Hi everyone!

Part 2 :D Warning: A LOT OF SMUT AHEAD. But it sweet smut, it's fluffy smut - it's Hermione taking notes and Harry trying to behave in his best way. It's adorable and these two just make me so happy, so I hope they provide some happiness in your day too :)

Deadlines have been a witch with a b to me the last couple of days, so it took a bit longer for me to update. I hope to get the next update up a bit sooner. Thank you all for your support and your love of the last two days - it means everything to me.

Love,

Flora

Chapter 14: How Harry would never see pineapples in the same way again.

'Just relax,' Hermione whispered, her lips brushing against his skin. Harry let out a strained breath.

'I'm not used to... you know. Not being the one in control,' he replied, softly.

'You are in control. If there's anything you're not okay with, we'll stop.'

He nodded then, confidently. It was past dinnertime. They had both run late, ironically, because their agreement had ran constantly through their minds that day, but work had been too demanding for both of them. For Harry, it was because he had finally been able to coax some kind of confession and information out of Lackey. For Hermione, it was because she had finally gotten word back from the mediator Bill suggested. And because she had done some much needed research on a topic she had never really payed any attention to.

Male anatomy.

Hermione knew that it was perhaps a bit weird, but when she started this... thing with Harry, she wanted to prepare herself. Hermione was used to do research, to submerge herself into subjects to gain the best results. She always wanted to do her best, regardless of what topic she was preparing for, but this time it was a lot more complicated. Hermione didn't just want to be the best for herself, she wanted the best for Harry.

She quickly realized that Wizards were just as unadvanced at technology as they were at sex education. During their entire schooling at Hogwarts, not once did she receive proper explanation on the subject - she guessed that there should be spells or potions to prevent pregnancy at least, but no one had spoken about it. She could remember that at primary school her very nervous teacher had explained to a full class of nosy 10-year olds how puberty worked, obviously in a very clandestine manner, and then she of course had had the talk with her Mom over the summer holiday when she was 14. But at Hogwarts, no a single person of authority had spoken about it, so the only information Hermione received in her life about sex in their community was from Lavender and Parvati. Not the most reliable of sources.

The only option the Wizarding World provided in terms of sex ed, was a very dodgy shop in Knockturn Alley, that had turned her cheeks bright red whenever she had been forced to pass it on her way to another store. Being "The Heroine of the Golden Trio", she didn't really feel like barging in there and requesting information about pleasing a guy, so she opted for the only other option she had. Her muggle library card. Reading had always been her passion, and no matter how amazing the books were that the Wizarding World provided, they were non-fictional most of the time. She needed to be able to escape into a world of fantasy and story now and then, so when she got her new apartment, she also got a card to the nearest library, and she would pick up new books every six weeks.

She had been in that same library today as well, roaming the non-fiction section for books on sex education. It was a good idea, she thought, but she couldn't help but be extremely embarrassed when she opted for no less than four books on sex and male anatomy. The librarian did a very good job at keeping a neutral face when he scanned them for Hermione, and though she kept a brave and "so what?" kind of attitude about herself, she released a little squeal as soon as she stepped out of the building. That was terrifying. Not as terrifying as defeating Lord Voldemort, but still.

Then she went to work, and when she finished prepping for the meeting with the mediator, she gave a deep sigh and opened one of the books. You should have given yourself some more time to prepare, she scolded herself, roaming through the pages. There was so much to read, it seemed, but she quickly decided to read up on a chapter about foreplay first, on male anatomy and pressure points second, and she would make sure to take notes of each and every important step. Information about the actual "deed" and positions and whatnot would come in handy at a later stage - maybe she should also scan through the female sections, just to make sure, as Harry had kind of opened her eyes to things her body could experience that she had never been able to do by herself.

She had gotten so engrossed in her reading that she almost forgot to hit the drugstore, where she spent a good twenty minutes feeling extremely awkward in front of the lubricant-section. When she came home, still a bit flustered, Harry had already been making shepherd's pie and they ate and talked about work. When the dishes were done, a tensed silence fell between them. Harry cleared his throat and fumbled with his hands, until Hermione placed hers on top of his and looked him in his big, emerald eyes.

'You ready?'

Harry had pursed his lips, but smiled.

'As I'll ever be.'

'Good,' Hermione nodded, 'because I have done some shopping and studying.'

'Shopping?' Harry asked, his smile now widening into a grin of disbelief. 'You're kidding, right? How many hours did you spend on preparing yourself, today?'

'Too many. Don't ask. Judge me when we're finished.'

He laughed while saying her name, kissed her warmly, and it had all been fine, until they partly undressed and she announced to Harry that she was going to give him a massage. She had assured them that he was in control, that nothing would happen that he didn't like, and he decided to trust her and lay flat on his stomach, so she could gain enough access to his unclothed back.

