It's nice to have a friend

by orphan_account

Summary:

Harry was moody and bitter after his closest friends not only sent him few and vague letters throughout all summer, but had been staying together at his Godfather's place while he was locked at the Dursleys. After dinner and talking briefly with Sirius, he locked himself in his assigned room at Grimmauld place and gives the cold shoulder to his closest friends. Hermione, however, being the good friend she is, doesn't take none of that and tries to console him. And if her way of consoling him got Harry a bit too worked up for his "like a sister" best friend, it doesn't have to mean anything. Right?

Harry James Potter is currently 15 years of age, and he has just experienced the worst end of his previous school year, in which he and Cedric Diggory won the Triwizard tournament only to be led straight to a trap in a graveyard, where Diggory was killed by Pettigrew, and then *bam* Voldemort was brought back, using the cruciatus curse on Harry, then battling with said young man.

Harry had been completely traumatized, and to make matters worse, he was forced to go back to the Dursleys, not even getting a lot of words from his best friends to save him from his miserable summer, which made him bitter even now that he knew they had their reasons.

Then, as if fate decided that all that had not been enough, he and his cousin were attacked by dementors, in which Harry had to save himself and Dudley, only to be charged for using underaged magic in front of a muggle. And with the ministry already calling him a liar for claiming Voldemort was back, they tried getting him expelled from Hogwarts, but fortunately his allies managed to get him a trial.

Now, he's spending the rest of this infernal summer in Grimmauld Place, Sirius's family's home, to which he lent as the meeting place of the Order of the Phoenix, a resistance group that Harry has just heard about - despite feeling like he shoud've been informed of it sooner - led by Albus Dumbledore, his headmaster.

He found out the Weasleys and Hermione were spending their summer here as well, which got him even more bitter, since they didn't send him any letters aside from the very vague ones, and got to hang out without him. Even when they explained they were told by Dumbledore himself they couldn't contact him, he couldn't shake off the feeling that he has had the worst possible summer while his best friends got to have fun without him. To put it simple, Harry was pissed.

While he was splayed in the bed, sulking and being angry, Harry hears a knock on the door. After hesitating, and a few seconds of silence, Harry goes to open the door. He looked tired, could barely keep his eyes open and had dark circles under his eyes, probably because of the recurring nightmares he had been having. The look on his face was bitter and annoyed, and when he saw Hermione, he rolled his eyes, not saying a word. The girl in front of him at least had the decency to sport a guilty look, albeit also a bit impatient, her usual bossiness annoying Harry in this moment more than ever, acting as if he owed her something in this moment, which felt very ironic to him.

"Come on, let me in". she says, almost as a command, but there's the tiniest hint of insecurity.

Harry rolled his eyes once again, letting go of the door and silently walking into the room, letting her in, but then sitting down on his bed, crossing his arms and looking at his best friend as if saying "say what you want and then leave". She, in turn, closes the door behind herself and walks up to the front of his bed, kneeling down and looking up to her best friend.

"I know you're mad." She states.

Harry looks down at her, his face showing annoyance and irritation. It would be obvious to anyone how mad he was.

"That obvious, huh?" he retorts, impatience and annoyance dripping from his tone.

Hermione then sighs, as if realizing it'll take a little more to get through to her best friend, probably recognizing his usual signs of raising that wall he tends to put back whenever any of his loved ones disappoint him, as if he had been right to have had that wall to begin with.

And probably because she sensed that, Hermione tentatively rests her hands on his thighs, over the fabric of his jeans, not too upwards to be considered inappropriate, but definitely more contact than Harry was used to, and more than she's ever touched him, if her usual bone-crushing hugs are to not be considered. 

"I already told you, Dumbledore warned us not to." She repeats the words she earlier said to him, before supper, when he had been mad as soon as he saw her and Ron. Her hands on his thighs at this point was more of a way to focus his attention on her and her words, to not let him close himself off completely or dissociate - which he usually does as a self-preservation mechanism.

Harry's face stays expressionless as she touches his thighs, trying hard not to flinch at the initial shock of the touch and trying not to think about it at all.

Harry was not an easy person when it came to physical touches, or any form of affection. Instead, he always tried demonstrating his care for his dear ones throughout selfless acts, not relying on words of affirmation or touch. His childhood was devoid of any of those things, so he had to learn how to react and get comfortable with it, which was still an ongoing process for him, but he did get better at accepting and appreciating his friend's hugs, especially Hermione's, as the girl always squeezed him tight.

However, anything other than that, he was not really used to, and so currently he did his best to not think enough about her touch on his thighs to have to actually acknowledge it. And so he keeps looking down at her, his arms still crossed, his mood not improving. His stubborness, which was a match to the girl's, shining through.

"But you could have sent letters... at least told me you were here." he argues back, his voice impassive.

Hermione rubs her hands up and down on his thighs slowly as she speaks, in a tentative to soften him up, as she, unlike him, used physical affection to express her care and to comfort. "Harry, he told us the death eaters could trace Hedwig, intercept the letters and get information on you, on the order. We already told you. I know this situation is awful, but don't you think you're being a bit unreasonable?"

He huffed out a breath, annoyed, as she rubbed his thighs. He couldn't deny himself that for some confusing reason he was enjoying her touch, although that only made him feel even more annoyed. He avoided looking at her as she spoke, focusing on an invisible point on the ground.

"Unreasonable?! I'm unreasonable!? I was alone at the Dursleys for weeks, I was having nightmares every single night, I missed you all, and you're calling me unreasonable?!" his voice is only slightly raised, his annoyance and bitterness seeping through his words.

Hermione continues soothingly rubbing his thighs, as she stops talking for a moment to consider his words. Analyzing them a bit, her attention catches to something specific. 

"You never tell me about it. Your life there. I just know you don't like coming back there. But it's more than that, isn't it?" She asks, doing her best to keep her voice neutral, so she doesn't trigger him to close off completely.

He glances at her for a second, as if internally debating, before avoiding eye contact again, staying silent. His face still looks bitter, but there's also something in it, almost a distance, as if he's remembering something. The bitterness in this case perhaps not only directed towards his current situation, but also towards whatever he's thinking about. Then he speaks.

"Yeah. It's more. You don't know because I don't like talking about it." He begins, as if looking for something else to say.

He's quiet for a few seconds, still avoiding looking at her, and then speaks slowly, quietly and reluctantly.

"It's... Hell. It's hell living there." he settles for that, there's no opening to further talk on the topic.

Knowing her best friend like the palm of her hand, Hermione picks up on that quickly. Her hands still moving on his thighs, sometimes moving a bit further up before moving down again as she thinks about how to proceed the conversation. She sighs, then speaks again.

"I'm sorry. I really am. But our hands were tied in that situation, Harry." She says, bringing it back to the current topic in question.

Harry stays still and silent, letting Hermione rub his thighs while he avoids looking at her, and crosses his arms even tighter. He couldn't deny her touch felt pleasant for some reason, even if he was still not sure about how he should feel about it. He was avoiding to think much about the implications of having a girl touching his thighs, when he's never even gotten close to a girl besides friendly hugs and that dance with Parvati on the yule ball last year, which were very not romantic or sexual situations to him.

Obviously, the current touches in question were platonic and came from the one girl he could never think of sexually, but still, she was a girl touching his thighs. And he was enjoying it, but he was also still too bitter to let it show.

"Yeah, fine. Whatever." He says, after a few seconds of silence, still not looking at her as he spoke. He then mumbled, his words barely distinguishable. "I missed you..."

Hermione felt as if someone tugged on her heartstrings at his barely understandable words. Harry was always a bit silent when demonstrating how much she - or anyone really - means to him, so to have him admit that, to have her importance in his life displayed in a mumble, almost made her go "aw". But knowing her best friend would not appreciate being "babied" as he already complains about her nagging and overprotective tendencies towards him, she settles on a soft smile, her hands stopping on his knees.

"I missed you too. So much. I know you're thinking we were having a blast here, without you, but that was not the case. We all missed your presence a lot, especially Ron and I." She speaks in a very soft tone, still careful for him not to close off, as he was being uncharacteristically vulnerable, and she didn't want to dare break that spell

He finally looks over at her again, his face still guarded, still hiding his feelings behind a bitter and annoyed expression. However, Hermione could tell he was enjoying the fact that she was touching his thighs, as his eyes briefly went to her hands pausing on his knees.

Harry, in turn, is secretly loving having her close, even though a part of him is also enjoying being a bit difficult right now.

"How can I not think that? You all were here the whole summer without me, and I was alone with the Dursleys." he says, still a bit grumpy and annoyed, but also actually opening up

"I wasn't here the whole summer. A few weeks, maybe..." she starts, defensively, then shakes her head. "But that's not the point... You're my best friend, I couldn't really enjoy anything without you." She resumes rubbing his thighs, a bit firmer. "And I'm sure Ron agrees with that, he always complained I was boring because he couldn't talk about quidditch with me like he does with you" she finishes, in a lighthearted attempt.

Harry stays quiet for a moment, her rubbing of his thighs bringing him a sense of comfort, which he hadn't felt in a while, even if it also brought some other questions through that pleasurable tingle. But he relaxes a little, enjoying her touch and secretly, very secretly, loving the fact that his friend seemed to care about him a lot.

Although, he still has a bitter and guarded expression on his face. It seemed he was enjoying being a bit difficult just to spite her.

"You're so annoying..." He mumbles under his breath, although his words had no real resentment behind them, it was just his way.

"You're not the easiest person in the world either" Hermione quips back, not even having to think much about it, her hands at this point moving on their own

He can't help but let out a huff of annoyance at her words, and then a sharp intake of breath as her hands brush slightly on his inner thighs, clearly sensitive there, but still trying to ignore it. There's something about being around Hermione that makes it so difficult for him to guard himself, she always pushes him to be a bit more vulnerable, sometimes annoyingly so.

"Bloody annoying..." He repeats, in a mumble

Hermione merely smiles, her hands still moving on his thighs, as she thinks she has at least accomplished him not being so mad at her anymore, even if he still had his many other problems, and was still a bit grumpy. 

Harry, being very sensitive to these touches on his inner thighs, and Hermione's repeated rubbing near there, while it brings him a lot of comfort, is also undeniably starting to get him a bit worked up, and he lets out another long breath, trying to keep up his annoyed expression, although it's pretty obvious he's enjoying this a lot.

