1 Breakfast
Harry woke up, feeling he needed the loo. He crossed the corridor to the common bathroom on that floor and took care of the pressure. Once done, he opened the door to return to bed. Although it was past six in the morning, he felt like sleeping some more. Since the war, his sleep was quite restless and he needed more hours in bed to get enough sleep.
"Oh, sorry," he heard a feminine voice.
"Hermione?" He turned his eyes in her direction and quickly covered his privates with both his hands. As the house at Grimmauld Place was quite warm in the summer, he hadn't bothered with pyjamas, sleeping in the buff.
She giggled lightly at his predicament. "Have you forgotten that you've invited me here after I found I could no longer stay at the Burrow?"
"Well… I…" He couldn't really form a reply and his face was turning red.
"You don't need to hide yourself. I've helped Madam Pomfrey treat you quite a few times, and you didn't wear much when in her care, you know."
This didn't help with his blush much.
"Besides, I can remove my dressing robe and stay as naked as you, if you want me to," she added.
Just thinking that she was wearing nothing under that robe was making him blush harder, although his blood was now rushing to another part of his body, and he could barely cover it.
"No! That wouldn't be right at this time," he managed to say.
"Why? Do you think you won't like to see me naked?" He wasn't sure if she felt hurt or was just teasing him.
"Oh, I'm sure I'd like it very much. It's just… inappropriate now, and I really need to sleep some more."
"So, will it be alright after you wake up for breakfast?" He was now sure that she was teasing him.
"Maybe a bit after breakfast would be better," he said, not sure what she really had in mind and not daring to test that too soon.
She smiled at him and turned around. He noticed that her dressing gown was quite short, yet it was closed tightly, giving him no glimpse of her body. He didn't mind that at the moment. He was just glad that she was looking elsewhere and he quickly moved to his room, closing the door behind him.
He berated himself for acting so carelessly. He should have remembered that he was no longer the only occupant at Grimmauld Place.
–..–
After Fred had been killed, the Weasleys fought even fiercer, as if to compensate for the missing member of the family. Once the fighting ended, mourning took over. Just like Harry and Hermione, they took part in all the funerals for the fallen and tried to seem brave. That mask disappeared once they went back home. Arthur asked Harry and Hermione to stay with them, if only for Ron's sake. Both agreed. This didn't turn out to be a good idea. The sombre atmosphere affected Harry badly, and he felt even worse for being unable to cheer them a bit. Ginny was also becoming a considerable nuisance, as she was trying every possible way to claim her position as his girlfriend and future wife, despite Harry insisting that he had broken up with her after the sixth year and had no intentions to renew their relationship. He felt actually appalled by her hints of very specific rewards that he could expect from her if he accepted her back.
Hermione didn't feel she was helpful either, and Molly's hints at "a big happy family" that included her as Ron's wife and Harry as Ginny's husband made her reconsider her relationship with Ron, not that there was much of that.
Harry was the first to reach his breaking point. After less than two weeks at the Burrow, he moved to the renovated house at Grimmauld Place, "to fulfil Sirius's will," as he explained to Arthur and Molly. He had told Hermione the truth, of course. "Staying here makes my mood darker, and I can't help anybody while I'm in such a mood. I'll be better somewhere else, and they don't need to worry about me, just take care of their own."
It took Hermione another week to decide. Then, as her parents' home had been left uninhabited for almost a year, she didn't think she could move there yet, and Harry was quick to point to the multiple unoccupied bedrooms his house had, inviting her to stay in one of them until she decided what to do next. That was the previous evening. He should have remembered and should not have stayed naked even in bed.
Still, thinking of what Hermione had said didn't let him sleep again. Why was she naked under her dressing gown? Why did she offer him to see her naked? Why did his body react the way it did? At least the last question was relatively easy to answer. He considered Hermione a beautiful and attractive young woman, even if she didn't agree with him. As a horny young man, it was just natural that thinking of a naked attractive girl would make his body react. He still thought that it was inappropriate, considering this was Hermione.
–..–
He fell asleep, eventually. This time, he didn't dream about fighting and death. For a change, his dream was about a young woman taking off her clothes. He didn't wake up screaming, as had happened too often since the war, but he couldn't escape feeling some embarrassment, noticing certain suspect wet spots on his bed and the stiff erection that needed a long cold shower to get rid of.
Hermione was waiting for him in the kitchen, leisurely reading a book. It made him relax. If Hermione was back to her books, then the world must be safe enough. It took him a bit longer to notice that she was still wearing the same dressing robe as much earlier. He had to force his mind not to think of that.
Kreacher served them breakfast. "I wanted to have breakfast with you," Hermione said, "as eating alone is no fun, and I wasn't too hungry."
Not knowing what to say in response, Harry just nodded.
Breakfast turned into quite a lengthy affair. Kreacher seemed to be determined to make Harry regain his normal weight rather quickly, serving ample portions and making the food richer than usual. Harry didn't mind. He didn't feel like he was eating too much. He felt like his body was in need of these meals, and they were actually not as heavy as the ones served at the Burrow.
Hermione watched him while he ate, looking content. She also ate heartily, but much less than Harry, finishing way before him. She just sat there and looked at him, smiling tenderly.
As Harry was emptying his plate, he suddenly remembered the earlier conversation. For a moment he hoped it was only a dream, but the dressing robe that Hermione was wearing made him realize it wasn't. That robe was no longer so tightly closed and he could see, when Hermione stretched one way or another at the table, that she was not wearing a bra, at least. He could clearly see the two swells of her breasts, almost all the way to the nipples, despite trying not to notice. He tried to slow down, but there was not much food left. He could ask for another cup of tea, he thought, but dismissed the idea. Hermione would see this as only a way to gain some time. She would either feel offended and hurt, or she would tease him for losing his courage. He didn't want either to happen.
