Let Me Enlighten You | By : hrmny4etrnty2 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 13275 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A/N:
So, here is a short story that was bugging me and I just had to write.
FAIR
WARNING: Neither character may be portrayed as some Harry Potter fans seem fit.
This story takes place after Hogwarts;
therefore we really don’t know how the characters would act in their ‘adult’
life. No, I’m not taking into consideration the epilogue of Deathly Hallows; for the mere
fact that H/Hr didn’t happen and consequently we don’t really know how their
personalities may change had they been together. (Thank you, JKR, for screwing
that one up!)
Enjoy
this piece of mindless fluff! – Rated R for language and sexual innuendo.
Let
Me Enlighten You – Hermione’s Revelation
Harry Potter is perfect.
Didn’t you get the memo?
No?
Let me enlighten you.
I’m sitting at his kitchen table, the effects of
some superb alcohol clouding my brain a bit, and it suddenly becomes clear.
Harry-fucking-Potter is perfect!
How I never realized it before is beyond me. Quite
possibly, I subconsciously knew it but didn’t allow myself the luxury of
recognition. After all, we had been quite busy during the previous several
years. While trying to destroy a Dark Lord and his minions, it’s easy to
overlook attractions to the opposite sex...or same sex, whichever sends your
wand into a tizzy.
During our last year at Hogwarts, we weren’t at
Hogwarts. Makes perfect sense, doesn’t it? No, while most seventeen- and
eighteen-year-olds are left to worry about graduation and dates, we were hiking
around to various places, camping out in a tent, and trying to not die. As you
can tell, we succeeded!
Following the triumph of passing our N.E.W.T. exams
about a year ago, Ron decided to try his hand at professional Quidditch. If you
want my honest opinion, which I know you do, I think his main choice for this
profession was fan girls. As a matter of fact, I can almost guarantee the
number of girls he’s slept with amounts to a great number than my I.Q., and
that’s pretty high. The sad thing is I can nearly guarantee this due to the
fact of near confirmation in an OWL that Harry received from him. I wasn’t
snooping. Honestly, if Harry deemed it personal, he wouldn’t have put it in his
desk drawer. I mean, really, he has to know I look in there. I have no problems
with this knowledge, mind you; except for the fact that I truly hope he
remembers to cast the contraception charm each and every time. The last thing
this world needs is numerous offspring of Ronald Weasley birthed by various
women. Scary thought, that is.
Unfortunately (but also fortunately) Harry and I have
been left reeling from the whole experience of the war. We’ve worked past the
whole ‘angst, depression’ period. Right now, we’re both currently in the stage
of not letting outsiders in. So, it’s become almost a nightly routine of
sitting at his kitchen table with a couple of drinks, or watching a movie on
his sofa; which is good, but presently bad.
Why, oh why, am I suddenly finding him attractive?
I’ve known him for eight years and not once has he shown a hint of sexiness!
Where does he get off doing this now? He has no damn right! Okay, I need to
calm down and evaluate what exactly it is that I find sexy about him. After
that has been hashed out, I can confront him on this and make him stop. Good
idea, huh?
Sexy attribute one; his hair is constantly in a
state of bed head. Now, I’ve seen Ron with bed head and all I want to do is
force a comb into his hand in order to remedy the problem. The unruly look is
definitely not becoming on him. But, on Harry, it absolutely bloody works!
Sexy attribute two consists of two words; Biceps and
chest. Good god, Quidditch did that man wonders! Currently, he’s wearing a
white undershirt and it totally allows a chance for my eyes to feast upon the
outline of his muscles. I must see if I can find him some thicker shirts.
Sexy
attribute three deals with his lower region. No, not that! Harry has a gorgeous
bum. True, I have only seen that bum clad in jeans and dress pants, but it’s
cute nonetheless. Right now, I’d love to stand him up, just for the purpose of
pinching those cheeks. Maybe I should cut back a little on the alcohol.
Sexy attribute four is his smile; one that makes you
long to drop your panties and beg for release.
Ack, he’s doing it right now! Focus on the
friendship, Granger, focus.
Sweet Merlin, he’s licking his lips!
I guess I would have to add his tongue to sexy
attribute four. Mmm…I wonder what marvelous skills that tongue possesses.
Seriously, need to get a grip before I wet myself.
Sexy attribute five would have to be his eyes. I
swear, those doors to his soul are like two emeralds. Never in my life did I
think one pair of eyes could hold so much emotion. What’s bad is that, not only
do they hold emotion; they can see the hidden emotions of those he knows well.
Unfortunately, that includes me…which means I can’t hide a damn thing from him.
Stupid prat.
Stupid sexy prat.
