Looking For Questions

Love is the answer, but while you are waiting for the answer, sex raises some pretty good questions

-Woody Allen

She hadn't been expecting it. As much as she was caught off guard she was awed. It was unbelievable. When his lips touched hers, her whole body tingled. The heat and passion were more than she ever imagined possible. He was tentative but loving. His lips slowly moved against hers. Their bodies were pressed so close together she could feel every muscle in his body tense.

When he slowly moved his tongue against her lips, she thought she would implode. She granted him access and he explored hungrily.

He teased. He tasted. He tortured.

Deep in her gut a foreign feeling of want started to wrench and tighten. It was growing so fast she thought it would consume her. Her hands moved from around his neck to his chest, playing timidly with his hair. When their tongues brushed the first time she felt a spark of something new. It terrified her.

She pulled back and looked up at his eyes. They were darkened with desire and lust. The expression of confusion on her face shocked the desire right out of him. He blushed a deep crimson and brought his hand up to rub the back of his neck.

"I...uh...like your sunglasses." He said, embarrassedly motioning back to the table on the beach. She narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at him. She hadn't really looked at him for a long time.

He was taller now; verging on six feet with a body that could make Mrs. Black swoon. His once disheveled hair had grown out into a nice messy curl. His green eyes were as vibrant as ever with a slight shadow of someone who'd seen too much for their short years. His face was kind with strong structure and developing laugh lines. He was Harry. The same as he'd always been…and yet the desire she'd felt, the desire she'd seen brought out a whole new side of him.

He shifted uncomfortably under her gaze.

"Luna gave them to me." She said softly. He gave her a puzzled glance. She cleared her throat awkwardly. "The sunglasses…Luna gave them to me." She turned to look longingly at their belonging, so close and yet so far. She needed to get away from him. She needed an escape. "I'm going to go get another drink. Do you want one?"

He nodded and croaked out "yes". He watched her as she walked away. 'Fuck.' He thought to himself as he walked back towards the beach.

For the rest of the afternoon an unpleasant weight hung above them. Hermione had drunken far too many drinks. Margaritas were only the forerunner. She had tried every frozen drink the bartender would make for her. She was currently on her third Chilly Leprechaun.

Harry hadn't been much better. He felt like his actions were the proverbial elephant in the room. Neither one of them wanted to address the problem in front of them. 'But it shouldn't be a problem' Harry thought woefully. He sipped his Chi-Chi slowly and decided to do as Hermione do. 'If she's going to ignore it, then I'm going to ignore it.'

As the sun lowered in the sky the two friends wandered back into their wonderfully situated hotel room. They were overcome by the whoosh of cool air when they opened the heavy door.

"So I was thinking we should go check out the Mexican restaurant they have on site tonight." Harry said, shutting the door behind him. Hermione walked carefully into the bathroom, turning on the light and the shower.

"That sounds like a plan. I'm going to have a shower first." She slurred with a smile on her face. He nodded and watched the door close. He grabbed a pinch of floo power and headed over to the small fireplace in the corner of the room. Although cross-continental floo was not possible for your whole body, you were able to communicate by heads, allowing for easy access to those at home.

"170 Huntington Place." He said clearly into the green flames. Fireplaces whirred in front of his eyes until he came face to face with Ron and Luna's living room. "Ronald." He called in an uncanny imitation of Mrs. Weasley. He chuckled as he saw a disheveled Ron run quickly into the room, tucking his shirt into his pants.

"Potter, I'm going to kill you." He said frowning as he saw whose head was in the fireplace.

"I'm sorry to interrupt the sexfest. But I need some advice."

"You're in Mexico with Hermione. What do you need advice about?" Harry raised his eyebrows and Ron understood. "You need advice about Hermione. Well I don't know how I can help you out there mate. You always understood her better than I did."

"Things are a bit rum between us since we got here."

"Hermione's always been a bit odd. I've always said she was out of her mind."

