Chapter 22: Practical Learning
24th of May, 1998
Hermione was the first one to wake up. She was grateful to find out that he was still sleeping; it gave her time to think and get ready.
Last night was definitely the best night of her life; it was perfect. He was so gentle and slow with her. Of course, once she got used to the feeling, she wished he went faster, Merlin knows it took him a while to adapt. But it was amazing none the less. Eventually, she just needed to take the lead. It was the only way to show him that she was okay. Hermione read quite a lot of books on sex and different ways to pleasure your loved one. Truth be told, she never believed that she will have the chance to experience any of it. But last night… last night opened many doors for them.
She knew Harry was just as new at all this as she was, but she had the knowledge, which meant that she would have to teach him a couple of things. It would most likely be embarrassing for them both at first, but that was a factor she was willing to get past.
She carefully untangled herself from his grip, and sat up, only to realise that she was still completely naked. She smiled to herself when she realised that there was nothing to embarrassed about; it was just Harry and her. He proved to her last night that he found her beautiful like this, and that was all that mattered.
She paced towards the bathroom and quietly closed the door. It was no secret that certain parts of her body ached, especially the area around her thigs and higher. She hoped that her body would eventually get used to it. Either way, the pleasure was too strong for her to feel pain throughout most of last night's experience. She stepped in front of the bathroom's large mirror to assess herself.
There was a tiny pale pink hicky on her neck. It made her smile. He really did love kissing her neck. She ran a finger over it, still feeling the presence of his soft lips. Her fingers ran up to her own lips, remembering the way in which he massaged them.
Her other hand was trailing across her stomach, pinpointing the places which he worshipped with his mouth. At this point, she was desperate for his touch again. She quickly brushed her teeth, put on a nightgown and made her way back to the bedroom. He was still asleep, although there was a slight grin on his face.
She trailed towards the bed and sat down next to him, slowly stroking his hair. Soon enough, he was stirring awake, the grin growing wider by the second. His eyes paced around the room until they settled on her.
"Wow." He croaked, still sleepy.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Even without my glasses, you're still beautiful."
She blushed at his words, before leaning over to kiss him, "Do you want breakfast?"
At her words, a soft pop was heard outside the bedroom door followed by a knock.
"Come in" Harry called, covering himself completely with the covers.
Beemey strolled in, holding a silver tray with food. "Good morning Master Harry, Mistress Hermione."
The elf placed the tray on Harry's nightstand and smiled at them both, "Beemey is very happy to make breakfast for her master and mistress. It feels like yesterday when Beemey made breakfast for Master James and Mistress Lily."
"Thank you, Beemey." Harry and Hermione answered.
The elf gave them a warm smile before vanishing.
"You don't mind her doing this for us, right?" Harry asked, putting on his glasses.
Hermione shook her head and sighed, "How can I? She looks so damn happy to do all of it."
They ate breakfast quickly, both smiling at each other the whole time. Once they were finished, Harry retired to the bathroom to take a shower.
Hermione's head ringed with the image of a naked Harry with steaming hot water travelling over his body. There was no way he could go without her. She stood up and followed him to the bathroom.
He grinned at her, "Are you planning on joining me?"
She answered by dropping her gown to the floor. He gazed at her for a moment, smiling like crazy, before they both stepped into the shower.
It was wonderful. She was running her hands over his back while he carefully trailed his own just above her bum. Eventually, he was kissing her, unable to stop himself. His hands were starting to run more firmly over her body.
"Let's do it here!" she said into his mouth.
He responded by picking her up and resting her against the wall of the shower. He positioned himself just above her, before slowly lowering her against him.
She gave a loud moan as she felt him enter, closing her eyes and clutching onto his shoulders. Her thighs protested in pain for a moment, but the hot water and the pleasure of his presence were quickly making up for it.
It wasn't the same as last night; Harry was much more decisive and faster. He quickly adjusted their rhythm and paid attention to her responses, leaving a mental note every time she moaned in pleasure.
He was learning quickly. Eventually, he knew just what to do to get her crazy. It was amazing. He adapted to her so well.
The end came after a few minutes when Harry gasped and slowed down, slowly lowering her down on the floor.
"You will be the death of me, Hermione." He muttered, out of breath.
She kissed him on the lips, "did you enjoy that?"
He smiled before kissing her back. There was something off about his smile. Something was clearly bothering him. She promised herself to find out later.
Once they were both clean and dressed, they made their way downstairs to the living room where Harry collapsed on the sofa. Hermione smirked before laying down next to him.
"Are you planning on a lazy day?" she asked.
Harry smiled, "I'm down for anything that includes you."
She giggled, "Well, good. Because I'm planning to have quite an uneventful day."
