What A Girl Needs

Chapter 4

Hermione heard a soft tapping on her door later that day. Considering that everyone had left already, she assumed it was probably Harry coming for his promised visit. Sure enough he was standing out in the hallway, a slight blush on his cheeks, as she opened the door. “Come in Harry. I was just thinking about you.”

He grinned at her and stepped inside her room, closing the door. “I hope only good things,” he said sinking onto the side of her bed.

“Good in a way I guess,” she said with a shrug. “Mostly confused though,” she admitted.

“What’s confusing about me?” he asked, turning a bit as she settled next to him.

“I have found out a few things about you today that I didn’t know before is all,” she said with a blush. “I heard about Seamus from Ginny,” she admitted shyly.

“Ah,” he sighed, blushing again. “That was probably a mistake. We already talked about it and agreed it won’t happen again. I think it was one of those exploring your gay side things for Seamus. He discovered it feels nice but isn’t really for him in the long-run.”

“And you? Is it was you would like in the long-run?” she asked curiously.

Harry sighed and studied the floor. “I don’t know. I guess I like both, but I’ve heard that just means I haven’t figured out which I like for sure. Right now, though, I’m attracted to boys and girls almost equally. Kind of depends on the person though.”

“So you’re more attracted to people, rather than a gender?” she asked softly.

“Yeah, more or less,” he sighed.

“So how long have you been attracted to Ron?” she asked outright.

He blushed, but didn’t flinch. “About a year I guess. He’s changed a lot you know. He grew and filled out to start with, but then he also got this huge boost of confidence during the end of the war. With being in charge of tactics and all, he sort of developed this aura of command and confidence that just drives me…out of my mind,” he murmured, the blush creeping up his neck and face. “And then when we…when we all got together that one time…I stated to see him in a more sexual light.” He stared at the floor and then stuttered out, “It’s sort of the same with you too, you know.”

“Me?” she blinked in surprise. “Really?”

“Yeah,” he said softly, falling onto his back with a sigh. “I mean you were really something that night. It’s like you changed from just my friend into a woman before my eyes. The way you arched into Ron…that way your mouth moved over me…just everything. I can’t tell you how many fantasies I’ve had about that night,” he said, shifting against the bed uncomfortably and closing his eyes.

She could clearly see the bulge forming in his dark slacks and blushed faintly. This wasn’t quite the track she’d expected this conversation to take. Nibbling on her lip for a moment, she made a quick decision. Harry started slightly as she swung her legs over his thighs and reached for the button of his slacks.

“Hermione?” he gasped in surprise, jerking up on his elbows. “What are you….”

“Just…just let me okay?” she said blushing and tugging at his zipper. “I’ve only done it once and I’d…I’d like to get better at it. I need you to tell me how to do it right.”

“Alright,” he said after a moment, reaching out and snagging a pillow so he could watch her more easily. “But if you want to stop at any time it’s fine,” he pressed. Who was he to argue?

Nodding jerkily, she tugged at his slacks and underwear, pulling them down as his lifted his hips, and leaving them around his thighs. She swallowed as she eyed his half erect cock, hovering over his right thigh. She swore it was bigger than last time, but knew it wasn’t. It was just one more area that Harry was blessed in. Wouldn’t that piss off a few Slytherins? The Boy Who Lived Twice was also The Boy Who Was Hung Like a Fucking Horse. The thought made her smile a bit and gave her the courage to reach out and wrap her slim fingers around him, stroking him gently into full hardness.

“Oh Harry, you are so amazing,” she whispered. “It’s just so perfect; everything, the length…the width. It’s really very nice.”

He smiled and blushed. “I wish I could say I made it myself, but thanks anyway. It’s not always so great though. Some of my lovers have admitted that it’s a little uncomfortable to take, especially other men.”

“Really?” she murmured, stroking and exploring him. Her fingers just barely touched around him and he had to have been at least eight inches, maybe a bit more. It was probably the width the got most people. She had long fingers after all and they only just touched. “I’d bet women love it though. You’re really wide, so they’d feel fuller.”

“It’s not so great when most of my partners are virgins,” he said, sighing at her touch. “That feels awesome ‘Mione.”

She nodded her understanding. “It hurt a little with Ron I guess. He’s not as wide though and a bit shorter. It’s probably a good thing he was the one that did it and not you I guess. Still…” she murmured. “Still I wonder what it would have been like to be with you instead.”

