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?
That little bitch Pavarti..
Yeah she may be a bitch but she's hot.
WHAT!
Uh..I said um...
*smacks Harry on the head* keep your head in the story!*
***
No matter how bad it may seem, Hermione Granger opened the door to the girl's dorm, breathless. Her breath wisped in water, her eyes alert, she gave a sweaty appearance as she collapsed on her bed, wrapped inside her towel. Footsteps carried behind her, and she gasped into her breath, thinking it was Harry.
However, a female voice spoke out at last.
"So," a voice rang out into her ears. Hermione snapped her head up and her eyes revealed the slutty form of Pavarti Patil. She raised her eyebrows, covering herself securely with the towel and gave Pavarti a suspicious look once again.
Pavarti was wearing only a mere "shirt" if you could call it one. It showed her stomach and only covered her breasts, but leaving a clear veiw of cleavage. A mini skirt hung loosely around her waist, hugging her olive smooth skin. Her heels were about three inches long, giving the impression that she was tall. It was known to more than half of the Hogwarts population that Pavarti Patil was the biggest whore since she first lost her virginity to Draco Malfoy when she was only thirteen years of age. She slept with many guys, of course, Hermione saw her dragging boys into her bed sometimes, and shuddered at the thought, trying to sleep through all the 'noises' they had been making.
Hermione bit her lip. What would Pavarti want to do with her? They had been pals since 1st year, but then she heard Pavarti telling the girls that Hermione was a fucking bookworm that needed a life in the private stalls of bathrooms. Through all that day, Hermione and Pavarti didn't speak to each other, and Hermione told anyone who would listen that Pavarti had did some indecent things. Of course, it was gossip, and Hermione let her anger get to her. Since then, they never spoke, and if they did, they bitched at each other all the time.
She looked over Pavarti's clothes, rolling her eyes. She wore a messy ponytail, that was hanging onto her face, and her lips were smeared with lip gloss to make her lips try to look irresistible, but an evil glare was formed into her eyes.
"Pav? What the hell do you want?" Hermione spat out, trying to look brave, even though she knew that she feared her. Because Pavarti Patil knew people. She could ruin her life. In other words, Pavarti was a down right bitch.
"Wait until everyone hears that Hermione Granger role model for morals is a stupid little slut!" said Pavarti, smirking at her.
Hermione's eyes widened in terror. "What?" she stammered.
Pavarti held up a book. And not just any book; Hermione's diary.
"So, lets see Hermione Granger at her worst. After those rumors about me humping squirrels, I think we need some sweet revenge," said Pavarti grinning.
Hermione sat still, horrified. She couldn't get the book, Pavarti could be a slut but she was also made for a catfight.
"Lets see what we have here. 'Dear Diary, I can't believe this happend. Harry was my first kiss.' Well we have to change that, don't we?" said Pavarti, crossing out something with an eraser of her pencil.
"What?" gasped Hermione, leaning over to see the written words:
Dear Diary, As always, I fucked Harry senseless tonight. Maybe it's time to move on to Ron. God knows how many gay playmates Harry's been with, anyway.
"You little bitch!" screamed Hermione, reaching for the book.
"Sorry, sweetie," said Pavarti in an evil sneer as she ran away from the dorm, slamming the door behind her.
***
Lying in bed, he sighed. What was the point of going to dinner anyways? Hermione would ignore him like hell. There was nothing to excite him anymore. Even looking at Quidditch books didn't even entertain him. What he really wanted was Hermione's lips.
Hermione's delicious, rough soft lips that tasted delicious. For a first time kisser, she was a great one. He breathed, still thinking how her lips first brushed against his, and wished they could move on to tongues.
He opened his eyes, and saw Hermione.
Yelping, he got up, breathing hard. Hermione stared at him for a moment and laughed a bit.
"Did I scare you?" she asked softly. He only nodded in surprise.
"Listen, look, tomorrow's something is going to happen. I just wanted to say I am sorry and that Pavarti-" she didn't finish her sentence because Harry didn't seem like he was understanding her words. She poked him slightly and he looked up.
"Harry, I am serious here," said Hermione. Harry just nodded blindly, and leaned over.
"Harry?" she whispered, closing her eyes automatically.
She could feel the breath of Harry's lips against her breath and their lips touched again, brushing upon one another. He kissed her hard, his hands on her cheeks, and pulled her onto the bed, leaning against her.
"God..." she heard him mutter as his lips crawled into the nape of her neck. She could feel his tongue rolling up and down her skin, sending warning signals to her brain. Shut up, she thought to herself, trying to shut down her brain. She didn't want to stop.
His teeth was now nipping on the clothing that covered her breasts, and now her lips escaped a moan that she had been holding.
Coming to her senses, she pulled away in horrer.
