Hi everyone!

First of all - thank you SO much for the overwhelmingly large reactions, comments, follows, subscriptions et cetera to my last chapter. It had me walking on clouds for almost the entire week - you are awesome.

I know this chapter took a bit longer than usual - aside from the Covid-bans being lifted in my country, this chapter was hard to write because I just needed to get it right. I hope I did it justice and I can't wait to hear what you thought about it!

Oh yeah - obligatory SMUT-warning.

Love,

Flora

Chapter 26: How Hermione and Harry actually took that final step and how it was unperfectly perfect.

There was a silence when Eleonore Holywell uttered those words. "You're fired!" seemed to echo through the room, bounce against the walls and settle between their ears. Then Harry slammed the door shut with a force that made the hinges shriek loudly and caused one of the pictures to fall down from the wall.

'Harry...' Hermione started, as her boyfriend sat down behind his desk, clawing at the railings of his chair as if they did him personal harm. He clenched his jaw heavily and stared at the raid-poster, that lay out in front of him.

'Harry,' she tried again, after a minute or so, when he didn't respond to her.

'Don't-... Don't scold me, please,' he said, defeated, taking his glasses off and rubbing his eyes. 'I know I'm a bloody idiot-...'

'I wasn't going to,' Hermione responded, with a frown on her face. 'I was actually going to tell you that I'm glad you finally stood up to her. She's been giving you grief for ages now, right? From the moment you joined and she started to parade you in front of those reporters every other week to the memory charm-incident.'

Harry growled, reliving the mentioned incidents.

'Yeah, that was pretty rough.'

'Right,' Hermione nodded. 'She may think that you're unprofessional, but she hasn't been acting professional for ages. Personally, I think she had it coming.'

He stopped rubbing his eyes.

'You really think that?'

'Yes,' Hermione said, taking his hand in her own, stroking her thumb against his skin. 'And, honestly, it's kind of flattering how you fly off the handle anytime someone says something remotely negative about me.'

Harry chuckled bitterly, messing up his hair with his free hand. Hermione knew he felt uneasy.

'Well, yeah. She has no business suggesting that you and I would-... I mean, we have been working so hard for so many years, and for her to insinuate that now we're dating we can't spend one moment together without dry-humping is just humiliating.'

'Though we have done a lot of dry and not so dry-humping lately,' Hermione cheekily pointed out, trying to make him a bit more comfortable.

'But... That's... No, you're right.'

He managed to produce a slight smile but then he grimaced again as he pulled his hand out of her grasp.

'Oh, how could I have been so... I know that I am pulling a lot of weight, but phrasing it like that is highly offensive to my co-workers and they have been helping out a lot... Ugh! I need to finish this case! Not just for them - I have been working so hard on it, for so long, I can't be taken off! She... She'll come round, right?'

But they both knew that that was highly unlikely. Eleonore Holywell was not someone to back out of her promises, especially when there was a chance that others had heard them.

'Why don't you take it up with Kingsley?' Hermione suggested, but Harry shook his head. Of course he wouldn't - it was Harry, the boy who had refused to seek help when he was tortured by one of his own teachers. His stubbornness hadn't waned.

He stood up and began to pace.

'She'll expect that and I don't want Kingsley to think that I can't stand my ground. I'll have to find another way. Maybe do some private investigation - if we follow up this goblin-lead, and I provide some good evidence, maybe she'll reconsider...'

'We'll think of something,' Hermione nodded. 'I'll help you get packed. Clear the desk.'

She rose from her chair and then noticed a naughty smirk on Harry's face.

'What?'

'Well... You know, just to spite her... We could...'

He gestured to the desk and gave a suggestive eyebrow-wiggle.

'Harry!' Hermione gasped. 'That is very inappropriate!'

Harry blinked a few times with his big, green eyes, causing her to snicker.

'Yes, I know, that's kind of the point.'

She reached across the desk to hit him on the arm and he laughed.

'Haven't you had enough this morning?'