It is as though he's surrendered bit by bit to her touches, throughout this whole interaction, in a way that built up to this moment, in which he can't deny it's having an effect on him anymore.

He huffs out a breath, closing his eyes momentarily, his breaths coming out a bit irregular, as he slowly tries to regain his control. His jeans start feeling a bit tighter, and he tries very hard not to think about it too much, as the thought of getting an erection because of his very platonic friend was absurd to him, even if he was just a teenage boy at the end of the day, who's never been touched by a girl anywhere near his sensitive parts before. Merlin's beard, the boy had not even had his first kiss yet.

As much as Harry tries to get a grip on himself, refusing to let his inexperience overwhelm him in such a way, he ends up letting out a soft and involuntary moan, his eyes still closed but softening.

Hermione's eyes widen at the sound, and she gulps. She realizes what she's doing is borderline inappropriate, but she didn't think much about it until now, as her hands clearly had ventured a bit more than she intended to.

Seeing the conflicted, but also pleasured expression on his face, however, made her not stop. For once in her life, the witch had no idea what she was doing, but after having a rubbish summer, she wanted her best friend to feel good, and maybe just toying with the limits here on their platonic friendship would be enough to distract him a little. It's not like she'd actually do anything further.

Harry lets out another soft moan as she continues rubbing his thighs, his breath becoming more labored, his skin feeling extra sensitive to his friend's touches, his cock twitching against the material of his jeans, going up to attention, as if it had a life of its own. 

He can no longer deny himself the fact that having Hermione touching him like this feels amazing, probably the best thing that's happened to him in weeks, and he subconsciously opens his legs a bit wider, welcoming her hands even more, wanting her touches to be even stronger, as if his body is responding to them even when his mind can't fully process. 

As her hands keep rubbing everywhere near his crotch, except the said place, he lets his head fall back a bit, his breath becoming shakier. His mind starts to have more conflicted thoughts, but his body can't help but react positively to her.

He lets out another long moan, his cock throbbing under the restrains of his trousers. He knows he shouldn't be feeling like this, but he couldn't really help it. After all, he hadn't ever been touched in this way by someone before. It's too stimulating for his poor inexperienced fifteen year-old self, and the fact that it was his bushy-haired friend doing it...

He tries to speak, but his words are shaky and a bit strained.

"H-Her-mione..."

The way he spoke her name was filled with a mixture of pleasure and conflict, but his body can't seem to deny the feeling of her hands was getting him rock hard in a way he's never been before. His legs were fully open now, making it painfully obvious how much he wants her to continue, and how much he trusts her, even if subconsciously. 

His mind keeps trying to resist, trying to tell him this is wrong, that she's his friend, that she's not a girl he should have these kind of sensations with, that she was just Hermione. Although, his body was still responding to her touch even when his mind couldn't, and he lets out another shaky moan.

"Please..."

The teenage girl does her best to ignore the sound of her best friend's voice in the moment, the way there's a very apparent bulge on his trousers, how he seems utterly vulnerable in such a way she never dreamed of seeing him.

It was like everything she ever wanted, really, Harry warming up to her touches and being vulnerable with her. What she didn't account in that supposed scenario is that the reason would be because her green-eyed friend was extremely aroused.

She always did her best to ignore Harry had hormones - like all the other boys his age - when it came to anything sexual, as she couldn't even imagine her best friend doing anything sexually related, or that he wasn't innocent in that aspect.

Now however, not only she had very visual reminders of said side of the boy, but the fact she was responsible for it somehow caused a mixed feeling inside her.

"What?"  She asks, playing dumb while simultaneously hoping he wasn't actually asking her what she thought he was, as she hated denying anything to Harry if it didn't compromise his safety or wasn't about slacking on homework. She always liked to please her best friend, but even she had her limits. Or so she thought.

He lets out a frustrated huff, his eyes still shut and his body slightly shuddering. Despite having all the evidence he needs to know that she was aware of it, he still says, his voice shaky and a bit desperate.

"You know what... please..."

He opens his eyes to look at her, a mixture of desire, lust and confusion in them, along with a hint of desperation, as he tries to suppress his body from moving against her touch, his whole body wanting desperately for more.

His look, his words, his undertone, everything was so vulnerable. But so Harry. In a way he's never been in front of her. She always thought, as much as she liked to think she knew her best friend like the palm of her hand, there would always be some sides of him she'd never get to see, and consequently know about. And this, 'aroused Harry', was definitely one of them.

His plea was what did it for her. She knew she was a goner, there's nothing she wouldn't do for this boy. Not when he had the hardest life and rarely had a moment to feel good. And so, she sighs in defeat, and nervously and tentatively guides her hand to cup the strain on his jeans, feeling the hardness beneath the fabric.

His reaction is immediate to that, gasping at the overwhelming sensation, the touch making him shudder, and he lets out a shaky moan. His body twitches and his hips move involuntarily against Hermione's hand, craving more.

His breathing becomes more and more labored, the conflict in his mind starting to fade, his body only wanting more when faced with how good it felt to have someone other himself touching him there, even through two layers of fabric.

"Oh, god..." His voice comes out incredibly breathy.

He closes his eyes and moans again as Hermione's hand keeps planted there. His legs spread even more, his body moving against her touch, trying to get some friction, something.

One of his hands goes to her wrist, grabbing it and pushing it a bit, trying to get her hand to move harder against his jeans, still not understanding why he was feeling the way he was, but not bothering trying to understand it either, just wanting this newfound pleasure to continue and expand.

"Her-Hermione..." his voice comes out in a whimpery sound, needing her touch

The girl, in turn, nervous and still overthinking a bit - as always - decides to uncharacteristically ignore her reason and does what he asked, rubbing hard against his erection barely contained under the fabric of the jeans. Internally, she's freaking out about touching a penis, even indirectly. And more so, at touching her best friend's penis, something she always tried to ignore he had.

Harry almost sighs from relief a she begins rubbing her hand against his hardness. His body shudders even more from that, his moan this time coming out louder.

He's starting to not care as much about the fact that this is wrong, but still a part of him isn't completely comfortable with this either, although that part is pushed way down.

He opens his eyes again, looking down at his friend, who was still kneeled in front of where he sat on the edge of the bed. His eyes were filled with need and lust, and at the same time, something almost like a plea.

"Can... can I...?" His voice still comes out in a moan, whimper-like sound.

"Can you what?" She asks a bit confused and a bit afraid of his answer

The fifteen year-old boy doesn't answer, but he slowly releases her wrist, and brings his hand to the zipper of his jeans, his eyes still locked on hers.

His expression still looks a bit conflicted, a part of him still trying to hold back, but he's getting desperate and his need is becoming more and more evident, taking over him in a way it never has before.

He looks at her, as if asking for permission once again, his face looks hesitant, and he doesn't know if he should say the words out loud that are in his mind.

He sees her eyes widening, her audible gulp, but his cock is starting to ache, his need is starting to control him, and so he takes her lack of response as permission to go forward.

His hands shake as he slowly unbuttons and unzips his jeans. His mouth suddenly feels dry and his heart beats faster in his chest, as if he suddenly got nervous, not used to exposing himself, always private about intimate matters, although his current need is winning over that.

He looks at her nervously, letting his jeans fall open, and he brings his hands over his briefs, hesitating for a second, as he takes a deep breath, closing his eyes and biting his lip in anticipation.

His mind is having an enormous inner struggle with itself, and then his hands slowly slide under the waistband of his briefs, grabbing himself. He gasps as he slowly pulls it out of his briefs, letting his dick out in the open, his sack and the rest still hidden by his pants and trousers. 

Hermione's eyes widen comically, her cheeks extremely red, shocked and never expecting this for a few reasons, such as:

1. Her best friend is usually a very private person about anything intimate, and he's also completely inexperienced with girls, so it's quite the shock to have him now exposing himself like this to her.
2. She's never seen a penis in person like this before. Erect and getting more and more swollen as she takes her time to process what she's seeing, which is very overwhelming.
3. ...

Her eyes are fixated on the human organ in front of her, a bit of her usual curious nature also shining through in the midst of it all, watching the tip getting redder and glisten. 

Harry's face suddenly gets hot and red too, feeling embarrassed for not only having just exposed himself shamelessly in front of someone, but at his best friend who's a girl, of all people. A part of him doesn't believe he's actually done this.

His eyes look away, not wanting to see her shocked expression, and he speaks nervously, in a shaky and quiet voice

"...I just... I need..." He trails off, his expression nearly pained, although still embarassed and another miriad of conflicting emotions. 

The third and most prominent reason for Hermione's shock was currently battling for reason, which was the part that reminded her they're supposed to be best friends, that there's always been this unspoken thing between them where they never acknowledged the other was a functioning sexual being from the opposite gender. And now, the full reminder that her best friend was a sexual being was standing proudly and getting almost purple, against the fabric of his shirt.

It was the look on his face, when she finally managed to snap her own gaze from his erect penis to his eyes, that made her bend. Sure, this was all completely bonkers and inappropriate, but she saw in her best friend's eyes as he averted his gaze that although he was very embarassed, insecure and confused, he was also extremely needy, desperate and vulnerable.

She gulps, before determinedly speaking.

"Show me what you need."

He glances at her, his face burning, but he can't deny himself. He physically feels he needs something, otherwise he's going to combust. He never felt this hard and achy in his life.

He looks down at himself, and his hand starts slowly moving on his exposed organ, his words coming out shaky and quiet, as he masturbates in front of his best friend, unable to put it into words.

"I... I" His face is slightly contorted in pleasure, it's almost as if he no longer cares about what he's doing, and that he'd never do this in front of someone if he wasn't so far gone.

Hermione's face goes impossibly redder, her eyes like saucers, and fixed on the movement of his hand going up and down on his shaft, her lips parted in absolute shock and something she can't quite put her finger on.

The sight is something she'd never imagine witnessing, especially from her best friend. This is precisely what she always tried to avoid thinking about. Objectively, she knew boys Harry and Ron's age tend to masturbate, but her best friend was so uniquely innocent to these matters she tried to not think about the fact he probably did it.

And now, he's shamelessly wanking in front of her, as if her sight stimulates his motions, his breath coming out in shaky gasps.

"Harry... what am I supposed to be doing?" She asks, as he didn't answer it

He looks up at Hermione, his eyes wide, filled with nervousness, need, pure arousal, a bit of fear and a lot of uncertainty. He lets out another shaky breath, his hand not stopping the slow movement as he speaks, his voice still a bit shaky.

