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?
See, that wasn't that bad, now was it?
I hate you.
Now, you don't really mean that...
Did you really have to be this graphic?
Stay around longer and I'll make it graphic without typing..
*thinks about this* Your my favorite writer.
***
It was pretty obvious that Harry was quickly shocked by this awaiting favor. He gulped, his eyes widening with terror and sensual tingles that ran up all the way to his spine feveringly. She patted his shoulder, which made things worse.
"It's okay. I can go by myself." she croaked out, her voice breaking down. She felt so dizzy she could hardly stand up. Fighting herself to keep still, she took one step and nearly fell. Harry caught her in his arms, and she relished his warm soft touch that sent her to tingles.
Shrugging, she got up from his near melting embrace and covered her chest with her arms.
"Are you going to help me shower or not?" she said, her voice breaking. Harry bit his lip, and his eyes wandered over her body and she stiffened slightly, ignoring the alarms that sent the reaction to this sudden actional event.
"Harry? What are you doing?" she asked questiongly, and tightened her legs together. He snapped his head back into attention, and shook his head as if to shake his thoughts away that was obviously distracting him.
"Nothing." he answered quickly and grabbed her by the wrist carefully.
"Okay, lets do it." he answered, and saw Hermione flinched. Apparently 'lets do it' did not come out right.
"I mean- I- mean," he stammered, trying to hold her still. Hermione just nodded, her cheeks flushing all over her skin. The pure skin that wanted to be touched again, Harry thought. Wonder how it would feel again to have her pressed up against me? To roll my fingers through her now sleek hair? And what about those heaving boobs she's got?
Blinking slowly he tried to shake of these indecent thoughts and helped her walk to the bathroom. Her arm glided around his shoulder and she limped back and forth, her waist or hips occasionally bumping against the bare skin that his sweater did not cover. Breathing softly under his breath, he helped her enter the bathroom and locked the door.
She looked at him curiously as he did this but shrugged it off.
"So?" he asked to nothing in paticular. She let out an impatient sigh and tried to tug her nightgown down. Looking away he tapped his feet against the bathroom floor and heard a squeal of urgency. He turned his head catiously and saw she was having a hard time pulling down her nightwear down. He took some steps and took off the belt that tugged firmly, protecting her chest and waist and took it off, letting the buttons of her nightgown start to unfold. Trying to keep his eyes up at the ceiling, he felt the nightgown dropped and couldn't help gape at the sight before him.
Of all the years Harry had known Hermione Granger, he had never seen her so pretty. Her hair was conciously struck into a messy ponytail that was messed up by the procedure of sleeping, her eyes were glittering with tiredness, and her underwear was hanging loosely flinging themselves against her bare skin of her inner thighs. He gulped, his cheeks gleamed with sweat as he saw her bare stomach, her belly button cute and friendly looking and his eyes unintentionally looked up and saw her breasts covered by her welly attired bra.
He looked away for a second as he heard shuffiling. She was putting a towel around her.
"Harry?" her voice snapped himself into attention from his former daydreams. She was wearing the towel, looking at him warily, her eyes slightly tinged with fear.
"Can you turn on the shower for me while I brush my teeth?" she asked. Harry only nodded, gulping away the pleasures of seeing Hermione Granger at her near-nudity. He heard the brushing of the teeth and small water drenching his clothes. He stepped out and saw that Hermione had finished, putting her toothbrush away in a cabinet.
He raised his eyebrows as he turned on the shower, his eyes wandering around her legs. He squinted his eyes as he saw teeth marks on one of her thighs and gulped away, a hard pit on the edge of his stomach. Where the hell had that come from? Did the teeth belong to another guy? Focused on her scar, he didn't notice Hermione looking at him strangely from afar before she cleared her throat.
His head snapped up and he grabbed Hermione's arm gently and led her to the bathtub. She pulled off the towel and began undressing while Harry fought himself to turn away but his eyes rolled over, and he saw a flash of her creamy texture of skin.
***
God, Hermione, why is your stuff so messy all of a sudden? Pavarti thought, humming to herself as she looked through her drawer. She was trying to find the emerald necklace she had asked Hermione if she could borrow for today, but she didn't see her in any of her classes, so Pavarti came up to investigate herself.
Smashing her hands to subside the books, she looked through a plate of jewelry and snatched her fingers across several metal objects. Her eyes however, caught on a flash of gold in the corner,hidden behind some socks. Lifting all the useless items off it, she found herself staring at a shiny treasure box, in a shape of a heart, and everytime the sunlight beamed across it, it looked like gold. Filled with curiosity and the need for the necklace, she lifted the lid and breathed in.