'Never,' he said, with a glint in his eyes. 'And by the way, having you on a desk at work has actually been a long-living fantasy of mine.'

Hermione felt her complexion turn red as she tried to stay neutral.

'Oh? How long?'

'As soon as I realized how good it felt to kiss you,' he admitted, reaching out his fingers to stroke her arm, causing her goosebumps. She shook her head and steadied her breath.

'No matter how... tempting that sounds, it would make matters worse. And on top of that, we should save doing it on a desk - not do it because something bad happened, but for a celebratory occasion.'

'Oh, like what?'

'Like when you get Mrs. Holywell's Office because you've replaced her as Head of the Auror Department. Now that would spite her!'

After she helped Harry clean out his office, and watched an overly emotional Polly assure them "she would always be loyal to Mister Potter", he went home and she went to work. A delegation of House-Elves, led by none other than Kreacher, provided a good distraction, especially when Hermione noticed that the demeanour of some Elves did begin to shift. Hogwarts payed some thirty-five percent of all their House-Elf staff now - a record, as Dobby had been a sole "one" in a crowd of many not that long ago.

Kreacher stayed a bit longer than the other Elves, chatting about his work in the Kitchen, asking about hers and "Mister Harry's" well-being. It had taken at least a year for Kreacher to go from Master Harry to Mister Harry, still adjusting to his free life, working at the kitchens as a way to pay honor to Regulus Black. The old Elf endured a lot of hardship in his lifetime and living at Hogwarts among other Elves had made him the happiest he had ever been.

Hermione didn't want to admit that she had a relationship with Harry, but she didn't really have a choice when Kreacher noticed her too-bright smile when she talked about him.

She needed to talk with Harry about their relationship. More and more friends and colleagues began to notice - it wouldn't take long for one of them to "accidentally" slip up and take the money The Prophet would surely pay for a scoop like that. The Chosen One and The Brightest Witch - they would make headlines for at least a week, Hermione predicted. She wasn't really looking forward to it.

Hermione came home to a lovely sight. Harry, dressed in cozy sweatpants and a hoodie, sat on the sofa, Crookshanks curled up on his lap, the radio playing some Muggle station in the background as he was deeply concentrated on a magic crossword. The house smelled of home-made lasagna and something sweet she couldn't quite place: a weird combination, but it made her mouth water nonetheless. As soon as the flames around her died down, she saw his expression change from angry confusion at his crossword to sheer happiness. She felt immediate butterflies attacking her stomach. Oh, did she love him.

'You're home!' he exclaimed, with a child-like joy and she couldn't help but laugh.

'I can't believe your Patronus is a stag. It should definitely be a puppy.'

She bowed down to give him a chaste kiss, but Harry took hold of her neck and deepened their angle, tasting her mouth with his tongue. The butterflies increased their attack on her insides and fluttered down and down, until Harry pulled away.

'Merlin, I missed you,' he sighed. 'How was your day?'

'Good,' Hermione said, ignoring how hot she felt. 'Kreacher says "hi." Oh, hello Crookshanks! Has Harry been keeping you company?'

She scratched the half-Kneazle behind his ears, as he purred loudly. He began to knead his paws into Harry's lap and Harry yelped.

'Ouch - that's quite enough Crooks! He turns absolutely crazy when you use that cooing voice, Hermione, you know that! But good, so, your day went better than mine, I reckon? Didn't get fired?'

She rolled her eyes and snorted.

'Greengrass is not an incompetent arse. At least not all the time, let's put it that way. Did you manage to take your mind off this morning?'

Harry nodded.

'Yep. Went over to Ron's - he wasn't at home, of course, but Nicky was. We baked a "sucks that you got fired but good on you for growing a pair"-cake. She actually wrote that entire sentence on, in frosting. It's in the pantry. We had a lot of fun together, in spite of it all, so that was good. Then I went to the graveyard, bought mom and dad some new plants and flowers and tended to their stone. And I bought you something too!'