"I never thought that I'd hear those words come out of you." He laughed.
"I think everyone deserves a break sometimes." She answered, stroking his hair.
His hand was pacing across her back, "Especially you, Hermione." But his gaze fell to her neck, and his smile was quickly replaced by worry.
"Hermione, you have something here." He ran his thumb across her hicky, "Was that me?"
She smiled at him, "It doesn't hurt. It's called a hicky. It's proof of how much you love my neck… it should fade away in a couple days. Besides, it doesn't even look that bad, people could mistake it for a birthmark."
His worry faded, but the serious gaze remained, "I'm sorry… did… did it hurt when I… you know?"
She nodded, "At first… yes. But it quickly became something amazing. It was really, really good, Harry."
He smiled, "I'm happy you think that. It was amazing for me too. Overwhelming, actually."
They stayed in comfortable silence for a good ten minutes when Hermione turned to face Harry. She couldn't stop thinking about his reaction in the shower.
"Is there something bothering you?" she asked, certain that there was.
He nodded, as his face turned a deep shade of red, "It's really embarrassing."
"Is it about… you know… that?" she asked.
He nodded.
Hermione let out a sigh and sat up to properly face him, "Harry, you know very well that you can trust me." She read once that men can be extremely self-conscious about their 'size'. Luckily, Harry had nothing to be worried about. Frankly enough, Hermione was quite surprised when she first saw his length. She couldn't really compare it, as Harry's was the first one she ever saw. But she didn't need to be the brightest witch of her age to figure out that she was definitely lucky. This boy really was gifted.
"I just don't know If you're the right person to speak with about this. I feel really stupid right now." He muttered.
She cupped his face in her hands, "I think that I might be the most suitable, actually." She was beginning to realise what this was about.
"I… it's more of a question that I wanted to ask."
Yeah, this was definitely what he wanted to know. She knew straight away what was bothering him, and she couldn't begin to reveal how pleased she was to know about his worry.
"The answer is yes." She informed.
Harry looked up at her, shocked. "You didn't even hear the question."
"You want to know whether girls can experience the same thing that guys can… am I right?"
He went red in the face and slowly nodded. "I'm sorry… I just… never got around to…"
She hugged him, "Harry, I understand. Luckily for both us, I have read a lot about this."
He smiled at her answer, "Of course, you have… so how does it work?"
It was her turn to blush, "Well… it's a little tough to explain."
He laughed, "This is going to be really awkward. How do people learn about this stuff?"
She shrugged, "I think that we just never really had a chance to learn about it. Most teenagers just kind of… talk about it and experience it." It was true, most girls in Hermione's dormitory always spoke about this stuff. Hermione never felt eager to join their conversations, though she was invited many times. She always doubted that it was something worth knowing. Truth be told, she didn't expect to need that form of knowledge. But to her immense surprise, she did now.
Harry's smile faded, "I was quite busy during my Hogwarts days."
"We both were." She added.
He looked at her again, "So… how exactly am I going to learn it?"
She gave him a mischevious grin, "I think it's best to just experiment… practical lessons are best."
"I'm ready to learn, Professor Granger." He answered, as he his hands trailed up her legs.
Looks like this day will be quite eventful after all.
I wanted to quickly answer a review left to me by 'YAPsych' who left me a comment on the previous chapter.
Review: "Not a very good sex scene. Poor Hermione didn't even get to finish. Should have been more foreplay or if not then he should have finished her. If Harry really truly loved Hermione he would have thought of her over his own pleasure first. This was more like the typical sex teenagers do when the guy was only concerned about getting in the girls knickers. No real, deep feelings. Once he gets off he is happy. Yes I realize they are both virgins but not all first times are like that. So glad my first time was nothing like that. The story was great up to that point."
Answer: One thing that people tend to really forget about in FanFiction is that this is Harry Potter we're talking about. The boy who spent the first eleven years of his life in a cupboard under the stairs. The boy who never really experienced love until much later in his life. I had many ideas for their first sex scene, but I decided to keep it nice and simple. Why? Because this is Harry. Someone who never really had the chance to be a real teenager. Yes, he went on a date… but the closest thing he ever did with a girl was kiss. How do you expect him to be aware of all these things? The boy spent his entire teenage life trying to fight a dark lord. I know that maybe I'm being too formal and restricted, but I love the Harry Potter that was introduced to us by J.K Rowling, and I don't want to make him a completely different character. The reason we all love these books so much is because of how emotionally tied we become with the characters. I don't want to meddle with that. Oh, and I don't know if you're a guy or girl… but I'm pretty sure that most women do not reach climax during their first time. If you're a woman and you did, then lucky you :p
