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Unsuspecting Sunday Afternoon	By : hrmny4etrnty2 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Hermione Views: 26893 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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There are so many important moments in a normal
person�s life. There are weddings, children being born; getting that job you so
desperately wanted. When you were a witch or wizard, important moments
multiplied. Passing NEWTs was extremely important to most. Being able to
successfully cast your first spell was another. The defeat of the Dark Lord had
been the most important moment to
date. Now, in her seventh year, Hermione Granger wanted to experience one of
the next most important moments in her life before leaving Hogwarts. She had
been secretly planning this for weeks. She had not mapped out a plan or tried
to study up on the subject, something untrue to form. She had already set
herself up for things to not go perfectly, not like a storybook. No, storybooks
were just that; not real, not raw. She wanted to remember this moment like no
other, in all its imperfect glory.

Then again, she hoped to be able to even experience
the moment at all. For this moment, this important occurrence, involved the
willing participation of another. In fact, it required the willing
participation of the one person she trusted the most. Weeks before, it hit her
like a ton of bricks; she trusted this person with her life. Why not trust him
with this? She had known him since they were eleven. He had seen her at her
worst and vice versa. Yes, the more she had thought about it the more it made
sense; clicking together like puzzle pieces.

She calmly made her way to the Great Hall on that
Saturday morning. She looked down and wondered if she had chosen appropriate
clothing for the day. She never was one for fashion sense.
She opted for one of her school skirts, shortening it with a quick sowing spell
and a fitted white shirt. This was definitely not the norm for her and she
hoped she wouldn�t seem too obvious. Once she made it to the doors, she had to
force herself to continue moving. There he was, in their usual spot at the
Gryffindor table. She knew this was her moment to approach him, hopefully
setting into motion the actions she longed to experience. �Good morning, boys.�
Her tone was cheerful with a smile to match. Ron simply nodded his hello, his
mouth too filled with food at the moment.

�Morning, Hermione.� She watched her innocent friend
fondly, knowing he hadn�t a clue of what was about to go down. Harry was,
without a doubt, the perfect male specimen. Gone were the days of an awkward,
nerdy-looking boy who had no idea what the wizarding
world had to offer. That boy was now
replaced by a man who had learned to hone his magical skills, accepted the fact
that people could love him, and taken a huge liking to Quidditch. The last is
what helped his body develop into something young witches longed to touch. She
was so lost in her thoughts that she hadn�t noticed her two friends staring at
her. �Hermione,� Harry began slowly, �stand up.�

�Damn,
I should have known better.� She continued to
mentally scold herself as she found the strength to stand. �What�s wrong?�

�Bloody hell, Hermione, you�ve never dressed like�that before!� Ron was clearly shocked at
her chosen attire. �Are you trying to give us a heart attack? Do you want Harry
and me to get detention for beating up every horny wizard that looks at you?�

�Ronald, it�s just clothing,� she sighed, rolling
her eyes in the process. She took that moment to look at Harry, his mouth
slightly open and his eyes traveling over her entirety. �Are you going to scold
me to?� �Please say yes, please say yes!

He shook his head, his eyes returning to hers,
following them as she seated herself once again. �Have anything planned for
today?�

Hermione inwardly smiled. �Actually Harry, I wanted
to discuss something important with you. What have you planned for the day?�

�We�ve got Quidditch practice after breakfast.�
Hermione scrunched her nose as she watched Ron finish his sentence with a mouth
half full of food. �What?� His eyes shone the true ignorance to her glare.

�Honestly Ron, I feel sorry for any witch you date.
You�ll have to have a sneeze-guard between the two of you if she plans on any
type of conversation at dinner.�

�A sneeze what?� Ron looked completely confused as
he glanced between an annoyed Hermione and smirking Harry.

�Never mind,� she sighed. She gained the courage to
look into Harry�s eyes once again. �What about after practice?�

�I�m completely yours.� At this, Hermione dropped
her fork. She coughed lightly as she tried to swallow her food. The last thing
she needed was to choke to death. �Hermione, are you okay?�

She sipped some pumpkin juice, allowing her throat
to clear. She watched as Ron and Harry exchanged odd looks, eventually
returning their gazes to her. �I�m fine, just went down the wrong pipe.� Ron
shrugged and continued eating while Harry nodded his head with acceptance for
the explanation. �Just meet me in our common room after practice.�

�Not a problem,� he smiled.

Feeling like her first part of the mission was
complete; she quickly rose and prepared to leave. �Ron, don�t eat so much you
throw up during practice. Harry, I�ll see you in a while.� She smiled warmly and
quickly turned away, almost bouncing out of the Great Hall.

