She woke suddenly the next day, beads of perspiration rested on her
forehead as the result of a burning nightmare. Harry was slumped in an
armchair on the other side of the room, glaring at her, but without malice
nor rage, just bewilderment. She slipped from beneath the sheets, and dug
up her silk dressing gown from the floor. The silence was slowly giving her
a migraine. He stood up, and crossed the room swiftly arriving in front of
her in a matter of seconds.
"Morning," he murmured. She smiled and looked up into his eyes. They were soft, and warm. That was what she loved about him. That even when he was angry, his eyes would tell her that they loved her. He leant down and kissed her. After a few moments she felt his hands sliding up the back of her shirt, and recoiled slightly. They broke for breath, and he murmured in her ear: "We don't have to go down for breakfast yet. Its still really early."
"Harry!" she laughed nervously and shoved him away gently. He looked hurt. "Look," she began softly. "You know I want to take things slowly. I'm not like you.."
"Why? What am I like?" he protested indignantly.
"Just so.." she searched for words and eventually they found her tongue. "Intimate."
"What?"
"Like with every girlfriend you've ever had, sex is always there, right at the beginning. Even if you don't know them that well."
"Hermione," he said solemnly. "I've been your best friend for six years. If I don't know you, who does." He looked down at her and slowly drew her towards him again. His crisp emerald eyes pierced through her and she softened under their weight. She pulled his head down onto hers again and kissed him.
"I'm sorry," she murmured into his mouth. "But I'm still fifteen. I'm not ready.."
"But when?"
"Soon," she smiled, breaking out of their embrace. "Very soon.."
Over a breakfast of runny eggs and bacon, and Harry and Ron's lukewarm conversation about the upcoming Quidditch match against Ravenclaw, Hermione suddenly found herself extremely bored. With too much on her mind, she had forgotten to pick up reading material and seeing as their first lesson was with Madam Hooch followed by practical herbology, she had hardly anything in her bag. Instead, her inquisitive mind regarded the other people eating breakfast that morning.
Seamus and Neville were sat to her right, and Ginny was not far beyond them. All three of them seemed to be another planet that morning. Laria was nowhere to be seen, although she supposed that this was due to the rumours flying around about her relationship with George Weasley. Hermione knew these to be true, Laria had confided in her about it a couple of months ago, but now the truth was out. Much like her and Harry, she thought, smiling. The only stick that she'd received so far was from Draco Malfoy and of course, Professor Snape. She had also had the bad end of some evil looks thrown by some jealous girls. Hermione took this to be a compliment, rather than an insult, and was proud that she was Harry's girlfriend and nobody else.
At that moment, she turned her head towards the teacher's table. The newly appointed DADA teacher, McGonagall's younger sister Katie was chatting animatedly to Snape, who's darkened expression revealed that he was less than impressed. Sirius was sat at the exact opposite end of the table. Appropriate, Hermione thought, given how Snape had reacted when he had learnt of Dumbledore's decision to hire Harry's godfather. He too was regarding the students with an element of interest, and at that particular moment caught Hermione's eye and smiled. He looked across at Harry then back at her and raised his eyebrows in such a way that made her blush deeply.
"Mione!"
"Er, what?" She responded to Ron waving his hand violently in front of her face.
"You coming to Phys Ed or not?"
"Oh right, yeah, sure." She stood, picked up her bag and tailed after the many other students now leaving the hall.
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"Morning," he murmured. She smiled and looked up into his eyes. They were soft, and warm. That was what she loved about him. That even when he was angry, his eyes would tell her that they loved her. He leant down and kissed her. After a few moments she felt his hands sliding up the back of her shirt, and recoiled slightly. They broke for breath, and he murmured in her ear: "We don't have to go down for breakfast yet. Its still really early."
"Harry!" she laughed nervously and shoved him away gently. He looked hurt. "Look," she began softly. "You know I want to take things slowly. I'm not like you.."
"Why? What am I like?" he protested indignantly.
"Just so.." she searched for words and eventually they found her tongue. "Intimate."
"What?"
"Like with every girlfriend you've ever had, sex is always there, right at the beginning. Even if you don't know them that well."
"Hermione," he said solemnly. "I've been your best friend for six years. If I don't know you, who does." He looked down at her and slowly drew her towards him again. His crisp emerald eyes pierced through her and she softened under their weight. She pulled his head down onto hers again and kissed him.
"I'm sorry," she murmured into his mouth. "But I'm still fifteen. I'm not ready.."
"But when?"
"Soon," she smiled, breaking out of their embrace. "Very soon.."
Over a breakfast of runny eggs and bacon, and Harry and Ron's lukewarm conversation about the upcoming Quidditch match against Ravenclaw, Hermione suddenly found herself extremely bored. With too much on her mind, she had forgotten to pick up reading material and seeing as their first lesson was with Madam Hooch followed by practical herbology, she had hardly anything in her bag. Instead, her inquisitive mind regarded the other people eating breakfast that morning.
Seamus and Neville were sat to her right, and Ginny was not far beyond them. All three of them seemed to be another planet that morning. Laria was nowhere to be seen, although she supposed that this was due to the rumours flying around about her relationship with George Weasley. Hermione knew these to be true, Laria had confided in her about it a couple of months ago, but now the truth was out. Much like her and Harry, she thought, smiling. The only stick that she'd received so far was from Draco Malfoy and of course, Professor Snape. She had also had the bad end of some evil looks thrown by some jealous girls. Hermione took this to be a compliment, rather than an insult, and was proud that she was Harry's girlfriend and nobody else.
At that moment, she turned her head towards the teacher's table. The newly appointed DADA teacher, McGonagall's younger sister Katie was chatting animatedly to Snape, who's darkened expression revealed that he was less than impressed. Sirius was sat at the exact opposite end of the table. Appropriate, Hermione thought, given how Snape had reacted when he had learnt of Dumbledore's decision to hire Harry's godfather. He too was regarding the students with an element of interest, and at that particular moment caught Hermione's eye and smiled. He looked across at Harry then back at her and raised his eyebrows in such a way that made her blush deeply.
"Mione!"
"Er, what?" She responded to Ron waving his hand violently in front of her face.
"You coming to Phys Ed or not?"
"Oh right, yeah, sure." She stood, picked up her bag and tailed after the many other students now leaving the hall.
LOTS MORE SOON!! Thank you so much to everybody who has read and reviewed this! Please do again.. and again.. AND AGAIN! Obv if you feel the need!
Lotsa Love,
Larali xxxxx