He gestured to the table, where she saw a beautiful bouquet of red roses. So that's where the sweet scent came from!

'Figured I should at least stay on your good side, don't want to lose my job and my girlfriend in the same day.'

'Damn, that's cheesy,' Hermione teased, as if she wasn't giddy and flattered, kissing Harry on the forehead and then ran to the table to look at the bouquet a bit better. Red roses again – the same as in her corsage. It was a beautiful flower, meaning love, passion, bliss and respect. She couldn't help but utter "They're beautiful!" and the sensation of Harry's satisfied grin burned at the back of her head.

'What's a potion ingredient that starts with an A?' he asked, picking up his quill again. 'I'm stomped.'

'Arnica? Asphodel?'

'Seven letters.'

'Agrippa?'

'Nope. Thought of that too. Second letter is a C, unless there is another Quidditch-team whose motto was "We shall conquer" until it was changed in 1972.'

'Chudley Cannons?' Hermione said, smelling the flowers. 'What is their new motto?'

'"Let's all just keep our fingers crossed and hope for the best". Much more fitting if you ask me – don't tell Ron I said that… And, wow! Did I just beat Hermione Granger at a random trivia fact? I thought you read Quidditch Through The Ages…'

'I did – but it's a Quidditch-fact,' Hermione chuckled. 'You can't possibly expect me to remember all of them!'

'Right. You have all those "Hogwarts: A History" facts still stored up there somewhere, that's got to take up some space,' Harry joked.

'Ha-ha. That book has done more for me than Quidditch Through the Ages, Harry. And I believe the ingredient you're looking for is Aconite.'

'Aconite! Merlin, how come I didn't think of that? Well, seems like you can keep The Brightest Witch of Her Age title, at least for now.'

He winked at her and patted Crookshanks on the head, who rewarded him with a contented purr.

'By the way, not crossword related – I also cleaned the kitchen and made dinner. Should be ready in about twenty minutes.'

'Thank you,' Hermione said, sincerely. 'That's really sweet of you – you would have been totally justified if you would have just crawled on the couch and wallowed in self-pity for the rest of the day. I know I would have.'

'I always thought it would be something like that too – guess not! My coping mechanism is basically throwing myself at chores and buying you stuff as if I messed something up,' Harry laughed. 'I have no idea why, but I feel like I owe someone something. Don't know to whom, don't know why, but I can't help but feel guilty for being fired. It's not that I really feel bad for myself right now – I know I'll get back sooner or later. It's just… A weird feeling. I feel guilty now, just chilling on the sofa, like I should be up and running and saving the world like I'm supposed to, but I guess I can use Crookshanks as an excuse for not moving for almost an hour. Isn't that right, Crooks?'

Harry made a mushy face to her cat and he almost seemed to smile back at him.

'We'll figure something out,' Hermione assured him, wringing her hands. She didn't like it when Harry was not coping well – it was expected, of course, but she was used to go the extra mile to make him feel the best he could. 'It's natural for you to feel that way – you have been living mission to mission since you were eleven, you have no idea how to handle anything else! I will consult with Bill tomorrow, I've owled him already, he has time, and we'll find a way to incorporate you into the case again. Gosh, I felt so bad this morning, having her attack you like that and knowing that it was probably because you were mad at her for something she said about me, and I couldn't help but think about it the entire day, and-…'

'Sounds great,' Harry interrupted, as he used his wand to turn the radio a bit louder and removed an offended Crookshanks from his lap. 'Bill will help, for sure. But right now, let's not talk work, you're stress-jabbering. Have you heard this new song? It's so cool – it's been playing all day. Shake it like a polaroid picture!'

He banged his head up and down and then swooped her in his arms, forcing her in an awkward dance to the music. Crookshanks looked on judgingly, sad to see her cosy spot on Harry's lap go, and he followed their movements with his yellow eyes. Hermione screeched in surprise, and then she cracked up.

