From Venice with Love

AN: Before anyone complains about how awkward this is, it's supposed to be awkward. A lot of people's first times are, so I wrote it that way. It won't always be that way for them in this story. Thank you for all the wonderful reviews!!Happy reading!

Hermione decided that night, after thinking about it and writing lists of the pros and cons, that she was ready to sleep with Draco. She knew they hadn’t been dating that long, but she had known him for years. She was also sure she loved him now, but wasn’t sure she would once they got back to school and he was back around his friends. She would be 18 next month, and who knew when she’d have the opportunity again to sleep with someone she loved? She decided even if they broke up after school started, she could look back in 20 years and have a wonderful memory of Venice. It was a fairly easy decision, once she thought about it. Getting him alone, however, was proving to be difficult.

They had three days left before returning to England and Hermione was staring to think it wouldn’t happen. The first night Draco had to have dinner with his mother and some friends so he was unable to come over. The next night, her parents decided to play cards with them until it was so late Hermione fell asleep in the sitting room. The next day, their last day, was mostly spent packing. Draco came over, once he was done ordering the elves to pack his trunk, to help her pack hers. He was putting schoolbooks in her trunk when her mother came into the room.

“Dear, we’re going to go get an early supper. Would you two like to come?”

Draco put down the books, grateful for an escape from manual labour, but Hermione said, “Thanks, Mum, but I really need to get all this packed.”

“You’re sure?” her mother asked and Hermione nodded.”Okay then. We’ll be back in a bit.”

Hermione continued to pack until she heard the hotel door shut.”We can take a break,” she said.

Draco made a face. “We could’ve taken a break and eaten,” he muttered, falling down on the bed. “I’m exhausted.”

Hermione laughed and sat down next to him. “From what? All you did was move a few books and moan a lot.”

“It took a lot of energy to move those books,” he argued. “You have enough for an army.”

He was quiet for a moment, so Hermione leaned down and kissed him. He kissed her back and then started to get up. “We should get done packing,” he said.

“Leave it,” Hermione said. His eyes widened as she kissed him again.

“Hermione, what-“

“Shhh,” she continued to kiss him until his protests were silenced. He kissed her back, leaning her down onto the bed.

“What if your parents come back?” he said quietly.

“They’re eating. It’ll be ages,” she replied.

This seemed to satisfy him. They continued kissing until Draco had her shirt and bra off-the farthest they had gone. His hand reached down to the button on her jeans. When she didn’t protest, he pulled his lips from hers. “Hermione?”

She nodded and pulled his lips back down to hers. His kisses travelled down her neck as he got her jeans off, leaving her with just panties on. Hermione was tense, but resolute that this was what she wanted. She tried to relax into the way her body felt as he touched her. Her eyes tightly shut; she could feel his movement and could tell his pants were off as well. Her heart raced with anticipation of what was coming, scared of the pain and blood everyone always warned her about. Pushing the fear away she tried to feel, not to think for once.

Soon she could feel that they were both naked and he was on top of her.”Hermione,” he said, his breath ragged. “Hermione, look at me.”

She forced her eyes open and stared into his grey ones. “Are you sure?” he asked.

She nodded, afraid to speak, and looked away from his intense gaze. He hesitated another second and then she felt an uncomfortable sensation where they had now joined. She sucked in a deep breath.

“Am I hurting you?” he whispered.

“No, not really,” she said. “Please, keep going.”

He started to move on top of her then and the pain began to ebb away but she was so tense there was not much pleasure either. She looked up at Draco. His eyes were closed now, so she closed her eyes again as well. After a few minutes, she felt him shudder above her and then he went still.

She opened her eyes to see him looking down at her. “Are you okay?” he asked. She just nodded. “I’m sorry, I know that wasn’t that good for you-“

“It’s okay,” she cut him off as he moved to lie beside her, stroking her arm.

“No, it’s not,” he said, starting to regain his composure. “I’ll have to fix it.”

“How?” she asked, smiling at him.

“We’ll just have to practice, get better at it,” he grinned at her happily.

Hermione laughed. “Really? You’re sure about that?”

“Very sure,” he said, leering at her. She playfully pushed him away and sat up.

“Where are you going?” he asked. “I know you’re new at this but it is customary to lie here for awhile after.”

“I need to use the bathroom,” she said, pulling her shirt over her head. “I’ll be back.”

Once reaching the bathroom, she checked for any bleeding- there was none. That was the last time she would listen to anything Lavender told her. As she washed her hands, she looked in the mirror, trying to see any difference in her face. The same plain brown eyes stared back at her, not that she really expected there to be any difference anyway.

When she returned to the bedroom, Draco had put his pants back on, but was still lying on the bed. She went over and joined him.

“Are you sore?” he asked.

“No, not yet,” she said, snuggling closer to him. He put an arm around her and pulled her close. They lay there quietly, each lost in their own thoughts. Hermione was almost asleep when Draco nudged her.

“I hear your parents,” he said, getting up quickly and putting on his shirt.

Hermione put on her jeans quickly and threw a load of books into the trunk. She was placing clothes into it when her mother came to the door.

“Make any progress?” her mother asked.

“Almost done,” Hermione said, smiling.

Her mother eyed her suspiciously, and then turned her eyes to Draco, who had his back to her, pulling socks out of a drawer. “Hmm,” was all she said before walking away.

“I think she knows,” Hermione said as soon as the door closed.

“Why? Because we’re not done with your trunk?” Draco asked, throwing the socks into her trunk.

“No, because your shirt is inside-out.” Hermione pointed at his tag on the back of his shirt.

Horrified, he felt for it and paled. “I’m sorry,” he began.

“Never mind,” she said. “We should probably leave and go eat dinner now, though. Before she tells my dad.”

She laughed as he went even paler and raced for the door. “Hurry up, Granger!” he said in a strange high-pitched voice. “I’m starved!”