Wow! I got an overwhelming response to this story. Thank you so much for the hits, favs, follows and kudos. It's been truly inspiring. Several people wanted to see the conversation that led up to the previous encounter. So, here it is. It was a lot of fun to write. Let me know if you'd like to see more of Harry and Hermione's journey as they explore their sexually and feelings for each other together.

"Harry?" Hermione called as she entered her best friend's flat with a bag of take away.

"In here!" Harry called from the kitchen.

The witch followed his voice and found the auror pulling something out of the oven. "Harry!" Hermione exclaimed. "What gives? I just picked up Scornavaca's," she said holding up the bag.

"I know," the wizard said without looking back. "but, I thought we'd like dessert too."

"We could have ordered it," Hermione countered.

"Yes, but they don't have the caramel pecan cheesecake you like," he said turning to show her what he'd been working on."

"Damn you, Harry Potter!" she said playfully as he set the cheesecake on the counter to cool before placing it into the frig. How did he always know what I want? she thought. She'd just been craving it.

Harry chuckled. "I had a feeling you could use some cheesecake therapy."

"It has been a long week, and the werewolf rights proposal is giving me no end of headaches," she confessed. "Wine?" she asked pulling a bottle out of the bag.

"Might as well," Harry said as he summoned a few wine glasses from the cupboard. "We don't have to work tomorrow."

"Good!" Hermione responded cheerfully. "Because I brought two," she said and pulled a second bottle from the bag.

The wizard laughed. "That bad?" he asked.

"Worse," she responded. She pulled out her wand and popped open one of the bottles, pouring a generous portion into each glass. Harry summoned a few plates and silverware to the small kitchen table.

"Living room or dining room?" he asked.

"Depends….what movie did you get?" she countered.

"A comedy, since it's just us," he said. Ron and Ginny often joined them for Friday Movie night. They enjoyed watching the movies, but just lacked the context to understand the humor in a lot of them. More often than not, Harry and Hermione would spend most of the time explaining the jokes. They'd learned to leave the comedies for the nights it was just them and action, adventure, fantasy and scifi when the whole crew was there.

"Which one?" Hermione asked.

"I can't remember the name, but it had Dan Aykroyd and Rosie O'Donnell in it," he responded as he helped to unload their take away.

"Sounds like fun," Hermione said. "I vote living room, then."

Harry nodded as they loaded their plates with their Italian feast. Hermione retrieved her plate and made a bee line to the TV. She sat her meal on the coffee table and grabbed the tape to see which movie he got. She was somewhat surprised to find that he had rented "Exit to Eden". She hadn't seen it but she'd heard it was risqué. "Harry, did you see the cover for this movie?" she asked.

"Uh…no. Sara said that the cover had been stolen," he responded settling himself onto the couch with is supper and wine. Harry always went to the small movie store a few blocks away. He said he preferred the local shop to the larger rental chains. Unfortunately, the movie covers were often lost or stolen so one got little more than the name of the movie, it's rating and the top billed stars. Well, this should be interesting, Hermione thought with a smile.

The witch popped in the tape and sat next to Harry on the couch. They managed to eat most of their meal before the movie got interesting. Hermione tried to be subtle about watching for his reactions. His cheeks went red first, followed by the rest of his face and then his ears. She barely stopped herself from laughing when she saw him casually grab a throw pillow and place it on his lap.

"This is not what I thought it would be," Harry finally said, and Hermione burst out laughing. He looked at her with betrayal in his eyes. "You knew what this movie was about?" he accused.

Hermione wiped her eyes that had started to tear during her fit of giggles. "No, not exactly," she replied. "I've heard of it, but hadn't seen it," she explained. "I heard it was based on a book by Anne Rice. Honestly this is pretty tame based on the other works I've read by her. They seem to have watered this down quite a bit."

"Tame? You call this…" he gestured wildly at the tv as scantily clad men and women frolicked on the screen. "…tame?"

Hermione had to laugh again. "Yes!" she said enthusiastically.

"But….but…that's….perverted!" Harry stuttered.

"That is a Disneyland version of porn," she said primly.

"Don't bring Disney into this, Mione! It does not deserve this abuse," he responded.

"You're such a prude, Harry. If I didn't have it on good authority from Ginny, I would think you were a virgin," she laughed.

"Hey! I'm not a prude! Just ask Ginny! I never left her unsatisfied," he said defensively.

"Fine," she said. "You're not a prude, but then you can't call me a pervert."

"I never called you a pervert. I said that was perverted," he gestured at the tv once more before grabbing the remote and stopping the movie.

"Hey, come on. I want to see how it ends," Hermione whined.

"Then take it with you. I don't want to watch anymore," Harry said firmly. He got up and grabbed their dishes to take to the kitchen.

