A Christmas Break

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Chapter 2

Harry had been acting almost entirely on instinct up until this moment, but watching Hermione on her back with her legs spread slightly apart showing all she had, strangely brought him back to earth. He could stop this right now, and they could both put it down to a moment of madness, an aberration. It would be embarrassing to live with, but he didn’t see Hermione this way, he never had, the logical part of his brain demanded. This could ruin their friendship.

Hermione legs were now flat on her bed and moved further apart giving Harry a wonderful view of her body. Logic be damned Hermione wanted him, and he wanted Hermione, nothing else at this moment mattered. Harry moved towards her flicking off his socks with his fingers as he did so. His heart was pounding in his chest in the same manner as it did when he had been forced to face Voldemort.

He was a virgin, just as he was sure Hermione was. He and Ginny had been hot and heavy at times in their short relationship, but never had they gone as far as he was about to. He pushed Ginny from his mind. Hermione was a beautiful and attractive woman in her own right and she didn’t need comparing to anyone.

On reaching the edge of the bed mere inches from the naked Hermione and with his heart in his mouth Harry removed his boxers, and released the imprisoned monster. Hermione gasped as it swung free, and some of Harry’s nerves faded with the positive response.

He knelt on the bed between Hermione’s thighs his arms either side of her waist and Harry wondered what exactly he should do next. What would Hermione be expecting? He needn’t have worried, Hermione reached up and grasping both sides of his head pulled him forwards for another passionate kiss. She then wrapped him up in her arms forcing him to lie flat on her so she was now bearing his full weight.

The feel of their naked skin touching each other for the first time set a tingle of pleasure up and down Harry’s body. Never could he have imaged how wonderful something so simple could be. Hermione’s breasts were squashed against his chest and her rock hard nipples pressed hard into him.

Hermione pushed her groin up into his hard cock as though desperate to be penetrated, but the position was all wrong. Harry pressed back grinding his pelvis as he did so. He wanted to get inside her, but was trying to delay that moment as much as he could. It seemed the right thing to do. Hermione broke the impassioned kiss and sucked in air as though she had run a mile.

“Please Harry I need you in me,” she said.

Harry gave a slight nod, but instead of trying to do that lowered his head and sucked on one of the engorged nipples and then flicked it with his tongue. Hermione didn’t even try to quieten the groan that escaped her lips. At the same time he ran a hand down the outside of thigh, and then slid it over to the inside.

Hermione bucked as his hand reached and then stroked her quim. There was no question that she was turned on in seconds his fingers were soaking wet as he slowly parted her lower lips. Hermione though could no longer wait. She grabbed Harry’s rocked hard cock forcing him to lift off her body for a moment, and none too gentle dragged him towards her soaking wet entrance. Both of them looked at each other and recognised the same desire in each other.

The time for going back and stopping this had long gone and neither of them had any intention of doing so, whatever the consequences. Harry moved slowly forward resisting the temptation to slam straight in no matter how tempting it was. The last thing that he wanted to do was hurt her. Hermione though had other plans and grabbing his backside with both hands she pushed hard forcing Harry into her. Unable to resist Hermione’s demand and his own desires he slammed right up to the hilt in one swift plunge.

Hermione closed her eyes and let out a low moan, for a moment Harry thought she was crying in pain. He soon realised he was mistaken as he felt her grip him tight as she pinned him with her thighs, and began scratching her nails down his back. All pretence at restraint flew from Harry’s mind. He began to pound in and out as though he was trying to pass right through her. Each time he slapped into her pubic bone her cry was louder and louder, until Harry thought the silencing charms around the tent must be smashed.

Hermione had hitched up her knees so that with each thrust the heels of her feet dug into Harry’s buttocks. He wasn’t going to last long he knew that, but the idea of slowing down just wasn’t an option. He didn’t think that would stop him coming anyway.

“I’m going to come,” he cried out.

“Yes … yes, please Harry harder, much harder,” Hermione panted. “Oh god yes …” Her nails were now digging into his buttocks and pulling him into her as hard as she could. The manic pace of the last few minutes couldn’t last and from the depth of his being the eruption came.

His hips jerking uncontrollable Harry exploded into Hermione crying out as he did so. No orgasm he had ever experienced by himself could have prepared him for this moment. His mind went numb from the waves of glorious gratification that thundered through him, and the joy of what they had achieved. With the blood pounding through his ears he only vaguely registered Hermione’s own shouts.

Exhausted he collapsed into Hermione’s shoulder gasping for breath. She too was breathing just as heavily as she grabbed him close in a tight bear hug. His cock, still inside, gave several sudden involuntary twitches making Hermione twitch in unison. Bloody hell he thought that was so much better than anything he had ever imagined.

Eventually having regained his breath he lifted his head opened his eyes and looked at Hermione. He knew that he had a silly smug grin on his face, but he really didn’t care. Hermione was smiling back at him with a bright red face.

“Are you ok?” Harry asked.

“I’m great Harry.”

“I didn’t hurt you.”