"I'm the one who's out of my mind." As Harry continued to explain the problem he was currently having; he didn't hear the water shut off in the bathroom. As Hermione toweled off, she could hear Harry talking softly. Figuring she had flooed someone at home, she didn't think much of it. She hummed drunkenly to herself as she used her wand to dry her hair. Smiling, she looked into the mirror and started putting on makeup. She had definitely started to gain back her colour.

"You've never thought about Hermione that way?"

"No. I mean not really. Sure there were a couple times that I appreciated having a female body around, but this is worse."

"Do you maybe…like her?" Harry looked back at Ron with wide eyes.

"But it's Hermione."

"Look I was always the first to say "it's Hermione" but incase you hadn't noticed, she's the only woman in your life who's constantly there…other than my mother and you might have a bit of an Oedipus complex if you thought about mum like that." Harry looked at Ron dumbfounded.

"How the hell do you know who Oedipus is?"

"Oi! I listen to Hermione once and awhile too." He said with a grin. Harry just shook his head and had to place one hand on the ground to stop himself from falling over. "Potter are you pissed?" Harry looked up and Ron innocently.

"Who me?" Ron nodded. "Maybe a little bit." Ron let out a loud laugh and smiled at his best friend. When Hermione heard the laugh through the door, she knew it was Ron. Thinking she'd go say hello herself, she opened the door slightly. "Well maybe I should get on with it."

"Going to ask Hermione to make glorious love to you?" Hermione froze when she heard Ron utter her name. What was he talking about? She stepped back into the bathroom and almost closed the door, leaving it open enough so she could hear what the boys were saying.

"Oh sod off Ron. I don't know where this is coming from and I sure as hell don't know what it means. All I know is that I've never wanted to…do things to Hermione before." Hermione's eyes widened.

"Well Hermione's Hermione and I'm sure she already knows. Her ability to read you is just creepy." Harry nodded mournfully. "I need to go. Luna will be wondering where I've disappeared to."

"I'll talk to you about it later then."

"Alright mate." Ron said giving his friend a slight smile. He turned around to walk out of the room and paused. Harry sighed and went to pull his head out of the fireplace but was stopped by Ron turning back towards him. "Oh and Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't be a prat to her." Harry laughed softly to himself as he stood up from the floor. He felt himself falling slightly to the left and righted himself quickly. When his eyes traveled from the floor up, he saw Hermione standing in the hallway.

She had adorned a gorgeous brown and white dress and his breath was taken away. It was tight on the top and lower cut then she would wear in England. It cinched in at the waist and fluted out into a full skirt. It swayed when she walked. He watched her grab some open toed heels and he smiled when she looked up at him.

"What?" She asked raising a well manicured eyebrow. "You've been giving me those wonky looks since we got here."

"Wonky?"

"Yes wonky. I don't know what it means but I have a feeling there's something you're not telling me." He looked back at her with feigned innocence.

"Hermione, love, have I ever kept something from you?" He said with a suave grin on is lips. She looked at him and raised both of her eyebrows. "Never mind, don't answer that." He added hastily. She just smiled.

He walked quickly to her side and offered her his arm. "To dinner we go." He exclaimed, pulling her out the door, leaving her stumbling along beside him.

The restaurant was Mexican, a food Hermione particularly enjoyed. The décor was traditional, if a little stereotypical with sombreros not only on the walls but on the band of elves singing in Spanish in the corner. A bottle of wine or two later and the two friends were in fits of laughter. Somewhere along the line the conversation had slipped into the gutter.

"Best kisser?" Harry asked, bringing his chardonnay to his lips.

"Hmmm…that would have to be…" She looked down at her plate embarrassed. "You didn't even know I kissed him."

"Come on, just tell me." She mumbled something quietly and he looked at her expectantly. "Pardon?"

"Malfoy."

"When did you kiss Malfoy?" He exclaimed hardly able to imagine the blond kissing his best friend. The fact the he could imagine it, even just a little bit, made the ugly jealous monster inside of him rear up.