She leaned down and gently lapped over the head of his weeping length. He tasted just like before, musky, salty and a little bitter. It wasn’t bad, but it certainly was different from anything she’d normally want to taste. He hummed in appreciation as she ran her tongue over him again and then took the head into her warm mouth.

After a few moments of teasing him, he stroked his hand over her cheek. “‘Mione, take off your panties and turn a bit so I can taste you,” he said huskily.

She pulled up off of him, staring at him in surprise. “You don’t have to do that Harry,” she said, flushing red. “I wasn’t asking for it at lunch you know.”

“I know, but I want to do it,” he said, eyes glittering with something she didn’t quite recognize. “I’m pretty good at it too. Maybe not as good as Malfoy, but I can do it. Just try it a little. If you don’t like it, I’ll stop, promise,” he murmured, sliding his hands up under her skirt as best he could.

Blushing and nibbling at her lip, she rose up off of him and tugged her panties down and off. “What should I do?” she asked, red faced and embarrassed.

“Straddle my chest,” he said tugging at her gently. “Don’t be embarrassed Hermione. It’s fine.”

With a mortified squeak she threw her leg over his chest and bent down until her cheek brushed his thigh. “Good,” he came his muffled praise. “Back up a bit…right there,” he coaxed gently. “Okay so far?” he asked.

She nodded jerkily against his leg, reaching for his straining cock as a distraction from her embarrassment. He groaned softly as she took him in her mouth again. She very nearly jumped off of him at the first lap of his tongue. It was warm and wet and soft, his breath dancing over sensitive flesh as he explored her swollen folds. “Okay?” she asked shyly against his weeping tip, grateful she’d thought to bath after lunch to get rid of Draco’s smell on her. The thought that Harry’s tongue was where Draco’s cock had been only hours ago, was a bit of a turn on though.

“Mmm,” he hummed tickling his tongue around her outer lips. “You have a nice flavor,” he murmured. “It’s kind of light and sweet. You must have washed though; I can’t taste him at all. You’re too clean,” he sighed, before attacking her with a soft groan. She gasped as he sucked a fair amount of flesh into his warm mouth and darted his tongue deep between her folds. It was like a kiss, but…down there. It took her a few moments to remember what she was supposed to be doing and soon she was stroking him enthusiastically with her tongue, lips and occasionally her teeth; the later making him jerk and groan, nipping at her own flesh in retaliation.

“Oh Harry, this is amazing,” she sighed rubbing her cheek against his straining erection, tickling her tongue over his clenched balls. “You are really…just…oh,” she gasped as he nibbled at her swollen clit and then sank his tongue deep inside her. “I want to feel you inside me.”

She lifted off of his face and swung around, flushing lightly at the sight of his glistening lips and chin, at the sight of his darkened eyes, shuttered in excitement. Leaning down she lapped her tongue over his chin and kissed him deeply, groaning at the taste of herself on him. “Fuck me Harry,” she begged softly. “I need to feel you inside me.”

He growled and flipped both of them over, Hermione squealing in surprise as she thumped back against the mattress. He kissed her hard and sank into her body in one brutal thrust. Her mouth opened in a surprise gasp at the sudden fullness inside her. He felt different from Draco and Ron. He stretched her to her limits and reached so far inside, her womb almost protested the intrusion against it. She felt a faint twinge of something when she realized this was the second time that day she’d had sex, and not with the same guy. Shrugging it off to deal with later she turned her attention to the man inside her.

Panting, she reached under his white button up and raked her nails down his back, arching into him as he pulled out and thrust again. As he began his fast, hard assault, she held onto him, her nails likely biting into his flesh as she tried to wrap her brain around the idea of this forceful man being the same gentle boy she’d grown up with. He wasn’t hurting her, not in the least, but she’d vaguely imagined that he’d hold back like he’d done the first time they were together. He didn’t though and that oddly made her all the more excited. She arched up into him as he thrust again, aroused at the thought that he trusted her enough and had relaxed enough to open up to her like this. She even found herself whispering ‘Harder Harry’ when he bit into her shoulder, groaning and panting.