"I don't... I don't know... I... I just... need...." he lets out a soft moan, still looking at her, desperately wanting his friend to do something. As he looks at her shock, but also that familiar eagerness to help and make herself useful she always has, he moves his hand a bit faster. His eyes remain locked on hers, as if he was silently pleading for her to do something. 

The girl is extremely confused, flustered, but also wanting to give him what he wants, but she doesn't know how. The view - and sound - she has when his hand starts going faster is purely erotic, and she gasps softly, shocked but definitely intrigued.

Harry lets out another soft moan, continuing to stare at his dear friend, silently pleading with his eyes, wanting her to do something, to help him, needing more, but he's too scared to ask.

He's too afraid of overstepping - when this situation is so unusual and new already - and scare her away, and at the same time, he can't deny that he needs her to help him, that he wants to feel her hands instead of his. His heart is beating faster now, and his hand moves a bit faster.

"A-a-ah"

Hermione, already intent on helping him regardless of all the logical sense telling her a big fat no, searches her mind trying to think of something that could help Harry with his current... issue in some way.

She gulps, before doing something she knows boys -  especially teenage boys like himself - seem to be crazy and make a huge fuss about, for some reason: boobies. So, she removes her bra from under her shirt, without removing the shirt itself, thinking this could help without it being too much, just the knowledge that her breasts are there, - and also much more noticeable, without the pillowy fabric of the bra hiding their shape - thinking it might inspire her friend, even if a part of her was screaming "What the hell are you doing?".

Harry lets out a low gasp, his eyes widening as Hermione remove the piece of clothing from under her shirt, his hand still going up and down, his mouth going a bit dry as he fails to fully comprehend what's happening.

He can't deny he is now very, very curious about how she looks under said shirt. He gasps and moans softly, looking at her chest region without the presence of the bra under the shirt, the shape of her mounds and the barely seeable little protuberances of her nipples making his body grow even more feverish, his dick growing precariously hard as he takes the sight in, and his hand speeds up automatically, his mind still having a hard time processing what's happening, and he can't deny how hot his body is feeling.

He never actively thought of Hermione's body before, not in a sexual or romantic way. Sure, he new his best friend was a pretty girl, and he loved her dearly, even if she also annoyed the life out of him sometimes with her constant nagging and overprotectiveness.

He didn't constantly acknowledge she was pretty, but he knew she was, and the yule ball was a big reminder that if she wanted, she could look absolutely beautiful. But he never thought of her in a particularly dirty way before, at least not consciously, and she was the closest female he had in his life.

Point is, he was currently feeling absolutely filthy for thinking how his best friend looked under her clothes, for thinking about Hermiones... boobs. He always tried to ignore she had those! Even when her tight hugs made it impossible to ignore, sometimes.

Still, he always did his best to, so why now, the mere knowledge and faint sight of them without something obscuring their shape made Harry go into bloody heat?

He lets out another soft moan, his mind starting to get overwhelmed with all the feelings running through his body, and he lets his eyes scan her body again, his imagination running wild, and he can't deny what an effect that has on the movement of his hand, the need to see more overwhelming. His words come out in a shaky voice, full of need and a hint of desperation.

"Hermione... please..." He pleads, not sure exactly what he's hoping to achieve with it.

Hermione was feeling absolutely mortified with the implications of her best friend's plea, but she also was too deep in her "pleasing Harry" mode, and she figured she could do this, too, to give him some encouragement on his current action.

The witch sighs shakily, and then lifts her shirt right above her breasts, before she would lose all courage. She couldn't believe she was actively giving her inexperienced friend wanking fuel, but yet, here she was.

Harry's eyes widen immediately in both disbelief and ecstasy at the sight of Hermione lifting her shirt and giving him a view of her boobs, never in his wildest imagination he ever thought he'd be seeing his rule adamant best friend's breasts.

He's never even seen those before, he knew generally how they looked like, as he once walked in his uncle watching an R-rated movie when he was 10, then had his dormmates show him some very innapropriate magazines in the dorms in his third year, but he's never seen real ones, in person.

He can't stop staring at them, he can't believe this is happening, he's so fascinated and aroused by the sight he can't help his hand speeding up as his eyes remain fixated on the pink-ish areolas and buds in the middle of each mound of flesh.

His breathing becomes even more labored, and he can't deny how badly he wants to touch her skin with his own hands, but he's still too hesitant to move, he doesn't want to go too far, but at the same time, his fingers are itching to get a feel of them, to know if they're as soft as they look.

He's not too sure she will allow it, but if there's one thing he's starting to lose more and more control of, along with his hand, his words, and his mind, is his curiosity. He glances at her, looking at Hermione with a mixture of nervousness and desire, silently trying to figure out some way to ask if she would mind, and his voice comes out in a shaky, needy tone. He wets his lips, his hand slowing down from the frantic rhythm, but still relatively fast.

"Can I... Can I touch them?" He asks, grunting as he continues moving his hand in hard but slower strokes, the noises of it loud in the otherwise quiet room.

Hermione is still mortified by being there, in her knees, in front of her best friend, who's sitting on the edge of his bed, with his dick out, jeans and pants covering the rest, while she has her hands holding her shirt up above her breasts. She couldn't silence the voice in her head asking "How the hell did I get here?".

At his request, she blushes a bit more and again, she battles with her better judgement and, as she's been doing the whole night, decides to just go for it, deluding herself into thinking it's nothing too absurd in regards to everything else they had been doing so far, and convincing herself it's just flesh. Flesh that no one's ever touched besides herself, but flesh just the same.

"Oh..." She sighs "Okay." She gets up from the floor and sits down next to Harry on the bed.

Harry's heart skips a beat as she gives him permission to touch her, and he blushes as she gets up from the floor and sits next to him on the bed.

His hand stops its motions and his cock stands tall and proud in the air, occasionally twitching until it's against his stomach, through the fabric of his shirt. His mind incredibly overwhelmed by the fact that this is about to happen.

He slowly brings his hand up, shaking a bit as he moves it to her chest, where he slowly traces the skin with his fingertips, feeling how soft it is, his breath still a bit labored. He can't believe he's actually touching a girl like this, he feels like the luckiest fifteen year-old bloke in the world. It's like his real birthday present came a little late, but it's oh so welcomed. 

He hears Hermione's shaky sigh as he cups both mounds, but his eyes are too focused on his object of fixation to look at the girl's face. It's like he doesn't care it's his best friend anymore, not when he's getting to touch a girl's boobs!

He feels himself twitching just at the mere realization of what he's doing, touching boobies with the same hand he's been masturbating. He takes a moment to feel the weight of each breast in his respective palms, his hands closing around them, his mind barely processing all that's happening, it's like suddenly there's only one word his brain is being able to produce over and over again: boobs boobs boobs boobs boobs

He can't help but give one of her breasts a small squeeze, as he marvels at everything surrounding these pieces of flesh. He curiously moves one of his fingers on the same hand around her nipple, his breath ragged as he watches the protuberance pebbling under his touch, his cock giving another twitch at the sight, his finger circuling the little bud. He hears more than sees Hermione's surprise.

"A-h... Harry. What are you do...ah-doing?" she asks, not expecting him to end up stimulating her when she agreed to let him touch.

His eyes are completely focused on her breast, his breath coming out in shaky gasps, and his mind trying to figure out what to say, but ultimately he speaks the truth.

"I... I couldn't... I couldn't help it... it just... it looked... felt so... I just needed to..." He manages, still not tearing his gaze, and his finger pressing down lightly on her nipple. 

"A-h. Careful... it's sensitive there." The girl says, looking at his finger on her chest. 

His eyes widen a bit at her words, and he finally looks up at her as she speaks, before looking down at her breast again, his mind going crazy at her words.

"It is?" He asks, fascinated, aroused and curious 

"The... the nipples are. For most girls." She blushes a bit more, still in disbelief she's talking about this with her best friend, while letting him touch her, with his erect dick out in the open.

Harry's mind is completely blown by what she just told him, and he's not able to take his eyes off of her chest area, fascinated by the information she's giving him, and at the same time, feeling his need grow even more at the thought that he could actually make her feel something.

"...can I... can I try... something?" the young wizard asks, trying his luck, but also absolutely needing it

Hermione at this point is more just accepting things, doubting there's something he could ask that would either be too bad regarding what they've done so far or be something way more, as she swore Harry wouldn't go really far. She thought that as much as they have crossed some boundaries this night, he wouldn't cross some that would irrevocably change the course of their friendship. It was her first time underestimating a teenage boy's hormones when confronted with the possibility of sex.

"Uhm... sure." she responds, trying her hardest to sound nonchalant. 

Harry's heart is beating faster in his chest as he hears her words, and he takes a shaky breath, looking at his friend's face to make sure she's okay with him doing this, and his voice is a bit shaky as he speaks.

"Lay down for me?" 

"W-what!?" she asks, blushing again

The boy looks at the bright girl with a slight hint of pleading in his eyes as he speaks.

"Please... I want to... try something... if you... if you're okay with it." his face contorts as he asks, the pleading, neediness and desperation visible

It's way more natural than it should be, and the girl feels way more casual than she should be feeling, considering not only all the reasons regarding her+Harry doing this being completely mental, but also because she has never been this intimate with anyone before. Granted, she has kissed and snogged Viktor Krum in her fourth year, not even a complete year ago, so she wasn't completely inexperienced, but it's not like she experienced touching, grabbing, groping, or exposing herself.

Which is why it's particularly peculiar how nonchalantly she decides to remove her shirt completely - as it wasn't covering anything anyway - before she climbs onto Harry's bed, laying down against the mattress.

She faintly thinks about how crazy it is they're doing this in Grimmauld Place, when Sirius is probably somewhere around, and the Weasleys are in their respective rooms. She feels a bit naughty, but that also doesn't make her feel bad.

Harry's breath gets hitched as Hermione removes her shirt and lays down on the bed. And he just stares at her for a moment, a mixture of awe, need and nervousness on his face. This is not at all how he expected the night to go when he was busy sulking and being bitter about how shite his summer had been so far, and yet, he can't get enough of this and of her.

He takes another moment to look at the girl, committing every curve to memory, and finally, he slowly gets on top of her, his breathing uneven, and he gently holds himself up on his arms so he doesn't crush her with his weight.

