chapter two
Harry sat by her for a few seconds more, horrified at what he had just said.
"Hermione, I don't know what to say, I'm so, so sorry, I didn't mean that, I…"
Hermione leaned closer to him, so their faces were mere inches apart; she slowly pressed her lips to his. It gradually became just like Harry's night-time fantasies, except this was real, and was like nothing he had ever encountered before.
He kissed her gently at first, the paranoia about whether he was a good or bad kisser rising. Hermione seemed not to care, as she wrapped her arms around the lower part of his waist and pulled him closer, grinding her hips into his.
They stayed like that on the couch for a while, kissing each other hungrily and muttering nothings to each other. At around midnight, Harry drew back sharply, gasping for breath.
"Hermione… Hermione….."
"Yes?" Her voice was as sweet as birdsong to his ears.
"Do you want to... y'know…?" Harry trailed off uncertainly, wondering of he had just made the biggest mistake of his life.
"Yes."
"Yes?" Harry looked at her, amazed. "Am I hearing right?" Hermione giggled girlishly and kissed him again. She moved her hands over his groin, feeling the growing bump in his pants.
"Harry? When I said yes I meant now."
"Oh, yeah." Harry picked her up and carried her to his dorm. It being the middle of winter, every one was at home for Christmas. He laid her on his bed, and kissed her again.