He was a hero, but not some two dimensional cardboard cut out. He was a young man, and that was all the hotter to Hermione.

She'd fought with herself though. Guilt from her upbringing pushed her feelings down. Harry was damaged. Her lusts over his savagery, his power, would not help him. She wasn't the kind of woman he needed. It was safer for her to pick someone more... Malleable, like Ron. It was never too early to think about her future, and she knew cynically that a connection to a Pureblood family might help her future plans in the wizarding world. Ron would be a safe choice, and he was obviously infatuated with her at some level. He just needed to grow up and he wouldn't be... Terrible.

Harry though... Harry was bound for great heights. Heights of power, of influence. He deserved someone better than her.

It hurt though, to keep this up. All through Fourth Year, the way the two of them were together all the time. So often, when he mastered a new spell or showed off his prowess... She wanted to just hug him, kiss him... Go mad with her desire. A desire that just increased. He was a war weary soldier at the age of 15, a man in every way that counted. He needed some help to heal and to grow up, but he'd been through so much and was so strong... A beautiful weapon forged of steel...

She tried so hard to just settle for Ron and his awkward, boyish ways. To accept it. Harry needed a family, the Weasleys would be it. Ginny would grow up and get her hero, Hermione would still be a part of it with Ron... It all seemed so easy, a perfect fit.

She almost convinced herself. The Headmaster almost seemed to agree: There was never a suggestion of Harry visiting her home, her parents. The Weasleys complied with Dumbledore's orders not to write to Harry, and Hermione had gone along with it.

It had all seemed fine... Until Harry arrived in Grimmauld Place.

She'd hugged him, but she had felt the power of his magic. He was enraged-Furious. He had yelled at them for cutting off communication, for leaving him alone after such trauma. Throughout it, Hermione was kicking herself, damning herself.

What had she been thinking?! Leaving Harry alone after seeing Cedric die?! What had Dumbledore been thinking?!

Yet even so... Throughout, she could feel his magic in the air. The very walls of the house around them began to groan, threatened by his might. She was soaking wet again, and so warm inside it was like she was ovulating.

Her rational love for Harry, and the newly awakened female inside her had never agreed on anything... But this...?

"Ron," Hermione murmured, after Harry was left panting for breath from his tirade, "go. Please."

Ron started, and stared at her.

"Are... Are you sure?" Ron asked quietly. Hermione nodded.

"I'm sure," she whispered. "I'll take care of this."

"If you need me-" Ron tried, but Hermione just gave him a glare. Ron held his hands up.

"Right, right," he said. He looked at Harry on the way out, "just... Please. Don't do anything stupid?"

"Right, that's your department," Harry snarled. Ron winced, and slinked out. He shut the door behind them. Harry turned back to Hermione, his anger still strong. Hermione sucked in a deep breath, feeling his aura washing over her like a boiling hot sea.

It was invigorating.

"Harry," Hermione murmured, her nipples straining against her bra cups, "you have every right to be angry. I'm so sorry... I didn't see it sooner."

"That Dumbledore doesn't have the sun shining out of his arse?!" Harry demanded. "About time!"

"You're absolutely right," Hermione went on, "I should never have left you alone."

She rose, her hips instinctively swaying a bit as she approached him. He nearly snarled, like a wounded tiger. He stiffened when she touched him, but she ran her hands over his shoulders, and down his back. He relaxed a little, but she still felt his aura.

She was dripping now, down the sides of her thighs...

"Harry," Hermione crooned, "I want to make this right. I want... I want to show you how much... How much I care for you. How much you mean to me..."

She was trembling. Harry was confused, his anger diminishing.

"Wha-What do you-?"

She kissed him then, hungrily. She ground herself up against his front, and was gratified that he hardened against her. She broke the kiss and nuzzled him, her hug tightening.

"This can't make up for everything," Hermione admitted, her mind still in power even though her instincts were screaming for her to get on with it already!

"Hermione," Harry murmured, unsure. No, that wouldn't do. Hermione reached up, and grasped his chin harder than necessary. She stared into his eyes.

"I'm telling you, Harry James Potter," Hermione stated, "that I care for you, and want you to have... Me. I'm yours. Don't hesitate. Don't cower. I'm yours. Because I want to be."

She kissed him again... His eyes burned.

She felt his aura erupt again as he shoved her onto the bed, and covered her up with his slightly taller body. She moaned eagerly, digging her nails into his shoulders.

A good girl wouldn't give up her virginity like this. She wouldn't just let her lust and affection overwhelm her mind and morality. She wouldn't help Harry undo her bra, or cast off her jeans and knickers. And she certainly wouldn't guide Harry into her hot core, and moan like a whore as the teenager rammed his hips into hers.

But, Hermione reasoned, she hadn't been a good girl since Harry saved her from a troll in first year, and she'd lied about it to a teacher's face.

"R-Roll your hips, that's it," Hermione gasped, as Harry slowly began to plow into her properly. She was hardly an expert, but she knew what felt good and Harry was-

"Ooooh~!"

Yes, he was attentive. He was listening to her reactions to make her feel good. He was gritting his teeth to keep himself from cumming. She guided his hand to the next of curls above her cunt, and he rubbed her clitoris hard.

"I-I can't-!" Harry gasped.

"D-Do it!" Hermione cried. "DO IT!"

Harry pinched her clit hard between his fingers, and he groaned her name as he erupted inside her. A part of her suspected that his magic would be concentrated in his semen, and it shooting into her would make her orgasm and hard.

She only had sense enough to bite down on Harry's shoulder to contain her scream as her theory was proven correct. Everything went white, as her world exploded like fireworks.

They were left in afterglow, Harry still working his hips against Hermione's as he softened. They kissed and nuzzled, panting softly against eachother's lips.

"That... I... W-Wow," Harry murmured. Hermione nuzzled him, purring.

"Thank you Harry," she whispered. Harry stared at her, and Hermione smiled.

"My first time... It was... Like a dream," she whispered. Harry reached up, and stroked her cheek.

"What... How did that-?" Harry tried. Hermione took his hand, and brought his fingers to her mouth. She suckled on them for a bit, making him moan. It was only then she answered.

"I've been lying to myself for a while, Harry," she whispered. "That night you first summoned the Patronus? Your magic... It made me feel so good. Whole. Like I... I would always be happy. I've always had that feeling for you, Harry."

She stroked his chest.

"When you're like that," she murmured, "strong and powerful, I... I guess I just fall in love. Completely."

"So... You love me?" Harry asked. Hermione managed a nod.

"I... I think so," she mumbled. "I-I mean..." And now the insecure little girl was back. "I mean... I care for you deeply. And I... When you're intense and strong, confident, I want to shag you and have your babies. N-Not that we need to do that! I'm safe! I'll get a potion! I-I just... When you're like that, I just can't control myself. That feeling's always there, and-and maybe it is love, but I don't... I don't want to hurt you, but I don't know-"

Harry kissed her, and she felt his magical power roll over her like a warm, soft blanket. She moaned back quietly, as he broke the kiss and smiled at her.

"I don't know either," he admitted, "but... I wanna find out with you."

Hermione felt him harden again inside her. She moaned softly.

"Me... Me too," she murmured.

To hell with the safe choice. She wanted to live.