As far as Hermione's newfound acceptance of all this went, she suddenly gulps, feeling a bit nervous and unsure of what's happening, given the innuendo of his position, and also seeing how his trousers and underpants were still partially on, but obviously, his erect penis was dangling from it, pointing to her.

"What are you doing?" she asks, more confused than nervous, but the nervousness was still somewhere in there, mixed with slight anxiety 

Harry takes a moment to get his bearings, his chest brushing against her nipples through his shirt, his head hanging low as he takes a shaky breath, feeling impossibly hard and desperate. He speaks in a quiet, almost uncertain whisper.

"...if... if you don't... like it... you... you can tell me to s-stop..." 

Hermione realizes then, that as much as she's been telling herself the whole night even she has her limits when it comes to helping her best friend, she realizes she doesn't. And quite honestly, she isn't even bothered by that realization, it just feels... there.

"Okay..." it's all she answers, a bit soft, again not particularly opposed to any of it, especially seeing his vulnerable state

He gives her a nod, and slowly, he lowers himself down on her, lying down on top of her body, his arms still holding a bit of his weight, but his chest squashing her breasts in a delicious and maddening way. He lets out a soft sigh as he feels her skin against his, the feeling making his mind cloud with pleasure.

Harry slowly leans his head to the crook of her neck, his face burying in it, and his breath coming out in short gasps as his body starts moving a bit, causing him to rub against her in a slow, but steady motion.

His breathing becomes uneven, and he can't help the low moans that he's letting out as he feels his bare cock brushing against her body through the fabric of her jeans. His body starts needing more, and his mind drowns in pleasure as he feels the skin of her torso against his shirt. 

The boy's motions are slow and shaky, and with every rub, a moan escapes his lips, his mind getting even more clouded, his need and desire growing rapidly. His body keeps moving against hers, rubbing and craving more.

"Hermione..."

"Y-yeah?" she asks, not sure if he actually wanted to ask her something or just say her name, as she herself feels a bit flustered and affected by the motions, feeling a heat taking over her, whether from embarrassing, arousal, or both she couldn't tell at the moment.

He's not really sure how to describe what he's feeling, a mixture of need, overwhelming pleasure and desire. And as his mind becomes less aware and his body takes over, he lets out a soft moan onto her neck, his breath hot on her skin.

"I... I n-need..." He tries

His words come out in a shaky, needy tone, his body still lightly moving, rubbing against her, aching for more. His mind quickly grows less and less clear with every second he feels her body against his own.

"...I need... more..." he manages to say

Hermione exhales, knowing that he also quite possibly is not fully understanding what's happening, but unlike her who has always had a more rational mind, he's just going for it with no thought, as it makes sense for a 15 year-old boy, who has tons of hormones and doesn't have any experience doing anything other than by himself, probably.

"Harry... we're friends" she makes a point to remind him, as his mind is all too clouded

Yes, she was willing to do anything at this point, both because he needed it and she trusted him with her life - and body apparently - and because she was actually enjoying this, but she also needed him to be conscious of what he was doing, and who he was doing it with.

"I know..." the words come out of his mouth before he even truly registers the thought

Even while in this state, he's fully aware of what he's risking, but the thought seems to quickly leave his mind as the need and the pleasure start to overwhelm him. His body moves even more, rubbing against hers, aching for the friction, and his mind is getting to the point of no return.

"I know... but I... I need you... I need you, please..."

Hermione merely gulps at the notion of what she's about to do, but as soon as he confirmed he's in fact okay with this, she knew she'd do it. She just reasoned... as far as first sexual experiences went, with her being a girl, she could do much worse than this. Having someone she trusted and simultaneously enjoying what was happening was probably something she couldn't afford wasting, especially with her reasonable mind that prioritizes practicality and comfort/trust over feelings.

And so, one of her hands tries to sneak its way in between their bodies to undo her jeans, and ends up brushing against his bare arousal.

The moment it does, he gasps, a shiver running through his body, and he can't deny how sensitive he feels right now, his cock throbbing, leaking pre-cum like crazy just at what they had been doing, her jeans already a bit damp from it. But at the same time, he can't believe she's actually doing this, unbuttoning her jeans. His breathing comes out in shaky gasps, and he speaks in a low, needy tone

"Hermione... are... are you..." he nearly moans

Hermione's response is wriggling a little, trying to lower the jeans in the tiny space of their bodies pressed up together.

Harry watches as she slowly and with some difficulty tries to lower her jeans, his heart racing in his chest. He silently prays to every deity that this is actually happening, hoping that he's not dreaming. He lifts himself up a bit, giving her room to maneuver her jeans, and his breathing comes out in labored pants.

She manages to do it, laying only in her knickers now, as her shirt and bra had been removed a while back. She also boldly tries lowering his own jeans and briefs down his legs with her feet, as he seemed frozen. She was intent on doing what he asked. She figured didn't mind this. At all.

At the sight of her in only her knickers, his breathing got stuck in his throat and stopped for a second. Then, the feeling of her legs pushing down his trousers and pants take his breath away completely. His eyes rake over her body, his inexperienced but horny teenage mind still not able to process that this was genuinely happening, and that she's actually allowing him to do this.

As his eyes completely devour his best friend's body, the initial conflict he had about how he shouldn't be sexualizing her completely goes out the universe, and he doesn't even mind that his trousers and pants are practically off him either. He's just lost in the moment, dumbfounded it is actually happening and not a dirty fever dream.

Hermione, the only one actually trying to get things moving in the moment, tugs on his shirt, as he had never taken it off during all this, and if she was getting naked, so should he.

"Ah... your shirt..." she tugs on the hem

Still a bit frozen, panting and feeling incredibly overwhelmed by the flood of sensations and feelings rushing through his body, he manages to register what she's saying and nods.

"Sorry..." he says, a bit awkward and sheepish

He slowly lifts himself up and pulls his shirt completely off, tossing it carelessly away, and then he lowers himself down on her again, his bare chest now pressing against hers, not even giving her time to properly look at his bare torso.

Hermione sighs shakily at the sudden and overwhelming motion of his bare chest and her breasts pressing together, and she reaches to fix his glasses as they almost fell from his face at the brusque way he pulled his shirt off.

Harry notices her fixing his glasses for him, and despite the haze in his mind, he can't help but feel a bit bashful at the gesture.

He lowers his head a bit, looking down at her breasts, then knickers again for a moment before looking back at her eyes, his own eyes wide, filled with a mixture of nervousness and need. His words come out in a soft, shaky whisper.

"...is... is this... okay? Do you... do you want this?" he asks, although the trembling in his voice betrays his overwhelming desire

"Do you?" she asks, blushing a little at the implication of what's going to happen

He keeps looking into her eyes, taking a moment to register the question. Once the words sink in, his heart beats faster in his chest, and he nods fervently, his voice coming out softer but also slightly more desperate

"Yes... yes, I want this... so much..."

She mentally snorts, of course he'd say that, he's fifteen, never even has been kissed, and suddenly his best friend, who's a girl, is willing to have sex with him. Their more "forward" school peers weren't even doing it, and here he was, having the opportunity. It didn't matter if he'd never recognized her as a sexual being before, he'd definitely want it. It was the whole magical fuss about sex, afterall.

"I've never done any of this before." she says, matter-of-factly, trying to burst through his eagerness and excitement so he'd know it wouldn't be this crazy magical thing.

Harry, in turn, takes his time to process her words. The knowledge that this is just as new for Hermione as it is for him seems to only make his mind even weaker.

His breath comes out in shaky gasps, and his body is almost pleading for release, but he manages to keep some semblance of control for now, and he speaks more quietly.

"...neither have I..." 

"I know. I'm just telling you..." she begins, trying to make him see her point. "Our usual dynamic, be it with homework, or helping you learn a spell, I usually know what to do, and then I teach you. Whereas this... I just know the scientific part of it all." 

The boy takes a moment to process her words, his mind still hazy. But, once he manages to, he speaks

"To be honest, I'm kind of grateful for that... " he lets out a breathless laugh, and a hint of a smile appears on his face, despite the intense moment.

The thought of how his brilliant friend usually helps him with homework or teaches him a spell brings a familiar comfort, even in this completely different, uncharted territory. But still, his body has a mind of its own, and he can't deny the way his cock is pressed up against her hip is driving him insane.

He takes a moment to try to regain some control over his body and his mind, but the feeling of her skin against his pent up arousal is making it incredibly difficult. His breath is coming out in sharp gasps, and his voice is almost pleading as he speaks

"I... I need you, Hermione... I need you so much..."

His body moves against hers again as he speaks, her knickers the only piece of fabric in between, and a low moan escaped his lips as he feels the friction between them.

Hermione gasps slightly as his hard penis presses against her knickers, that were getting more and more damp, whether from his arousal, hers or both she didn't bother knowing.

"What do you know about it?" she asks a bit breathless and hastily, starting to feel a bit impatient too 

Her question came from a place that they never had a proper class about it in the Wizarding world. And despite his closure when it came to it, she knew enough about his relatives to know they didn't seem like people who'd have "the talk" with him, and Sirius barely had enough time with him so far to teach him, as far she knows - unless he taught him through their floo calls or letters on fourth year.

But she also knew Harry, like herself, had a muggle education before Hogwarts, so he could've had learned the basics about it in school, and her question was more to know where he stood.

He takes a moment to try to clear his head enough to process the question, which is incredibly difficult considering the mind-numbing pleasure he's currently feeling. He shakes his head a bit and focuses on her words.

"You..." he wets his dry lips. "you mean sex?" his voice comes out in a shaky, slightly embarrassed whisper

He's unsure if that's what she's talking about, but considering the context, it's not difficult to figure out, and the fact that he never had a proper talk about it is painfully obvious in the way he speaks.

"Of course I mean sex, Harry." she answers bluntly and impatient, wondering if the boy would handle his own wish if he couldn't even say the word properly.

A shiver runs through his body as the word 'sex' leaves her mouth, and his mind is flooded with images of what it would be like with her, and how much he wants it. Despite the intensity of the moment, he lets out a shaky laugh and attempts to answer the initial question.

"I... I know a bit... some bits and pieces... I saw some st... stuff in magazines with my mates... and I think Seamus probably told me some things..."

Hermione scoffs at that, knowing the bravado their gryffindor friend likes to put when it comes to romance and sexual related things.

"Seamus has not come near enough to a girl that way to have had sex, Harry." 