"I can't do this. Not if something happens tomorrow," she said, and got up and ran.
Harry sat up in his bed, puzzled.
*~*~*~*~
Hermione Granger opened her eyes in the morning, her eyelashes fluttering. She groaned and kicked off her covers. She knew it; she knew what to expect. Looking around, she saw everybody had already gone down to breakfast, including Pavarti.
Stepping her feet in the floor, she started brushing her hair. Going into the bathroom, she quickly brushed her teeth and got dressed, waiting for a normal day at work, well pretending it was normal anyways.
As she stepped downstairs and entered the Great Hall, whispers charged out. Trying to ignore them, she quietly walked around to get to her table when she saw a girl holding her diary, sitting across from Pavarti, and chatting excitedly.
Groaning in disgust, she started to walk away and go upstairs when she heard the girl tell Harry (who was looking petrified at what she was telling him) something.
"I didn't know you and Hermione were going out!" the girl whispered, loud enough for everyone to hear. The table roared with giggles.
"Hermione and I are not going out!" snapped Harry, his cheeks blushing furiously.
Hermione's heart sank. He was embarrased.
Tears bulged over her eyes, but she wiped them quickly, turning around and ready to stomp away.
But Pavarti said, "Oh please, Harry. Don't pretend that little horrid witch didn't give you some satisfaction." she said, smiling grimly.
People howled. Apparently, Harry had not seen Hermione's presance, so he got up and shouted madly, "Hermione and I are not going out! I would never have feelings for her!" he expoded at last.
Silence filled the whole school. Even the teachers were raising their eyebrows.
And that's when Pavarti spotted her and said spritingly, "Good morning, Hermione!" cheerfully.
Everyone gasped as they spotted her. She was the center of stage, the spotlight of gossip.
Tears poured down her cheeks, and gulped, feeling all eyes on her. Harry looked horrified.
"Good to know, asshole!" she yelled, and jumped up from her trance, stomping off through the hall, slamming the door behind her.
And when she entered the dorm, she collapsed in her bed in sobs.
*** Alright. The humping squirrels thing was wayyy off line. I couldn't help put a little insanity and cursing in... pweese forgive me *sad eyes* I know I am going to get flamed for this. Either someone saying "Ew, sick pervert, I hate your story now" like what happend to "Hormones" but save your breaths, because I've heard it all before. But for the people that forgive me, leave a nice little reveiw because I loved your last ones :D
Much love, ~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?
That little bitch Pavarti..
Yeah she may be a bitch but she's hot.
WHAT!
Uh..I said um...
*smacks Harry on the head* keep your head in the story!*
***
No matter how bad it may seem, Hermione Granger opened the door to the girl's dorm, breathless. Her breath wisped in water, her eyes alert, she gave a sweaty appearance as she collapsed on her bed, wrapped inside her towel. Footsteps carried behind her, and she gasped into her breath, thinking it was Harry.
However, a female voice spoke out at last.
"So," a voice rang out into her ears. Hermione snapped her head up and her eyes revealed the slutty form of Pavarti Patil. She raised her eyebrows, covering herself securely with the towel and gave Pavarti a suspicious look once again.
Pavarti was wearing only a mere "shirt" if you could call it one. It showed her stomach and only covered her breasts, but leaving a clear veiw of cleavage. A mini skirt hung loosely around her waist, hugging her olive smooth skin. Her heels were about three inches long, giving the impression that she was tall. It was known to more than half of the Hogwarts population that Pavarti Patil was the biggest whore since she first lost her virginity to Draco Malfoy when she was only thirteen years of age. She slept with many guys, of course, Hermione saw her dragging boys into her bed sometimes, and shuddered at the thought, trying to sleep through all the 'noises' they had been making.
Hermione bit her lip. What would Pavarti want to do with her? They had been pals since 1st year, but then she heard Pavarti telling the girls that Hermione was a fucking bookworm that needed a life in the private stalls of bathrooms. Through all that day, Hermione and Pavarti didn't speak to each other, and Hermione told anyone who would listen that Pavarti had did some indecent things. Of course, it was gossip, and Hermione let her anger get to her. Since then, they never spoke, and if they did, they bitched at each other all the time.
She looked over Pavarti's clothes, rolling her eyes. She wore a messy ponytail, that was hanging onto her face, and her lips were smeared with lip gloss to make her lips try to look irresistible, but an evil glare was formed into her eyes.
"Pav? What the hell do you want?" Hermione spat out, trying to look brave, even though she knew that she feared her. Because Pavarti Patil knew people. She could ruin her life. In other words, Pavarti was a down right bitch.
"Wait until everyone hears that Hermione Granger role model for morals is a stupid little slut!" said Pavarti, smirking at her.
Hermione's eyes widened in terror. "What?" she stammered.
Pavarti held up a book. And not just any book; Hermione's diary.
