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The Perfect Summer	By : harrypegger Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 276423 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 29
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, I just like playing in JKR's sandpit. Because of this, I OBVIOUSLY don't make any money from it.

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Thank you again for the reviews. I currently have two stories going that I'm trying to keep updated, which is a bit of a balancing act, so I figure one more chapter after this one before I go back to the other for a bit. I will admit to getting a bit bored with straight fic writing, so likely every chapter hereon out will be smutty. Hope that's ok with everyone. ;o)
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The saturday was actually pretty good, Harry had to admit. He had been a bit nervous about spending time alone with Hermione’s father, but he was actually quite companionable. They went to the local snooker hall and played a couple of games, Mr Granger plying him with questions about some of the aspects of the wizarding world that Hermione had less interest in like Quidditch, exploding snap and wizard chess. He had laughed out loud at some of Harry’s descriptions of spells going slightly wrong in class, most notably Seamus and his ability to make just about anything explode in his face.
They had returned home at around 4pm, with Hermione’s mother dropping some news that made both Harry and Hermione jump for joy inwardly. Friends of theirs had spare tickets to a play that night, as the people who were originally going had had something crop up at the last minute. It was something they had wanted to see for a while, so the opportunity was too good to pass up.
“Kids!” called Hermione’s mum from the kitchen.
“Yes mum?”
“Come in here please?” They both trooped into the kitchen, awaiting the decision.
“We’re going to go to the play, so we’re leaving you some money to order take away food, as we’ll be having dinner out as well. You’ve managed not to destroy the house while we’ve been at work, so I trust you not to have any wild parties while we’re gone.” Hermione rolled her eyes theatrically at this. “But still, we’re going to be back pretty late, so try and go to bed at a reasonable hour, I don’t want to come home and find you both completely wired on coffee and watching rubbish on TV.”
“Yes mum,” replied Hermione dutifully.
“Right, your father and I need to get ready. Scoot,” she said with a smile, and both of them ran back to the living room where they had been watching TV.
The adults took a good hour and a half to get ready, but finally they were saying their goodbyes and final dire warnings about parties and staying up late, one of them less seriously than the other. When they were gone, Hermione turned to Harry, her eyes bright.
“Take off your clothes,” she demanded.
“Hermione! At least wait until their car’s left the drive! What if they’ve forgotten something and come back for it?”
Hermione pouted, which actually made Harry laugh as he didn’t think he’d ever seen her pouting before, it was such a spoiled brat thing to do. He’d seen Dudley pout plenty of times, though mainly on him pouting meant screwing up his face into an ugly mess and whining until his parents gave in and let him have whatever he wanted.
“Oh shut up you,” she said, smacking him on the arm.
“I didn’t say anything!”
“You didn’t have to! I could hear you thinking it!” she answered
“What was I thinking then?” Harry challenged.
“You were thinking ‘oh, she’s cute when she pouts’, weren’t you?”
“Umm, well, yes, I was thinking that actually,” he admitted.
“So beware, Harry Potter,” she said smugly. “I can hear your thoughts!” His stomach rumbled in answer. “For instance,” she continued, “right now you’re thinking that you’re hungry,” she said. He laughed.
“You are clearly a genius, Hermione. Can we go and order food?”
“Fine,” she answered. “But after that we’ve eaten, you are going to take off your clothes,” she told him.
“After I’ve eaten, there will be no arguments,” he said with a grin.
Hermione went to order pizza for the two of them, and Harry sat down on the couch, silently thanking the Grangers for going out tonight. He heard Hermione’s voice as she phoned in an order to be delivered, and then she bounced back into the living room, dropping heavily into his lap, facing him with her legs either side of his.
“Right,” she declared in a businesslike tone. “If we have to keep our clothes on for a while, I expect kisses to make up for it.” Harry didn’t even get a chance to agree, Hermione simply mashed her lips to his and within seconds they were making out fiercely. He relished the feel of her straddling him and wrapped his arms around her, lightly touching her everywhere he could reach. They kept at this for a while, and Harry was just starting to get a little bolder and slipping his hands into her T-shirt, when the doorbell rang. Hermione moaned a complaint into his mouth before reluctantly pulling away and climbing off him to answer the door. He sat up, straightening out his clothes a little before standing up and heading to the kitchen where Hermione had taken the food.