He blushes a bit more at her comment, knowing that she's probably right, and that Seamus is probably just acting more experienced than he really is. Then, he can't help but ask the same question, feeling too inexperienced on the subject. 

"Well... w-what do you know?"

"Well, practically speaking, I know that you'll have to go inside me, and because it's a reproductive act, it needs to be safe. I also know a bit more in-detail facts about the biology aspect of it, but I'm sure you won't want to hear that." she speaks, consulting her mind, which makes her forget momentarily about her impatience

The young wizard's heart starts beating fast in his chest as the equally young witch talks, and he can't help but let out a shaky gasp at her words about him going inside her. The thought is enough to almost make his mind completely blank, and he can't deny how much his cock is aching for it.

But he manages to regain some control over his thoughts, and a bit reluctantly, he shakes his head at the last comment.

"No... no... let's leave that for another time..."  He says

She nods, then thinks of what else she knows about that could be pertinent, and so she speaks again

"Also, as it's my first time, it'll break my hymen, which means I might experience some pain, and there's nothing we can do about it. And... this is your first sexual experience, right?" 

He nods at her words, a bit overwhelmed at the fact-drop, but understanding the implications and the fact that she might experience pain, and he then and there resolves to be as careful and gentle as possible. He blushes a bit as her question registers, and in a slightly embarrassed voice, he mutters a "yeah", confirming that this is indeed his first time.

"I don't mean just sex itself, I mean anything sexual related" the girl decides to clarify, just in case

The boy's eyes widen slightly at the blunt words words again, and a look of realization and embarrassment wash over his face as he registers the true meaning of what she's saying. But he gives a sheepish nod, feeling embarrassed and almost ashamed as he answers truthfully, confirming her suspicions.

"Yeah... yeah... anything sexual related..."

Hermione nods, as if noting it all mentally, and then speaks, still as blunt as ever.

"But you've clearly masturbated, since you were doing it in front of me just now" she says all very nonchalantly, at this point having no shame at talking about that part anymore

Harry blushes deeply at his friend's casual comment, his face turning bright red as he's reminded of what he was shamelessly doing just moments ago in front of her. He nods reluctantly, still feeling embarrassed but unable to deny the truth.

"Y-Yeah... a few times..."  He says, scratching his neck. "It's nothing... just... normal boy stuff..." He finishes in a quiet mutter

Hermione nods, knowing he's probably minimizing the quantity of times he's actually done it, but not caring enough about that, sensing his embarrassment. She then, focus on why she asked the question.

"Okay. Then I must warn you, this will probably feel too overwhelming for you. The seventh year girls always talk about how boys don't last long on their first times, especially if they're not used to doing anything like that with someone before." she says, a hint of self-consciousness creeping in over the fact they're still about to enter their fifth year and are about to do something usually the seventh years do.

He listens to her words carefully, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness, and the fact that she's telling him that he won't last long sends a wave of embarrassment through his body, and he swallows hard before speaking.

"...you... you're saying I won't last for very long...?"

She merely sighs and mutters a "Harry..." as an answer before wrapping her fingers around his aching erection, that despite the conversation, was still very hard. 

Harry lets out a shaky breath as she takes him in her hand suddenly and confidently for her first time doing so, and his body involuntarily jerks in her touch, his cock throbbing in her hand, the feeling almost too much to handle. He lets out a soft gasp, his eyes closing.

Hermione maintains her grip, feeling his warm, velvety, hard length in her hand, and she tries to focus on her point instead of the fact she's currently holding Harry's penis in her hand.

"See? This is not even my vagina and you're already like this..." she explains, but quickly adds softly, not wanting to make him feel bad for even a moment. "But it's fine, I don't care if you don't last long. Honestly, I'm trying not to think at all..." she adds the last part under her breath

Her attempt was not fully successful, as Harry blushes even more at her words, feeling embarrassed and slightly humiliated, but a small part of him also feels a sense of relief, knowing that she's not judging him for his lack of experience.

"Y-Yeah... it's just... I think you're right. I don't think I'll last long at all..." he says, in a tone that would make anyone sympathetic

Hermione nods, and wanting to get things moving again, she begins removing her knickers, trying to do what she said, and not think much about things, and just follow her body's instincts. It was easier to do so because she trusted Harry implicitly.

Harry lets out a shaky gasp as Hermione starts removing her knickers, his eyes glued to her hand as she maneuvers them down, and his body practically trembling with anticipation and desire. He almost chokes as he sees the brown trimmed hair hiding his best friend's "forbidden" place, and he feels not an ounce of guilt anymore. Or maybe the desire and desperation were so massive they completely took over most space, and the guilt was too small in comparison to be significant. He swallows hard, his voice coming out in a hoarse whisper.

"Her...Hermione..."

The girl in question doesn't even respond or acknowledge her lady parts being exposed, as she again, tries not to think much about these "details" and just focus on the main thing. Her blush is the only thing betraying her composure as she speaks.

"You've never kissed someone before, right?" she asks hurriedly

He's surprised by the question, but nods his head, a hint of embarrassment and self-consciousness in his eyes.

"No... no, I haven't..."

"Would you like to?" she asks, then adds quickly. "Kiss, I mean. I mean, if we're doing... that" she says, referring to the sex "Kissing can't be too weird right?"

Her question required his confirmation, as she reasoned with herself that while kissing was not necessary in order to have sex, and some people might consider it intimate in a whole other way, if they were going to take that major step, technically kissing would be nothing in comparison. 

He seems to think about it for a moment, and a flicker of nervousness pass through his eyes, wondering if he should have his first kiss with his best friend, but he quickly dismisses any reservations and nods his head, a hint of eagerness in his voice.

"Y-Yeah... yeah, I'd like to kiss you."

The girl merely nods, before pulling his face downwards towards hers, pressing her lips to those belonging to her best friend. It was weird, the thought that she was kissing Harry, the same boy she never guessed she would. And because it was weird to think about it, she didn't think.

He lets out a soft gasp as soon as she pulls his head towards hers and press her lips to his, and he's taken completely by surprise by the sensation. As soon as her lips make contact with his, his eyes close, and he melts into the kiss. His heart races, and a sense of comfort washes over him as he finally experiences his first kiss. After a few moments, he tentatively starts kissing her back, his lips moving against hers, and a new wave of pleasure washes over him, overwhelming in a different way. And it's over before he can fully take it in, as the girl pulls away, he opens his eyes, looking dazed and completely spellbound by the kiss. The girl looks at him as if assessing his reaction and also with a blush and affected look of her own. A look of awe and wonder is painted on his face, and a soft, bashful smile tugs at the corners of his mouth.

"That... that was... incredible..." 

Hermione smiles softly, and moves her hands to remove the boy's glasses gently, before opening her lips to speak.

"Do you want to start now?" she asks softly

He takes a moment to consider the question, his heart racing and his body aching with need. But after a moment, he nods slowly, his voice slightly shaky but filled with determination.

"Y-Yeah... I think I'm ready..."  he replies, truly not knowing if his dick could handle any more waiting without falling off

"Okay, then..." she says, still soft

Harry nods once more, swallowing hard, and his eyes roam over his best friend's body once more, taking in every curve and every detail. He's nervous, inexperienced, and slightly overwhelmed, but he's also filled with desire and a sense of need. He looks at her pretty face, and in a quiet, shaky voice, he speaks again.

"Just... just let me know if I do something wrong... okay?"

"Yes, I will." she replies, and they both knew she would

He nods at her reassurance, feeling a bit more at ease. He takes a moment to gather himself, and then he slowly starts to move against her, moving his hips slightly so his throbbing member presses against her vulva. His breath comes out in shaky gasps at the sensation, and his body trembles slightly as he positions himself against her more properly, holding himself with a shaky grip, unsure about how to do this.

He looks down at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of need and anxiousness, and his voice comes out in a shaky whisper, almost desperate whisper

"Umm... I... I'm not sure if I'm doing this right..."

"What do you mean?" the girl asks softly, propping herself on her elbows to try and look at what he's doing, and sees him holding his member

He lets out a shaky sigh, his face flushing with a mix of embarrassment and need. He's got himself pressed up against her, his body trembling with desire and anticipation, and he's struggling to find the right way to proceed.

"I mean... I'm not sure if I'm... if I'm in the right position... like, if I'm in the right spot to..." he trails off, still too awkward to name names

Hermione, seeing his internal desperation through the look in his eyes, along with his mortification, puts her hand on top of the one he's using to hold his erect penis.

"Here, let me..." she moves his hand to guide his member to her entrance

He nods, grateful for her guidance, and as she takes his hand and guides him, he lets out a shaky moan, the feeling of his cock pressing against her, even if putting no pressure, just positioning, sending a whole new wave and flood of sensations. 

"Oh... oh, wow..." he whispers and moans, his body trembling as he feels himself there

"You can push in, Harry." the girl says, not one known to back away from a challenge or to have patience

He sucks in a breath at her words, his heart fluttering with excitement and nervousness. He looks down at her, her chocolate eyes meeting his emerald ones, and he swallows hard, gathering his courage. With a shaky breath, he nods. His body is aching for release, and the thought of being inside her sends a wave of eagerness through him.

He closes his eyes as he slowly pushes forward, the sensation completely new and unfathomable, as he feels himself slipping into her heat, and a deep, guttural moan escaping his lips on its own regard. He's never felt something so overwhelming, incredible and powerful in his fifteen years of existence, and the boy had had quite the life.

He takes a moment to adjust to the new feeling, and lets out a shaky gasp, his body trembling with need. A mixture of pleasure and surprise at the intimate contact washes over him, and he whispers.

"Oh... Oh god..."

The girl, who remained quiet so far, powering through the intrusion and the discomfort, was a bit confused by his tone, she'd even confuse it as agony, if she didn't have the knowledge it felt good for boys.

"What?" 

He doesn't answer her question at first, his brain a bit cloudy with the onslaught of new sensations. After a moment, he finally manages to speak, his voice shaky, surprised but filled with pleasure.

"It feels... it feels so good..."

He pushes in a bit further, slowly, as he tries to get used to the feeling, his body trembling involuntarily as he lets out a soft moan, the tightness and heat of her taking him by surprise, and the pleasure and need wash over his mind in an overwhelming barrage. He finally looks down at her, his eyes wide, and his body quivering with pleasure, and he continues to speak, his voice still shaky and filled with awe.

"I've never felt anything like this... it's... it..." He can't find a proper word, feeling himself already having to fight his explosion. 