Hermione followed him and grabbed the wine bottle, pouring herself another cup. "Don't be mad at me, Harry. Drink?" she said with a shake of the bottle.

"Yeah," Harry responded sheepishly, handing her his glass. "And I'm not mad at you, Mione. I could never stay mad at you."

The witch poured him a generous glass full, then grabbed the bottle and made her way back to the living room. They settled back onto the couch sipping their wine. After a few minutes of silence, Harry asked, "So you've done some of that stuff?"

Hermione smirked. "Yeah, some of it. What can I say? I like to try new things," she replied cheerfully. "Haven't you tried….well…anything besides the ordinary?"

"I like sex. I don't see the point in changing something that is already bloody awesome," he said scowling.

"Hmmm." The witch hummed and took a gulp of her wine.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Harry demanded.

"Nothing," she said innocently.

"No, you hummed," the wizard accused. "You always hum when you have something you want to say, but don't." He'd known the woman for years. He knew her tells.

"Oh, it's just that Ginny may have mentioned that you were rather unadventurous in bed, and I'd just hoped that some witch might have tempted you by now to expand your horizons," she responded. Honestly she didn't really like thinking about him with other women, but she'd resolved years ago to never act jealous or to stand in the way of his happiness.

"So, what have you done, huh? You want me to share, well quid pro quo," he said in a huff.

Hermione rolled her eyes at his antics. "Take another drink first, Harry. You aren't keeping up," she said gesturing to his glass. She watched him down the rest of his wine, so she just shrugged and finished off hers as well. She went to pour them what was left in the bottle as Harry summoned the second one to top them off.

"Ok, Mione, we're sufficiently lubricated," he said with a cheeky grin. "What have you done?"

"Well, I've done some bondage, bdsm, spanking and such. I'd like to explore more, but you really do need a partner you can trust," she started.

"So, you tie people up?" he asked.

Hermione smiled. "Yeah, it's fun. It's fun to be in control of another person like that, to have them at your mercy. It's also fun to not be in control. That one is harder for me though. You have to extra trust someone for that, but if you have the right partner….." the woman trailed off, closing her eyes and licking her lips at the memory.

Harry took another large gulp of his wine and reached over for his throw pillow for the second time that night. "Do you like spanking people too or do you get spanked?" he asked.

The witch's eyes fluttered open. "What? Oh yes to both. I enjoy switching it up, which can also be an issue. A lot of the people that are in to that, also have a preference towards being a sub or a dom, and don't like to switch up their rolls," she explained. "Now, it's your turn to answer questions," she decreed.

Harry took a deep breath and grabbed the wine bottle and held it up. "First?" he said. She nodded and filled both glasses again.

"So," Hermione started. "What exactly do you do? Is it just vaginal sex and …blowjobs?"

"Hey, I'm not a jerk. I go down too," he said defensively. "I love eating pussy, and I'm good at it," he declared proudly.

Hermione shrugged, "Sounds fairly boring to me"

"Boring? Boring? I have never left a bird unsatisfied! Not even once! I'd eat pussy for hours if I needed to," he shot back.

Hermione arched her brow. "Really no one was left unsatisfied? With your limitations?" she said incredulously.

"Well, if your so bloody talented, then show me. Prove that I'm missing out," he challenged.

The woman glared back at him, and said, "Fine! Then how about you show me how well you eat pussy. See it you're really as good as you seem to think you are."

They stared at each other for a moment, heat reflected in both their eyes. Then they were kissing. Devouring each other really, as they grasped each other desperately. Harry pulled back slightly from Hermione's lips, "This is really happening," he said.

"Oh, yeah it is," Hermione agreed before attacking his mouth once more. Harry pushed her back until she lay flat on the couch. He pressed himself onto her. He ground his erection into her thigh. She responded by opening her legs and wrapping them around him. He took the invitation and rubbed his cock over her covered mound. They both moaned at the contact. They fumbled for a few moments more before Hermione pulled away.

"Harry, we need to stop," she said breathlessly. The wizard stopped in an instant, his head coming to rest on her shoulder.

"Yeah, I suppose we do," he said sadly.

"We need sober up potions," the witch responded.

Harry frowned, lifting his head to see her face. "What?"

"We need sober up potions," she repeated. "We're not going to shag for the first time drunk. For one, to do otherwise would be irresponsible, and second, I sure as hell want to remember this.

The wizard smiled and hopped off of the couch and ran to the bathroom for the potions. He turned to go back to the living room and found Hermione right behind him with her hand outstretched. He handed her a potion, and they downed them both together. It took a few seconds for the potion to set in. Once it had, he looked back to Hermione. Heat still filled her eyes, "How do you feel about blindfolds," she asked.