Chapter 4
Black Satin
That night, Harry sat alone in the common room, staring blankly into the fireplace. He was thinking of Hermione. Why would she all of a sudden stick up for him like that? Harry didn't know.
"Hi Harry!", Hermione's voice broke the silence.
She sat down on the couch right next to him.
"Hello? Harry? Whatz up?"
"Hermione, you didn't have to dress like that today just to make me feel better.", Harry said quietly.
"Well, to tell you the truth Harry, I did it for me, too. I like being Gothic. It's cool."
Harry's cheeks turned bright red as Hermione gently wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned on his shoulder. Harry slowly put his arm behind her, rubbing her back in slow, soft circles.
"I love you, Hermione."
"I love you too, Harry."
The next day went smoothly. Harry's friends began talking to him again, slowly, but surely. Ron apologized and went into hysterics. He even cried! The only taunting that stayed was the familiar snickering of Malfoy and his gang, (in which Harry ignored).
Ron didn't go gothic like Hermione and Harry, he stayed preppie (I'm talking about clothes, not attitude, Ron is not a snob). Things were now relatively normal. Well, except for Harry and Hermione, that however was about to change.
They sat in the common room at around 6:00 in the evening. Everything was silent. That is except for the faint sound of Harry and Hermione having their first kiss. Their lips parted and Harry moved his head down and rested it on her shoulder. He planted soft kisses on her neck and slowly moved down to the hem of her shirt.
He stopped and looked up at her, "Maybe you would be more comfortable upstairs."
Harry stood up and carried Hermione up the stairs to the boys' dormitories.
"Don't worry, no one's here. There are Quidditch meetings tonight until 9:00.", Harry whispered assuringly.
He laid Hermione down on his bed. She was unbelievably comfortable.
"How did you get black satin sheets? They're so cool and comfy.", she asked curiously.
Harry eased himself down onto her, "I used that potion Snape taught us to change the color. Finally, the scuzz bucket is good for something."
Hermione giggled. Harry took off his shirt and then removed Hermione's clothes until there weren't any left to take off, kissing her body as he did so.
He removed his clothes, and parted her legs. He noticed a look of freight in her eyes, and knew at once that she was nervous, and scared. He looked down at the floor where their clothes lay, and noticed the darkened spot on her panties. Surely she was ready for him.
"I promise I won't hurt you, you'll enjoy it.", he whispered, funning his fingers through her hair and kissing her cheek.
She nodded approvingly. Harry entered her slowly and gently.
"Ah.."
"Did I hurt you?"
"No, keep going."
Harry did so and Hermione began to tense until finally she climaxed and began panting. Harry collapsed on top of her, until finally, they fell asleep.
The next morning (very early before anyone else awoke, keep in mind that the bed curtains were closed, so when the boys came back, no one was taken to the hospital) Hermione and Harry lay next to each other.
"Harry, you're my prince on a white horse."
"I'd much rather a black horse if you don't mind.", Harry joked.
"I don't mind at all."
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Black Satin
That night, Harry sat alone in the common room, staring blankly into the fireplace. He was thinking of Hermione. Why would she all of a sudden stick up for him like that? Harry didn't know.
"Hi Harry!", Hermione's voice broke the silence.
She sat down on the couch right next to him.
"Hello? Harry? Whatz up?"
"Hermione, you didn't have to dress like that today just to make me feel better.", Harry said quietly.
"Well, to tell you the truth Harry, I did it for me, too. I like being Gothic. It's cool."
Harry's cheeks turned bright red as Hermione gently wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned on his shoulder. Harry slowly put his arm behind her, rubbing her back in slow, soft circles.
"I love you, Hermione."
"I love you too, Harry."
The next day went smoothly. Harry's friends began talking to him again, slowly, but surely. Ron apologized and went into hysterics. He even cried! The only taunting that stayed was the familiar snickering of Malfoy and his gang, (in which Harry ignored).
Ron didn't go gothic like Hermione and Harry, he stayed preppie (I'm talking about clothes, not attitude, Ron is not a snob). Things were now relatively normal. Well, except for Harry and Hermione, that however was about to change.
They sat in the common room at around 6:00 in the evening. Everything was silent. That is except for the faint sound of Harry and Hermione having their first kiss. Their lips parted and Harry moved his head down and rested it on her shoulder. He planted soft kisses on her neck and slowly moved down to the hem of her shirt.
He stopped and looked up at her, "Maybe you would be more comfortable upstairs."
Harry stood up and carried Hermione up the stairs to the boys' dormitories.
"Don't worry, no one's here. There are Quidditch meetings tonight until 9:00.", Harry whispered assuringly.
He laid Hermione down on his bed. She was unbelievably comfortable.
"How did you get black satin sheets? They're so cool and comfy.", she asked curiously.
Harry eased himself down onto her, "I used that potion Snape taught us to change the color. Finally, the scuzz bucket is good for something."
Hermione giggled. Harry took off his shirt and then removed Hermione's clothes until there weren't any left to take off, kissing her body as he did so.
He removed his clothes, and parted her legs. He noticed a look of freight in her eyes, and knew at once that she was nervous, and scared. He looked down at the floor where their clothes lay, and noticed the darkened spot on her panties. Surely she was ready for him.
"I promise I won't hurt you, you'll enjoy it.", he whispered, funning his fingers through her hair and kissing her cheek.
She nodded approvingly. Harry entered her slowly and gently.
"Ah.."
"Did I hurt you?"
"No, keep going."
Harry did so and Hermione began to tense until finally she climaxed and began panting. Harry collapsed on top of her, until finally, they fell asleep.
The next morning (very early before anyone else awoke, keep in mind that the bed curtains were closed, so when the boys came back, no one was taken to the hospital) Hermione and Harry lay next to each other.
"Harry, you're my prince on a white horse."
"I'd much rather a black horse if you don't mind.", Harry joked.
"I don't mind at all."
***OK that is it. It's over. Tell me what you think. Hurry up! Don't read, review! NOW!***