'Shake it, shake it, shake it!' Harry bellowed, exaggerating movements with his arms and his butt, trying to make her laugh harder. By the time he pouted his lips in a weird smoulder, Hermione was crying with laughter as Harry tried to take her down in some kind of awkward shimmy while the music filled the room. Their hands were intertwined as Hermione tried to copy his goofy movements, tears rolling down her cheek, her sides hurting.

When the song ended, Harry looked smug and satisfied and pulled her in for another searing kiss. He wiped some remaining tears of her face, and Hermione revelled in the gentle touch of his hands, enjoying how her cheeks hurt from the grinning, how his tender lips felt against her tongue.

'You're sure you're alright, Harry? You're not going mental?' she teased, and she gave him a broad smile. She was so glad, so freaking glad that she almost felt guilty about it.

He smiled back at her, tugging at a loose strand of hair that escaped her messy bun.

'Absolutely not. There are just too many reasons to be happy and I don't want to waste one more minute pining on that hag and her stupid decision making. She's not worth my time. Not while I've got you in my arms, and we could be doing another crazy dance.'

A new song began to play – a song Hermione did recognize, about milkshakes. They both hollered, deeply, and the sound of their voices overthrew the stereo.

'Ehm, nope,' Hermione said, and Harry cackled.

'What? You've got lovely milkshakes. It brings this boy to the yard, for sure!'

'They are not called milkshakes!'

'Well, you can shake them, at a certain point in your life they might have milk in them as well. And I can blow bubbles between them, remember?'

'No, Harry, don't you-… Harry!'

He had already unbuttoned her blouse and found the front clasp of her bra, exposing her to him in the flick of his fingers. She looked at him quasi-sternly, but Harry had a daring glint in his eyes, as he suckled on her left nipple, causing her to pause and moan. Then his head disappeared between the mounds and he began to shake his head, making her shriek.

'Harry!'

He blew air against her skin, then he peppered kisses against her flesh, drew a nipple between his lips and kissed the sensitive nub.

'Harry…' She sighed, leaning into his touch, as she weaved her hand through his raven locks. He was gentle but persistent, continuing his kisses and licks and laps, ignoring the pleas that sounded hoarsely from her throat and that she didn't mean. Or, she did mean them, but they were no longer urging him to stop.

One hand travelled down her robes, pushed underneath her tube skirt and fluttered against her in tights-covered legs. This was no longer playful, she recognized, as she felt her breath hitch in her throat as her boyfriend suckled sharply on one of her breasts. He then used the hand that steadied her against him to loosen her hairbun. As her hair cascaded down, Hermione caught a look in his eyes: a look that meant nothing but lust and pure admiration, a look Hermione never thought anyone would have for her – a combination of affection and worship, of love and lust that was so pure, so intense, that she closed her eyes and titled her head back, surrendering to his hands completely.

'You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, Hermione.'

His breath whispering against her nipples got her mewling for his touch and he gave her what he wanted, pushing his hand underneath the waistband of her tights and her underwear, slowly exploring her folds. She wasn't as wet as she thought she would be, which was weird because she was so aroused, but Harry stuck his finger in his mouth and quickly pushed them under her garments again.

'You look so sexy in your office clothes… So unbelievably sexy…'

For a moment he broke away from her lips, to admire how she must have looked at that very moment – curly hair, puffy lips, reddened breasts that were still somewhat confined between the sides of her bra, her nipples stiff from his touch, her cream skin contrasting with the dark brown fabric of her cardigan. Hermione felt vulnerable, but beautiful, and she wanted no one else to see her that way. She was Harry's and Harry's alone.

He clearly enjoyed the sight, as it caused him to groan and ravage her mouth, plunging his middle finger deeply into her heat, stroking his tongue against hers. Hermione relaxed herself against the arm that steadied her in the small of her back and placed her hands on either side of Harry's face. The steady rhythm of Harry's mouth caused his glasses to clash against her nose, so she lifted his glasses and placed them on top of his head.

