Start of Something New

"This could be the start
Of something new
It feels so right
To be here with you
And now looking in your eyes
I feel in my heart
The start of something new"

--High School Musical, "The Start of Something New"

When Harry and Hermione awoke the next morning, they just looked at each other. Harry was unsure of what to do next. Hermione got out of bed and sat on it. Harry took notice that she didn't put a shirt on. Harry said nothing, but, since she was making no effort to cover herself, he assumed he was being given permission to look, and he did. He stared at her nipples, which were pink. They looked soft, and he wondered how they'd taste. His eyes traced the curvature of her boobs. He spent the next few minutes memorizing the look of her chest. He created a mental picture that he could recall whenever he wanted to. Finally, Hermione spoke up. "I...I can't explain it," she said, looking towards the door and not at him.

Harry waited for her to continue. After about ten seconds, he responded. "Explain what?"

Hermione looked at him directly this time. "I...I feel more comfortable around you topless than clothed. Like...like I want you to see me when I'm more vulnerable."

Harry stared at her. "Well, I'm not complaining."

Hermione smiled. "No, somehow I didn't think you would." She turned towards him now, and Harry felt his cock get hard. "I don't know what this means, and I don't care. I...I want you to see me this way. I want you to see that...I'm a woman. I want you to stare at my chest and want to feel it. I want...I want your cock to get hard at seeing me. Knowing I have that kind of power over you...it gives me a rush I never thought I'd have."

Harry now tore his eyes from her chest and looked into her eyes. He could see the passion, the lust in her eyes. What she was given him was incredible...but his cock sent the message to his mouth this time, and not his brain. "Only...to look?" he asked.

Hermione chuckled and crawled on the bed towards him. Lying next to him, she took his hands and placed them on her boobs. "You can touch, too. All you want."

Harry's brain was telling him to stop. He wasn't sure how he felt about her. He still had mixed feelings where she and Ginny were concerned. But, at this point, his cock was sending out all the signals. Harry groped Hermione, gently at first, and then, to test his boundaries a bit, a little rougher. He heard Hermione moan a bit, and so he groped her harder. He grabbed her nipples, gave them a squeeze, and then slowly started twisting them. Hermione moaned again, and suddenly Harry, feeling very daring, brought his mouth to her right nipple. He did it so fast that Hermione didn't have time to protest. He started sucking on it, and Hermione, with this new feeling, collapsed back on the bed. She moaned again and again, enjoying the sensation way too much to protest. When Harry took his mouth off of her right nipple, she started to get up, but then Harry attacked her left nipple, and she collapsed back on the bed. Her brain was telling her that maybe this was too fast. Class was starting in an hour, and they had to get ready. But, now, just like Harry's cock was commanding him, Hermione's pussy was commanding her. She was feeling wet, highly aroused, and she knew that if this kept up, pretty soon she'd be begging him to fuck her. Her brain was telling her not to let that happen, but Hermione wasn't listening to her brain.

Meanwhile, Harry's cock was getting unbelievably hard. It was begging for some action, whether that be Hermione's mouth, or her pussy. Right now, it didn't care. Harry's brain was still working enough to not let that happen, but as far as stopping, it wasn't succeeding.

Finally, Hermione's brain got through to her enough for her to whisper, "Harry...stop...please...stop." It was extremely hard for her to say that, given that she kept moaning between word and she was thoroughly enjoying it. Harry had heard her, but his cock was starting to really win against his brain, for he didn't stop, but instead, intensified his mouth's assault on her nipple. He started nipping at her nipple, biting it a little. His tongue rolled around the tip of her nipple, and soon he started taking her whole boob in his mouth.

Hermione was very much enjoying this. She had a strong urge to rub her pussy to try to relieve the arousal. Finally, her brain started to take back control. "Harry, stop, please."

When Harry stopped, Hermione had to coax with the sudden stopping of the intense pleasure she had been feeling. "Harry...class...need...get...ready." She didn't want to tell him that it might be too fast, partly because she was afraid he wouldn't want to do that again, and partly because she didn't want to draw the line yet. So, she used her class excuse.

"Right...you're right." He sat up, panting for a bit, with Hermione panting on the bed, her chest rising and falling rapidly, which Harry loved to see. Finally, he made his way to his bedroom. Five minutes later, Hermione heard the shower turn on.

