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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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Chapter List
- 1-Hermione's Revelation
- 2-Harry's Assessment
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A/N:
So, here is a companion piece to Let Me Enlighten You � Hermione�s
Revelation. Please see the note at the end of the story regarding the possible
third piece.

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 � Harry�s Assessment

Hermione Granger makes me feel insatiable.

Have I ever been able to deny her anything?

No!

Let me enlighten you.

She�s sitting at my kitchen table, lifting a beer
bottle to her mouth, and it quickly becomes clear. Hermione Granger is fucking
hot! Currently, she�s making my blood boil.

It�s been two nights since that damn Witch Weekly quiz; the one that caused
me to use a silencing charm on my room that night, for fear she would hear the
grunts and groans caused by my self-gratification.

How fucking pathetic is that? I have a woman that I
find gorgeous, staying the night at my house, who causes me to have the most
satisfying arousal I have ever experienced, and I end up wanking off! What the
hell is that all about?

Oh, I know the reason why. It�s because I am a (insert
annoying, sissy voice here) decent guy.

Could someone tell me why I am feeling this sexual
attraction to her now? You know, it�s
not like she�s changed outwardly in the past several years. She still has days
where her hair is bushier than usual. Her clothing style is really no
different. Her smile still lights up a room. Her breasts are still pert. Her
legs are still long�gah!

I feel slightly dirty for my new musings, but not
dirty enough to stop. It�s almost like finding a naughty magazine or porno video
when you�re underage. You know you shouldn�t look, you know it�s wrong, but
your fascination about it is too strong to look away.

Her plump lips, the way they wrap around the rim of
her beer bottle as she takes a swig; it�s enough to stir an erection. Never
before in my life have I wished to be a beer bottle. Right now, it�s all I
want. Is that too much to ask?

Okay, I guess a part of me has always been attracted
to Hermione, but it�s always been a safe attraction. Her personality and heart
were enough to draw me to her, but never cause a reaction like I�ve experienced
the past few days.

Does that make me a pig?

These are the times when I wish to hell I had a male
friend. Ron doesn�t count. The only part of him that thinks when he�s with a
woman is his dick. Plus, it would just be really strange to discuss a sexual
attraction to Hermione with him. I�d almost feel like I�d be talking to him
about his sister. No, definitely not an option!

I guess if I think about it, a sexual attraction was
really the only thing missing from my relationship with her. We have an
emotional bond that�s practically unbreakable and a magical bond that really
has never been explained. What�s left except
for sex?

Now, we seemed to have a nice little flirty thing
going on during that quiz she gave. Maybe it�s my turn to initiate something,
but nothing too pushy.

Dear Merlin, her eyes are gorgeous. I could, quite
possibly, become lost in those dark depths for hours. I wonder what her face
looks like when she has an orgasm.

STOP THAT!

Potter, get a grip before you blow your load right
here at the kitchen table. That would
certainly call for an uncomfortable explanation.

I wonder if she�s a screamer or a moaner, kinky or
conventional, dominant or submissive.

Bloody hell, my jeans feel like they�re two sizes
too small!

Ron in a mini skirt, Ron in a mini skirt, Ron in a
mini skirt�

Whew, that did it!

Damn, she�s looking at me! How long has she been
looking at me? Ack, she�s smirking, like she knows this big joke that I have yet
to be let in on.

�Take a picture, it will last longer.�

Damn, damn, damn! Okay, she knows I�ve been staring.
It�s not something I can lie about (because, with her, I suck at that). �I was
just wondering what my beautiful witchy friend wanted to do tonight.� Awe yeah,
she�s blushing. And from such a simple statement! Smooth, Potter, smooth and
suave; I didn�t know I had it in me!

�I�m fine simply being here with you, Harry.�

If I didn�t know better, I�d think she was trying to
come on to me. Yes, there was a definite husky tone to her voice. Suddenly, a
brilliant plan forms in my mind. We need to pick up where we left off, but move
up a step from a generic quiz. �We should do a question and answer game.�

�What do you mean?�

�I was thinking it could be fun to ask strange
questions and see what kind of answers came out.�

�Okay, that sounds interesting.� She was agreeing
quickly and enthusiastically. Score 1 for me!

�You go first with a question.� Hey, I thought of
the idea. Plus, she�s my guest so it�s only hospitable to let the guest go
first. This has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that I�m strangely
nervous�an emotion I�m not used to feeling around Hermione.