"So, lets see Hermione Granger at her worst. After those rumors about me humping squirrels, I think we need some sweet revenge," said Pavarti grinning.
Hermione sat still, horrified. She couldn't get the book, Pavarti could be a slut but she was also made for a catfight.
"Lets see what we have here. 'Dear Diary, I can't believe this happend. Harry was my first kiss.' Well we have to change that, don't we?" said Pavarti, crossing out something with an eraser of her pencil.
"What?" gasped Hermione, leaning over to see the written words:
Dear Diary, As always, I fucked Harry senseless tonight. Maybe it's time to move on to Ron. God knows how many gay playmates Harry's been with, anyway.
"You little bitch!" screamed Hermione, reaching for the book.
"Sorry, sweetie," said Pavarti in an evil sneer as she ran away from the dorm, slamming the door behind her.
***
Lying in bed, he sighed. What was the point of going to dinner anyways? Hermione would ignore him like hell. There was nothing to excite him anymore. Even looking at Quidditch books didn't even entertain him. What he really wanted was Hermione's lips.
Hermione's delicious, rough soft lips that tasted delicious. For a first time kisser, she was a great one. He breathed, still thinking how her lips first brushed against his, and wished they could move on to tongues.
He opened his eyes, and saw Hermione.
Yelping, he got up, breathing hard. Hermione stared at him for a moment and laughed a bit.
"Did I scare you?" she asked softly. He only nodded in surprise.
"Listen, look, tomorrow's something is going to happen. I just wanted to say I am sorry and that Pavarti-" she didn't finish her sentence because Harry didn't seem like he was understanding her words. She poked him slightly and he looked up.
"Harry, I am serious here," said Hermione. Harry just nodded blindly, and leaned over.
"Harry?" she whispered, closing her eyes automatically.
She could feel the breath of Harry's lips against her breath and their lips touched again, brushing upon one another. He kissed her hard, his hands on her cheeks, and pulled her onto the bed, leaning against her.
"God..." she heard him mutter as his lips crawled into the nape of her neck. She could feel his tongue rolling up and down her skin, sending warning signals to her brain. Shut up, she thought to herself, trying to shut down her brain. She didn't want to stop.
His teeth was now nipping on the clothing that covered her breasts, and now her lips escaped a moan that she had been holding.
Coming to her senses, she pulled away in horrer.
"I can't do this. Not if something happens tomorrow," she said, and got up and ran.
Harry sat up in his bed, puzzled.
*~*~*~*~
Hermione Granger opened her eyes in the morning, her eyelashes fluttering. She groaned and kicked off her covers. She knew it; she knew what to expect. Looking around, she saw everybody had already gone down to breakfast, including Pavarti.
Stepping her feet in the floor, she started brushing her hair. Going into the bathroom, she quickly brushed her teeth and got dressed, waiting for a normal day at work, well pretending it was normal anyways.
As she stepped downstairs and entered the Great Hall, whispers charged out. Trying to ignore them, she quietly walked around to get to her table when she saw a girl holding her diary, sitting across from Pavarti, and chatting excitedly.
Groaning in disgust, she started to walk away and go upstairs when she heard the girl tell Harry (who was looking petrified at what she was telling him) something.
"I didn't know you and Hermione were going out!" the girl whispered, loud enough for everyone to hear. The table roared with giggles.
"Hermione and I are not going out!" snapped Harry, his cheeks blushing furiously.
Hermione's heart sank. He was embarrased.
Tears bulged over her eyes, but she wiped them quickly, turning around and ready to stomp away.
But Pavarti said, "Oh please, Harry. Don't pretend that little horrid witch didn't give you some satisfaction." she said, smiling grimly.
People howled. Apparently, Harry had not seen Hermione's presance, so he got up and shouted madly, "Hermione and I are not going out! I would never have feelings for her!" he expoded at last.
Silence filled the whole school. Even the teachers were raising their eyebrows.
And that's when Pavarti spotted her and said spritingly, "Good morning, Hermione!" cheerfully.
Everyone gasped as they spotted her. She was the center of stage, the spotlight of gossip.
Tears poured down her cheeks, and gulped, feeling all eyes on her. Harry looked horrified.
"Good to know, asshole!" she yelled, and jumped up from her trance, stomping off through the hall, slamming the door behind her.
And when she entered the dorm, she collapsed in her bed in sobs.
*** Alright. The humping squirrels thing was wayyy off line. I couldn't help put a little insanity and cursing in... pweese forgive me *sad eyes* I know I am going to get flamed for this. Either someone saying "Ew, sick pervert, I hate your story now" like what happend to "Hormones" but save your breaths, because I've heard it all before. But for the people that forgive me, leave a nice little reveiw because I loved your last ones :D
Much love, ~Courtney