'Bedroom?' he mumbled against her lips and she could do nothing but nod as Harry removed his finger from her knickers and lifted her up so she was able to lock her legs around Harry's hips.

'Oh, Harry,' she said, as he carried her clumsily to the bedroom. 'The lasagna…'

'Good call,' he said, retrieving his wand from his holster and waived to the kitchen to turn the oven off. 'Dinner later, right? Appetizer first.'

'Merlin yes,' Hermione agreed, clawing onto him more desperately, and Harry grinned against her lips as he lifted her a bit better. In this angle she could feel Harry's member press against her core and it made her almost shudder. She realized she wanted him, more than anything.

Harry took his time with her body and rejected any advances she was making towards him. Finally, she gave in, allowing him to undress her fully. She settled on her bed and placed her hands on her breasts, slowly kneading and teasing a nipple when she felt like it. She enjoyed every second, feeling Harry's experienced tongue on her body, savouring the feeling of Harry's fingers inside of her. When he brushed the spot inside of her, she felt her head tilt back and a moan escape from her throat. Her wetness was now coating her thighs, and stinging to Harry's stubbly face, but he clearly didn't mind. It didn't take long for her climax to hit her, and it almost felt like an out of body experience. She saw stars and stars and then nothing, she just felt Harry's mouth on her, moving and licking and sucking, drawing every little squeal from her throat she could muster. It seemed to last a lifetime, and when it ended, she felt wobbly and boneless and absolutely amazing.

When Harry looked up at her, glasses still on top of his head, lips red and swollen, she beamed and giggled and gasped when he flicked his tongue against her nub.

'Careful,' she hissed, and Harry chuckled as he got up to lay beside her.

'Seems like you enjoyed that, huh?'

She didn't answer, still drowsy with her orgasm, and Harry smugly kissed the top of her head.

'I am such a lucky guy, you know that?'

'I want you,' she sighed, staring at him through half-lidded eyes.

'You didn't have enough?' Harry answered, surprised, as he lifted his hoodie over his head, exposing his naked torso. 'I thought I did a good enough job to keep you satisfied for at least a few minutes-…'

'No, I mean. I want you,' she explained. How could he not understand? She was aching for him, every part of her body was, she felt empty without his fingers inside of her and she desperately wanted, no, needed him to complete her fully.

'What-… Oh…'

Harry leaned back on the bed, forgetting about undressing and looked at her seriously.

'Are you sure? We tried yesterday, after all, and the last thing I want is to rush something again and hurt you.'

'We're not rushing, are we? You just spent at least fifteen minutes going down on me.'

'I know, but I thought… You know, I would plan something with… I don't know, a corny massage and flower petals on the bed and some very bad, cheesy musical soundtrack on the background, like Celine Dion or something like that. Like it's supposed to happen the first time, like how it's in movies and books.'

'You just want to control the situation again,' Hermione noted. 'You want to make it perfect.'

'Well – do you blame me? You deserve that!'

Hermione smiled at him, half thinking that he was the cutest thing on the planet, half contemplating whether she should call him out on his words and make a "barf"-noise.

'That's really considerate, Harry,' she decided, 'and I really appreciate that, but to me, this moment is perfect. You and your weird dance moves to cheer me up, the sweetness you just showed to me. Your round glasses perched on top of your head like the total dork that you are.'

Harry smiled and bit his lip, moving his hand to remove his glasses, but she stopped him.

'Please. I love you, just the way you are. Do you want this?'

'Are you kidding? Of course I want this.'

'No, I mean… Does it feel right for you, right now? Do you feel… You?'

She looked him into his emerald eyes and Harry frowned for a moment, but then he smiled.

'I do. It feels good. Different from last time and the time before that.'

She smiled back and inhaled deeply, something that Harry mirrored.

'Okay. So, this is it, then?'

'This is it,' Hermione nodded.

'Pff… Right. I'm really excited, actually.'

