Hermione was nervous. Which was silly, ridiculous even, but she was. She'd escaped to the bathroom to "freshen up" once they'd returned to her flat. Obviously sex didn't frighten her. She loved it. She was adventurous and energetic, but suddenly she felt inexplicably shy.

Harry was romantic. The whole bloody date proved that if nothing else. What on earth possessed her to ask him to make love? She had only "made love" to one other man and that had been, what, four, five years ago? What if she disappointed him? What if she wasn't "soft" enough? What if…. She shook her head and looked at herself in the mirror. You can do this, she told herself as she smoothed the short pale pink nightgown she'd donned. It was simple, almost plain, but it was silky and hugged her in all the right spots, made her feel beautiful. She took one more deep breath and left the bathroom.

She found Harry barefoot and shirtless sitting on the foot of her bed waiting. He stood as soon as he caught sight of her. She looked like an angel, he thought. He reached for her, one hand caressing her cheek as the other found the small of her back. He pressed her tight against him, kissing her soundly. He felt her tremble and pulled back. "Are you ok?" he asked. Seeing hesitation in her eyes, he added, "We don't have to do anything tonight, Mione. That's not why I'm with you. I know tonight was emotional, and I'm sure you're a bit overwhelmed."

Hermione lowered her eyes, "It's not that, Harry. I want to be with you, but I feel a little out of my depth."

The wizard frowned. He put a finger under her chin and lifted her face so that her eyes met his once more. "What do you mean," he asked.

The woman sighed. "I'm afraid I'm rather rusty at making love, Harry. It's been a while," she confessed.

Harry grinned. "Don't worry, Mione. I remember how it goes. Let me take the lead this time," he said.

His words made Hermione's heart flutter and the butterflies in her stomach were in a frenzy. "I think I can handle that," she said demurely. It had also been a while since she'd given control to someone else, but there was no one she trusted more.

Harry kissed her gently, allowing their tongues to slowly caress each other. He soon left her mouth skimming his lips down her neck, nipping and tasting her along the way. Hermione's head fell back with a breathy sigh as she gave herself up to him.

The wizard's cock throbbed painfully at the sound of her surrender. He reached down for the hem of her nightgown, pulling it up as he ran his hands up her sides. She lifted her arms so he could remove the garment and get an unobstructed view of her in only her small lace knickers. "So beautiful," he whispered before kissing her shoulder. He'd yet to explore her fully, but this time he was free to look, taste and feel to his heart's content, and he had every intention of taking full advantage of that.

He hooked his fingers into her knickers and pushed them down until they fell to her ankles. Hermione let out a startled gasp as he swept her into his arms and lay her gently on the bed. He stared down at her, taking in her curves. He noticed the blush on his witch's face and grinned. He reached down and unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his trousers. He let them fall to the floor bringing his boxers down with them. Harry crawled onto the bed and reclined next the witch.

Merlin, she's perfect, he thought as he brought a hand to her neck and lightly brushed it down her body. The woman arched into his touch. So, bloody perfect. He took his time; his fingers traced her breasts and tweaked her nipples. They slid along her nether lips and dipped lightly inside to test her arousal. Harry smiled at the moisture he found.

The wizard leaned over, capturing one taught nipple in his mouth. He twirled his tongue around it, eliciting a moan from the witch below. He did the same for the other nipple, lavishing attention on it. Meanwhile, his hands gently roamed her plains and curves. He savored the softness of her skin. He mapped out the woman he loved with his mouth and hands. Harry dipped his tongue into her bellybutton which caused Hermione to giggle.

He grinned. "Ticklish?" he asked. She nodded in confirmation. He gave her one more teasing lick to draw out a few more giggles before he moved on. He knew the occasional tickle was fine, but knew Hermione wasn't a fan when it was prolonged. She'd once confided that she found such experiences uncomfortably painful.

The wizard moved on with his exploration. He ran his hand down to her mound, lightly palming her pussy, but not stimulating it. Hermione was finding the whole experience to be sensual and arousing. She felt as if Harry was slowly teasing each part of her awake. Opening the way for further sensation. It was like being bathed in love.

She relaxed into the experience, letting Harry explore her as he saw fit. His hands swept down her legs as he kissed the inside of her thigh. Having him so close to her center caused the witch to moan and arch up into him. He chuckled and kissed the inside of her knee instead of moving closer to where she wanted him. He soothed her heated skin with is hands. They caressed, gently grabbed and maneuvered.

Again, Hermione relaxed into the exploration. Harry was incredibly thorough. He flipped her over to have better access to the other half of her. He kissed and lightly massaged her back, hands dipping ever lower. He manhandled her bum, the movement tugging at her heated pussy. She felt one hand slowly slide lower. It traveled down the cleft of her ass and down towards her center.