"It doesn't matter." He didn't want to push it because he didn't want that monster to show its face. "What about you?" She asked smiling and twirling her wine in its glass.

"Best kisser?" Hermione bit her lip and thought for a minute.

"Not best kisser...best sex…wait…how many people have you had sex with?" Harry sighed and looked down at his plate.

"Well let's see; there was Cho." Hermione choked.

"You slept with Cho?" She asked incredulously. "You were 15!"

"You kissed Draco." He said softly. "Moving on. There was Ginny..."

"Obviously."

"Susan, Kristin and Sophie."

"So you're at six." She asked impressed at how low the number actually was.

"Yes."

"Well who was the best?" She asked with a coy smile on her lips.

"Honestly?"

"Is there any other way?" She sighed dramatically and raised a hand to fan her face à la Scarlet O'Hara. His eyes slowly turned darker in the flickering candlelight with an expression she couldn't place.

"You." She narrowed her eyes and let out a low hiss.

"We promised that we would never mention it again. For all purposes it never happened."

It had been seventh year, during the infamous Horcrux hunt. When Percy had been killed by an inside attack of Death Eaters at the ministry, Ron had been called home, and there was no way around it. So the trio was down to two and living in a makeshift magic tent just outside of Budapest.

It was cold.

It was fucking cold.

They were sitting huddled up together holding one of Hermione's blue flames on their laps and when Hermione turned to say something her breath softly caressed Harry's ear. He shuddered. She apologized but the air had gotten thicker.

Over the course of the night they couldn't count the number of times they 'accidentally' touched each other. She had tried all evening to ignore the fact that every brush was fueled with an electricity she had never experienced. Hermione was convinced it was because of the lack of human contact they'd experienced since leaving the UK. When he was saying goodnight he leaned over to kiss her forehead. Something he'd done hundreds of times and it had always been…well…plutonic. But this time was different. When he pulled back and looked at her with eyes filled with lust and admiration.

She kissed him.

Kisses led to touching and touching led to sex. Sex with Harry was exciting and new. Every time he let his touched her he traced fire under her skin. She had never had sex like that. Ever since they had decided to forget it ever happened she compared the men she slept with to him, and to that night of pure sexual perfection.

"It happened Hermione and it was incredible, you can't ignore it." She smiled shyly at him.

"I guess it's not going to hurt anyone anymore. After all you were on and off with Ginny…"

"And you were sleeping with Ron." He said nonchalantly.

"You knew about that?" He laughed softly as she let her mouth drop open just a little.

"Blokes don't take about romantic shit but they sure as hell tell their friends when they're getting some."

"Well at any rate Ron and I weren't together yet." She said sticking her nose up and taking a sip of wine. She felt his eyes rake over her and she looked down at her lap.

"And you're not together now…" He whispered huskily.

"Harry." She cautioned.

"Did you feel it?" He asked quickly, the low tone of his voice still ripe with desire. He grabbed her hand and kissed her open palm. She took a deep breath. "The heat and electricity we had in the tent in Budapest. It was in that kiss today." He softly bit the fleshy part between her thumb and first finger. She shivered. "I don't know about you but I think the best sex of my life deserves a second chance."

She wasn't going to lie and say she wasn't interested. The wine and his soft voice were going to her head. Of course she had felt it, she had thought about it constantly since the afternoon. That kind of simmering sexual passion was rare and the mind-blowing orgasm she knew would follow was even harder to come by. She looked up at him through her thick eyelashes and smiled coyly.

"This doesn't change anything." She said quietly. He nodded. She stood up from the table and looked down at him. His gaze was expectant…he knew she'd agree. She walked away from the table.

'One'…he thought to himself… 'Two'…he bit his lip… 'Three'.

"Are you coming with me?"

A/N Please don't hate me. I know it took a long time. And it'll probably continue taking a long time. School and life are just getting in the way right now. Please forgive me!

K