She smiled at how innocent that sounded coming from his mouth.

'Me too!'

She could barely hide her own giddiness, which would have made her feel ashamed with everyone on the planet, but not Harry. Never Harry. She didn't even have her color-coded stack of notes and she was totally fine with that.

'Good,' Harry said, and an awkward silence fell between them, which they both broke up with laughter.

'Let me… I'll touch you, first.'

She guided her hands to the front of Harry's sweatpants, cupping his member through the cotton fabric. Harry wasn't fully erected anymore, but she could actually feel him somewhat twitch when her palm pressed against him. She liked how that part of Harry seemed to have a mind of its own and it was very interesting to see how it reacted to the difference of her caresses.

'Don't use me as a study object right now, Hermione,' Harry groaned and she laughed.

'I'll try not to! It's just-… I love touching you.'

'I know,' Harry chuckled as he pressed himself to her a bit firmer. 'Please don't be such a tease today.'

'Oh, like you mind,' she countered, but she did run her hand up and down, until she realized something.

'Merlin, Harry. Are you going commando?'

'Why don't you put your hands down my pants and find out?'

She rolled her eyes at him, dipped past the elastic waistband and gasped.

'You are! Damn, Harry!'

'I am commando most of the time when I wear jogging pants,' Harry said apologetic. 'I hope you don't mind.'

'Do I mind? Merlin, no, it's hot! So, when you wore them last week, you were also-…'

'Get on with it already,' Harry said, through clenched teeth, as her fingers ghosted over his erect flesh. 'Yes, I was, but that's not important right now.'

'Well, not investigating that then is now the biggest regret of my life,' Hermione chuckled. 'But fine, I'll "get on with it", Harry.'

She stuck her tongue out at him, drew a bit of saliva on her hand and began to stroke him steadily. She loved the feeling of Harry's flushed skin right there, and she build up to a nice pace, but Harry stopped her quickly.

'Am I doing something wrong?'

'You're doing it too right,' Harry said, under his breath. 'I want to last.'

He removed his pants and got on top of her, retrieving his wand from his holster and casting the anti-conception spell before putting his wand on the bedside-table.

There was a moment of a knowledgeable look between them, before Harry closed the space between their lips. He kissed her carefully, as if they had never kissed before, taking his time to press his lips up against hers, again and again and again, until he slightly opened his mouth and deepened the kiss. Hermione sighed in his embrace. She was nervous, she was tensing, but she had faith as well. This was Harry, after all.

He summoned the bottle of lubricant from her nightstand and started foreplay again, as if they hadn't been doing that for the last half hour at least, kissing her lips and neck and earlobe and collarbone, all down to her breasts, as his hands kneaded her shoulders, her arms, her hips. He pushed one, then two fingers inside, cautiously preparing her for him. While she enjoyed his touches, she couldn't help but tense a bit, and Harry noticed.

'Relax,' he murmured against her skin. She nodded and closed her eyes, focusing on her breathing. It was one of the things her muggle therapist taught her for panic attacks, something called "mindfulness", and it helped her keep her guard down.

She felt Harry's fingers deliciously twisting and rubbing inside of her, shooting sparks of arousal through her entire body, and when he withdrew she whimpered slightly at the loss.

Then he shifted, and she felt the tip of Harry's penis pressing against her entrance. She had been anticipating this moment for so long, she was prepared, and most importantly, she loved him. There was no one she loved more on the entire planet than this crazy, raven-haired boy, with bright green eyes and his round, black glasses still nestled in his locks.

'Is this the right position? I really want to face you and look at you, so I can check if everything's alright,' Harry explained sincerely.

'It's called the missionary,' Hermione informed him, remembering her notes. 'And yes, it's perfect. It's intimate, I like that you're close to me and that you can give me kisses if you want to.'

Harry grinned.

'Of course I want to!'

He bowed down to give her a slow, French kiss, and Hermione felt her toes curl.

'Are you ready?' he then asked, with somewhat of a nervous tremor in his voice. She found it endearing.