She bit her lower lip, an act I have come to find
adorable, looking like she was trying to think of a decent first question.
�What�s the strangest thing you can do?�

I hesitated for a moment, not sure if I should
reveal the first thing that popped into my mind. �I can do something truly
disgusting with my tongue.�

�Is that a fact? Let�s see.� I opened my mouth and
began to slither my tongue, almost like a snake. I then proceeded to curl it
three different ways. She watched intently. �Interesting,� she smirked. �It�s
your turn.�

�Do you have any hidden talents?� Yes, I�m an
uninventive chicken shit who steals other people�s questions. Do you have a
problem with that?

�You mean, besides magical?� I nodded and noticed she
brought her thumb to her mouth, biting the tip nervously. �Well, there is one
thing that I�m able to do�that showcases�well, it�it�s hard to explain.� I
continued to look at her, encouraging her to continue. �I can fake an
orgasm�even though I�ve never properly experienced one.�

I know for a fact my eyes bulged at the mere
thought. My mouth was slightly opening but no sound was coming out. Then,
confusion happened. �Wait, I thought you said you�ve had sex before.�

She was blushing now. Why, I have no clue. She just
admitted to being able to fake an orgasm and now she has something to be embarrassed about? �It�s a bit difficult
for some girls to enjoy their first time because of how painful it can be.�

The only thought that crossed my mind was finding
out the name of the bloke that denied her pleasure after taking her virginity.
What a damn selfish prat! The least he could have done was gotten it up a
second time for her sake. Wait, what am I saying? This leaves the door wide
open for me! I could be the one to
give her the long-awaited first and proper orgasm!

�Harry, are you okay?�

Damn, I did it again! �Sorry, spaced out,� I
mumbled. Yes, I am pathetic. �Well, what are you waiting for?� I grinned
widely, not able to contain my excitement for what I was about to witness.

She lightly laughed, her eyes closing while she
tried to put herself into the right state of mind. Before I knew it, the most
glorious sounds were escaping Hermione�s mouth. Pants, moans, and pleasurable
cries of ecstasy�it was all there. I watched as her hands ran through her hair.
Her face contorted into expressions that matched the heavenly sounds. All I
could do was sit and watch, wondering how someone who had never experienced
this pleasure could recreate it so well. I gulped, feeling my body responded to
the site and sounds before me. All I could do was hope that she would finish
soon. Then it came, her final cry to signify the nonexistent release.

She quickly opened her eyes. �There�s my hidden
talent.� Her voice was quiet, but she actually seemed quite pleased with
herself. �It�s my turn, right?�

I could only nod, not trusting my voice. I quickly
grabbed my beer bottle, knowing that I needed something to quench the thirst I
was feeling but knowing that beer was the last thing my body desired.

�Why do they call it a blow job?�

I quickly spit out the beer. I shouldn�t have been
shocked by the question, but for some strange reason, I was. Even though I was
seeing Hermione in a different light, there were still certain actions and
words that I would find almost taboo coming from her.

�Well, I mean, honestly. Is there any blowing
involved? From what I�ve heard, it�s mostly sucking and licking.� I know she
had to notice my eyes widening even more, if that was possible. �Really, I was
just curious to know.�

And, although it seemed rather awkward, I decided to
take it all in stride. After all, this game was my idea. I must suffer the consequences. �Well, yes,
there�s mostly �uh, suck...lick�that stuff.� Then again, accepting my fate
didn�t mean my speech would magically turn eloquent. �Actually, I don�t know
why they call it that,� I finished softly.

�Haven�t you ever had one?�

�Uh�� My mind was reeling, and then quickly snapped
back to top form. �You can�t ask me another question yet!� I smirked in triumph,
watching her slightly pout at my quick thinking. �Let�s see�oh, I know a good
question!� Since we seemed to be following down a perverted path, I wanted to
keep it going. I was slowly becoming more comfortable with it. �Have you ever
been caught pleasuring yourself?�

It was now her turn to spit out the small amount of beer
she attempted to swallow. �Harry James Potter! I�I�what kind of a question�?� I
continued to stare at her, trying to read her mind. �I haven�t been caught, but
I have been unknowingly interrupted. You know, knocks on the door�things like
that��

I listened as her voice grew softer, relishing in
the fact that teenage girls also had to deal with awkward masturbation moments.
Then, she fidgeted a bit, and I wondered if I had gone too far.

