Hermione's First Kiss

Harry’s first kiss with Cho blazed across the pages.
Hermione is much more private (but not any less passionate).
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“Hold still for crying out loud!”
Hermione sighed and straightened her back. Having Ginny do her hair had seemed like a good idea at the time, but time was running out. Growing up in a family of boys, she knew Ginny treasured these opportunities to feel like a girl. Come to think of it, as an only child, so did she.

First had been the manicure. She had gone for a French look with the white edges on her nails. Let the others giggle; they certainly swooned when she brought muggle fashion magazines from home. Like most magical folk, they had the clothes sense of a horse. So now she sat quietly in her knickers as Ginny performed a complicated weave with six strands of hair, wrapping them around the back of her head into a crescendo of sparkles and flowers. It hadn’t been easy. Her bushy hair had been washed and conditioned until it was slick as a cat in a butter churn (where did that come from!). And now she was almost unrecognisable without frizz outlining her face. She decided that the face she could now see was reasonably nice looking – good skin, high cheekbones, and she had lost the baby fat that had pursued her throughout her life. As Ginny yanked and twisted, she contemplated the rest. At fifteen, she was as developed as the other girls. No one made fun of her anymore for being a plank. Her breasts were full and shapely. Be thankful for small mercies her mother always said; and she was glad that she was firm, no pencil test for her. As for the basement, well, she was well acquainted with herself there. Being an only child was not the only reason she liked to read. Her mother had gotten quite upset when she had seen Hermione rocking back and forth on her heel as she turned the pages. Hermione loved her mother and so when she told Hermione it was bad and asked her to stop, she did, while her mother was around. She mostly liked rubbing herself in the early morning. Lying in bed with the sun beaming in through her curtains, the birds singing and the sound of the wind in the trees, that was the best. Lately there had been a noticeable change in how she felt when she rubbed. The waves flowing through her carried her along with the wind. If this is what being a teenager is all about, she was enjoying it. When Ginny arrived at Hogwarts, she didn’t know a thing about her own body. She was horrified when Hermione took her in the shower and showed her how to touch herself. But Ginny was a strong willed aggressive young lady and in short order she had embraced the new sensations. Now she loved being a girl, instead of hating being left out by her brothers.

“There, it’s done.”
“Wow! Ginny you’re magic! It’s beautiful”
Hermione stood up in the mirror. She held her shoulders back and slowly turned so she could see the work of art that now adorned her head. It really was something.
“Now let’s get your dress on without screwing it up” said Ginny.
Hermione had spent hours looking for the right dress. She had finally found it in a Paris advert. It was pale blue and strapless to show off her exquisite shoulders and with her first push-up bra there was enough cleavage to scare a goat (what? lately she had been having thoughts that only a few years ago she would have thought gross). It tightly hugged her down to her knees where it trailed out. A split up the front made her feel daring and sexy.
“Ok, step in and I’ll do you up." said Ginny.
“Wait, just one thing I have to do.” said Hermione.
And then, with a gasp from Ginny, she slipped off her knickers.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing!” whispered Ginny.
“All my life I’ve hidden from myself, and now that someone thinks I’m beautiful, I want to enjoy it.” said Hermione.
“What did he say?”
“He said I was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He was very gallant. He took my hand and asked if I would be his guest at the ball. I almost told him I should be asking him because it was my school but he’s so nice I didn’t want to embarrass him. From looking at him everyone thinks he’s moody and dark, but he’s actually quite funny – he makes me laugh.” Hermione got a dreamy look in her eyes and continued, “We talked the whole day. I’ve never met someone who talks to me like a person.” Then she squinted, “Not your brother, that’s for sure.”
“Hey, I’ve grown up in a family of men who treat me like a pet. Neville may not be my fantasy date, but at least he treats me like a human.” mused Ginny. “I just haven’t decided yet if I’ll kiss him or not.”
“Of course you should!” exclaimed Hermione. “I mean you don’t have to stick your tongue down his throat, but it’s never to early to get in some good practice.”
“Yeah, well what about Victor, are you going to snog him?”
Hermione blushed, “I don’t know that. It’s special between us, we just have to let it take its time. Things will happen when they happen.”
She stepped into the dress and Ginny lifted it up and zipped the back. After a few adjustments to get the cleavage looking right ( one boob always seemed bigger than the other), she surveyed herself. She had bewitched the dress by adding muted colour accents . When she turned, the dress seemed to change colour slightly and shimmered as she twirled. Without her knickers on, she got excited and this gave her a slight flush that made her look radiant.
Now it was Ginny’s turn, but she had already commandeered two other girls to help her, so Hermione wandered down to the lobby where she was to meet Victor. As she floated down the stairs, his face said everything she wanted to hear. His eyes starred, his mouth fell open and, with a very self-satisfied smile, she was sure she could see a bulge in his pants.
“Hermy-one,” he gulped, “you are gorgeous!”
She giggled, “It’s Her-my-oh-nee.”
“Come, let us valk in the garden, I don’t vant to share you vit anyone.”
She held out her arm and they went outside. The stars were out in force and the fairly lights in the bushes made the garden sparkle.
“Herm-own-ninny, I vant to kiss you.”
Her mind raced as her mother’s voice rang through her head ‘NO YOU DON’T, YOUNG LADY’.
“OK, but I don’t really know how.”
“Do not vorry. I vill show you. First, vet your lips vit your tongue, then close your eyes.”
And then, in the garden, with fairies glittering all around, and the smell of herbs and flowers, Victor placed his hand on the side of her face, and gently pressed his lips to hers. Hermione grabbed tightly to him as she felt dizzy and he had to hold her up. Then he turned her head slightly, and pressed harder, taking control of her mouth. As he stroked her neck, his hand slid down to her breast and she finally found the ecstasy of doing what she had never done before - trust a boy enough to release control of herself to him. His tongue caressed her lips and she wished he would force it into her, and then he did. Their tongues danced together as she lost herself in his strength. Just as his kisses trailed down to her neck, Professor McGonagall lit up her wand and announced that all champions and partners must proceed into the hall. Hermione gasped and held tight to Victor as she inhaled his scent and felt his hands and body against her. Now she knew why she should have kept her knickers on, she was so wet she was almost dripping down her leg.