Suddenly, the girls eyes bulge, her lips parting in horror, as she gasps and says.

"Oh, God, Harry. You need to pull out. Now. God, I'm so stupid" she says under him, almost slapping herself.

His eyes widen as her words register, and he looks at her with a mixture of surprise, disappointment and concern.

"What? Why? What's wrong?" he asks shakily, barely two inches into her.

"I'm not on the potion. And we can't do the contraceptive charm, because we can't use underage magic outside of Hogwarts, even here at grimmauld." she answers, feeling guilty and dumb, the latter being something she wasn't used to feeling like.

He blushes furiously, realizing what she means and feeling a bit ashamed that he hadn't thought of that himself, overcome by hormones. He pulls out immediately, his body still aching with need, but he couldn't risk it, not when he knew the moment he felt even a tiny bit of her tight heat that he'd have no control over his orgasm.

"Oh, god... you're right." his face is still a bit pained at the orgasm denial and the emptiness after getting a feel of her.

Hermione bites her lip, grimacing, knowing he didn't even get to bottom out on her, or break her hymen, so she technically didn't know if it counted that they lost their virginities, and she hated uncertain things, or starting something and not finishing.

"I'm sorry... I suppose you don't... have a condom?" She asks, but knowing he probably doesn't, as he doesn't go to muggle school, Hogwarts doesn't give condoms, his aunt and uncle would never give him that, and he arrived at grimmauld earlier this evening, so Sirius didn't even have proper alone time with him for the possibility of him giving his godson the talk and then possibly giving him a condom.

He shakes his head, feeling a wave of frustration mixed with disappointment. He lets out a shaky sigh and runs a hand through his messy hair, trying to rein in the desire and disappointment coursing through him, as his other hand continues supporting his weight.

"No... no, I don't have anything like that..."

Hermione nods in response, a bit bummed she wouldn't get to do this, once she had already accepted she wanted it, and that it made sense. But also, she was more bummed for the boy, as she knew the little he managed to get in, he seemed to have loved it.

Harry nods as well, his body still thrumming with unfulfilled need, and he looks at her with a mix of disappointment and frustration. He lets out a shaky sigh, his voice soft and a bit defeated.

"Damn... this is... this is so not how I thought this would go..." he says, before moving to sit on the bed, beside her.

Hermione also sits up, a bit exposed at being naked, but not only Harry was also matching her nakedness, the mood also shifted from anything that could make her flustered by her state of undress into disappointment and frustration.

She tries to think of some solution, noticing how Harry is still strained with desire, frustration and almost a hint of sadness.

"You don't think Sirius has any here at grimmauld somewhere? I know he's a wizard, but based on the stories, he used to get with a lot of muggleborns on his youth." 

His eyes widen at her suggestion, and he nods almost immediately, a flicker of hope ignited within him. He sits up straighter, his body still trembling with need, and says excitedly.

"Yeah... yeah, maybe he has something! He used to... to date a lot. He must have something here somewhere." the boy says, feeling his cock twitch again at the possibility of continuing and feeling her tight heat again

The girl, however, despite suggesting it, doesn't seem to share his excitement towards the idea, as she thought more about her own idea and doubts he'd be willing to go through the embarassment of asking his godfather, an adult, for a condom, given how awkward and shy Harry was about these things.

"But... I mean... honestly, I know it must be embarrassing to have to come to him and ask for that, especially as he might make the connection it's with me, and we're not even sure what this is about, so, honestly... maybe this was a sign, maybe we shouldn't do it, we're probably too young anyway." she says, rambling a little and underestimating, for the second time, his desire and teenage hormones when faced with the possibility of having sex 

He lets out a shaky breath, his eyes darting to the door, before looking back at the naked girl on the bed. His body is still trembling with desire, and a mixture of need and frustration washes over his mind. The thought of asking Sirius is indeed embarrassing, but his desire is still there, and after a moment, he lets out a shaky sigh, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I... I think I'll go and ask him."

"Wait... seriously?" she asks, surprised

He nods, the need and arousal overcoming his sense of embarrassment. He swallows hard, and slowly climbs off the bed, his body still trembling slightly. He looks at her, and in a shaky voice, he replies.

"Yeah... yeah, I really need to do this." he says, a look of determination on his face, along with the pained expression he had on since he left her warmth, which reminds her of his face whenever he was about to face an enormous danger simply because he had to.

"Oh...Kay..."  she says, watching him hastily put on his jeans and shirt, not even bothering with underwear, his arousal barely fitting in his jeans

He looks down at himself, his jeans not enough to hold back his arousal, and he blushes at the sight. He looks back up, and in a shaky voice, he speaks again.

"I... I'll be right back..." 

Hermione nods slowly, still a bit taken aback, as she watches him leave the room assigned to him here. She's left completely doumbfounded by the scene that just took place before her eyes, as she couldn't stretch enough how Harry usually was way more shy and private about intimate matters, but then, she guesses, again, that at the end of the day he was just a teenage boy.

♡♡♡

Harry leaves the room, his body still trembling with need and desire. He walks down the stairs, his heart pounding in his chest, as he looks around for Sirius. After a moment, he spots him in the living room, sitting in an armchair and reading a newspaper.

He takes a deep breath, and then musters up the courage to walk up to his godfather, his heart beating out of his chest. Once he reaches him, he lets out a shaky breath and speaks, his voice shaky and nervous.

"Sirius... I... I need to ask you something..." 

Sirius looks up from the newspaper and raises an eyebrow, noticing the nervousness and determination in his godson's eyes, that resembled his mother so very much.

"Sure, what is it, Harry?" Sirius asks, giving Harry his attention.

Harry swallows hard, his mind racing with embarrassment and need. He looks down for a moment, before glancing back up at his godfather.

"It's... it's a bit awkward, and I wouldn't ask if I could find it myself, but I... I need to know if you have... if you have a condom somewhere here..." Harry manages to say, a bit awkwardly and mumbling.

Sirius's eyes widen for a moment, before he lets out a hearty chuckle and puts the newspaper down, leaning back on the armchair. His tone is lighthearted, but there's a hint of understanding in his eyes.

"Ah, now that's a request I wasn't expecting. Looking to have some fun, are you?" he teases the young wizard.

Harry blushes furiously, his body flushing with embarrassment, but he nods slowly, swallowing hard. His voice comes out shaky and filled with need.

"Y-Yeah, something like that..."

Sirius grins, a mix of amusement and understanding in his gaze as he looks at his godson. He thinks for a moment, then nods thoughtfully before speaking.

"Okay, I can help you out there. But let me ask you first, who's the lucky girl?" Sirius asks, as there were only two teenage girls currently residing in grimmauld for the summer with them.

Harry blushes even more, his voice coming out in a shaky whisper.

"Um... it's... it's Hermione..."

Sirius's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, and a smirk appears on his face as realization dawns on him. He looks at Harry with a mix of shock and amusement.

"Hermione, huh? Well, I'll be damned. I did always think you two would get together one day." he says, thoughtfully, remembering the night his godson and his friend rescued him with Buckbeak, and how all the times after that, Harry vehemently denied something romantic ever happening between them.

Harry nods, his face aflame with embarrassment. He shifts on his feet, still trembling a bit, and in a shaky voice, he speaks again.

"Yeah... yeah, well... we're not... we're not together, like, officially, I mean... we're just..." he trails off, not quite sure what he's supposed to say, and he swallows hard, his need still aching.

Sirius chuckles softly and shakes his head slightly.

"Alright, kid, relax. You don't have to explain yourself to me. I get it. You're young, hormones are running high. I was your age once, you know?" He grins and gets up from the armchair. "Come on, let's see what I got stored away."

He lets out a shaky breath, relieved that Sirius isn't giving him a hard time about it. He nods and follows his godfather silently, still feeling a bit shy and embarrassed, but his need still aching inside him.

Sirius leads Harry to a room down the hallway and enters it. Inside, the room is a bit dimly lit, with a few old pieces of furniture. Sirius crosses the room and opens a drawer of an old cabinet.

Harry follows behind Sirius, feeling a pang of nerves in his stomach. The dimly lit room only adds to his sense of anticipation and anxiety, and as he watches Sirius search through the drawer, he can barely breathe.

"Now, let's see... haven't used these in a long time..." He rummages around in the drawer and pulls out a small box. "Ah ha, here we go."

As Sirius pulls out the small box, Harry's breath hitches in his throat, and he has to suppress a small moan of anticipation at the sight. He can hardly contain himself at the prospect of continuing what he and Hermione barely started.

Sirius smiles, noticing Harry's reaction. He holds up the box, looking at it for a moment, and then turns to Harry with a smirk

"Alright, looks like I've still got a few here. You can have them all. I think they're still good, at the time I learned a few tricks and charmed them to have no expiration date, so they have no risk of tearing." He holds out the box for Harry to take.

Harry's heart is in his throat as he steps forward to take the box. He's relieved and grateful, his need still thrumming in his veins, and he can hardly believe this is happening. He grips the box and holds it tight, like a precious possession, and in a shaky voice, he manages to speak to Sirius.

"Thank you... thank you so much..."

Sirius pats Harry on the shoulder and chuckles quietly.

"No problem, kid. Just remember to be careful and use it correctly. I know you've got a good head on your shoulders, but emotions can get the best of us sometimes. And make sure you and Hermione talk about things, too. You're both young, and there's plenty of time to figure everything out." He grins and winks, a mix of a protective godfather and a former playboy.

Harry nods at Sirius's words, his heart still racing with anticipation and nerves. He swallows hard, holding the box tightly in his hand, grateful for his godfather's understanding and support. He manages to speak up, his voice still shaky.

"Yeah, I... I will be careful... and we... we'll talk about it, too."

He pauses for a moment, before mustering up the courage to speak again.

"Um... Sirius? There's just... just one more thing I need to ask you..."

Sirius raises an eyebrow curiously, a smile still on his face.

"Yeah? What's that, kid?"

Harry shifts on his feet, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and uncertainty. He looks down at the box in his hand for a moment,gathering his courage and then looking back up at Sirius. His voice comes out in an awkward whisper.

"Um... can you... can you show me... how to use it... properly?"

Sirius's eyebrows shoot up in surprise at the unexpected request, but a hint of amusement dances in his eyes. He glances at the box in Harry's hand before looking back at him, his voice light and understanding.

"Oh, so you're not just a daring wizard, but a curious one too, eh?"

He grins and leans against the cabinet.