A leather pocketed little diary was placed there, and the lock was unclosed. Apparently, Hermione had forgotten to lock it. Biting her lip, ideas flashed through her mind. Should she open the book? It looked very appealing yes, but she didn't want to be that evil. She was a Gryffindor, after all. But Gryffindors have a right to be at least curious, she argued with herself. Finally sighing, she opened up the book to the last page Hermione had written in. Her eyes traced over the furiously scribbled words and she raised her eyebrows, gasping in mirth.
***
"Mmm, Harry?" a muffled voice came from behind the curtain. Harry opened his eyes slightly and gasped again and closed them quickly.
"Harry, don't fret. I am your best friend. You can look a little." she teased, and Harry heard water splashing around the shower. Harry opened his eyelashes slowly and found himself widening his eyes and blushing furiously against the skin of his pale cheeks.
Hermione Granger was,well, beautiful. Her ankles were scrawny and sly shaped, and her knees were almost perfect, not a trace of hair on them, just smooth to look at. Her thighs...Harry bit his lip, trying not to look at the V between her legs. Instead, he gulped down the things he wanted to tell her right now and let himself be infatuated with her breasts. They were medium and humble, and also a tad bouncy,which made Harry stiffen quite a bit.
"Harry?" her soothing, rather quiet voice broke smashingly through his thoughts once again. He looked up into her face and saw the water that was pouring on her, and her hair was stroking itself against her bare shoulders, and he breathed heavily, trying not to look flushed.
"Yes?" he finally answered.
"Can you help me put soap on? My hands don't work at all." said Hermione, her eyes looking swollen and tired.
Soap! On her? Soap slathering over her? She wanted HIM to slather soap all over her body...would he get to touch her intimate places. I hope so, he thought to himself. He shook his head. Stop, stop, damn you hormones!
"Of course," he answered and his eyebrows crinkled in surprise at what his answer had been, how had it come out so smoothly?
She let out a weak smile and leaned her head back, water dripping to her sides. Catious not to let his eyes ponder her irresistible body, he worked on getting the soap and leaning down. His pants and shirt were already drenched by the shower.
"Would you mind if I take this off?" he said, pointing the buttons on his shirt. Hermione looked away and nodded.
Okay Hermione, calm yourself. He's not going to bite...maybe that's a bad thing? Hermione flinched, trying to get rid of those adoring mental images that found themselves into her mind.
Okay Harry, old boy, this is all a game. Unbuttoning his shirt, he threw it elsewhere and saw Hermione's brown innocent eyes widen in shock, his movements traced by the foreseen shadows of her pupils.
He leaned foward and put the soap in one hand, and slathered some on his hands, putting his hands on her neck, rubbing the slithering texture against her smooth skin.
A moan caught in the back of her throat, did he really need to use his hands?
Okay, just a Quidditch game, Harry...just a Quidditch game...
Your racing up the sky with your broom -his fingers rubbed against her throat- you are going down the feild, searching- one finger trailed itself against her cleavage, and he was surprised to see that she had a look of ecstasy on her face- There's the snitch, just a little faraway from Malfoy- a hand rubbed against her breast and she squealed softly, letting the soapy water go down her stomach- The snitch is just a few feet away- the soap on his hands went slathering over her thighs next, and she let out a moan, bucking her hips foward....
The next thing Harry knew, Hermione pulled her hands on the back of his neck and made him go on top of her and leaned foward a bit before their lips met once again.
Her lips were chapped again, but it didn't matter to him, he liked it rough, he wanted it so bad...hell, he just wanted anything from her.
She leaned foward so just for a moment, every part of their bodies were physically touching. He let out a groan he had been holding. Her hand clutched the zipper of his pants and he felt them slowly unzipping.
His hands wandered around her waist and then below her stomach. Get the snitch, he felt himself thinking. A finger crossed her crotch, and her eyes blinked open, looking at Harry with her eyes filled with urge,rage,need and want.
However, before they got all this down, Hermione pulled away from him, knocking him down on the floor.
"Hermione!" he scowled, trying to pick himself up again.
She clutched a towel to her chest in terror, before turning away, and he heard the stomping of her footsteps as she ran away.
Harry Potter sighed in disgust of himself, slapping a hand on his forehead.
He had just lost the game.
*** Concerning the beginning of each chapter: is where Hermione speaks. The next line is when Harry speaks without the 's, in the future, telling me you guys what happend.
Yuck, what a corny ending. Yuck, what bad smut...!!! Ahhhh!!!! I can't believe that this story isn't worth the wonderful reveiws you guys give me! Speaking of reveiws...I GOT 118 (last time i checked)!!!! You guys are the best *hugs and kisses* *scowls* now reveiw!!!!!!!!!!!!! *puts on innocent eyes* pweese?
Luv you all lots!!!!!!!, ~Court
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?