'As I'll ever be. I love you.'

'I love you too, Hermione,' he answered, emphasizing her name, as if to tell him that he was actually making this next step with her. 'I'll go as slowly as I can, okay? And I'll pay attention to you as much as I can, but please do stop me if I get too-… You know. Carried away.'

She laughed at that statements because it made his cheeks grow a bit red, but then she felt his tip push slightly against her entrance. She gasped as she felt him enter her body for the first few inches. It was a painful again, a sharp sting rushing through her body, and she felt her breath hitch in her throat. Oh no, she thought. Oh no.

'Relax,' Harry repeated, with a soft, humming voice. 'I feel you're tensing again. It's okay. And if we don't succeed today, we'll try again another time, and if we'll never succeed, I won't mind either.'

He kissed her forehead. She nodded and breathed through her nose. She was not used to losing control like this – it was something she had read about, in severe cases it could cause vaginismus, which made the vagina clamp down entirely during penetration, causing extreme pain and no room for a finger, a tampon or a penis, and she knew that this painful sensation was in her head. She knew she would be able to fit him, he was only a bit broader than his own two fingers, and naturally she should be able to pass a child through there. So it was a question of letting go, of trusting him completely, of surrendering to her feelings of fear and a wrong sense of incompetence.

She placed her hands on Harry's shoulders and kissed his arm, taking note of her steadying breaths. She counted them, focused on the movement of her belly, and with Harry's supportive kisses on the side of her face she felt the tension in her body subside. She almost felt her body give way to him and Harry noticed it to, as he was now peppering kisses of encouragement.

'That's it. I feel it. You're doing it, Hermione!'

She couldn't help but let out a relieved laugh and nodded.

'Move a bit.'

Harry pushed in a few more inches at a very slow pace, and while Hermione did still feel a slight burn, it was nowhere near as bad as it felt at the beginning. He halted again, checking her face, and she noticed that Harry was frowning as he offered a reassuring smile.

'Are you okay?' she asked, noticing that she was a bit out of breath.

'More than okay,' he said. 'Too okay, in fact. I can hardly keep it together. Are you okay?'

She chuckled as she placed another kiss on his arm.

'It's going good. You can move.'

He nodded, focused on his stance and pushed inside a few more inches. It was an incredible feeling – being filled, bit by bit, and it became quickly overwhelming. She was gasping and moaning and trying very hard not to move, because she wanted to thrash around, having a hard time adjusting to the incomprehensible pleasure. Her back ached, her shoulders tensed, her hips bucked as Harry bottomed out, and they both let out a groan in tandem, which made them both snicker.

'Oh my God,' Harry panted, breath hot against the side of her face. 'I don't want to be vulgar or anything but Christ Almighty Hermione, you are so damn tight. It's like a vice. A damn vice.'

Hermione looked at him, still foggy because of how intense it felt to have him inside of her fully, and she blinked a few times.

'What did you compare me with?'

'A-… Oh I'm sorry, it's just… I can't bloody think, I have no blood left in my brain – Merlin.'

Hermione snickered some more.

'A vice? You mean, like… prostitution? Or a felony?'

'What? No, God no, I mean like the thing that's attached to a workbench, you know, where you put in the stuff to not let the stuff move around - please don't laugh, it's making it worse, you are really killing me-…'

But she did laugh. She couldn't help it. His horny stammering was too much.

'Oh Hermioneeeeee,' he wailed, eyes pressed close, but she saw the corner of his mouths curl up as well. 'Stop, I'm literally going to last no longer than a minute, I swear…'

'I'm sorry,' she giggled, 'your face is just so funny-…'

'This is supposed to be romantic!' Harry countered, still smiling, and he kissed her on the mouth. 'Oh well. At least you're not in pain anymore, right?'

'Not much,' she answered. 'You feel incredible. It's such a weird feeling. But it feels right. Like this is how it's supposed to be. Minus the vice-observation, obviously.'