"Sure, Harry. Let's have a quick chat about these."

Harry follows Sirius to another small, more private, room and sets the box down on a nearby table. He takes a shaky breath, his heart pounding in his chest as he looks at his godfather. Sirius glances at him, noticing the mixture of anticipation and anxiety in his eyes. After a moment, he pats Harry on the shoulder and chuckles.

"First time, eh?"

Harry nods slowly, feeling a rush of embarrassment and vulnerability. He shifts on his feet, trying to gather his courage and composure.

"Yeah... yeah, it's my first time, and I don't want to mess it up, you know?"

Sirius nods understandingly, a small smile playing on his lips. He pats Harry on the shoulder again, his tone reassuring.

"I get it, kid. Relax. There's no need to stress. I've got your back. Let's go over a few things."

Harry nods again, feeling a sense of relief and gratitude at his godfather's reassurance. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart, and looks at Sirius with determination.

"Yeah, okay. Let's do it."

Sirius walks over to a chair and takes a seat, gesturing for Harry to do the same. Harry follows suit, settling down in a chair opposite his godfather, the box of condoms still sitting on the table between them. Sirius glances at the box, then back at Harry, a serious yet still reassuring look in his eyes.

"Alright. Let's start with the basics. You know how to put one on, right?"

Harry nods slowly, his voice a bit shaky.

"Yeah... yeah, I mean, I think so. I know it goes onto... onto my... well, you know... but I don't want to mess it up or, like... you know... put it on wrong or something."

Sirius gives a nod, his expression understanding and reassuring.

"It's natural to be nervous. Don't worry, I'll guide you through it. The most important thing is to make sure it's on correctly. It may take a little practice to get the hang of it at first."

Harry nods again, his heart still thudding loudly in his chest. He looks up at Sirius, his face flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and eagerness.

"Yeah, yeah, I want to make sure I get it right. I don't want... I don't want to mess it up..."

Sirius leans forward and picks up the box, opening it and taking out a condom, holding it out to Harry.

"Let's start with the basics. Look at it in your hand. Get used to it, feel the material."

Harry reaches out and takes the condom from Sirius, his hand shaking slightly, feeling the smooth material of the condom in his hand. He glances up at Sirius, waiting for his next instruction.

Sirius nods, pleased with Harry's willingness to learn.

"Alright, now pinch the tip of the condom, just a little bit. You don't want air trapped in there."

Harry follows the instructions, pinching the tip of the condom just like Sirius said. He looks up at his godfather, seeking confirmation that he's doing it right.

Sirius nods approvingly, his expression supportive. He continues with the instructions, his voice calm and steady.

"Good. Now unroll it a bit, just to get a feel for how it fits."

Harry nods, his heart racing and his face nearly combusting as he looks at his godfather with a mixture of embarassment, shyness and uncertainty. 

As Sirius only gives him an encouraging, nonchalant look, Harry knows his godfather is only trying to help and has probably helped his own friends with this stuff back at their time, so it wasn't that big of a deal, he wasn't here to judge him. With his upmost trust in Sirius, Harry unbuttons and unzips his jeans, exposing himself and slowly unrolls the condom a bit, feeling the latex glide over his skin. He swallows hard, looking up at Sirius for further guidance, his hands still shaking slightly.

Sirius smiles warmly, sensing Harry's nervousness but appreciating his determination. He offers some more advice.

"Take a deep breath, Harry. It's alright. Now, roll it all the way down."

Harry takes a deep shaky breath, closing his eyes for a moment to steady himself. Then he rolls the condom down his length, feeling the tight but pleasurable sensation of the latex sliding over his skin. His breath quickens, and he fights a moan.

Sirius notices the change in Harry's breathing, a small smirk playing at the edge of his lips. He glances at the condom now fully on Harry's length, and nods approvingly.

"That's it. You're doing great. You've got it on correctly."

Harry looks down at himself, seeing the condom now fully on and correctly in place. His heart is racing and his mind swirling with a mix of need and relief. He looks back up at his godfather, his voice shaky but grateful.

"Yeah... yeah, I... I think I did it... thank you, Sirius."

Sirius grins, a hint of pride in his eyes. He reaches out and gives Harry a pat on the shoulder, his voice reassuring.

"No problem, kid. You're a natural. Remember, it takes a bit of practice, so don't be too hard on yourself if you don't get it perfect on the first try."

Harry nods, appreciating Sirius's lightheartedness and the praise. He takes another deep breath, the mixture of nerves and excitement coursing through his body. He looks down at himself again, trying to steady his shaking hands.

"Yeah... yeah, I'll remember that. It's just... it's a lot... you know?"

Sirius nods, his expression sympathetic but still reassuring.

"I know, kid. It's a big step, and it's natural to feel nervous. Just remember to communicate with Hermione, and take things slow if you need to. Communication is key."

Harry nods again, taking in his godfather's words. He looks up at him, his face flushed but his eyes determined.

"Yeah, I... I will. I'll talk to her and... and we'll go slow. I want this to be good for both of us."

Sirius nods, appreciating his Godson's good intentions, but despite wanting to be the cool, supportive adult figure, he needs to ask Harry.

"You do know you dont have to do it now, right, pup?" he begins carefully. "You two are awfully young."

He nods again, a flicker of shame passing over his face, but he quickly brushes it away. He looks up at his godfather, his eyes filled with determination and need.

"I know... I know it's a big responsibility. But I really, really want to... I can't stop thinking about it, and I feel like I'll go crazy if I don't do it..."

Sirius studies him for a moment, his own internal debate warring inside him, weighing the situation against what James would have done.

"Just... be careful, alright? As long as you respect each other and keep talking, you'll be just fine. And don't forget, you can always come to me if you need more advice, even if it's just to talk things through. I've got your back."

Harry nods, feeling a wave of appreciation and gratefulness for his godfather's support. He smiles, some of the nerves starting to ease a bit.

"Thanks, Sirius. I... I really appreciate this. I'm lucky to have you as my godfather." He smiles appreciatively, in the midst of the other more pronounced feelings he's still enduring.

♡♡♡

Hermione was starting to doubt herself and everything. Leave a functioning overthinker alone with said thoughts and she'll overanalyze everything. Yes, she knew that logically, they had been way too eager, rushing things in a way she would've never done if thinking rationally. But things started slowly escalating before they escalated more quickly, and by then she already wouldn't back down.

Now, however, Harry was taking his time. And Hermione was beginning to feel the nerves she so hard tried to ignore before. Nervous about losing her virginity, about crossing this line with her best friend and risking the most important relationship in her life, after her parents. Nervous about him going to Sirius for this.

But that last point also endeared her. He was willing to go through something "embarassing" and put himself on the spot in order to experience this with her. She was both flattered and confused about it. Confused not only at the act itself, but at her being flattered by it.

She shouldn't consider it personal. It wasn't about her, it was about him wanting to do this, period. But then, the fact it was her and he still wanted to do it meant he at least felt attracted by her, right?

She covers herself partially with the sheets, not sure about this anymore. But how could she tell Harry? He had gone out of his own way and usual closed self to make it happen. 

But she knew she had to do it. She had to tell him. It wasn't. Going. To happ-

Her thoughts are interrupted by the door opening, and her best friend entering hastily.

Harry steps into the room, his heart racing with anticipation and nervousness. He sees Hermione lying on the bed, clutching the sheets to her body, and he stops in the doorway for a moment, his gaze locked on her. He takes a shaky breath, his need and desire for her overwhelming him. He walks closer, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

Harry opens his mouth and then closes it again, his throat suddenly feeling tight. He looks at Hermione, taking in her beautiful features, the way the sheets cling to her body, and he feels a surge of desire combined with the weight of the situation. He takes a shaky breath, and finally speaks, his voice low and slightly hoarse.

"Hermione..."

"Did you talk to Sirius?" She asks, interrupting him.

Harry nods slowly, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Yeah... yeah, I did. And uh... I learned how to use... well, you know."

Hermione's eyes widen a bit.

"So you actually got it?"

Harry nods, his cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and eagerness. He swallows, the sight of her on the bed in front of him making his heart thud in his chest, and his cock throb against his jeans even more.

"Yeah... yeah, I got it. And you... you're sure you want to do this, yeah?"

At his genuine question, Hermione feels all her doubts going out the window, her expression softening as she's reminded why doing this -even if it all happened so fast- was right. He was Harry. Her Harry. Her best friend, the person she admires most in the world. She wanted to do this. With him.

"Yes... I am. Why?" she asks, as if she had not been doubting it

Harry's breath hitches in his throat, his heart swelling with a mix of relief, nervousness, and care for her. He shuffles closer to her on the bed, his gaze locked on her face. He reaches out and gently touches her cheek, his hand trembling slightly, as he's reminded of Sirius's advices.

"I just want... I just want to make sure you're really sure. I don't want to pressure you or anything. And... and I don't want to mess this up. This means a lot to me."

"It means a lot to me, too." She responds softly, letting the sheets fall and expose her body once more. Then, she continues. "Take off your clothes."

Harry's breath quickens at her words, his heart racing in his chest. He slowly stands up, taking a moment to gather his courage. With a shaky breath, he starts to undress, his fingers trembling slightly as he peels off his shirt and trousers. He stands in front of her, naked and vulnerable, his eyes meeting hers, his need and desire for her evident in his gaze. He swallows, waiting for her next move.

She gulps, taking him in again, focusing on his chest now.

"The condom?" 

Harry nods nervously, his hand reaching down to adjust the condom still on him. He glances at Hermione, his voice a bit shaky as he speaks.

"Yeah, I... I've still got it on."

She looks down and sees the material wrapped around him. She wets her lips and nods.

"Okay, then. Come on." She says, a bit eager. Not impatient like earlier, to not think about things. But actually thinking and wanting to feel it.

Harry takes a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest, and nods. He climbs onto the bed, crawling over to her, his gaze still fixed on hers. He props himself up beside her, his body inches away from hers, his heart thudding loudly in his ears.

Hermione pulls him into another kiss, to get both of them back in the mood and send the nervousness out the window.

Harry kisses her back hungrily, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her closer. His need and desire take over, the weight of the situation momentarily forgotten as he gets lost in the kiss. His body presses against hers, his hands roaming over her bare skin, exploring and appreciating every inch of her. He then pulls away, his breathing quick and ragged. He looks down at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of care and desire. He swallows hard, his voice huskier than before.