See, that wasn't that bad, now was it?
I hate you.
Now, you don't really mean that...
Did you really have to be this graphic?
Stay around longer and I'll make it graphic without typing..
*thinks about this* Your my favorite writer.
***
It was pretty obvious that Harry was quickly shocked by this awaiting favor. He gulped, his eyes widening with terror and sensual tingles that ran up all the way to his spine feveringly. She patted his shoulder, which made things worse.
"It's okay. I can go by myself." she croaked out, her voice breaking down. She felt so dizzy she could hardly stand up. Fighting herself to keep still, she took one step and nearly fell. Harry caught her in his arms, and she relished his warm soft touch that sent her to tingles.
Shrugging, she got up from his near melting embrace and covered her chest with her arms.
"Are you going to help me shower or not?" she said, her voice breaking. Harry bit his lip, and his eyes wandered over her body and she stiffened slightly, ignoring the alarms that sent the reaction to this sudden actional event.
"Harry? What are you doing?" she asked questiongly, and tightened her legs together. He snapped his head back into attention, and shook his head as if to shake his thoughts away that was obviously distracting him.
"Nothing." he answered quickly and grabbed her by the wrist carefully.
"Okay, lets do it." he answered, and saw Hermione flinched. Apparently 'lets do it' did not come out right.
"I mean- I- mean," he stammered, trying to hold her still. Hermione just nodded, her cheeks flushing all over her skin. The pure skin that wanted to be touched again, Harry thought. Wonder how it would feel again to have her pressed up against me? To roll my fingers through her now sleek hair? And what about those heaving boobs she's got?
Blinking slowly he tried to shake of these indecent thoughts and helped her walk to the bathroom. Her arm glided around his shoulder and she limped back and forth, her waist or hips occasionally bumping against the bare skin that his sweater did not cover. Breathing softly under his breath, he helped her enter the bathroom and locked the door.
She looked at him curiously as he did this but shrugged it off.
"So?" he asked to nothing in paticular. She let out an impatient sigh and tried to tug her nightgown down. Looking away he tapped his feet against the bathroom floor and heard a squeal of urgency. He turned his head catiously and saw she was having a hard time pulling down her nightwear down. He took some steps and took off the belt that tugged firmly, protecting her chest and waist and took it off, letting the buttons of her nightgown start to unfold. Trying to keep his eyes up at the ceiling, he felt the nightgown dropped and couldn't help gape at the sight before him.
Of all the years Harry had known Hermione Granger, he had never seen her so pretty. Her hair was conciously struck into a messy ponytail that was messed up by the procedure of sleeping, her eyes were glittering with tiredness, and her underwear was hanging loosely flinging themselves against her bare skin of her inner thighs. He gulped, his cheeks gleamed with sweat as he saw her bare stomach, her belly button cute and friendly looking and his eyes unintentionally looked up and saw her breasts covered by her welly attired bra.
He looked away for a second as he heard shuffiling. She was putting a towel around her.
"Harry?" her voice snapped himself into attention from his former daydreams. She was wearing the towel, looking at him warily, her eyes slightly tinged with fear.
"Can you turn on the shower for me while I brush my teeth?" she asked. Harry only nodded, gulping away the pleasures of seeing Hermione Granger at her near-nudity. He heard the brushing of the teeth and small water drenching his clothes. He stepped out and saw that Hermione had finished, putting her toothbrush away in a cabinet.
He raised his eyebrows as he turned on the shower, his eyes wandering around her legs. He squinted his eyes as he saw teeth marks on one of her thighs and gulped away, a hard pit on the edge of his stomach. Where the hell had that come from? Did the teeth belong to another guy? Focused on her scar, he didn't notice Hermione looking at him strangely from afar before she cleared her throat.
His head snapped up and he grabbed Hermione's arm gently and led her to the bathtub. She pulled off the towel and began undressing while Harry fought himself to turn away but his eyes rolled over, and he saw a flash of her creamy texture of skin.
***
God, Hermione, why is your stuff so messy all of a sudden? Pavarti thought, humming to herself as she looked through her drawer. She was trying to find the emerald necklace she had asked Hermione if she could borrow for today, but she didn't see her in any of her classes, so Pavarti came up to investigate herself.
Smashing her hands to subside the books, she looked through a plate of jewelry and snatched her fingers across several metal objects. Her eyes however, caught on a flash of gold in the corner,hidden behind some socks. Lifting all the useless items off it, she found herself staring at a shiny treasure box, in a shape of a heart, and everytime the sunlight beamed across it, it looked like gold. Filled with curiosity and the need for the necklace, she lifted the lid and breathed in.