So, there they were. Venturing into this new thing, together, as they had done with a lot of things, but this was not exactly like learning a Summoning Charm. She appreciated how Harry looked, still kind of tense but so trusting, with just his black boxers on, spread out on her queen-sized bed. She rummaged through her purse, taking her notes and stashing them away near the bed - just in case - and then focused her attention on a small, orange bottle that she had gotten in the store. Hermione had chosen an "exotic fruit"-flavored mix of lubricant and massage-oil. She heated the stuff with her wand for a bit, as was recommended on the package "for a titillating sensation!", and she made sure it wasn't too hot before pouring some on Harry's back. He made an approving sound when Hermione started to move her hands in strong circles across his shoulders.

'Merlin Harry, your muscles are stiff as a board,' Hermione said, feeling the knots under her fingers. She pushed firmly on one between his shoulder blades, and Harry yelped.

'Oh, sorry-...'

'No, don't apologize. It feels actually really good,' Harry mumbled, pushing his head into his pillow. 'I don't know if I feel comfortable with you making me smell like a pineapple, but other than that-...'

She smirked and pushed on the knot again, making Harry howl.

'Uncalled for, Miss Granger!'

'I told you to relax, and if you are still able to make those quips, you are clearly not relaxing.'

Harry chuckled, came up for a bit to press a soft kiss against her mouth, and leaned back into the cushions.

'I will say no more. Work those magical hands of yours, please.'

And she did. She made sure to follow the muscle lines in his shoulders, that started at the base of his neck and went all down to his spine, with butterfly touches and hard strokes, alternating each other - then she traced another line, beginning at the sides of his arms, swerving towards his shoulder blades. She loved kneading and pushing against his flesh, extracting small, approving sounds from Harry, who slowly began to drift in a very peaceful state of relaxation. He looked absolutely handsome, glasses cast aside, eyes fluttering close, his mouth half-open with the anticipation of the next sensation on his skin, as Hermione dragged her fingers slowly across his spine, making Harry elicit a guttural moan.

She unclasped her bra and slowly straddled herself on Harry's upper legs, pressing her bare breasts against his skin for a moment, causing Harry to produce a deliciously sounding "hmm". She now payed attention to his lower back, admiring the way the oil made his skin shine bright, showcasing the defined lines of his rear side. She managed to loosen up some of his knots, then dragged her nails playfully from top to bottom over his back, causing small red lines to flush against his skin. Harry breathed deep, so she did it again, now stippling the tips of her nails against him. She had fun doing this, causing pleasure to her best friend - no, she corrected herself, to her boyfriend. When pushing her fingers deep into his skin once more, softening and smoothing the flesh under her fingertips, she felt herself grind against his backside a bit.

'May I... remove your...'

'Please,' Harry managed to mumble, and she grinned. Slowly she pushed the soft, cotton fabric down his legs, as Harry tried to lie as still as he possibly could, not to stir the trance he was still in. She nestled herself to his side again, admiring the view of Harry's fully naked form. She began to massage his feet, his strong calves, his thighs. Finally she caressed his buttocks, which were firm and nice and rounded, and she couldn't help but think that she loved staring at Harry's bum. She had no idea if that was appropriate - was it normal for women to appreciate a man's behind? - but she slowly let her hands run from his thighs to his lower back, over the cusp of his backside. Harry didn't seem to mind, he loved every second of her fingers on his frame.

She decided to be bold and sit back on his upper legs again, but this time she removed her panties as well. Her breath caught in her throat as the fabric slipped passed her legs, anticipating the contact. She laid herself partly on top of him, her breasts swelling against his body, and she slowly stroked Harry's sides, which were slightly ticklish as she felt them spasm under her touch. She then moved higher up to his body, dragging herself over his backside to sit in the small of his back, her thumbs caressing the muscles between Harry's head and neck. He must feel my arousal, she thought, nervously, as she moved her core against his spine, staining his body with her fluids. Harry's breathes became labored, as he shifted a bit. Yep, he definitely feels it.

'I want you to turn around,' Hermione whispered, as she lifted herself up a bit, using her arms to hover over Harry. He complied, swinging his hands across Hermione's back, pushing her against him again. She felt their genitals touch - Harry's stiff member against her throbbing core - and she gasped. Gently she moved her folds against Harry's member, stroking from base to tip, rubbing her nub against the hardened flesh. Harry, his eyes still closed, groaned approvingly, restraining himself from thrusting upwards.

'Yes, you need to stay still,' Hermione purred, bringing her lips to his neck. 'I know it's hard, but try to let me.'

Harry nodded, one hand moving to her back to guide her movements, one hand cupping her breast. She spread her arousal over his body with her controlled motions, and the thought popped into her head to guide him inside of her, to feel him, but she knew that was a thought that was based on lust and not on anything else. Still, the rubbing did nothing to decrease that need, and she soon decided that she needed to stop teasing or she would lose her mind completely. With a lot of self-preservation she removed herself from him, and now Harry did open his eyes, looking at her questioningly.

'I really liked that, Hermione...'

'Me too. Too much,' she explained, as she nestled beside him. Harry grinned at her, whispered a silent "thank you", and pressed his lips against hers, tasting her tongue. She felt Harry's hands began to roam, and even though she wanted his touch so bad, she shook her head.