“Okay,” she said as she laid everything out, “I got pepperoni, and a garlic bread, and a bottle of coke too, since mum and dad aren’t here to complain about how much sugar is in it,” she grinned.
“Sounds good,” he agreed with a grin of his own. She dished out the pizza onto some plates while Harry poured out two glasses of coke for them, before they headed back to the living room. They watched the TV while eating, more for something to do than because there was anything interesting on, and neither of them really wanted to slow down the meal significantly by trying to talk. Their kissing session had fanned certain flames in each of them.
Harry looked over as Hermione finished her meal with a sigh, putting her plate on the floor and stretching her arms out above her head. Then without so much as a glance in his direction, she pulled her T-shirt off over her head. Her bra followed it, and his eyes were riveted to her as she stood so that she could unfasten her jeans and push them down her legs, her knickers being pushed down at the same time. She sat back down and pulled her socks off before sitting cross legged on the couch.
“What are you doing?” asked Harry, when it appeared that no explanation was going to be forthcoming. She looked at him with an amused expression.
“Hmm? Oh, just waiting for you to finish eating, that’s all,” she responded before turning her attention back to the TV. She could be a real minx, Harry thought to himself as he practically shovelled the last of his pizza into his mouth, washing it down with the last of his coke. As soon as he put his plate on the floor he started pulling his clothes off, and in less than thirty seconds he was stark naked. He sat down and Hermione practically launched herself at him, knocking him onto his back with his girlfriend in his arms. Well, he wasn’t going to complain, he thought to himself as they started kissing again. Before long they were well entwined with each other, their arms around each other and his right leg between hers, so that he could feel her grinding a very wet pussy against his thigh as they snogged. His hands roamed all over her body, running his fingers through her hair, stroking as much of her boobs as he could while they were pressed against his own chest, and last but definitely not least, cupping and squeezing her perfectly shaped bum in his hands. Her grinding was becoming rather more insistent now, her kisses more frantic and Harry wondered if she was actually going to be able to get off from this. About a minute later he had his answer as she froze in his arms, burying her face into his neck with a moan as her hips jerked, pressing her sex firmly into his leg. Half a minute later she relaxed, rolling away from him and onto her side with a satisfied sigh.
Harry rolled to face her and took in her flushed face, satisfied smile and bright eyes. For a minute the two young lovers just looked at each other, until Harry broke the silence.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?”
She smiled in response. “You’re not too shabby yourself, Harry Potter.” She trailed her fingertips down his neck and chest, sweeping her hand out to his side and run across his hip and down his thigh, her feather light touches making him shiver a little. Slowly, her hand ran back up the inside of his leg before coming to rest on his balls. Gently she massaged them. He almost wanted to close his eyes to see if it would heighten the sensation, but he also wanted to keep looking at Hermione, who was looking down at his crotch as she played with his balls. Slowly her hand shifted until his cock was firmly in her grip and he did close his eyes now, and yes, it did heighten the sensation a little. She stroked him slowly, and his hand reach out almost unbidden to her body. He opened his eyes again as his hand ran from her hip and up her side, coming to rest with one of her breasts in his palm. He played with the nipple a little, making her gasp as he teased her. She was still stroking him maddeningly slowly, so he ran his hand back over her belly and between her legs. She spread herself slightly for him to allow his fingers inside her, looking right into his eyes as she did so. He probed her gently, sliding a finger into her wetness and drawing a long moan from her as he did so. He fingered her for a few moments, then pulled his finger out and rubber her clit. Or at least, where he thought her clit should be. He didn’t seem able to find the little bump that had been pointed out to him last time. Realising what he was doing and what he was struggling with, Hermione released her grip on him and placed her hand over his, guiding him to where she wanted him to touch her. She spread her legs further for him, hooking one leg over the back of the couch, and returned her own hand to his body. He kissed her, their lips touching gently as they brought each other closer to orgasm, but Hermione’s stroking of him was becoming a little distracted. Deciding she must be close, he tried an experiment and brought his head down a little bit so that the pink nipple of her still growing breast was within reach of his tongue. A quick flick brought a throaty moan, and fastening his lips around it and sucking brought a full blooded exclamation.
“Gods Harry, yes!” she moaned as he both fingered her clit and sucked at her breast. Her hand movement on his cock was fitful now at best, and within seconds stopped completely as Hermione came for the second time that night. Her body jerked again, her legs clamping down on the hand between them before relaxing and allowing him to pull his fingers away. Before he even really realised she was done, he felt her hand wrap around his shaft again and start to move much more quickly than before. He was so turned on this wasn’t going to take long now, and before long he felt himself tensing.
