1Chapter 4- Remembering
The taxi brought Harry and Hermione to the airport, which was so crowded that no one noticed that they didn't go inside when they got into another cab. When they got to the hotel, Harry quickly led Hermione to the check-in desk, where he was promptly given two keycards. A lanky bellboy took the suitcases to the suite on the sixth floor that they had, and the two followed him. Hermione began to unpack, and Harry helped.
"Harry, I am eternally grateful for all you've done to help," Hermione began.
"It's not a big deal," Harry said. Hermione cocked an eyebrow, and they laughed for no apparent reason. "Mione, I was-"
"Did you just call me 'Mione'?" Harry nodded. "No one's called me that since . . . you last did."
"Yeah. I as thinking about us. You remember that, right?"
"Of course. How could I forget?" she said.
"Did you want to?"
"Never," Hermione said, sitting on the bed. "The only thing I wanna forget is the past few years." Harry sat down next to her.
"Same here. It hasn't been right, not seeing you everyday. I was just remembering how it began."
"It was fifth year, and you came to my house for Easter holiday," Hermione said with a smile, trailing off into happy memories.
***
"Thanks for letting me spend the holiday with your family," Harry said.
"I couldn't leave you alone at Hogwarts," Hermione said. "It's too bad that my parents were called outta town, though," she said, unpacking her trunk.
"Yeah," he agreed, going through Hermione's stack of CDs. "What's this one?" Harry held up a burned CD that read Kaylee's Mix, and Hermione snatched it out of his hand.
"My cousin sent it to me. She got me hooked on American music," she said popping it into her stereo. "This one song really sums up how I feel about . . . this one guy." The song began playing, and Hermione put it on repeat before sitting on her bed. Harry sat next to her and let the words sink in. He soon found himself singing along with Hermione. When the song ended the first time, they both bust out laughing.
"I get how you feel about the song. What's it called?" Harry asked.
"'When You Look Me in The Eyes'. You couldn't guess?"
"Don't tease me for not following Muggle American pop music. So, you fancy somebody . . . who's the lucky guy to grab the attention of the smartest witch of the age?"
"Now who's teasing," Hermione said. "Just for that, I'm not telling."
"Not fair!" Harry said, pouting. "I'll tell you the girl I fancy if you tell me the guy you fancy. Deal?" Hermione held a hand to her chin as she fake-pondered the proposition that Harry had given her.
"Deal. So, who's the lucky girl to capture the fancy of the famous Harry Potter?"
"Hey!"
"I'm just getting you back for the comment you gave me. So . . . who is she? Do I know her?"
"Quite well, actually. You could say that you know her the best out of anybody, except for me at times," he said.
"Oh, really?" Hermione said.
"Yeah. And for this bloke- do I know him?"
"Yeah, he is to you who the girl you like is to me. Then we could totally double date, if we're so close," she said with a twinge of sadness.
"I don't think that that would work out," Harry said.
"And why is that?"
"I couldn't possibly go out with you if you're there with some other guy," Harry said.
"That makes sen-wait! You fancy me?" Harry nodded. "Good, because it would be painful to see you with some other chick on your arm." Harry nodded, then did a double-take.
"You fancy me?" Hermione smiled, and Harry gently pressed his lips to hers. They both felt the sparks in that kiss.
"More than fancy," she said. "I love you." Harry kissed her again, a bit more forcefully, and Hermione quickly responded, opening her mouth when she felt his tongue on her lips. They only broke the lip-lock when oxygen became necessary.
"That's good, because I love you, Hermione Granger. And did anyone ever tell you that you're a fantastic kisser?" She shook her head and he leaned in for another searing kiss. The intensity kept building the longer their lips touched. Their tongues danced in the other's mouths, and Hermione took off her tee shirt, revealing a black lace bra. They fell backwards on the bed and Harry pulled his shirt off. Harry hovered over Hermione's form, trailing kisses down her neck, eliciting squeals from her. She kicked off her pants and moved to help Harry out of his when he grabbed her wrists and pinned them down over her head.
"Harry?"
"'Mione, are you sure?" he asked.
"Yes. I've never been more sure of anything."
"Everything will change."
"Change is good," Hermione murmured, continuing kissing this one sensitive spot he had under his jaw. Harry released her wrists and she fumbled with his belt, smiling when she got it off. She slid the jeans down his legs and Harry kicked them off. Harry hitched one of Hermione's legs over his hip, and Hermione wrapped both around his waist, feeling his hardness rub against herself. She let out a loud moan, and Harry unclasped her bra, tearing it away from her body and kneading her breasts with his hands.
"Harry!" she called out as she pulled down his boxers, letting his erection spring free. She gazed at it for a moment, wondering how he would fit, before Harry entrapped her in another kiss. Harry stripped off her poor excuse for knickers and situated himself between her legs. He stopped, waiting for a signal to continue. Hermione nodded and Harry gently pushed himself into her core. They both gasped at the unfamiliar feeling, and Harry stopped when he reached her barrier. With a quick smile from Hermione, Harry broke through. Hermione cried out in pain.
"Oh, God, I'm sorry," he said.
"Don't be. Keep going. I'll be fine. You really need to stop worrying sometimes." Harry headed her advice, slowly pulling out of her, then pushing back in. He continued his thrusting, watching as Hermione's expression changed from pain to pleasure. Soon Hermione began bucking her hips to meet his thrusts, the two of them coming closer to their peaks.
"Mione...I'm so close."
"Me too." With one final thrust, both teens reached their orgasm, crying out the others' name. Harry rolled off of Hermione and lay next to her, both of them trying to steady their breathing.
"Merlin, that was...are you okay, Mione? I didn't hurt you too badly, did I?"
"I was told that it would hurt the first time."
"I'm so sorry, Mione," he said. Hermione held a finger to his lips.
"It's a good kind of hurt. Trust me."
"With my life," Harry said, kissing her again. "It won't always hurt you, right?"
"There's only one way to find out," Hermione said with a smile.
***
"That was one of the best days of my life," Hermione said. "It was so cute how worried you were about me being hurt."
"I love you. I never want you to hurt," he said. Hermione rewarded Harry with a kiss, which promptly led to more.