As they danced, Victor wrapped his arm around her waste and drew her after him. His hands, which were so good at holding onto to the snitch now, held her and she let him. They spun and twirled and she flashed and shimmered like a rainbow. As the music ended, Krum whispered “I vish to take Hermy-own down to the lake.”
“Yes, it’s beautiful down there.” said Hermione, but she was thinking she’d like to be alone with him too.
As they strolled arm in arm around the edge of the lake, Hermione realized that Krum was talking to her and she hadn’t heard a word he’d said. She hadn’t noticed because she had spent the last ten minutes looking at his muscles. She hadn’t even looked at his eyes yet. She blushed at the thought and he said she looked even more beautiful than before. As they came to a quiet spot out of sight, Victor drew her in and kissed her again. And again she let herself go to him. He stroked her neck, and kissed her shoulders and moved his hands around to the back of her dress. For a few moments she started planning how she could get her dress off without bruising his ego, but then he found the hidden zipper and it fell to the ground. He fumbled for a moment with her bra but then it was gone too and she stood pale and glowing in the moonlight.
“Herm-own-ninny is the most beautiful thing in the world.” he whispered.
Hermione on the other hand felt somewhat embarrassed to be standing naked in front of him, and a little chilly. But then he pulled off his shirt, dropped his pants and collected her in a rush of kisses. ‘I love you.’ she squeaked. “And I love you more than anything else in the world.” he replied.
Now his hands were stroking down her sides and cupping her breasts.
“I vant to feel your breasts crushed against my chest.”
‘Yes”
As he squeezed her against him, all she could think was “Yes, I want to.”
His hand trailed down from her breast to her stomach and she quivered. Then down to her clit and she quaked. She could feel him slide his fingers into her and stroke her. She began to lose herself, feeling like they were melting together and knew that this is what love is.
He laid her down on the grass and said, “I vant to kiss your breasts.”
“Ok.”
“I vant to feel your nipples stand up hard against my tongue.”
“Yes.”
He lazily moved from one breast to the other, as her nipples rose up to him.
“I vant to taste you.”
What the hell did that mean, she thought. He’d already licked most of her body, what was left to taste?
Then Victor moved down and drew her clit into his mouth, sliding it back and forth while flicking it with his tongue. Hermione thought she had died and gone to heaven. She felt the rush of climax as he scooped his tongue through her. Then he was back to her nipples and they were back too. As he moved up her body, she could feel his cock sliding up her leg until it was poised above her. She wanted to tell him ‘come on, come on’ but couldn’t find a voice. She remembered Pansy Parkington in the girl’s washroom describing how she had taken Draco. He was trying to be gentle when she finally blurted out “Oh for God’s sake, just put it in. I want it to hurt. That’s the way it’s suppose to be.” But now that it was her turn, Hermione wasn’t sure she wanted to bleed like Pansy said she had. But Victor was not to be denied. With the same grace and power he used to capture the snitch, he now spread her apart and pressed himself in. Hermione gasped. He was big and she could feel herself swelling around him. His muscles moved with precision and control as he pushed further in each time until she let out a little “Ow, Ow.” When it hurt, he eased off and thrust gently until she whimpered. Then he would push in, stretching her further each time. He took such care with her, she loved the feeling of being covered and protected as his body rocked back and forth on her. Finally he lifted her up and, kneeling on the grass, crushed her down onto him. By now she was so stretched, it didn’t really hurt. She exploded with orgasm. She could see the waves of energy around them, coming from the trees and through the sky and she felt like she belonged to the earth.
Then Victor groaned and she could feel him throbbing inside of her. As she though “I did that!” she came again.
As they relaxed together, Victor slid his left hand slowly down her back and without warning ran his finger into her bum.
“Oh, Victor…..” She was about to say he had gone in the wrong hole but then discovered she could feel herself getting ready to come again. This was well and truly above anything she was able to do herself. When she masturbated, she always felt herself floating or swimming and was never exactly sure when she was going to come. But his finger had given her bum something to squeeze and it was like having an early warning detector. As she approached orgasm, her bum began to spasm, which told her she was ready to come. She almost giggled at the thought that she now realized loving someone included loving their bum, but instead, she came again.