“Fuck ‘Mione,” he groaned, increasing the power of his thrusts, scooting her gradually across the bed until she had to hang on to him so she wouldn’t hang over the edge. “Tell me I’m not hurting you,” he ground out harshly, his vibrant green eyes boring into her liquid brown, glasses completely askew.

She pulled off his glasses and tossed them towards her pillows, hoping they’d survive the encounter. “You’re not,” she gasped reaching up and biting at his neck, scratching his back with her short nails. “It feels amazing Harry. You don’t have to be careful, I won’t break.”

He groaned and kissed her hard again before yanking out of her. “Turn over,” he ordered roughly, rising to his knees and kicking out of his shoes and pants.

She blushed, but nodded and turned over onto her hands and knees, glancing at him over her shoulder. “Like this?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he muttered distractedly, tracing his hands over her bottom. “You have a fucking awesome ass ‘Mione.”

“So I hear,” she said in amusement, remembering Draco’s similar words from that morning. Daringly she teased him. “Draco said he’d like to fuck it sometime. He said it made his teeth ache to look at it.”

“Malfoy is smarter that he looks,” Harry muttered, tracing his thumb down the valley of her bottom. “Have you even been fucked like that?”

“No,” she admitted, shifting. She was too aroused to be just chatting.

Harry hummed softly at that, slowly sliding back into her body. “It feels good you know,” he sighed after a few hard thrusts. “At first it’s a little uncomfortable, but once the muscles relax it pretty awesome.”

Hermione nodded and groaned. Harry was really good at this; more than she ever thought he would be. She thought he’d be all awkward and shy; he had been the first time they’d done stuff together. Apparently he’d relaxed a bit since then.

She was just starting to get into the groove of things again when he pulled out and ran his damp cock up the valley of her rear. “I want to fuck you here,” he groaned softly, his voice harsher than she’d ever heard it. “Just relax a bit,” he coaxed, not bothering to ask if it was okay, before pressing the blunt head of his swollen cock to her rosebud. She tried desperately not to tense up. For one she knew it was going to hurt and another, she wasn’t sure if she was ready to try this so soon. Despite that, he slowly began to breech the tight entrance.

Hermione gasped as the aching burn started. Her muscles protested the abrupt intrusion, trying to clench and keep the invader out. Harry ignored their defenses and rocked gently against her. “Bear down a bit,” he grunted, “It’ll help open you up a bit.” Blushing fiercely she did as he asked, hardly believing she was doing something so very intimate with her best friend, even more intimate than what they’d been doing right before this moment.

It stung a bit more than she was comfortable with, making her wonder when exactly it was supposed to feel good. Just when she decided she was going to cry and push him off of her, his head slipped smoothly into her body and the clenching muscles began to relax. OH! That was definitely different….

“Bloody hell, you’re tight!” he grunted. “Tell me it doesn’t hurt,” he said in a tight voice, rocking gently, deeper with each stroke.

“Not so much now,” she gasped, her cheeks flaming. “Oh, Merlin, I can’t believe I’m actually doing this,” she said, mortified.

He froze. “Do you want to stop?” he asked gently, the forceful man suddenly gone and replaced by her sweet friend; the one that worried about everyone’s safety incessantly. “We can you know,” he said starting to withdraw. “I should have asked.”

“No!” she gasped, surprising herself even. “It’s just different and my first time. It’s a little embarrassing that you’re there is all. It’s just…dirty…you know?”

He leaned over and kissed her shoulder, reaching for his discarded wand. “Maybe this’ll help,” he said. She felt the tip up his wand against her stretched entrance and suddenly an odd gurgling sensation. It disappeared after a moment and she frowned over her shoulder. He chuckled at the bewildered look on her face. “It’s a spell a lot of gay wizards use to clean out their partner. So now you’re nice and squeaky clean inside and there’s nothing to worry about,” he assured her.

She nodded, still embarrassed, but she did feel better about the whole thing now that she didn’t have to worry about whether there’d be an accident. He pulled out, muttered a cleansing charm and thrust into her weeping core a few times, before pulling out again. Once more he began the slow press into her tight nether entrance, this time going much smoother than the first. After a few short thrusts, she sighed as he came to a rest, balls deep inside her.

“Okay?” he asked panting, eyes rolling back slightly at her vise grip on his cock. He’d be lucky to last more than a minute at this rate.

