment and slight amusement.
"Your a tease, you know that?" said Ron, thinking it was all a game. Hermione backed away slightly against a random bed and raised her eyebrows deftly.
"Excuse me?" she noted, as he went closer to her.
"Oh c'mon, Hermione, I know what you want." he said, coming closer and trying to kiss her once again. Hermione was utterly shocked at this action as she pushed him away with her hands, but he came right back.
"Stop playing games." he said, looking serious this time.
Hermione inhaled and exhaled once more time. He thought she was joking! He thought she wanted him! She pinched her nose with her fingernails, trying to get away from him. His eyes were red and he looked half-asleep, but Hermione didn't care whether he knew what he was doing or not. The fact was that he was doing it, and he had her trapped on the bed.
"Get away from me! God, Ron, did you brush your teeth today?" asked Hermione, trying to push out the horrid smell that came from Ron's breath. Ron squinted his eyes, giving away a confused look.
"Hermione, why are you getting away from me? Didn't you like my kiss?" he asked in mere disbelief. His hand floated over to her cheek, stroking it softly. This was the last straw. Her hand came about and smacked him harshly.
He looked shocked for a moment, his mouth agape and just sat there in complete silence while Hermione looked at him.
"I am going to take a shower." he finally choked, his face flushed with anger. Hermione only nodded as she saw him leave slowly.
She pulled back her hair and turned her head sideways and caught a glint of emerald green eyes. Turning her head, she saw Harry looking at her, his eyes small and squinty, and his tender looking lips developed into a infuriating frown.
"Harry..." she whispered, even though he hadn't heard. He turned away, resting on the bed and closed his eyes, pretending not to hear Hermione call his name over and over again. Finally there were footsteps, and a door slamming slightly and Harry was sure he was alone.
*~*~*~
It was true then. Boys can be so immature sometimes, Hermione thought bitterly. Through their classes and meal times, Harry had not spoken a word to either her or Ron. Ron was hiding behind several Gryffindor boys and girls, trying not to be in Hermione's notice, to let his shame of the morning walk away.
But actually, Hermione's thoughts were elsewhere besides Ron. They were on Harry. How could he be mad at her? She couldn't control anything that happend. Ron had kissed HER, for heaven's sakes. And she never kissed back, nor had she pleaded with his embrace.
So why was he acting all weird? Sighing, she tried to clear her mind as she got under the covers. Closing her eyes, she lets her dreams and nightmares float by behind her closed eyelashes.
*~*~*~
The next morning, Hermione got up, or at least, tried to. A pain flashed through her head and something bulged in her throat as she sat up in the morning, in her bed groaning in pain. Her stomach streaked a flash of hurt through her eyes.
Her whole body was aching, and her muscles were so stiffened that she was suffered not to move. Lying back down on her bed, she wondered what she would do.
Her studies, her classes...her heart ached. She grimaced a bit as her neck cricked back. Closing her eyes, she tried to forget everything, trying not to throw up right then and there.
*~*~*~
Harry moved around slowly around his classes, a rise of panic throughout his chest. He hadn't seen Hermione in breakfast or even in his first class. Walking through the halls, he realized he was the only one not in class. The halls were deserted and the only sounds were the cheering or sneering kids from the classrooms inside.
He checked around once more, for he did not want any trouble in his path, and proceeded to go to the Gryffindor common room. After explaining shrewdly to the fat lady that he had forgotten his Quills & parchment and receiving a long lecture about hallway safety, Harry was finally let in and he arkwardly made his way into the Girl's dorm.
He had never been there before except only once with Ginny when they had been fond of each other, but they never did anything but talk, which was rather boring to say on Harry's part. He knocked on the door and there was a soft cry from inside the room.
He gulped. What if Ron was hurting her in there? Then another bad thought passed through his mind and he shook it off, hoping with all his might that Hermione did not have another boy in there. Turning the knob he stepped inside of the room.
It was a regular large room with three beds, posters of singers and handsome men above some of the pink colored beds. Nobody was there except a brown haired figure who was lying on a bed. He hurriedly made his way to her bed and leaned over and saw her face, which was blotched with icy pale cheeks.