She let out a low guttural moan when the man atop her reached her pussy lips. He moved her thighs farther apart to open her to his ministrations. He wedged his hand between her legs. It took no more than light pressure, before her lips opened and Harry encountered her hot, wet cunt. They both groaned at the contact. He moved his hand through her folds and brought a finger up to slowly rub her clit. Hermione gasped at the contact.

"Harry," the word slipped from her lips in a soft plea. The wizard pulled his hand back slightly to change its position. When he slid back, his thumb strummed the witch's clit while two fingers entered her from behind. She uttered a deep sigh of relief as his fingers filled her. He slowly withdrew them and eased them back in.

It wasn't long before the witch started to raise her hips and rock back into his fingers. Harry was mesmerized as he watched that shapely, tight ass lift and move. He palmed one of her cheeks with his free hand. Which only caused more moans to fall from the witch's lips. He only managed a moment more before he removed his fingers and deftly flipped her over onto her back.

He dropped between her spread thighs and lowered his mouth to her quim. Hermione let out a strangled gasp of surprise as he started to lap and lave her pussy with attention. Harry loved her taste. He'd imagined it for years. Every time he was with a woman, he could never stop thinking about Hermione. Wondering if she'd be sweet or salty, tart or sour. Would she need to be coaxed into reacting or need the full force of his attention to get a reaction? The reality was more intoxicating than he'd ever imagined. She was tart with a touch of sweetness. Already he craved it. So, he wasted no time as his tongue thoroughly explored her sex in a way that he hadn't been able to during their first encounter.

He was patient. He skillfully brought her to the edge over and over, only to ease her back. It left her needy instead of desperate. This wasn't a tactic Hermione was used to. Mind you, she'd been edged many times, but never had it felt quite so exciting without being….painful. There was definitely a time and place for such experiences, but this felt….beautiful, like she was rising and falling on a sea of ecstasy.

Harry finally pulled away, leaving one last kiss on her pussy, as he started to kiss and nip his way back up her body until he reached her lips. Hermione eagerly opened her mouth to him. Again, they were sharing a mind-bendingly slow, sensuous kiss. It deepened as they both tried to convey what they felt for each other through it.

Harry reached down to position himself at her entrance. He slowly slid into the witch below him, capturing her moan with his lips. She was tight, wet and glorious. She wrapped her legs around him urging him to move. His love making was as slow as the assault with his tongue had been. When he didn't have his lips pressed to hers, he rested his forehead on her shoulder and whispered words of love. Hermione was again rising and falling on the sea. Their bodies moving in time.

She didn't know what was more overwhelming, the reality of the pleasure she was receiving or the litany of words that fell from the wizard's lips. "I love you, Hermione. You're beyond perfect. You feel so good wrapped around me. You're so beautiful. I'm so proud of you. I've waited so long for you. I'm so happy, Hermione. You make me so happy."

Hermione had tears in her eyes as she grasped desperately to Harry. As if sensing that the time had come, the wizard increased his speed only slightly and brought a hand down between their bodies. "Oh, Hermione, so beautiful, so bloody brilliant. I'm gonna cum in you, love. Come with me. You feel so good around me. Cum with me, Hermione," he begged.

Hermione tipped over the edge with Harry's hard cock moving within her, his nimble fingers stroking her clit and his words of love in her ear. She cried out his name as her orgasm swept through her body. "Oh, Mione, I love you! You feel so good cumming on my cock, love," he praised. "So hot, so tight, so bloody perfect!" The witch could feel his member throb inside her as Harry too reached his peak.

They both took a moment to catch their breath before Harry kissed Hermione's forehead and rolled off of her. Hermione was left staring at the ceiling. "Damn," she said and Harry chuckled.

"Is that your seal of approval, Mione?" he asked.

Hermione laughed, "yes, definitely." She rolled over to look at the wizard beside her. "That was amazing, Harry. Thank you, " she said as a few tears slipped from her eyes.

Harry reached out and wiped away a tear with his thumb. "Hey, what's this?" he said gently looking concerned.

"No worries, Harry. They're happy tears I promise," she said with a smile and leaned in to kiss the man once more.

"Ok, I know it was a lot for one day…." Harry started.

"No, Harry, tonight was….I don't even know how to begin to tell you how wonderful it was. Tonight was perfect, the flowers, the meal, seeing the Sotos again, the lovemaking…it was all so perfect," she assured him. "Will you stay the night?" she asked.

"I'd like to, if that wouldn't be too much. I don't want to crowd you, Mione," he said.

"Please stay. I could go for some cuddles," she responded snuggling into him.

"No problem, Mione. I'm an excellent cuddler," Harry said with a bright smile.

AN:: Coming up next, Harry and Hermione tell Ron and Ginny of their new couple status.