Author Note

Expanded slightly, a few grammatical and spelling errors fixed and with an added NSFW scene in the broom closet. My mind has been quite wandering this week, more so than usual. Being on a narcotic cough medicine has probably not helped.

Hermione and Harry were sitting in the library trying to do research. Ron was off who knows where but Hermione was not at all worried about that given his behavior towards Harry. Ron was one of the people who believed that Harry had somehow put his name in the Goblet so was no longer speaking to him, and by extension Hermione since she supported Harry.

"Hey Hermione do you shave, trim or let your pubic hair grow natural?"

She was deep in a book when he asked that so replied, "I trim it." Then she recognized what the question was that she had answered without thinking. "WHAT?"

She was immediately hushed by Miss Pince with a glare.

"Why did you ask me that?"
"I was just curious. I was reading an article in Teen Witch about how to keep your wizard's wand warm and they talked about that being one of the things a witch could do."
"Oh. I doubt you'll find much useful information there for the tournament."

"I know but my mind is going to explode. I've been cramming combat spells, defensive spells, healing spells, all kinds of spells into my head and I still don't know if I'm going to survive this. So I needed a break."

She put a book mark in and closed the book. Leaning forward to keep her voice low. "Okay Harry. I'm sorry. I'm just nervous for you. It seems like every year is a new way for the universe to try to kill you."
"Yeah. At least I have you to help try and prevent that."

"Well of course. Now why did you ask?"

He shrugged, "Well just curious. I guess. I've never seen that part of a girl before, ever. And I didn't know what the big deal is."

She frowned, "Didn't you have health and hygiene in primary?"

"I did but they separated the boys from the girls at our school."

"Oh. Okay. Ours held the classes together in sixth form. But I've never seen a real penis before either just pictures in books."

"Oh uh okay." Harry blushed at the frank words.

"Its nothing to blush about Harry that's the proper word for that part of your anatomy."

"I know but it makes me feel funny when you talk about it."
Hermione raised her eyebrow and stamped down on a smile. "Oh. Funny as in stiff funny?"

He glanced around the room before nodding.

"Well that's nothing to be ashamed of either. Its perfectly normal biology. Although getting one for me is just more that I'm a girl and you're a hormonal teen male."

"Uh Millicent or Pansy doesn't cause this feeling. And you aren't that bad."

She chuckled a little bit awkwardly. "Uh so do I cause this feeling in your, uh, in you a lot?"
"A bit."
"Oh okay. Well thank you."

"Yeah."

"And as for why trimming, shaving or letting grow natural is a big deal there is some health debate about it as well as the aesthetics of it. Some people think its not very attractive to be hairy while others do."

"You're really comfortable talking about this."

"Well my parents are both medical people Harry. As well as intelligent and mature. Well except for dad can be a bit immature at times, but mom still loves him. So I grew up in a house that talked about things and didn't hide behind a lot of euphemisms. Don't your aunt and uncle talk to you about this?"

Harry looked glum and toyed with the magazine, "My aunt and uncle don't like to talk to me about much of anything, let alone this kind of talk. The only thing my uncle has said to me about reproduction is don't and do the world a favor."

Hermione's sharp intake of breath made Harry jump because usually it was followed by a rant at someone or the world in general. She let the air out though without causing a scene. Probably because they were in the library and she had been shushed once already.

"That's just wrong Harry. We will discus that later but right now we'll talk about this. Why did you ask me. I mean you could have asked Ginny or someone else."
"Well I'm not as comfortable about asking Ginny. She's Ron's little sister and I dunno. I just feel comfortable asking you. I'm comfortable with you. I feel safe."

"Well yeah I feel comfortable with you. Sort of like a brother."

Harry mumbled something under his breath that she didn't catch.

"Excuse me?"

"Uh. Yeah we better get back to work."

"No you were right. We need to take a break. You're worried about this and asked me a question that started all this. So what did you just say Harry."

"Uh I said I doubt brothers would have the kind of dreams I'm having about their sister."
"Well I don't know about some of the pure-bloods but if they are the sort of dreams I'm thinking they are I'm flattered Harry."

"Uh you don't know what sort of dreams they are."

"Somewhat of a sexual fantasy nature?"