They lay entwined on the grass watching the stars turn above them. Victor took her and turned her over. “Not again, Victor. You’re not going to try and teach me everything tonight are you?”
“I vish to have sex vit Hermy-own for ever.” he murmured in her ear.
“Except that’s Hermy-own’s heiny you’re about to have sex with, Victor.”
“I vould never hurt you. If it hurts you vill tell me and ve vill slow down.”
And then he was inside her again. Slowly, as slowly as he had the first time, he plunged deeper and deeper into her ass while he massaged her snitch with his fingers. And she came again and again. And she found another reason bums were so nice to have. When he came in her pussy, it mostly dribbled out down her leg. When he now came in her ass, it felt like a little lump and she was happy because she got to keep a bit of him with her.

Hermione ran her hands through his hair and kissed his neck as they said goodbye at the doors of the castle. After many trys, they finally let go and she made her way back to the Griffindor common room. She had someone who loved her, and she loved.

Over the next few weeks, they discovered more nooks and crannies than even the Marauder’s Map knew of. One time while she was on her knees and had Victor in her mouth, she thought she saw Dumbledore hiding behind a statute of Bran the Bloodthirsty, the front of his robes pumping away as he secretly watched them. Victor wanted her so often she felt like the nose of a four-year-old with an over active finger (yech!).

“Finally!” shouted Ron as she crawled through the door late one night. “We’ve been working on these spells for hours. How are we supposed to pass if you’re not here to fix our technique.”
“Perhaps you’re supposed to pay attention in class and do your homework.” replied Hermione angrily. This was exactly why she loved Victor and not Ron. But even as she said it, she realized it wasn’t true. Why couldn’t Ron sweep her up in his arms and take her. Why couldn’t he be mature and funny and physical. Victor seemed everything she wanted, but he wasn’t what she wanted.
“What’s wrong, Victor didn’t snog you enough?” shouted Ron. “You certainly seem to have spent enough time correcting his technique.”
“Oh shut up Ron! If you care so much, why don’t you just shut up and kiss me! Why can’t you show a little more spine.”
As his mouth gaped and closed like a fish and his face burned as red as his hair, Ron felt his bile rising, not at Victor but at himself.
“Oh shit.” said Hermione sadly. “I’m going to bed.”
As she snuggled into Victor, she wondered why Ron couldn’t defeat the security spells as easily as Victor had. One night she dreamed he had crawled into her bed, only to find the next morning he had. The other girls lay in jealous silence as they listened to her moaning and crying. Although to be honest, only half was from Victor, the other sounds came from the little voice inside her head that chirped ‘This’ll shut them up tighter than a virgin’s ass’ (damm, where are these thoughts coming from). She wanted Ron, but she needed Victor.