'Obviously,' Harry answered. 'Am I allowed to move? I might go crazy if I don't move any second now.'

'Yes, be careful,' she said, knowing that that last remark was not necessary, and Harry drew back with care, only to very slowly roll his hips again, filling her up. The sensation was overwhelming again, but it felt less unnatural this time, and she felt her hips accommodate to Harry's member. When he bottomed out again, it was nestled nicely against her cervix, going too slow to hit it but nudging it enough to make her feel like he was in every way connected to her. It felt amazing.

'Again,' she said, and Harry obliged. He moved, and then he moved again, and with each time the sensation was less overwhelming and more enjoyable. While being penetrated wasn't as mind-blowing as her regular orgasms, she really did love the feeling of Harry inside of her. It was different, but it felt really, really good. She felt claimed by Harry, and when she normally didn't like being claimed at all, she couldn't think of anything more satisfying in that very moment. She felt important, powerful, and so, so loved.

Harry was slow, and gentle, and especially with the last few inches he was very careful not to hurt her. He kissed her neck while penetrating her, muffling his moans and hisses and sighs against her throat.

He picked up a slight pace. He was still refraining from thrusting inside of her with force though: he was rolling his hips in a hypnotizing wave, causing her muscles to ripple and her nails to dig into his back. He wanted her to have no pain this first time, albeit it pleasurable or not, and she was so, so grateful for Harry's thoughtfulness.

Harry didn't last long, but Merlin did the poor boy try. The sounds he made became increasingly loud and more extreme, high-pitches and low-pitches alternating the other, causing Hermione to fondly bite her lips. She stroked the back of his neck until she felt a shudder surge through his body, and he thrust inside a few times more sharply than he had ever done, overcome with lust. The sound that escaped his throat was deep and low and so hot – Hermione smiled proudly as she felt Harry come apart in her arms, his member twitching inside of her. He lost his strength for a few seconds, crushing her under his weight, but she didn't mind.

As soon as he noticed he was squeezing her, he stuttered an apology and got off of her. His hands folded around her waist and he pulled her against him, in a tight spoon.

'I don't normally swear but-… Fuck. That was absolutely amazing. You are amazing. We are amazing. This was just-… Too good.'

She chuckled as he lazily kissed the back of her hair.

'Really? I had no clue you were enjoying yourself, Harry,' Hermione teased. 'Next time: don't be so silent about it. I love to hear your feedback upfront. Especially when you choose working-equipment to illustrate it.'

He groaned in response, cuddling her more tightly, but then he reacted as something had stung him and he sat up straight.

'Oh my God! You didn't-… I didn't make you cum, did I?'

'Harry-…'

'Your first time, your bloody first time having intercourse and I just didn't take the time to-… How could I not have noticed that you-…'

'Harry,' she said, a lot louder, 'calm down. I loved every second of it. It was truly fulfilling and satisfying and I enjoyed it very, very much.'

'You… Yes? You're sure?'

'One hundred percent,' she said, truthfully, getting up to his level and placing a kiss on his mouth. The movement caused a liquid to trickle down her thighs and she pulled a face.

'Ew! That-… Oh. Right. Of course. Gravity.'

'What?' Harry asked, but a moment later he understood. 'Oh. Yes, that happens. Scourgify.'

They looked at each other, both radiating and so proud, and Harry pulled her in for another cuddle, putting his arms around her possessively.

'I did it,' Hermione sighed happily. 'I didn't think I could, but I could! And it didn't hurt – it was amazing. It was everything that I wanted it to be. It truly was…'

'Perfect,' Harry nodded, smiling against her skin. 'You were right. I felt like me, you were able to relax, it was just as it should be. Now, let's cuddle until our stomachs tell us to get the hell out of bed to make some dinner. Who could have thought? Got fired today, but this is still one of the best days of my life.'

Hermione leaned back against his embrace, a broad grin spread across her face, and she had never felt so complete in her life before.