“I think so,” she said shyly. “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

He nibbled at her shoulder and buried his face in her hair, drawing out of her slowly, then just as slowly thrusting back inside. When she seemed to relax, he sighed in relief. He hadn’t known if she’d really be able to relax or not. This was Hermione after all and doing things she hadn’t studied thoroughly wasn’t inside her comfort zone. He hadn’t been sure if she would allow this at all when he’d first demanded it.

Seeing if she could handle a bit more, he thrust hard on the next return, drawing a surprised gasp from her. “Okay still?” he whispered.

“Y-yes,” she gasped as he thrust hard again. “Keep doing that,” she moaned as she jerked under the next thrust.

Closing his eyes and grunting softly, he slowly sped up, not bothering to gentle his thrusts as his body started to demand more. He knew if he got too rough, she’d say something or at least her body would. Harry was pleased to find that the rougher he got, the more pliant she became, until finally she was gasping his name into her pillows and gripping her bedspread for dear life as he hammered steadily into her. Few of his partners let go enough for him to relax his defenses this far. Seamus had done pretty well for his first time, but alcohol had probably played a part in that. Most of them complained if he got too rough though. Hermione on the other hand, she was something.

“Oh Harry!” she gasped in a high breathy voice. “I can’t believe…how good this is,” she groaned. Her face was flushed with both shock and arousal. She felt excessively naughty doing such a thing, but it felt amazing. She couldn’t deny that for a moment. What would everyone think if they could see this little bookworm now?

Resting her weight on her chest and shoulders, she reached down with her right hand and stroked her clit. She could probably orgasm without touching herself, but she wanted the intensity that only her hand could bring. Plus Harry was getting close to finishing. His hips were rapidly losing all rhythm and getting rather jerky. Even she’d heard enough about sex to guess that.

“I’m close ‘Mione,” he gasped, confirming her thoughts. “Can I come inside you?” he asked breathlessly. It’s not like she could get pregnant this way, but it didn’t hurt to check anyway.

“Yes,” she panted, doubling her efforts on her swollen clit. “Harry, I need you inside me!”

“I am inside…,” he gasped not understanding for a moment. She whimpered and tilted her hips, offering herself to him in the most primitive gesture of supplication. Jerking out of her tight rear, he entered her soaked core in a hard thrust, pressing two fingers into her rear instead.

She arched her back in surprise and the odd combination, tightening suddenly around his invading cock and screaming high and breathlessly as her orgasm ripped through her body. Harry grunted and jerked, pulling from her one last time, and then harshly slamming home, coming before he was even fully seated inside her gripping core. “Ah fuck, Hermione!” he grunted, pouring into her hot body with several jerks and short, hard thrusts. Closing his eyes and swallowing, he shuddered and stroked her back gently, trying to catch his breath. “You okay?” he panted, his hips still twitching against her, the aftershocks of his orgasm still tingling in his lower body.

She looked over her shoulder and nodded. “Yeah, I am. Thank you Harry. That was really…amazing.”

He smiled and gingerly pulled out of her, wincing at the abuse he’d put his body through. “Yeah it was. Thank you,” he sighed, flopping onto his back. He grinned at her, “What happened to my sweet little bookworm ‘Mione?”

“She grew up,” Hermione said with a small smile, snuggling into his side.

“I’m glad,” he laughed. “Does that mean new bad girl ‘Mione might like to do this again some time?” he asked shifting slightly. He leaned down and kissed her thoroughly before pulling back for her answer.

“Yeah I would, though maybe you could bring Ron next time,” she teased. “That’s something I’d like to try again too.”

“Oh?” he said with a grin. “Why’s that?”

“I was thinking, barely mind you, when you were fucking me and had your fingers in me, how interesting it would feel to have two cocks inside me instead,” she admitted shyly.

He laughed and kissed her. “Dirty girl. Trust our ‘Mione to become insatiable on her search for sexual knowledge, just like every other subject she’s ever come across.”

She whacked him lightly on the shoulder and blushed. “Jerk. Just for that, maybe I’ll invite Draco instead of Ron. Let’s see how you feel then.”

“Malfoy is pretty hot,” Harry said with a shrug. “Besides,” he said grinning, “My cock is bigger than his. The locker room is the one place he’s never taunted me.” She giggled and shook her head. Men.