This wasn't the first time Hermione Granger had stayed over night with the Potters, but it was the first time since she had found out Harry had slept with his sisters.
It was a strange concept, with nothing similar in the Muggle world. Not only was incest sort waved off as something that 'just happens' but also there was the sole idea that Harry was interested in such things.
Most men, at least as far as she had overheard from gossip, weren't interested in that sort of thing. Girls were the sex craved perverts while boys were the innocent flowers who needed to be shielded from said perverts.
Right?
Turns out this wasn't the case for one of her best friends and she would admit that, yes, the simple fact that he was interested in sex had led to more than one night of waking up soaked in more ways than one from a passion-filled dream.
Yes, she was attracted to him, but it was rather difficult to find a girl their year who didn't seem to be. Still, it wasn't a problem. She could keep her steamy dreams separate from waking life easily enough.
Or at least she thought she could. Now she was laying on padded mattress on the floor, staring up at the darkened ceiling, mere rooms away from the object of her desires.
"Go to sleep" she whispered angrily to herself, trying her best not to wake either of the other girls which were sleeping peacefully mere feet away, girls who had not just slept with Harry but were also his sisters. Another few minutes, or maybe it was hours, passed before she gave up and tiptoed from the room, doing her best not to disturb anyone while trying to think of a lie should she be discovered.
Water, that's what she needed, just a glass of water to cool down and then back to staring up at the ceiling while trying not to fantasize about the teenage boy sleeping so close by.
Unfortunately, she hadn't considered the very simple fact of having to walk past his room to get to said kitchen. As she walked past it her pace slowed until the young bookworm realized she wasn't actually moving anymore, but standing right in front of it.
Should she? No, no that would be weird, knocking on a boy's door whose house your sleeping in during the middle of the night and… then what? Ask if she can come in? Ask to talk? Ask if she could see him naked?
She wasn't like that, wasn't blunt and bold, wasn't the kind of suave, seductive girl who could talk her way into a boy's pants and…
The door she was standing in front of opened and Harry stepped out, clearly groggy from sleep until he saw her.
He stared.
She stared.
"Uhm…" For all her book smarts she couldn't think of anyway out of the embarrassment of what she had been doing, maybe he would just take pity on her and…
"I was going to get a glass of water."
She nodded slowly, it was an obvious gesture to allow her an easy excuse but her mouth wouldn't take the cue. It certainly didn't help at all that he was wearing pajamas and looked good in them.
Harry stared for another second before quirking an eyebrow. "Hermione?"
"I uh… you look really nice." The witch flinched, mentally scolding herself at the response. Of all the things she could have said she chose that!?
Another stare off began before he licked his lips and glanced down the hall to the closed doors. "Do you want to come in?"
Did she… what? Come in? Come in where? She was in his house already and…
And then he was turning and gesturing to follow him back into her room and even if she wanted to she couldn't have done anything save for follow like an obedient puppy.
The door closed behind her and for the first time she was in a boy's bedroom. It was just the two of them, alone, at night, and sure she was probably reading too much into it with her hormone filled teenage brain but it was hard not to think that maybe something might happen.
"You also look really nice, in pajamas I mean, and just uh you know, all the time."
Did boys give compliments? She wasn't sure, normally it was a girl's responsibility to do that apart from things like 'you did really good on that test', but then she remembered what his sisters had said months prior.
"He likes seeing girls naked."
Her hands moved without consent and she was surprised how easy it was to pull her shirt up and over her head and her shorts down moments later, leaving her nude in the moonlight pouring in from the window.
Harry was staring at her, drinking in her form with wide eyed fascination and open lust. She had always been a bit self-conscious about her body but seeing him react in such a way cleared away much of the doubt, replacing it with a heat which quickly burned its way into the junction between her legs.
"You… wow."
"C-can I?" she wasn't sure if the words had left her mouth or not but the desire to see him was overwhelming.
He nodded slowly, before fumbling with his own clothes while she took a few shaky steps towards him, surprised she didn't trip or stumble due to the shaking in her limbs.
By the time she was within reach he was naked and she was torn between taking in every inch of his body and touching him. The decision was made for her, perhaps luckily, when his hands were on her hips before sliding up her waist, caressing and exploring until reaching her developing breasts where he seemed to take a much deeper interest.
She tried to hold back the moan but failed to do so, body trembling under his touch while her own, far more uncertain, hands found his stomach and followed a similar pattern. It was wonderful, far more amazing than his sisters had described, than anything she had ever read about or imagined.
Hermione wanted more, needed more, but at the moment she wasn't sure how to do anything other than touch and explore. Even so it was still wonderful and her breath hitched when his hands traveled down to her legs and gave a gentle nudge.
They parted without thought and then his fingers were on her pussy and her knees almost buckled, falling forward a bit as an embarrassingly fast orgasm shot through her like electricity.
"S-sorry…" she managed to whisper out, earning a smile and a shake of his head.
"It's okay. Do you want to sit down for a bit?" Quickly nodding she was gently lead back to his bed before almost falling back onto it, legs spreading a bit as a happy groan escaped her lips followed by a soft chuckle from him. "Never thought I'd have Hermione Granger laying on my bed, naked."
The girl glanced up to where he was standing, still hard, eyes still trailing up and down her body. This time it was her turn to bite her lip before spreading her legs a bit wider. "D-do you want to… do something more?"
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