"Hermione?" his worried voice managed to shout out as he shook her by the shoulders.
"Hermione!" he called again and her eyelashes fluttered a bit before he found himself staring into her soft brown eyes, her brown ringlets of curls kept away at the corners of her pillow.
"Harry..." she hissed, and lifted up her head and shrieked and collapsed on the bed again.
"What's wrong? Are you sick?" asked Harry, his figners massaging against her soft skin in her bare knees. It was then that he discovered that she was only wearing a short nightgown that consisted of very thin fabric and very little.
He gulped, trying not to look at the creamy flesh of her thighs and what they led up to. Averting his eyes to her face he bit his lip.
She nodded softly.
"I am sick." she answered, groaning in despise of her pain.
"Do you want me to do anything for you?" asked Harry. Hermione reluctantly nodded.
"What is it?" he asked, concern floating about his eyes.
"I need to get to class, no matter what...but I can't get up..." she continued, her voice breaking a bit.
"And?" pleaded Harry for her to continue.
She took a deep breath.
"And I need you to help me take a shower."
***
Ahhh!!! Another chapter finished *sigh of relief* see, that wasn't so short, was it? I hope it didn't suck!!! I loved your reveiws!!!! So please leave another one. To be on my update list, inform me in your reveiw!!!! Sorry about the R/H thing, believe me I dislike the Ron and Hermione ship a little too. I don't rely on them very much. There will be tons of smut in the next chapter. Leave a reveiw!!
Love you all lots, ~Courtney
Disclaimer: Don't own HP. If I did, I'd prolly be a british blonde..do you know her?
Summary: Hermione is 16 and has a secret. Harry is 17 and has a secret. How about a little snogging session to forget these secrets?
*typing madly*
Which part are you typing?
Umm..that's not important right now..
Yes, it is..let me see!
No!
Yes!
Fine!
*looks and silently gasps*
What?!
Are you sure you want to tell them that part?
Yes.
Uh no.
Uh, yes.
Uh no.
Uh, shut up!
You shut up!
***
And to think, Hermione Granger had expected a rather boring morning. She realized Ron's lips were soppily trudging against hers, and it was obvious that he never had much experiance in the past. The kiss did not even satisfy her at one bit, and now his tongue was rushing against her teeth, trying to make it's way in.
"Gross!" she mumbled before pulling away from him. His hair was muffled into crisps now, and his cheeks flushed with embarrasment and slight amusement.
"Your a tease, you know that?" said Ron, thinking it was all a game. Hermione backed away slightly against a random bed and raised her eyebrows deftly.
"Excuse me?" she noted, as he went closer to her.
"Oh c'mon, Hermione, I know what you want." he said, coming closer and trying to kiss her once again. Hermione was utterly shocked at this action as she pushed him away with her hands, but he came right back.
"Stop playing games." he said, looking serious this time.
Hermione inhaled and exhaled once more time. He thought she was joking! He thought she wanted him! She pinched her nose with her fingernails, trying to get away from him. His eyes were red and he looked half-asleep, but Hermione didn't care whether he knew what he was doing or not. The fact was that he was doing it, and he had her trapped on the bed.
"Get away from me! God, Ron, did you brush your teeth today?" asked Hermione, trying to push out the horrid smell that came from Ron's breath. Ron squinted his eyes, giving away a confused look.
"Hermione, why are you getting away from me? Didn't you like my kiss?" he asked in mere disbelief. His hand floated over to her cheek, stroking it softly. This was the last straw. Her hand came about and smacked him harshly.
He looked shocked for a moment, his mouth agape and just sat there in complete silence while Hermione looked at him.
"I am going to take a shower." he finally choked, his face flushed with anger. Hermione only nodded as she saw him leave slowly.
She pulled back her hair and turned her head sideways and caught a glint of emerald green eyes. Turning her head, she saw Harry looking at her, his eyes small and squinty, and his tender looking lips developed into a infuriating frown.