“Hermione, I’m going to cum,” he muttered.
“Good,” she replied, quickly followed by “Oh shit, not on the couch!” She stopped, and Harry made a frustrated noise, but Hermione shushed him. “Climb on top of me,” she ordered him. “No, not like that,” she corrected as he tried to roll on top of her. “Sit on my hips, legs either side.”
Harry did as he was instructed, and was pushed upright when he tried to lean down to kiss her.
“Just watch,” she said in a teasing voice as she started to stroke him again. He did as he was told, looking down at her as she masturbated him. He felt his orgasm working its way up his dick and this time said nothing, so Hermione kept her hand moving until the first spurt of cum shot from his cock. He gave a soft cry as he came, Hermione’s hand remaining fixed on his cock near the base, pulling his foreskin back to fully expose the almost purple head of his cock. He watched himself ejaculate all over the chest and belly of his best friend, the spurts gradually becoming less powerful until just a few drops of milky white fluid were squeezed from his cock and onto her belly. He looked up into her eyes again, tearing his gaze away from the unbelievably sexy view of Hermione’s body spattered with his cum to see her looking just as intently back at him.
“We should take this upstairs,” she said breathlessly. He nodded his agreement.
“Definitely.” He climbed off her and got to his feet, grabbing his clothes. “Should we put the plates away and stuff?” he asked. Hermione groaned.
“I suppose we should,” she grumbled as she stood up. “Ooh!” she exclaimed, making Harry look round.
“What?” he asked. She pointed at the spunk on her chest.
“It’s running,” she said, looking down as it slid down her skin, some of it sliding into her pubes. “Urgh,” she said. “I’ll have to get that out before it dries. I suppose this is where being hairless would actually come in handy.” Harry pictured that in his head as she grabbed her plate to take it back to the kitchen, and decided that he would be more than okay with that.
They turned out the lights as they headed upstairs, so even if they had to split in a hurry if her parents came home earlier than expected, it wouldn’t look like they had just bolted upstairs. Once in her bedroom Hermione grabbed a handful of tissues to wipe Harry’s load from her body.
“I didn’t think boys would have so much sperm,” she commented as she rubbed at her pubes.
“How do you even know what to expect at all?”
“I found a book of my mum and dads that’s all about sex,” she answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. He laughed.
“You learned about sex from a book? I suppose I shouldn’t be too surprised.” She threw him an exasperated look.
“I keep telling you that there’s a book for everything, but will you listen? No, you just charge right on in.” She considered this for a second. “Of course, sometimes you do need to practice what you’ve learned,” she said in a serious tone that was belied by the look she gave him.
“Can we have a look at this book then?” asked Harry curiously. She looked thoughtful.
“I don’t see why not, we just have to make sure to put it back. Hang on, I’ll go and get it.”
Harry lay back on Hermione’s bed as she ran off to get this book, and looked up as she came back in carrying a large (by muggle standards) hardback book.
“Okay, this is it,” she said as she sat down next to him, putting the book down in front of them. He sat up and examined it. There was a nude couple on the front cover, though nothing was showing, and the title was ‘The Loving Touch’. He opened it to a random page and immediately felt his face go a little red as there was an illustration of a man and a woman having sex, she on her back with her legs wrapped around his waist. He turned over a few pages, looking at all the positions that they had been drawn in, in some cases wondering how exactly you were supposed to get yourself into that pose.
“Yes, there’s a lot of positions,” Hermione said with some amusement in her voice.
“How do some of them even work?” he exclaimed. “Like this one, ‘the propellor’?” he pointed it out on the page. “Everything is pointing the wrong way! And this one, ‘the balancing act’? You’d have to be a bloody gymnast!”
Hermione laughed at his indignation. “Well I don’t think you’re supposed to go straight for the advanced ones. I think most couples stick to just a few, like missionary, or woman on top, or doggy. Every now and again people want to try something adventurous.”
“I suppose so,” he said grudgingly, still turning pages. Hermione took his hand away from the book and turned back much closer to the beginning.
“This is where I looked for most of what I know. It’s all about masturbation, what feels good for a man or a woman, even oral sex,” she said flushing slightly as she said it, but pressed on regardless. “So I tried to learn about how guys do it, different things women do and so on.”