Stupid, sexy, muscular prat.
Hey, wait. What’s he doing going through my bag?
“What are you doing?”
He looks up and smirks. Hell, he can go through
anything of mine. “Well, you were sitting there not saying much, so I thought I
would amuse myself.”
“And you do this by going through my personal
belongings?”
He simply nodded, still smirking.
Stupid, sexy, muscular, nosey prat.
“Oh my god,” he was chuckling. Er, did I have some
tampons in there that I forgot about? “You actually read Witch Weekly?”
“Hey, they have some good articles!” Seriously, they
do!
He brought it over to the table with him, but before
he could open it I snatched it from his grasp. Ooohhh, maybe I should have been
a Seeker! If they ever invent a non-flying form of Quidditch, I’ll be sure to
try out. Hmm…a non-flying form of Quidditch. Can that
even be done?
“Hey, I was going to read that and tease you more.”
There was that fucking smile again!
“I’m sure you were,” I soothed sarcastically.
Flipping through the magazine carelessly, I happened upon a quiz I had been
taking just that afternoon. An evil thought overtook my mind and a shot of
boldness zoomed through my body. I had to smirk at my wicked, witchy ways.
“I’ve got something to help the boredom,” I snickered.
To my shock, he didn’t look the least bit uneasy.
“Sure, go for it.” Ugh, he just winked at me! I cannot let him get the upper
hand here.
“It’s a sex quiz,” I announced evenly as he took a
drink of his beer. He coughed mid-swallow. Score 1 for me! “Still game?” I
totally meant for my tone to be as teasing as it was!
“Sure, it’s not like I’ve got any other pressing
plans.” Damn it! Damn it all to hell with that bloody smile!
I just had to keep my cool and maintain the upper hand. “First question;
ideally, how often would you like to have sex? Option one is at least once a
day, every day. Option two is 3 to 5 times a week. Option three is 1 to 2 times
a week. Option four is less than once a week.”
He looked truly thoughtful for a moment. “Well, I guess it would all depend on
the relationship. If we’re speaking in terms of my future wife, my answer would
be once a day, every day.”
My insides caught on fire at his words. Good god, once a day would not be
enough of that body! “Okay,” I replied and checked off the answer. My voice was
a bit shaky, but my writing hand didn’t let me down. “Second question; when is
the best time to have sex? Option one is just about any time. Option two is in
the morning. Option three is in the afternoon. Option four is early evening.
Option five is just before going to sleep.”
Again, a thoughtful expression graced his facial features. “Just about any
time, I guess.”
I nodded and closed my eyes once I was looking down. Expelling the breath I was
holding, I marked down his answer and hoped I would make it through the entire
quiz. “Question three; during sex, what position do you prefer? Option one is
on top. Option two is on bottom. Option three is in various positions. Option
four is no preference.” I heard him softly chuckle and looked up. He was
smiling sheepishly, a hint of nervousness hidden in the depth of his emerald
eyes. “What’s so funny?”
“Well, I’ve only done it once,” he began to blush a bit, “and it didn’t last
very long, so I really can’t say a preference since I’ve only experienced one
position.”
A part of me was utterly shocked that he shared that
bit of information with me. Another part of me felt sympathy for his admitting
that he hadn’t lasted long during his first and only sexual expedition. The
biggest part of me wanted to find the girl and hex her for sharing something
that intimate with him. Stop that! He’s not your property!
“I guess I’d like to experience being on the bottom.
That’d be hot.”
My god, he was talking to me like I was Ron! I don’t
know if I should be flattered or appalled. Then again, maybe I should join in.
“Having the girl on top is fun.”
Again, he coughed on the beer he was trying to
swallow. He really needs to stop doing that. It’s not one of his sexy
attributes. “Hermione Jane Granger,” he was smirking wildly, “is there
something you’ve failed to tell me?”
I can play this game! “Nothing more than what you
failed to tell me,” I cooed. Wait, did I actually coo? Good god, I really need
to stop drinking.
“Who was it with?”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, you’re trying to divert the
attention off of the matter at hand.”
“Fine,” he relented, “but you will tell me.” The
devilish glint in his eyes couldn’t be missed.
“Um…yeah…so, um…question four; would you have sex in a public place? Option one
is absolutely. Option two is only if you were certain that you were alone.
Option three is maybe if you had a few drinks. Option four is now way.”
A smirk appeared on his face and his cheeks flushed. “I always had this fantasy
about doing it…at a Quidditch game. You know, sitting in the stands in a far
off area.” He gazed forward, seemingly lost in the fantasy he had just admitted
to.