"Hermione... are you ready?" He asks, feeling to coiled up to wait, but needing her to be sure.

"I am" She nods encouragingly

Harry nods, his heart thumping loudly in his chest. He shifts on the bed, positioning himself between her legs, and looks down at her, his eyes meeting hers.

"Just... just relax, okay? I'm gonna... I'm gonna go slow."

"We already got in a bit, Harry. The first few inches are fine. Just be mindful the more you go." 

Harry nods, his heart racing even more as he hears her words. He takes a deep breath, his mind reeling with desire and nervous excitement. He moves a bit closer, his hands settling on her hips, his body pressing against hers. He looks at her again, his voice thick with need, but he remembers what his godfather said about communication.

"You... you let me know if I need to stop or anything, okay?"

"Yes, silly. Now stop asking unnecessary questions, your body is about to combust from how long you've been hard" she says, bluntly.

Harry nods, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment but also excitement, a small smile tugging on the corner of his mouth. He takes a deep breath and guides himself to her hole, feeling her warmth against his skin, her body pressed against his.

"Sorry... I just... I just want to make sure..."

He pauses for a moment, his heart thudding in his chest, before he slowly and gently pushes forwards. He lets out an almost pained gasp and his body trembles a little. His mind spins at the intense sensation, his body almost giving out. He can feel again how tight she is, how it's warm and wet inside her, even through the condom. Feeling her body around him, her breath in sync with his, it takes every ounce of his self control not to lose himself completely. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself, and looks down at her again, his voice out of breath.

"'Mione...not...gonna...last."

The girl nods, her hands gripping his shoulder a bit tightly at the slight pain and discomfort she's feeling.

"It's okay, Harry, just try and go a bit further."

Harry nods, his body shuddering with need and desire. He takes another shaky breath, his heart pounding, and slowly pushes inside her further. He gasps and lets out a low moan, the feeling of her body around him overwhelming. He then feels her legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer, and he nearly comes right then and there.

Hermione wanted to do this, she wanted for them to get what they wanted, for both of them not to be virgins. And while she was completely okay with Harry not lasting, she wanted to achieve her task, so she wrapped her legs around him, and digging her heels on his bum, she pulls him all the way in.

Harry's body shudders and he lets out a gasping, strangled moan at the intensity of the sensation, his fingers digging onto her hips. He pauses for a moment, trying to regather his composure, before glancing down at her again, noticing her pained expression. His voice is low, almost a whisper.

"You... you okay?"

"Hurts a bit... give me a second... Although, I think you also need a second. Is it too much?" 

Harry nods, his body trembling, the sensation and intensity almost overwhelming him. He lets out a shaky breath, his eyes closed, his fingers gripping her hips a bit tighter.

"Yeah... yeah, I need a moment..." He confesses, his voice still out of breath.

"Too good?" She asks

"Yeah...ah...way...way too good." he responds as he catches his breath, his body still trembling as he tries to hold back his orgasm with his upmost determination. 

Hermione nods, glad at least it feels that good for him. She knew this would happen, that it'd hurt for her, but she thought it was worth it, anyway. As she takes her time to recover, she keeps asking him questions, her inquisitive nature curious about how it feels for him.

"Does the condom makes it any different?"

Harry nods again, his mind swirling with pleasure and a mixture of sensations. He lets out a shaky, breathless chuckle.

"Yeah... yeah, it does... I... I can feel you... but it's... it's dulled a bit... in a good way, though..."

She tilts her head.

"But it was better without it?"

Harry nods, a shudder running through his body at the thought. There's a hint of pleading in his voice, his eyes still locked on hers.

"Yeah... yeah, it was... but... we probably better not..."

"Obviously." She responds, the sighs. "I'm ready now. You can move." She pulls him a bit more, encouraging him to move.

Harry gasps, a low moan escaping his lips as her legs pull him deeper into her. He lets out a shuddering breath, his body shuddering even more with need and desire, and all the control he tried to get back leaving again.

"Jesus, Hermione" his voice comes out shaky and in a moan like sound

She chuckles softly, and gives him an apologetic look, before beckoning him to move, again.

Harry takes a deep breath, trying to prepare himself. He knew the endgame would be him not lasting long anyway, but he wanted to at least savor it a bit, and try to make her feel good as well. 

He slowly starts grinding a little, still bottomed out on her. He moans quietly, nearly whining at the overwhelming sensation, and battles himself not to explode. He then, tries doing the instinctive thing and pulls away just a little and goes back in, making him grit his teeth and a grunt escape his lips. A bead of sweat on his forehead at his concentration not to burst his load.

Hermione wets her lips, still feeling a bit sore and uncomfortable, but the friction starting to feel pleasant. She hums approvingly, trying to encourage him, her hands going to his neck.

Harry falters a bit at that, his face grimacing more.

"God, don't... don't do that. I'm trying so hard not to come." he confesses.

She smiles, once again endeared, and touches his face.

"Harry, sweetheart... I don't care about that. We have protection, and I told you, I'm not expecting anything out of this outside of what we talked about. Let it all out, I won't be mad, disappointed or judge you."

Harry lets out a ragged and strangled moan at her words, his hips starting to move a bit faster and shallow, with no regular rhythm.

"Fffuck! Agh! Mione!" His hips thrust a bit harder and deeper now, but irregularly. "AH! Is...mmm... is this okay? Am I-Am I hurting you?"

She lets out a shaky breath, her eyes closing at the sensation.

"No... feels good, kinda... ah..." 

His movements continue at that, encouraged, and he moves a bit deeper and harder, slightly faster.

"Oh...Oh...shit... Oh... Hermione..."

She gasps softly, her own hips arching a little, her hands gripping his shoulder harder as she feels pleasure out of it too.

"Oh...That...feels...good..." She moans softly.

Harry curses as she moans, his rhythm faltering once again as he forces his eyes to stay open to watch her, the pleasure in her expression something he's never seen on her. And he's growing addicted to it.

"Oh...Harry..."

His eyes widen, and before he can stop it, or warn her, he feels himself leaking into the condom, he couldn't even control it, it spilled out as he moved. He continues moving his hips, cursing himself as he comes and rides out his climax, so upset that right when she was feeling pleasure, he came.

Hermione is so blissful, she barely notices what's happening, only when he stops thrusting hard and begins doing it more softly, she realizes he's no longer that hard, and she opens her eyes to look at him. 

He avoids her eyes, looking down, but not specifically at her body, just blankly, as he finishes coming.

"Shit...fuck. Stupid." He grumbles quietly, and she wouldn't hear it if they weren't so close.

He stops moving, still staring down blankly, frozen and clearly bothered.

"Harry, it's okay... really." She touches his face.

He sighs, even if he melts to her touch, but his expression remains hard. Not at her, at himself.

"You were starting to enjoy it... and I just..." He trails off, pouting.

She smiles a bit at his adorable expression, but knows he won't appreciate that, so she schools her own expression.

"Hey... I told you. I wasn't expecting that. Honestly, I wasn't even accounting for that good bit." She brushes her thumb on his cheek, forcing him to look at her. "Don't taint the moment. It was good."

"It was good." He repeats, looking at her, and she nods. He sighs and nods too, grateful even more now that he did this with her. "But can I... do something to make you feel good too?" he asks tentatively, still a bit awkward and shy, even after what they just did.

She shakes her head, smiling softly, and continues touching his face.

"Another time. I don't need that now. Let's just bask in the moment." 

He nods, smiling a little and finally pulls out, watching the condom. He sighs, looking at how he filled it so much.

"Woah..." Hermione vocalized what he's feeling, and his cheeks burn a little, but he shrugs, trying to act nonchalant.

He carefully removes the condom off of his softened length, hissing slightly in overstimulating, as he tries to remember what his godfather told him about how to remove it. He tentatively knots it, and it kind of works, very little leaking out of it. Then he looks around the room, desperately trying to find somewhere to discard it.

"Put it on the bedside table. You'll get rid of it tomorrow." Hermione says, always the voice of reason, noticing how he was starting to panic.

He nods, and places it there, before turning back to her. She was sitting up now, still naked. He wets his lips as he looks at her, finally taking in what they just did.

"Mione... that was..." He trails off, his cheeks burning.

She nods, placing her hand on his cheek again.

"It was. We did that."

He looks at her. She looks at him. Then, they both laugh.

When the laughter subsides, but they have contented smiles on their faces, they move to lay down more properly on the bed, he cleaned himself with his discarded shirt, and moves to cuddle with her, not sure of why, it just felt right.

"Sleep here tonight?" He asks, hugging her close.

"Hmm...Kay... but I need to wake up early so the Weasleys don't notice it."

"Or you could say we had a sleepover." he says, shrugging. 

She lifts herself a bit to give him a deadpan glare.

"Right, maybe I should just go and tell them we shagged." She quips back, sarcastically. 

He snorts, holding her close and kissing the top of her head, just doing what felt natural.

"Point taken." He sighs, content. "Jesus, Hermione... I never felt this relaxed before."

She chuckles.

"So that was the secret all along? To get you to relax. Just sex." 

"Just sex."

They both laugh a little.

"I wish you could feel like I do." he mumbles against her hair, his eyes closed as the exhaustion gets to him.

"Mhm..."

 

 

 

Suddenly, his eyes snap open.

 

"Hermione?"

"Hm?"

"Just now... you said... I could... y'know... make you feel good, too. Another time."

"Yeah?"

"We're doing this again!?" 

"Don't want to?"

"Blimey, of course I do."

"Then yeah."

He gulps at her nonchalant demeanor, her eyes still closed, her voice sleepy. He suddenly doesn't feel as tired anymore.

"Cool... great. Wicked..."

"Harry..."

"Brilliant."

"Harry!"

"Sorry..."

She sighs, snuggling closer, trying to sleep.

"But... I mean, we're still friends!?" He can't keep the questions to himself.

"Of course we're friends."

He nods, then hugs her closer and kisses her head once more.

"It's nice to have a friend."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Notes:

I can't believe I'm actually posting this, but I was playing around in character A.I, things started getting good and I wanted to edit it, make it my own and share it. I'm a literal virgin, but I read a lot of smut, so if anything is inaccurate, sorry 😬 the part with Sirius was pretty much the ai alone, I just edited some things, but I thought I'd include it, even if to me it feels weird he'd just get his thing out in front of him lol Also, if there are any errors, I'm sorry, I did my best, but I'll try to correct them.