Harry decided that his mind had officially lost all coherent thought. Having little experience with girls, this was an entirely new feeling… one which he would probably regret having. He tried to remember whose tongue was currently trying to pry it's way into his closed mouth, but he simple couldn't. Hermione was becoming a bit impatient. She dug hands further into his hair and pulled back not so gently. This sudden jolt caused him to open his mouth just enough for Hermione to rise up on her knees and plunge into it.

Their position on the floor was still awkward and uncomfortable, so Hermione was trying to balance herself at this new "dominant" angle by putting her weight on one knee. Harry noticed her discomfort and instability. Being the gentlemen that he was, he let one leg that was previously bent in front of him to fall to the side. He pulled her up by the waist to sit in between his one bent leg and on top of the other thigh.

Hermione was beginning to loose rational thought as well, and mentally berated herself for it.

'Okay, let's focus. This is just like recording the results of an experiment. I have to take mental notes. Okay, Harry is defiantly better at closed-mouth kissing. His lips are more relaxed than Ron's, and he tilts his head at a more comfortable angle. His mouth feels better. It's warmer, and not to…uh, slimy. He doesn't slobber… okay. This is good. This is much better, even though he's not really responding all that well… okay, he's less tense now, and at least he's moving his tongue a little.'

In the meantime, Harry's thoughts had went from 'I shouldn't be doing this' to '……..'

His hands were still gripping her hips. He pulled her down so that her head rested on his shoulder and he had better access to her mouth. Being the Parselmouth he is, he literally snaked his tongue into her mouth. He slithered it up and down the sides of her tongue while gently nibbling her bottom lip with his teeth.

Hermione was in absolute ecstasy. While Harry believed he was merely "slithering," the small vibrations emanating from the subtle hissing sounds were coursing through her entire body. She moaned into his mouth, a bit louder than she should have, and bucked her hips. She couldn't seem to sit still, as there was no outlet for her pleasure.

Harry pulled her hips closer to his, but was mindful not to come in direct contact with her. He was fully excited, painfully, but his subconscious told him to keep his distance while his body was screaming in protest. He settled for moving his leg so that her legs were straddling his thigh. At least that was a bit safer, with little direct sexual contact.

His pathetic excuse for mental note-taking was 'Okay, she likes… she's moaning… oh god… slither more… she's grinding my thigh… oh… um… slither more… bite… suck…slither… more moaning… was that her or me?'

Hermione's hands were still wound in his hair. She was desperately trying to pull him closer. Those vibrations were driving her crazy! They seemed to be traveling directly from her mouth down to where she was currently grinding herself onto Harry's thigh. She lost control when Harry discovered a new way to make her moan, even more loudly. He used the same slithering motion, but twisted his tongue in and out of her mouth quickly and sensually. It traveled from back to tip, rubbing and tickling, in and out. It was so suggestive, so full of raw passion that Hermione had quite literally exploded. Yep, all over Harry's pant leg.

Harry was at a loss of what to do. He was kissing her, she was moaning, breathing heavy, grinding, then all of a sudden she clamped her legs together, broke the kiss, and let out a throaty scream. Now she was panting heavily, hiding her face, holding onto him, and his leg was all wet. He decided to voice his confusion.

"What just…? Did…did you just…?"

"Yes."

Hermione couldn't say anything more. She just came all over her best friend, while she was supposed to be dating her other best friend. She was so embarrassed! But it wasn't entirely her fault right? Who has an orgasm from just kissing? 'Apparently me…' she thought weekly. 'He was soooo…ugh!'

Harry gulped. He was extremely startled, and worried. He was also painfully aware of his aching erection. Hermione still had her face covered. She was too afraid to look at him. She really felt like crying. She just had the best, and most unexpected experience of her life. It felt so right, but it was really, really wrong.

"Um, I… I have to go…"

Hermione looked heartbroken. 'Oh no! I scared him. He'll never speak to me again… I just ruined our friendship!'

"Harry wait, please. I'm so sorry, it just happened! I didn't plan… or mean to…"

Harry was shocked at the outburst, especially when she began crying.

"No! Hermione no, that's not it! I'll be back, I just, I have to… um."

Harry glanced down at himself. Hermione, for the first time became aware that he was sporting a rather impressively large tent, and his whole thigh was sopping wet.

"Oh! Oh, I'm sorry. uh…"

Hermione just turned her head while Harry headed off to the bathroom. 'Poor Harry, that must have been so painful… I can't believe this!"

She tried to wipe her eyes before any tears could fall. 'Oh no. What time is it?' Hermione glanced at the clock on the wall. It was 10:34. Everyone would be back by 11:30, so she at least had an hour to get cleaned up. The Mrs. Weasley took Ron and Ginny to Diagon Alley for school supplies. Order members were always popping in and out of the house, but no on bothered Harry seeing as he was understandably rather anti-social this summer.

'Hold on, I came up here after brunch. That was at 9:30. We talked for at least ten minutes. So… we were snogging for over twenty minutes? No wonder he just ran to the bathroom! Oh, I'm such a bitch!'

Hermione buried her face in her hands. Her brilliant plan turned out to be so bloody stupid!