I continued to stare at him, my imagination running wild. I pictured him and me
in the stands at said Quidditch match, the nearest people maybe 15 feet from
us. I move to his lap, straddling him. Clothing difficulties aside (who really
needs to be concerned with technicalities in a fantasy), my mind’s eye sees us
rocking back and forth in a synchronized rhythm, but not too much lest we give
ourselves away. Our lips are locked, muffling the small cries and moans that
escape from the both of us. As my imagination delves further, I can almost feel
him buried in me; moving at an agonizingly slow rate. He simply seems like the
type that would want to draw out the pleasure for the woman’s sake. I
concentrate on the thought of riding him, having sexual control of him. A small
moan escaping through my lips without reservation, I’m totally lost in my own
world and had completely forgotten where I was and who I was with.
“Hermione, did you hear me?”
The haze of desire lifts from my eyes, only to find
him staring at me intently. “Hmm?” It’s the only think
I can think of to say. I don’t trust myself to speak actual syllables at that
second.
“I said I would pick option one; absolutely.”
I felt utterly humiliated as he continued to look at me. His expression made it
seem as though he was the cat that just swallowed the canary. I’ll deny anything
and everything if he corners me. He can’t make me admit to anything…yet. “Okay,
question five; what is your first choice of perfect foreplay? Option one is
touching, hugging, stroking, kissing. Option two is your partner initiating
sex. Option three is your partner suggesting a quickie with no foreplay. Option
four is your partner coming to bed naked.” I looked up and his eyes seemed to
burn into mine. Was I imagining this? Was it possible that Harry Potter, my
best friend in the whole world, was looking at me with…desire in his eyes? Then
again, that was the preferred effect I was aiming for.
“The touching…hugging…stroke…option one,” he blurted out.
I lower my head, pen in hand, and ready to mark down
his answer, when out of the corner of my eye I see his hands working at peeling
the label off his beer bottle. Did Harry always have such long fingers? Long
fingers can be useful for a myriad of reasons, plenty of which are sexual.
Stop!
“Question six; what would you prefer to do after sex? Option one is kiss and
cuddle. Option two is smoke. Option three is roll over and go to sleep. Option
four is take a shower. Option five is talk. Option six is eat and drink. Option
seven is watch television. Option eight is something else.”
“I’ll pick the safe and most enjoyable one; kissing and cuddling.” His response
was quick, but I could tell it was genuine. It made me wonder if he had done
this after sex act subsequent to his first and only time.
“Question seven; have you thought about sex yet today? Option one is it hasn’t
left my mind since I work up. Option two is yes, a few times. Option three is
yes, once. Option four is no, not yet.”
“Option two; a few times,” he confessed quietly, seeming almost embarrassed in
the admission.
I pushed all thoughts down, knowing that I only had one question left. Just one
more question, and I could run into the guestroom and scratch the itch that had
been a nuisance since shortly after our drinking began. I could allow my hands
to roam my body, imagining that they were his hands. There was just one more
question left and I would be able to fully discover what I was already slowly
realizing. “Question eight, the last one; how important is a great sex life for
your over-all happiness? Option one is it’s absolutely necessary. Option two is
it’s important but not absolutely necessary. Option three is it’s a nice bonus,
but you can be happy without a great sex life. Option four is you honestly
don’t care much about sex.”
Before giving his final response, he allowed himself to contemplate. I had
never noticed it before, but he looked totally endearing when he was
concentrating on his thoughts. Maybe that could be sexy attribute six. “You’re
going to think I’m a pig.”
My eyes widened as I backed away a little. Why would I think he was a pig? I’ve
heard how much guys love sex, so it wouldn’t surprise me in the least if he
chose option one. “No, I promise I won’t think such a thing.”
He appeared apprehensive, but continued forward. “While I don’t think it is
absolutely necessary, I do think it’s important. I choose option two.” I tried
my damndest to hide my smile. I couldn’t believe it, yet I could. Here it was
in front of me, the black and white proclaiming the obvious. “So, what do my
answers mean? Am I a sex addict in the making?” he chuckled lightly.
I shook my head and continued to look down, not allowing my eyes to show their
true emotions. After a several seconds, I felt okay to return my gaze to his.
“No, actually it means you’re the perfect man.” With that said, there was no
hiding my smile.
“Did you take it?” he quickly inquired.
“Y-yes,” I stammered. “I took it earlier today.” Where was my sensual
confidence going? It seemed to be deflating under this newfound information.
“Well?” I looked back and forth at the combined answers, trying to show a look
of slight shock when I handed him both results. I watched as his eyes scanned the
two sets of results, both pools of green lighting up with slight disbelief. “We
gave the same answers.” I gently nodded my head, somehow knowing he was just as
affected by this revelation.
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