He looked pensively at the half-cup of tea. 'Harry Potter, are you a Gryffindor or aren't you?' he said to himself in his mind. He then collected his courage, gulped the remaining tea and set the cup back on the table. "I think I had enough for breakfast now."
Hermione just smiled at him, standing up. She grabbed his hand. "Come to the library," she said.
Harry let her lead him, unsure about her intentions. Hermione let him sit down on a couch and sat at his side.
"You're probably wondering why I acted the way I did earlier in the morning," she started, not sounding as confident as she seemed earlier. "Well, it occurred to me that despite being very close to both you and Ron, I've never really been with any of you as a girl." She turned a bit redder. "I mean – I've always acted like 'one of the guys' and you never treated me like a girl. While it was nice being treated as equal, I was lately feeling that it wasn't exactly what I wanted. I mean… I sometimes feel I'd like to be pampered a bit, or complimented on my looks and not only on my mind, or even become an object of desire. Is that wrong?"
Harry was surprised, mainly by the way she was speaking, unsure of her words, not quite confident about her phrasing or about being clear enough. That was not the way she would normally act. It only meant that she was very unsure, lacking confidence in what she intended to do. "It's not wrong at all. I also know that I was acutely aware of you being a girl, or a young woman, since the Yule Ball during the fourth year. I can never forget how magnificent you looked that evening."
This seemed to be the right thing to say, as he could see Hermione relax a bit, before speaking again, blushing even more. "So, is it wrong that I'd like to have some experience of the kind most girls had already had when a few years younger? I'd like to be made love to, to be loved as a woman – not just as a friend. Can you understand that?"
"Sure. I'd like you to know that I find you very attractive and I think that you're the most beautiful young woman that I had the good fortune to meet." Harry tried to be as sincere as possible without letting her know how he really felt about her. He doubted she could feel the same and he didn't want to spoil their friendship with some unwelcome weirdness.
"Harry, I also find you very attractive. I…"
Instead of speaking, she just grabbed his face and kissed him hard on his lips. Harry opened his mouth in surprise, and Hermione was quick to explore his mouth with her tongue. Harry, who had already gained some experience when dating Ginny, during their sixth year, cooperated willingly and then reciprocated, finding Hermione to be a very willing partner.
With no more words, their hands started roaming, making them both naked soon enough, but it didn't stop there. Hermione pushed Harry onto the sofa and straddled him. She now took a good look at his very prominent erection. She seemed slightly frightened by it, but not enough to change her plans. She moved a bit forward, lifting herself above the bulge, and then moved down, letting the stiff appendage slide into her opening. She grimaced and bit her lip as he passed the barrier, taking her maidenhood, but didn't stop until he was fully sheathed inside her.
"I was afraid it wouldn't fit," she said, trying to distract herself from the pain.
"It fits very nicely and feels heavenly," Harry replied, drinking the vision with his eyes. He thought that Hermione looked at that moment like a goddess of love and sex, with her ripe body, her beautiful face and the evident lust in her eyes. He tried not to let his instincts dictate his actions, as he feared he could hurt her. Instead, he opened his arms, inviting her into a tight hug.
Hermione bent forward. She still felt weird about acting this way, and her broken hymen still hurt, but she could never refuse a hug from Harry. She also felt as if his engorged organ, which was now filling her tunnel, was a welcome guest, almost like a missing part of her that was now back in place.
Harry was also unsure about what to do. He had always liked Hermione's hugs, even before she became such an attractive young woman. Hugging her now, with nothing separating them, was like a dream come true, and the rest was beyond his wildest dreams. How could he suspect that his best friend who was also his secret crush was such a wild kitten in bed? Not that he could compare, though. He had only dated Ginny before, and the most they had done was some snogging and touching, fully clothed. After the war, some girls offered themselves to Harry, but he was not in the right mood to accept any. He was wondering if his lack of experience wouldn't cause Hermione some disappointment. He swore in his heart to do all he could to not disappoint her, although he couldn't really dwell on that. As his blood was rushing southward, his mind couldn't really function.
"I think I'm ready to continue," Hermione whispered in his ear.
Harry released the hug, only a bit, allowing her to move. She did just that, moving up and down, forward and backwards. At first, she moved only a bit, unsure of what was right and afraid of pains, yet soon enough her movements turned stronger and wilder. He wasn't sure how long he could last under this massive attack on his restraints. He tried to think of a way to either extend his resistance or enhance her pleasure so that he wouldn't disappoint her. Luckily, he managed to remember some piece of hushed advice some older boys had shared with each other while he was still at Hogwarts. He moved one hand to touch just above her entrance, not quite sure where that elusive point was, but as he moved his fingers around he found what seemed to be the right spot. At least it elicited a very strong response when touched.
Harry's hesitant touches awakened some pleasures that she'd already experienced, just by touching herself, but these were much stronger than she had ever felt before. Added to that pleasant feeling of being filled, it was soon becoming almost too much. Her inner muscles, ones she had never been aware of, started pulsing and her nerves overloaded with unprecedented pleasure. She didn't even notice when she yelled "Harry! Now I'm finally yours!"
Harry couldn't resist any longer. As her internal muscles were milking his organ, he lost control, spilling into her with several strong spasms, hugging her tighter and whispering, "My Hermione!"