“Did you try masturbating after finding this book?” asked Harry, curious.
“No, I didn’t find this until last summer.”
“So when did you start masturbating?” he asked. He had never pictured Hermione as the horny kind of girl, but it seemed like in private she was quite different to the demure and sensible girl that appeared in public.
“I was, umm, seven,” she admitted, blushing furiously. She must have seen the astounded look on his face as she continued “I was in the bath and washing myself, and just found out that it felt good to wash down there. One thing lead to another and before long I was having an orgasm. I didn’t really know what I was doing of course and it wasn’t a regular thing until I was about ten, but that was when I started. What about you?” she asked to try and deflect some attention from herself.
“Oh, it was last summer,” he said weakly. “I was actually humping a pillow the first time, but I worked out that using my hand would work just as well. It was a bit of a surprise the first time though,” he admitted with a grin. “I thought I was going to pee all over my pillow and ended up just shooting it all over the bed.”
Hermione giggled at that. Harry turned over a few pages in the book, stopping at the oral sex chapter. He actually read a little bit of it before going to the illustrations, but his cock began to rise as she saw the detailed pictures of ‘fellatio’ as he learned it was called.
“See something you like?” teased Hermione. He looked up with a slight blush.
“Little bit,” he said in what he intended to be a cool and indifferent sort of manner, but actually came out sounding a little strangled. He felt a hand touch his cock and looked round into her girlfriends eyes.
“Would you like to try it?” she asked, her own face rather flushed, although he wasn’t sure if that was from uncertainty, embarrassment or just plain horniness. He looked at her, unsure what to say.
“Are you sure?” he asked hesitantly, knowing he had to ask but praying the answer would be yes.
“With you Harry, yes,” she answered simply. “Because you care enough to ask things like that,” she added. He looked at her, uncertain whether he was allowed to be grinning right now. Then she grinned, and so he grinned back. “Lie down,” she instructed him. He did as he was told, and she positioned herself between his legs. He looked down as she took his cock in her hand and leaned down, stopping as he hair fell over her face. She brushed it back and tried again, only for the same thing to happen.
“Damnit,” she cursed. “Pass me one of those hairbands, would you Harry?” she asked, pointing to the bedside table. He grabbed one of them and handed it to her, watching her tie her hair back before taking his cock in her hand once more. This time when she bent her head to his crotch he had a great view of her pink tongue darting out to lick the head of his penis, and it felt like an electric shock had been run through him.
“Oh God, Hermione,” he moaned. “That’s amazing.” She looked up at him briefly and smiled before turning her attention back to his penis. She licked him again before opening her mouth and placing the head of his dick between her lips. Slowly, agonisingly slowly for Harry, she took him into her mouth. This had to be the greatest feeling of his life so far, he thought. Her mouth was warm and wet, and he moaned incoherently as she began to move her head up and down, her lips moving over his cock head. Her hand was also moving up and down on the bottom of his shaft, and so the whole of his dick was sending previously unknown sensations back to his brain. He watched as Hermione Granger sucked his cock, and he could never have imagined he would ever be so lucky. her expression was one of intense concentration and his head slumped back into the pillows and he stared at the ceiling as intense feelings assaulted his body. It couldn’t have been much more than two or three minutes when he felt a familiar feeling, albeit one that was considerably heightened.
“Hermione…” he somehow managed to articulate, though it came out sounding rather choked, “Gonna…gonna…” He didn’t make it to the end of the sentence, but he looked down and Hermione didn’t even pause. His vision actually blurred as he came into Hermione’s mouth, making her cough a little before she recovered and clamped her lips onto his dick again. He actually felt sure he was going to pass out, his whole head seemed to throb as he continued spurting semen onto Hermione’s tongue, but finally he was done, and Hermione raised her eyes to meet his as she slid her mouth off his member, still gripping the base with her hand. Her eyes were practically dancing as she sat up, and she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out at him, showing him the big pool of white on her tongue as well as strings of it all over the inside of her mouth, before she closed it and very deliberately swallowed. He just looked at her, too wiped out by the intensity of his orgasm to even respond to this blatant display of sexuality. Instead of pointed to his own chin.
“You missed some,” he said. Hermione looked puzzled for a second before catching on. Some of his semen had indeed escaped her mouth when she had coughed as he came and was sitting neatly on her chin in two little runs. She scooped it up with a finger and popped the finger in her mouth to suck it off.