A leather pocketed little diary was placed there, and the lock was unclosed. Apparently, Hermione had forgotten to lock it. Biting her lip, ideas flashed through her mind. Should she open the book? It looked very appealing yes, but she didn't want to be that evil. She was a Gryffindor, after all. But Gryffindors have a right to be at least curious, she argued with herself. Finally sighing, she opened up the book to the last page Hermione had written in. Her eyes traced over the furiously scribbled words and she raised her eyebrows, gasping in mirth.
***
"Mmm, Harry?" a muffled voice came from behind the curtain. Harry opened his eyes slightly and gasped again and closed them quickly.
"Harry, don't fret. I am your best friend. You can look a little." she teased, and Harry heard water splashing around the shower. Harry opened his eyelashes slowly and found himself widening his eyes and blushing furiously against the skin of his pale cheeks.
Hermione Granger was,well, beautiful. Her ankles were scrawny and sly shaped, and her knees were almost perfect, not a trace of hair on them, just smooth to look at. Her thighs...Harry bit his lip, trying not to look at the V between her legs. Instead, he gulped down the things he wanted to tell her right now and let himself be infatuated with her breasts. They were medium and humble, and also a tad bouncy,which made Harry stiffen quite a bit.
"Harry?" her soothing, rather quiet voice broke smashingly through his thoughts once again. He looked up into her face and saw the water that was pouring on her, and her hair was stroking itself against her bare shoulders, and he breathed heavily, trying not to look flushed.
"Yes?" he finally answered.
"Can you help me put soap on? My hands don't work at all." said Hermione, her eyes looking swollen and tired.
Soap! On her? Soap slathering over her? She wanted HIM to slather soap all over her body...would he get to touch her intimate places. I hope so, he thought to himself. He shook his head. Stop, stop, damn you hormones!
"Of course," he answered and his eyebrows crinkled in surprise at what his answer had been, how had it come out so smoothly?
She let out a weak smile and leaned her head back, water dripping to her sides. Catious not to let his eyes ponder her irresistible body, he worked on getting the soap and leaning down. His pants and shirt were already drenched by the shower.
"Would you mind if I take this off?" he said, pointing the buttons on his shirt. Hermione looked away and nodded.
Okay Hermione, calm yourself. He's not going to bite...maybe that's a bad thing? Hermione flinched, trying to get rid of those adoring mental images that found themselves into her mind.
Okay Harry, old boy, this is all a game. Unbuttoning his shirt, he threw it elsewhere and saw Hermione's brown innocent eyes widen in shock, his movements traced by the foreseen shadows of her pupils.
He leaned foward and put the soap in one hand, and slathered some on his hands, putting his hands on her neck, rubbing the slithering texture against her smooth skin.
A moan caught in the back of her throat, did he really need to use his hands?
Okay, just a Quidditch game, Harry...just a Quidditch game...
Your racing up the sky with your broom -his fingers rubbed against her throat- you are going down the feild, searching- one finger trailed itself against her cleavage, and he was surprised to see that she had a look of ecstasy on her face- There's the snitch, just a little faraway from Malfoy- a hand rubbed against her breast and she squealed softly, letting the soapy water go down her stomach- The snitch is just a few feet away- the soap on his hands went slathering over her thighs next, and she let out a moan, bucking her hips foward....
The next thing Harry knew, Hermione pulled her hands on the back of his neck and made him go on top of her and leaned foward a bit before their lips met once again.
Her lips were chapped again, but it didn't matter to him, he liked it rough, he wanted it so bad...hell, he just wanted anything from her.
She leaned foward so just for a moment, every part of their bodies were physically touching. He let out a groan he had been holding. Her hand clutched the zipper of his pants and he felt them slowly unzipping.
His hands wandered around her waist and then below her stomach. Get the snitch, he felt himself thinking. A finger crossed her crotch, and her eyes blinked open, looking at Harry with her eyes filled with urge,rage,need and want.
However, before they got all this down, Hermione pulled away from him, knocking him down on the floor.
"Hermione!" he scowled, trying to pick himself up again.
She clutched a towel to her chest in terror, before turning away, and he heard the stomping of her footsteps as she ran away.
Harry Potter sighed in disgust of himself, slapping a hand on his forehead.
He had just lost the game.
*** Concerning the beginning of each chapter: is where Hermione speaks. The next line is when Harry speaks without the 's, in the future, telling me you guys what happend.
Yuck, what a corny ending. Yuck, what bad smut...!!! Ahhhh!!!! I can't believe that this story isn't worth the wonderful reveiws you guys give me! Speaking of reveiws...I GOT 118 (last time i checked)!!!! You guys are the best *hugs and kisses* *scowls* now reveiw!!!!!!!!!!!!! *puts on innocent eyes* pweese?
Luv you all lots!!!!!!!, ~Court