He was blushing hard enough to almost count as a Weasley she noticed. She thought he looked cute. Hermione was thinking to herself she hadn't considered boys yet specifically. She had known of course that at some point her own hormones would kick in and cause her to start thinking and having feelings but maybe the brotherly feelings she had for Harry were not quite as platonic as she thought. Especially as she sat and talked to him like this. She had utterly no plans to ever talk like this to Ron. He annoyed her too much to ever be that comfortable with him.

"Uh yeah." He said without elaborating.

"Well that's perfectly normal too Harry."

"So do you have those kind of dreams too?"

"Well not about girls, but I must admit my natural curiosity has led my mind to have some interesting dreams."

"About me?"

She shook her head, "No. Not about anyone in particular or specific. Just in general."

"Oh." Harry sounded slightly disappointed.

"So what else does this article say a witch should do."
"Well I mean normal stuff like pay attention to him. Be nice to him. Listen to him when he's in trouble..."Harry's voice drifted off as he looked up from the magazine into Hermione's eyes.

Hermione smiled as their eyes met. She definitely felt a warm tingle rush down her body. "UH yeah. That only makes sense Harry."

"Have you ever read this article?"

She shook her head, "No I can honestly say Teen Witch is more Ginny or Lavender then me."
"Oh. You do a lot of the stuff in the article did you know that?"

"Well no I didn't but I do it just because I like you Harry."

"Oh. That makes me happy. I like you too."

She sighed, "So while we're talking do you have any other questions?"

"Uh yeah maybe but I dunno. They are kinda personal."
Sighing she reached over to take his hand. "Harry I've already confessed to you I trim my pubic hair. I think we're past the point of personal, and anyhow if I find a question too improper I'll tell you. I won't get angry with you. After all one of my favorite things is to follow knowledge like a sinking star."

"Okay. uh. One of the other things is to wear naughty underwear. Do you do that?"

"I don't even own any naughty underwear. Its all very practical. Although I do have some in various colors. Mom has said when I get a bit older she'll take me to this shop where she has bought some but not yet."

"Neat. Your mom sounds like a nice person."
"She is. I can talk to her about anything. Dad is okay up until we get into the female biology stuff like periods and masturbation then he runs screaming from the room like a little girl."
"Really?"

"No, not really but he might as well. He lets mom handle all of that. Though he has bought my pads before."

"Pads?"

"Uh feminine hygiene products for our periods."

"Oh." Harry said in confusion.

"You really don't know a lot of this?"
Harry shrugged. "Like I said my aunt and uncle don't like to talk to me and since I can't go to the library or really do much." He trailed off as Hermione's expression hardened.

"You can't go to the library?"

"Well uh no. Its across town and the Dursleys don't like me going there because it takes me too long. And when I was younger I couldn't get there as someone always brought me back when I wandered off."

"Oh. For fu. Anyhow Harry." She said visibly calming down.

"The other stuff in the article is not a big deal. I think you look nice without make up and stuff."
She definitely felt that warm tingle in her chest settle lower. Distracting her from wanting to go find his aunt and uncle and turning them into friends for Trevor.

"Well thank you. I appreciate that."

He smiled at her.

"So I take it the concept of the female breast is another mystery to you."

He blushed hard again.

"Uh yeah. I mean I notice them. And notice all the size differences but beyond that."

She looked down. "Well these are C cups. Susan is about a DD and Ginny is a B. That just means how far they stick out. Beyond that there really isn't much difference structurally. Maybe a few cosmetic things like the nipple size or shape. Lavender got us to all compare last year one evening."

"oh." Harry said with a strange glazed expression Hermione found funny.

"Yes we all got topless and examined our breasts Harry and no it didn't turn into a girl orgy."

"Oh I wasn't really thinking that. That's more Seamus."

"Right Harry sure." She said in amusement.

"Okay maybe I was thinking that a little bit." He confessed.

"So speaking of orgies and sex you do know how to do it right?"

He was going to have an aneurysm if he kept blushing like that Hermione thought. "Uh sort of yeah. I mean the guy puts it in her and they do some stuff and then get done."

Hermione sat blinking at Harry for several moments.

"I got it wrong?"
"Sort of, kinda, no. But yeah. There's a bit more to it than that."
"Well Seamus and Dean have talked about a lot of stuff and Seamus claims he and his cousin did some stuff so I don't know. I filtered a lot of the more ludicrous stuff Seamus said out."

"Probably for the better. Locker room and pub talk as dad calls it."

"So you know?"

"Well mom and dad did give me the talk before I came to school here and answer any questions I have. More mom than dad again but he has answered a few questions I've had from the male perspective."