“How was that?” she asked brightly. Harry just stared at her, then laughed.
‘God Hermione, that was just…unbelievable. You’re incredible. I can’t even say how much.”
She smiled at the effusive compliments and ducked her head to try and hide the slight blush. “I’m glad you liked it,” she said.
“Liked it? I LOVED it,” he corrected her. “How do I do it to you?” She looked up.
“You don’t have to,” she said.
“Yes I do. You have to know what that was like, at least as best as you can.”
“Well you could read the book,” she suggested with a smile, and a wave of her hand at the book still lying on the bed. He raised his eyebrows at her.
“Or you could just tell me, since you know it all already,” he answered back.
“I suppose I could just tell you,” she agreed with a slightly superior air. “Well first of all you need to let me lie down,” she told him, so he scooted out of the way and let her lie where he had been. “Then you need to get between my legs,” she added, spreading her thighs well apart for him. “Do you remember where my clit is?” she asked, slightly breathless with anticipation. He nodded. “Then you need to start licking it,” she said. Harry got down onto his belly with his face mere inches away from Hermione’s sopping wet pussy. His legs were hanging off the edge the the bed, but he would have put up with much worse to be in this position. With two fingers he spread her pussy lips to reveal pink flesh that was glistening with Hermione’s juices, and without further waiting he licked from her entrance to the very top of her slit.
“Oh!” exclaimed Hermione. He did it again, prompting more moans. Then, more gently he licked her again, trying to find that magic little bump that made her cum. When he found it, or at least thought he had found it, he started to lick it, nothing fancy, just a gentle rhythm that soon had her moaning in pleasure. He tried to analyse the taste a little, but couldn’t really come up with anything to compare it to, though it certainly wasn’t a bad taste. Ever one to experiment though, he wiggled one hand free and pushed a finger inside her while he was licking, prompting further noises and a loud “Oh gods yes,” from above. He moved it gently in and out, trying to keep everything coordinated. Out of the corner of his eyes he noticed her hands grip the bedclothes, and also that a flush had spread down from her face and onto the top of her chest. Figuring she might be close, he added a second finger to her pussy, eliciting a hiss from her. One of her hands grabbed his head, pulling him somewhat forcefully against her clit. He did the best he could in this position but it didn’t seem to matter as her body bucked off the bed, and he heard a strangled “Oh fuck!”. Her pussy was clamping down on his fingers, and he wasn’t sure whether he should keep going or not, so decided to try and just keep his tongue pressed against her, although she was bucking around so much that was quite difficult. Finally her movements became calmer, and so he pulled away from her crotch, sliding his fingers out of her as well. His whole lower face felt slick with her juices, and he grabbed some tissues to try and clean up before he kissed his girlfriend again. Wiping himself down, he lay down next to her and pulled her into his arms. They kissed, slowly and sensually, savouring the feelings that were running through their bodies as they lay together, unconsciously keeping as much skin contact as possible between them.
“You need to learn to watch your language Granger,” he teased her as they separated.
“Oh shut up,” she said tiredly, but with a grin. “I was in the middle of the greatest orgasm of my life, if I want to scream the F word at the top of my lungs, I will.” He coughed delicately.
“Greatest of your life?” he asked demurely. Her eyes sparkled.
“Oh yes,” she said. “By quite a bit I would say. I look forward to you becoming more practiced.”
“Does that mean I need to go and find someone else to practice on?”
“No, I think I can put up with the inconvenience of you practising on me,” she replied airily. They both collapsed into giggles. “What time is it?”
Harry looked over at the clock. “Nearly eleven.” She sighed.
“We should put the book back and go to bed. I feel ready to fall asleep, and I suspect my parents would not be okay with finding us in bed together.” As if on cue, Harry yawned, making Hermione giggle again. “See?”
“You’re right,” he admitted. He pulled himself to his feet, and dragged Hermione up as well, who shuffled off to replace the sex manual in its hiding place. Harry went out into the hallway and stood by the door to his bedroom, clothes in hand, waiting for Hermione. She padded back down the thickly carpeted corridor and Harry pulled her into an embrace, kissing her again. Before things could get out of hand again (and he did feel a slightly stirring in his groin), she pulled away.
“Goodnight Harry,” she said softly. He kissed her again.
“Goodnight Hermione.” She backed away to her bedroom door, smiling at him as they both turned away to go to their beds.
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