"Harry..." she whispered, even though he hadn't heard. He turned away, resting on the bed and closed his eyes, pretending not to hear Hermione call his name over and over again. Finally there were footsteps, and a door slamming slightly and Harry was sure he was alone.
*~*~*~
It was true then. Boys can be so immature sometimes, Hermione thought bitterly. Through their classes and meal times, Harry had not spoken a word to either her or Ron. Ron was hiding behind several Gryffindor boys and girls, trying not to be in Hermione's notice, to let his shame of the morning walk away.
But actually, Hermione's thoughts were elsewhere besides Ron. They were on Harry. How could he be mad at her? She couldn't control anything that happend. Ron had kissed HER, for heaven's sakes. And she never kissed back, nor had she pleaded with his embrace.
So why was he acting all weird? Sighing, she tried to clear her mind as she got under the covers. Closing her eyes, she lets her dreams and nightmares float by behind her closed eyelashes.
*~*~*~
The next morning, Hermione got up, or at least, tried to. A pain flashed through her head and something bulged in her throat as she sat up in the morning, in her bed groaning in pain. Her stomach streaked a flash of hurt through her eyes.
Her whole body was aching, and her muscles were so stiffened that she was suffered not to move. Lying back down on her bed, she wondered what she would do.
Her studies, her classes...her heart ached. She grimaced a bit as her neck cricked back. Closing her eyes, she tried to forget everything, trying not to throw up right then and there.
*~*~*~
Harry moved around slowly around his classes, a rise of panic throughout his chest. He hadn't seen Hermione in breakfast or even in his first class. Walking through the halls, he realized he was the only one not in class. The halls were deserted and the only sounds were the cheering or sneering kids from the classrooms inside.
He checked around once more, for he did not want any trouble in his path, and proceeded to go to the Gryffindor common room. After explaining shrewdly to the fat lady that he had forgotten his Quills & parchment and receiving a long lecture about hallway safety, Harry was finally let in and he arkwardly made his way into the Girl's dorm.
He had never been there before except only once with Ginny when they had been fond of each other, but they never did anything but talk, which was rather boring to say on Harry's part. He knocked on the door and there was a soft cry from inside the room.
He gulped. What if Ron was hurting her in there? Then another bad thought passed through his mind and he shook it off, hoping with all his might that Hermione did not have another boy in there. Turning the knob he stepped inside of the room.
It was a regular large room with three beds, posters of singers and handsome men above some of the pink colored beds. Nobody was there except a brown haired figure who was lying on a bed. He hurriedly made his way to her bed and leaned over and saw her face, which was blotched with icy pale cheeks.
"Hermione?" his worried voice managed to shout out as he shook her by the shoulders.
"Hermione!" he called again and her eyelashes fluttered a bit before he found himself staring into her soft brown eyes, her brown ringlets of curls kept away at the corners of her pillow.
"Harry..." she hissed, and lifted up her head and shrieked and collapsed on the bed again.
"What's wrong? Are you sick?" asked Harry, his figners massaging against her soft skin in her bare knees. It was then that he discovered that she was only wearing a short nightgown that consisted of very thin fabric and very little.
He gulped, trying not to look at the creamy flesh of her thighs and what they led up to. Averting his eyes to her face he bit his lip.
She nodded softly.
"I am sick." she answered, groaning in despise of her pain.
"Do you want me to do anything for you?" asked Harry. Hermione reluctantly nodded.
"What is it?" he asked, concern floating about his eyes.
"I need to get to class, no matter what...but I can't get up..." she continued, her voice breaking a bit.
"And?" pleaded Harry for her to continue.
She took a deep breath.
"And I need you to help me take a shower."
***
Ahhh!!! Another chapter finished *sigh of relief* see, that wasn't so short, was it? I hope it didn't suck!!! I loved your reveiws!!!! So please leave another one. To be on my update list, inform me in your reveiw!!!! Sorry about the R/H thing, believe me I dislike the Ron and Hermione ship a little too. I don't rely on them very much. There will be tons of smut in the next chapter. Leave a reveiw!!
Love you all lots, ~Courtney