Harry looked wistfully into the distance.

"Harry? I'm sorry. Did I say something wrong."
"No. Sorry. I was just wondering what its like to have nice parents like that."

"You don't...They aren't nice to you?"

"Hunh? Sorry, I was thinking out loud. Uh forget that." Harry looked awkwardly at the table again. Sliding his finger around in circles.

"Harry you have got something going on at home. Please tell me. Maybe I can help you."

"I doubt it." He glumly said toying with the magazine again.

"Harry." She began before he frowned.

"Just forget it okay. I don't like to talk about that place." He firmly declared.

Sighing inwardly she tabled those thoughts for later. "Okay sorry."

"No I'm sorry. Its just. Complicated." He looked like he regretted snapping at her but still didn;t look up.
"Okay. How about we go back to your original questions and set that aside for later."

"About your pubic hair." He said grinning awkwardly.

"Yeah. Which do you think you'd like better?"

"Uh I dunno." He blushed in confused awkwardness.

"Well tell you what you put that magazine up and we get some more research done for the tournament. Then on the way back to Gryffindor tower we can stop by a broom closet and I can use some hair manipulation charms to let you see for yourself so you can decide."
His eyes grew wide as she nodded while smiling to reassure him she meant what she said. Harry was up like a rocket returning the magazine to its rack.

Hermione shook her head. She was definitely going to be having quite a few questions for her mother in the next letter home. Until then though it would seem that she was going to be teaching Harry a lot more things than just charms.

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Walking back to the Gryffindor Tower Harry was quiet until Hermione opened a broom closet and pulled him inside.

"Uh Hermione?"

"I told you I would show you."
"Yeah you did. So uh what do you want me to do?" He asked in an odd tone of voice.

"Well just stand there okay?" She said undoing her skirt and taking it off revealing white practical knickers. Hermione could see Harry's eyes dilate and he was transfixed.

"These are just common white Asda knickers Harry."
"Yeah but, you're in them."
Hooking her thumbs in the waistband she slid them off. "Not anymore." She said standing there bare from the waist down.

Harry's breathing had become a bit odd as he looked at Hermione's curly triangle, neatly trimmed just like she said. "Wow. You look. Beautiful."

"Thank you Harry. Now like I said I would show you a few other options okay?"

He just nodded. She took her wand and pointed it between her legs. Saying the hair removal charm she was soon bare and smooth between her legs. Her labia exposed fully to Harry's gaze. She felt her own tight warm feeling settling in between her legs and could tell she was beginning to get lubricated. Looking at Harry she saw him lick his lips slightly. "So what do you think of the completely bare?"

"It looks nice." He squeaked after a moment.

"Okay. Next I'll show you fully untrimmed and hairy. Okay?"
He just nodded as she pointed her wand again and felt her hairs grow out thick and wild. Long curly brown carpet covered her pubes. "So what do you think Harry?"
"Its nice but I think I like the trimmed version the best." He said carefully.

She took her wand and trimmed herself back into a nice neat triangle. "Like this?"
"Yeah? What does it feel like?"

She took a deep breath as she was about to jump off a cliff that there was no going back from. "Give me your hand."

He had seemed to stop breathing as his mouth opened a couple of times before snapping shut and swallowing hard.

"Its okay Harry. I trust you. So give me your hand please?" She gently said trying to keep her voice level and calm even though her heart was racing faster than she had ever felt before.
He stepped forward and let her take his hand and place it between her legs. He let it sit there for a moment before he began to rub her outer labia when she nodded. "Its soft and fuzzy."
Making a small mewling noise Hermione nodded, "Yeah. Harry take your finger and slide it in me."
He did like she asked causing her knees to buckle slightly. He pulled his hand back to steady her causing her to gasp. "No don't stop Harry it just felt good."

"Oh okay." He said as he put his hand back where it had been and began rubbing again.

"A little higher, you'll feel something that feels like a little nubbin. Rub and pinch that Harry. Please." She moaned as she took his head with her arm and kissed him. Her tongue sliding into his mouth when he obeyed her and reached her clitoris. Her moaning gasp into his mouth almost stopped him but she took her other hand down and unzipped his pants. Reaching in and pulling his stiff shaft out she began to stroke it like her mother had told her how.

After a few moments she felt a tight spasming sensation begin in her groin and spread through her abdomen. Coming in waves she bucked against Harry's hand as she felt his shaft spasm in her hand and a warm wetness hit her on the hip.