Ron and Harry both leaned forward, gazing at
Hermione�s leaving figure.�You can see her damn knickers!� Ron quietly hissed.
�What bloody right does she have dressing like that?� He looked to see Harry
still staring. �And you! Some bloody help you were! If I didn�t know better,
you enjoyed that.�

�Ron, she�s no longer that eleven-year-old we met on
Hogwart�s Express. She�s seventeen��

�I know how bloody old she is, Harry!�

�She�s trying to find herself. I may be her best
friend, but I�m not blind. In fact, I�m single and find no embarrassment in
enjoying the female form when presented as so.�

�Harry, this is Hermione! She�s our bossy,
know-it-all, study-aholic, best friend.� He looked at
Harry, watching his eyebrows rise up and down. �You�re not right,� he sighed in
defeat.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Try as she might, her favorite book was not holding
her attention at the moment. She nervously sat on the couch in the private
common room awaiting Harry�s return from practice. So many emotions were
coursing thru her at that moment. She felt anxious, determined, excited�too
many things at the moment. She noticed her hands were fidgeting on top of her
open book, longing to be doing something else. She tried to force herself not
to allow images to invade her mind, for it would only make her upcoming mission
more difficult. How on earth was she supposed to do this? This whole way she
was approaching this was completely out of character for her. Then again,
wasn�t that the part that made it more thrilling? This was something that would
shock him to his core. In fact, she hoped it shocked him so much that he would
say yes without even thinking it thru. �You can do this,� she stated quietly,
giving herself some extra reassurance. But, the more she had time to think
about it, the more she questioned her strategy of the impending proposition.
Should she play it off as innocent, like she originally intended? Should she be
direct and forward? Should she be teasing about it? In the end, she knew she
had to be herself, or else she wouldn�t be comfortable, he�d think she was
losing it, and then the whole situation would go to hell. Just when she didn�t
think her nerves could worsen, she felt her stomach knot and her hands turn
clammy as she realized the portrait was opening.

He looked like he had quite the practice, but the
exhilaration that shown in his beautiful green eyes was evident. �Tell me again
why I continue to play Quidditch.�

�Because, you�re one of the best players Hogwarts
has seen in ages and you absolutely love the sport�and the attention.� She had
to add a smirk as she said the last part.

�Yes, quite the attention whore, I am.� He allowed a
haughty tone to his voice as he playfully made the declaration. This, along
with plopping down on the couch next to her, caused a giggle to escape from
Hermione. This alone caught his attention. Hermione can giggle? Sure, they had
shared moments of laughter over the years (years that were mainly filled with
gloom and torture, he might add), but this was a giggle�something completely
girly. Shaking off the moment, he decided to press on. �So, what is it that you
needed me for?�

That was a loaded question. There were several ways
she could answer it, all leading to the same point. Did she need some more time
to go over this? �If you want to get cleaned up first, you can. I know practice
can be rough for you.� Why was she stalling? At this rate, she would never get
the damn question out.

�Nah, it�s okay. That is, unless it will take long.�

�No, it shouldn�t take long.� She closed her book
and placed it on the table. Trying to get as comfortable as possible, in a
failing attempt to calm her nerves, she rearranged herself so that she was
sitting Indian-style and facing him.

Any other time, he would have thought nothing of
this. Then again, any other time, she wasn�t wearing a short skirt without her
school robes. Did she completely forget this fact? Did she not realize he had
an extremely pleasant view of her knickers? Sure, he had seen the backs of them
this morning as she made her way out of the Great Hall, but this time he was
able to see the more intimately-covered part. Averting his eyes quickly to her
face, he regained composure. �So, what�s up?�

�Seventh year is almost over,� she began quietly.
She started to look down, but knew she needed to see his reaction to what was
said. �We�ve been friends for years now, experiencing so many things together.
You�re my best friend.� The smile that played on her lips was nothing but
genuine.

�The closest,� he confirmed quietly, grabbing her
hands to prove his statement sincere.

Her smile grew wider at this gesture, but only made
the butterflies in her stomach swirl even more. �You are truly the only person
I trust wholeheartedly. We�ve had our share of disagreements, but nothing so
horrid that we couldn�t get over it.� Seeing that she had nothing but his
undivided attention, she decided to push forward and just get it over with.
�Harry, knowing how important you are to me, I�ve made a decision and have a
very important question to ask you.� She looked down at his hand still wrapped
in hers. �I�m not even going to ask, I�m just going to tell you.� She looked
him dead in the eyes and took the deepest breath of her life. �I want you to be
my first. I want you to take my virginity.�
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