'No sir, I'm not done with you yet,' she smiled.

'But-... Argh, fine,' Harry resigned, when he saw her stern look.

'Oh yes, you're having such a hard time,' Hermione teased, as Harry laid back flat on his back and chuckled.

'Exactly. I have this gorgeous naked woman in my bed and I am not allowed to touch her!'

'Yet,' Hermione corrected him. She picked up some more oil and spread it on his torso, his legs - being very careful as to touch and feel every inch of his body. Harry visibly struggled with keeping his hands to himself, biting his lips and forcefully shutting his eyes, but she wanted to prolong this as long as she was able. Then finally, she began stroking Harry's penis - she held a grip, but not too tight, and made sure to not pull the foreskin back just yet. Harry let out a content sigh at the anticipated contact, as his breathing hitched in turn with her caresses.

'This is amazing,' he whispered. 'I had girls wank me before, but it was usually just to get it up in order to move on, and even in my fantasies, I imagined you being so damn considerate, but this... This... Thank you. And please - just, please...'

Hermione smiled and felt her heart make a little jump.

'Well, still tell me when I'm hurting you or anything. I'll try not to, but you know how excited I can get...'

'Don't worry, I'll-... Oh God, Hermione, yes,' Harry moaned as Hermione began twisting her wrist softly during her pumps, cupping the head of his member with the palm of her hand. She read about this, about the movements that would intensify the sensation, and as Harry pushed his head further and further into his pillow, his mouth in an silent "O", driving his hips deeper into her grasp, she knew she was doing a good job.

She continued her administrations, as Harry raised his hands above his head, pushing his forehead against his knuckles. He winced, he peeped, he made a very cute but quite feminine high-pitched yelp, that was followed by a dark and low "uummf", and Hermione slowly moved one hands towards his balls, ready to change it up.

'Don't!' Harry haltered. 'Don't-just-please-I..,'

Hermione chuckled and repeated her earlier movement, earning a hissed "yes" from Harry, that was now humming moans and twisting his head against his wrists. He made an "O"-sound, and then an "Ohoh", and then he roared as his climax hit him, making his eyes roll, and his muscles tense. His load erupted from him, landing on his torso, and Hermione couldn't help but feel incredibly smug. She had done that to him, she had extracted that reaction from him, and she couldn't get enough. She made sure to milk his climax until Harry saw stars and he slowly guided her hands away, overcome with insensitivity.

'That-... That-...'

'You don't have to talk,' Hermione chuckled, resting beside him. Harry was still not able to open his eyes yet, gasping for breath, but he did pull her against him. It took him a good five minutes to recover, and Hermione couldn't help but giggle against his arm, loving the way he had given himself so openly to her.

'I love you,' Hermione said, kissing the tip of his nose. Harry grinned softly, but still didn't open his eyes.

'You... You...'

His breath caught in his throat and he coughed, making Hermione erupt in laughter. Harry tried to join, but he was still too high, chuckling slightly with a shit-eating grin on his face.

'I have no... You can't... It's not...' He huffed and opened his eyes, slowly, laughing like an idiot.

'You were absolutely incredible, Hermione.'

She tried to look modest, but she couldn't stop grinning, feeling wildly proud of herself.

'I was so sensitive after that massage - I thought I was going to burst, and then you took so, so excruciatingly long to touch me there and... I thought I would go crazy, literally. My whole body was tingling. It's still tingling, damnit. What have you done?'

'I did my research,' she said. 'That's all.'

'Oh God. Did you - of course you did. You took notes, didn't you. Where are they? You've got them here, somewhere, right? Did you read them during the massage?'

'What- no! I didn't read them during the massage-...'

'But they do exist?' Harry smirked. 'Oh, Hermione. Please don't tell me you've color coded them.'

She fell silent, leaving a pregnant pause, and then they both cackled with laughter.

'Well, it's just easier!' she defended, and Harry kissed her on the cheek.

'Hey, no judgement! If you can do that to me again because of those notes, you can color code anything. Heck, you can even color code me, I don't mind.'

'Right,' Hermione teased, 'I'll go get my markers. What color should I use on your genitals?'

'Blue for my balls, going by your stalling,' Harry countered. She hit him softly, and then they kissed, and Harry pinned her down underneath her, ravishing her lips, her throat, the swelling of her breasts. Hermione gasped, feeling how Harry took her nipple in his mouth, suckling and nipping at the sensitive button.

'Hmm,' he mumbled, against her skin. 'What is that taste?'

'Exotic fruits, or something, going by the bottle,' Hermione sighed. 'Please don't stop.'

'Oh, you didn't just have to make me smell like a pineapple, but taste like one too?'

Hermione snickered.

'Oh, like you mind, Harry.'

Harry grasped the little flask, squirting a bit in his palm and smoothing it between his fingers.

'I certainly don't, Hermione. Now, where to start...'

Hermione heard her sniggers turn into a lustful cry as Harry applied the lotion to her body. As she let him roam his hands and lips all over her, Hermione thought how lucky she was to finally have him.