Coming down off their mutual orgasms the two leaned on each other. Harry holding Hermione in his arms as she rested her head on his chest.

"Wow Hermione. I was not expecting you to do that."
"Yeah well girls get aroused too you know. We have needs." She chuckled.

"Okay no problem. Anytime you need them taken care of I'll help out."
She looked up into his eyes, "I hope so Mister." She said kissing him gently again.

Taking her wand she cast a cleaning charm on herself and Harry. "We better get things put away and back to the tower."

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The next morning Harry met Hermione to walk to breakfast. "Hi Hermione. Sleep well?"
Looking around she took him in her arms and kissed him on the lips quickly. "Yeah I did. How about you?"
"Aside from some rather awkward dreams I slept rather well." He chuckled.

She took his hand and began to walk down the corridor. "Well that's good. May I ask what the dreams were about?"

He began to blush again. A scarlet flush spreading from his neck to his hairline.

"Oh. Those sorts of dreams. Let me guess instead of me using my hand I let you put it in?"
"Uh. Yeah." He confessed.
"Oh. Well no offense Harry but I want my first time to be somewhat more romantic than a broom closet. Also a bed would be a lot nicer and more comfortable." She warmly said.

"Since we're boyfriend and girlfriend now I'll let you decide what is appropriate in that regards okay?" Harry nodded his agreement rather emphatically.

"Well thank you Harry, but communication is key to any relationship. We need to talk to each other about things as equals, not one person in charge over the other. So we don't have a fiasco like last year and the Firebolt." She glumly said.

"Oh yeah. I know. I'm sorry about that."
"I am too. I should have told you I was wanting to make sure it was safe."
"I know. Now that I can look back on it. I understand. I just thought you were jealous or upset with me. I listened to Ron about your reasons for that too. Only he didn't make as much sense looking back."
"Jealous over a broom. No. That will not be a highly likely thing Harry. As for Ron he has his own point of view on things that is unique to him." She said politely.

"That's one way of putting it." Harry smiled.

"So we'll communicate. We will also hug, kiss, and occasionally fondle and make-out as the situation arises." She smiled warmly at him when she said that. "Beyond that. We will let things grow and develop naturally alright?"

"Okay I like that idea." Harry was happily holding her hand as they walked into the great hall to begin a new day.

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25 years later and Hermione Potter was sitting in her library at home. Relaxing after a long day at the Ministry dealing with the Wizengamut, the muggle parliament, the various department heads under her and their all petty conflicting concerns. Sometimes she wondered why she ever agreed to run for Minister. Looking across her desk at pictures of her three children, Daniel James, Robert Remus and their daughter Emma Lune though she remembered why. Looking at the pictures of their friends, some of them with children of their own by now, some of them nothing more than pictures on a wall, she remembered.

Her twelve year old daughter Emma Lune came in and sat down quietly. Waiting for her mother to acknowledge her.

"What is it sweetie?" Hermione said turning her full attention to her daughter. Matters of state could wait when family had a problem.

"How did you know that dad was the one?" The young girl asked with the full earnest weight of someone pondering life's most universal questions.

Hermione smiled and chuckling leaned back in her chair, "Well sweetie it all started because of a simple question."

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Review responses:

katmom: A Date with Ginny was meant to be an over the top wild bit of humor. Nothing serious at all involved. Glad you enjoyed.

Kimjo2: Thanks. I'm glad you're enjoying. I try to write stuff I like and would want to read and that my wife likes so its always cool when others enjoy it too.

TomHRichardson: Thank you I was hoping it would turn out well.

OfficerDonNZ: Yes indeed.

Dennisud: I suppose it could be possible to delve into the thoughts of a few others. I'd have to consider that.

N0Wa5t3r: Thank you. I do try to be age appropriate sometimes. Sometimes I go for the more advanced teen attitudes. It depends on a lot of factors. Talking to my wife and daughter as to why there might be a reason for her to go for Ron is that he comes off as a nice guy at times in the books. He is also broken and sometimes girls try to fix broken boys. As for why not Neville I don't know. I suppose it can be attributed to a lack of common interests, a different zing he gives her. Trying to understand the reason why women chose the men in their lives would make interdimensional quantum physics look like kindergarden math and I'm just fine with that. After all my wife chose to marry me so who am I going to argue...lol.