“No, no of course you didn’t, far from it.”

“Well I just thought that as it was … well you know.” Harry suddenly felt unsure maybe this hadn’t been her first time.

“Know what?”

“I always thought that the first time was well …”

“Ah right,” Hermione said a light of understanding dawning in her eyes.

“I just assumed that…”

“Relax Harry this was my first time, and no it didn’t hurt. My parents insisted that I take horse riding lessons when I was little. They thought I spent too much time indoors reading. It went years ago. I’ve never really liked horses since then though. I guess that might be why I don’t like flying on a broom as well. I never felt in control.”

“Oh I see,” Harry said. To be honest he didn’t really, but he’d rather not continue the conversation, and embarrass himself further. “I’m sorry I couldn’t last any longer.”

“Oh, Harry for goodness sake stop apologising.”

“Yea, but I heard it takes longer for girls to …”

“Well normally that’s meant to be true, but hell Harry I nearly came when you took your boxers off, me climaxing after that was no problem trust me.” Hermione gentle stroked his appalling messy hair. She doubted hers was in any fit state either.

“You came then!”

“Of course I did. Didn’t you notice?”

“I guess I was wrapped up in my own. This is all a bit new to me.”

“I thought you might have with ...”

“No,” Harry said quickly. Hermione realised that he didn’t want to bring Ginny’s name up, so dropped it.

“Well thank you Harry, thank you for letting me be your first.” She really meant that as well. He would never admit it, and Hermione would never say it out loud to him, because he would be embarrassed, but Harry was an exceptional human being. She smiled as she saw him flush.

“I should be thanking you. You fantasize about what it might be like, but I didn’t come close. It was marvellous, thank you.” Hermione felt her own cheeks warm at the praise. Harry then moved carefully off her, and to one side, making Hermione gasp as she felt his now semi limp cock slip out of her. Now he was out of her she felt a sense of loss. She wanted more.

“Consider it our Christmas present to each other.” Hermione turned onto her side so she was facing Harry and watched as his eyes followed her moving breasts.

“I’d forgotten it was Christmas,” he said to her chest. Harry’s eyes then moved up and locked onto hers. “We got a little carried away, didn’t we?”

“Yes we did, but I don’t regret it at all Harry. You were right we’re alive, and we need to revel in it.”

“I stand by that, but I didn’t quite expect to end up …well.”

“I read someway that it’s a basic primitive instinct to procreate after a near death experience. I guess we just proved that theory right,” Hermione said. Harry burst out laughing, and when Hermione frowned at him he laughed even harder.

“I’m sorry Hermione only you would say that. I’m sure, as always, that you’re right, but really ….” Hermione watched as Harry’s laughing face suddenly turned more serious. “Where does this leave us, our friendship?” Hermione’s stomach lurched. She had been hoping to avoid this.

“My feelings for you are the same as ever Harry. I’m sorry if yours have changed, but ...”

“No, no my feelings haven’t changed.” Hermione’s sense of relief matched Harry’s face. “You’re my best friend, and always will be, but that’s all. I don’t really understand why, but that’s the way it is.”

“In that case we’re friends who … I don’t know how to put it.”

“We’re very close friends with extra benefits,” Harry said.

“Yea something like that, but I don’t think we should let anybody else know about it.”

“Definitely!”

“Maybe we should just call it a one off Christmas day special.”

“Ok.” Hermione thought Harry looked a little unhappy at that, but they really couldn’t continue. Both of them had romantic interests elsewhere, although in her case she couldn’t see her and Ron ever getting together now. If only he hadn’t left them. Every time she thought about it she felt the same anger rear its ugly head and she wanted to hurt something. Lost in her own angry thoughts she only noticed that Harry had moved once he stood up off the bed.

“Where are you going?” she demanded.

“I thought it would be a good idea to stand guard again.” Standing totally naked in front of her Hermione couldn’t think of a worse idea. She could feel herself getting wet again at the mere sight of him.

“Get back here.”

“But you said it was a Christmas one off.”

“It’s still Christmas day, besides when have we really been in danger of being discovered with all the protective charms we put up. Sod it Harry lets take the day off. In fact we need to take a day off.”

“Well I didn’t think there was anything left to …”

“Harry you made me come for the very first time in my life today. That doesn’t mean I’ve been satisfied.” She watched the look of surprise on his face turn to one of pleasure at having made her come for the first time. She’d played with herself many times over the past few years, but she knew now that she had never come close to an actual real live actual orgasm anyone of those times. Now she thought about it she had never really let herself go, and given in to that beast that had lain dormant inside her. It had come out once. She knew it would come out again and she couldn’t wait to release it.

“I’m not sure I’ll be able to …” Harry said indicating towards his limp penis.

“Harry you’re seventeen and everything I’ve ever read tells me that will be the least of our problems, come here and lie down there’s one or two things I’d like to try.” It wouldn’t take much she thought feeling herself getting wet again he was already hardening as he climbed back on the bed. “Come here and lie down, and I’ll see what I can do.”