What just happened? Hermione thought to herself. That...that's not like me! Hermione worried what Harry would think of her now. Would he think of her as a slut? She'd be okay if he thought of her as his slut, but a slut in general? Her boobs felt cold without Harry's hands or mouth on them. Her nipples were now stiff being exposed to the air after being in Harry's warm mouth. She wasn't sure where this...desire to be topless in front of Harry was coming from. Part of her immensely enjoyed it. Part of her was immensely terrified of it. And yet, there was still that calm, that peace. Like...he had a right to see her that way. To do what he did to her. If they were married, she could understand. Even if they were dating, it might be okay. But, they weren't even dating! So, why then did they just act like lovers? Now that her hormones had stopped going into overdrive, her brain could now work properly. Hermione expected her brain to tell her that this was wrong, that she shouldn't ever let Harry do that again, nor should she let him ever see her nudity again...so she was surprised when her brain was in fact trying to think of how to go farther. Definitely not what she would have thought.

But, why? Why this feeling? Hermione thought. It wasn't purely lust. Lust was a big part of it, but there was something else, something that Hermione was now truly realizing: love. She...was in love with Harry? Where had that come from? As Hermione thought back on it, she realized that she'd always been in love with Harry, ever since he had come to her aid against that troll in the girl's bathroom way back in their first year. At the time, she'd thought it was Ron, but no..no, it was definitely Harry. Why else would she let him see her like that, or touch her like that? She'd never let Ron do that. No...it was Harry. Hermione was sure of that now. But...now what? Hermione had meant it last night when she'd told him that he had to work things out with Ginny. And, she still meant it. She still meant it as well that if need be, he could fuck Ginny. Whatever Harry had to do to get over Ginny. But, did she still mean it that she wouldn't mind if he fucked Ginny on the side, as long as Hermione had the rest of him? Again, her brain surprised her. Not only did she not mind, but she was now wondering what a 3-way would be like. Hermione was now slightly scared at what she was thinking. Was she becoming a sex maniac? She knew guys tended to be, but girls? But, now that her sexuality had been discovered, she realized just how strong it was. Indeed, she was now wondering about a four-way with her, Ginny, Harry, and Ron. She realized what the odds of a three-way or four-way were. But, there was the Imperius Curse, right? Now Hermione's brain was working. That's illegal, she thought. What about a love potion? That was legal, and judging by Ron from last year, the type that Fred and George made would be quite potent enough. Hermione had never before realized just how much fun sex was, and wonderful a healthy sex life could be. It was a little hard to believe, but Hermione knew that the only reason she'd never considered it before was because her eyes had never been opened to it before. She'd never had a sex life before. Now that she and Harry had had such an intimate experience, she found herself wanting more and more of it. She heard the shower turn off, and knew soon it would be her turn. As she gathered up her clothes, she made up her mind. Tonight, she would let Harry fuck her. She didn't care what she had to do, she wanted that. She wanted Harry to take her virginity, and she wanted to take Harry's virginity from him. She was sure, at least, that he had never had sex before. Certainly not with Cho, and she didn't see how Harry could have with Ginny last year, considering Ginny had O.W.L.'s and Harry his private lessons with Dumbledore. She stepped into the bathroom, locked the doors, and started the shower.


Harry had spent most of his time in the shower thinking. What did all this mean? His cock sure liked it, that was for sure, considering how painfully hard it was. Harry had had to struggle to keep his brain in control. He had only realized that day at Privet Drive that he had feelings for Hermione. Those feelings, despite never getting any time alone with her, had grown over the summer. During...his intimacy with Hermione, he'd given into his lust, but now that his brain was working right again, he realized now that it was more than lust he felt. It was...love. He was in love with Hermione. But, what did this mean? Harry could say he'd be fine if they were just friends with benefits. After all, he was a guy, and the way he was wired, he'd always be down for sex. But, he wanted more than that. He wanted to share things with her, have her share things with him, care for her. He didn't want just a fuck buddy; he wanted a relationship. Hermione was right about one thing though: he had to work out his feelings with Ginny first. Hermione had told Harry to fuck Ginny if need be. His cock was happy about that, but Harry had told himself he would only fuck Ginny if it needed to be. He wasn't sure whether he'd try to get into Ginny's pants, but if the situation arose, he knew that he would go ahead and do it.

Hermione had also told him she'd be okay with him fucking Ginny on the side. So, have Ginny be a friend with benefits? Harry wasn't sure Ginny would be okay with that. His cock would be, but his brain? His heart? Harry had told himself to keep himself open to the possibility. Well, as long as he would keep himself open to that possibility, what about...more? What about...a three-way with him, Hermione, and Ginny? Or, him, Ron, and Hermione? Or, a four-way, with him, Hermione, Ginny, and Ron?

Harry had known one thing, though. He didn't know how he knew, but he did. He wanted to lose his virginity to Hermione. He'd fuck Ginny if he needed too, but not before he'd had his first sex with Hermione. He knew though, that he'd have to talk with Ginny soon. He decided then, that tonight, no matter what, somehow, he would get in Hermione's pants. As he had finished his shower, his cock had gotten hard at the idea of getting action tonight. First, though, Harry had to get through this first day.