�Have you ever had a blow job?�

I felt myself relax and stiffen at the same time. I
never knew that was possible. I looked her directly in the eyes, seeing a hint
of devilishness invading the usual innocence. �No.� I had to grin slightly when
I noticed that a very small smile crept over her lips, but she quickly
dismissed it and looked at me expectantly. I realized it was my turn and a
naughty thought crept into my mind. �Who took your virginity?�

She shifted uncomfortably. A part of me wondered if
it was Ron. He had never said anything to me, but it�s not like it would have
surprised me. After all, they did date sixth year. Maybe he thought she would
hex his balls off if he told me. Maybe she did
threaten to hex his balls off! I felt a nauseous pain in my stomach, suddenly
wishing I hadn�t asked the question.

�I�ll tell you who if you tell me, at the same time,
who took your virginity.�

I mulled over this offer, thinking that I might miss
Ron�s name with the sound of my own voice interjecting. �That seems fair
enough. On the count of three; one, two, three��

�Oliver Wood.�

�Katie Bell.�

We stared at each other in shock, allowing our
answers to sink in. Then, before we knew it, we were laughing at our
admissions. Once I was able to contain my laughter, I had to state the oddness
of it all. �How fucking weird is that? We lost our virginities to people who
are now married to one another!�

�Sweet Merlin, Harry, I don�t know what I was
expecting but it certainly wasn�t that!�

�Me? What about you? My former Quidditch captain
deflowered my best friend.� Even though it was a weird thought, I did feel a sense
of relief that it wasn�t Ron.

�How often do you masturbate within a week�s time?�

I can�t explain it, but this question made me blush.
Guys may talk about it with one another, but it�s not like we make it a
practice discussing spanking the monkey with the opposite sex. Still, I had to
remind myself that this was my idea. Not once did I state certain subjects were
off limits. �Well, I�d have to say, in a normal week�five times.�

�It is a decent stress reliever.�Her eyes began to
wander around the room as I nodded in agreement. Really, what else can you say
to that admission?

�Have you ever watched and porno and if not, would
you ever want to?� Believe me, there is a method to my madness. Contrary to
popular belief, there are some decent porno videos out there. Besides, I think
it�s built into the genetics of most guys to enjoy partaking in the viewing of
at least several porn videos during a lifetime.

She didn�t initially react like I thought she would;
which I was almost sure would be shock and outrage. Rather, she sat for a
moment and seemed to be genuinely contemplating her answer. I just hoped that
her answer wouldn�t involve hexing off my bits. �No, I have never seen one. As
for if I would ever want to; that all depends. It would have to be one that�s
done at least somewhat tastefully, nothing sadist or anything like that. Also,
I would either watch it alone or with someone I completely trusted.�

Now this
was definitely interesting information! This is data that I would have to keep
stored at the forefront of my brain.

�What do you think about when you masturbate?�

DANGER! DANGER!

THIS IS A SETUP, POTTER!

Never in my life have I experienced internal
conflict like this. On one hand, I feel if I answer honestly, she�ll be
mortified and sickened. On the other hand, if I answer dishonestly, I miss out
on a clear and open opportunity to let her know how I�m feeling. What is a
bloke to do? On the inside, I�m panicking. On the outside, I�m sure I look like
an idiot. She has to know there�s a reason I�m procrastinating. It�s not one of
the questions you really have to ponder. She�s looking at me expectantly. Uh
oh, she definitely knows something is up. Maybe she�s expecting my answer to be
her and is upset that I�m not saying so. Then again, maybe she realizes it�s
her and wishes I would just make up something to spare her the mortification. Okay,
deep breath. You can do this, Potter. Just be honest. If she is disgusted,
you�ll just work through it. Okay, here it goes. �Well, recently, when I do
it�Ithinkofyou.�

She�s staring at me quizzically. I think she heard
correctly, but doesn�t believe she heard me correctly. Then, ever so slowly, I
see her begin to grin. �Really?�

Now, I could assume a lot from this one word. Was
she teasing? Was she flirting? Was she pleased? Was this the calm before the
storm? I decided to press my luck with my next question; knowing full well that
the beer was giving me that extra boost of confidence, though I was far from
being drunk. �Do�do you want to watch a porno with me�right now?�

I watched intently, her grin never faltering. �You
have a telly in your room, right?�

A/N:
My question for the next part is should I tell it from both points of view? So
far, each of them has had an entire piece to themselves. Also, should I really
have them watching a porno, or move on to something more�interesting? Please,
let me know what you think!
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