Day Eleven
He stares at the ceiling, trying to work through his feelings. A frustrated huff escapes his lips, and he winces, knowing he’s about to be asked-
“What’s wrong?”
He sighs. “I dunno, just… we never stayed anywhere for longer than a week,”
“Restless?” Hermione asks. He nods. “Me too,”
“Really?”
“I feel itchy,” she explains, setting aside her book. “Like we should be doing something, anything,”
“Exactly!” he exclaims, propping himself up on his elbow to look at her. “And I know I deserve the rest, but… I don’t know how to,”
“I think you can give yourself a little credit,” she smiles. “It’s been eleven days,”
“Probably more rest than my whole life combined,” he jokes. She doesn’t laugh, giving him that pitying look he hates. “Mi, I’m fine,”
“You’re not,” she retorts.
He rolls his eyes but doesn’t argue with her. She’s right, of course. He closes his eyes, letting his mind wander again. He doesn’t like the places they wander to. “How’s your book?” he asks, hoping to distract himself from spiraling.
“Are you really asking about one of my books?” she asks incredulously. “Or is it just because you don’t want to process whatever emotions you’re having over there?”
He huffs in annoyance, flopping over onto his stomach. “Not fair,” he grumbles into the sheets. She laughs, sliding her fingers in his messy locks to play with them. “I want to be better, though,”
“Better?”
“About your books,”
“What do you mean?”
He shrugs. “You're my girlfriend. I just- I think I should be better about engaging in your interests,”
She eyes him suspiciously. “And it has nothing to do with the fact that I’m reading a sex book?”
He laughs. “No, it doesn’t. I didn’t even realize you were reading that one today,”
“I’m not. It’s a new one,”
“You finished that one already?!?”
“Of course,”
“Blimey, I knew you read fast, but wow. Tell me something about it,”
Her fingers still, and he looks up, finding a very flustered Hermione. He chuckles. It’s easily the funnest part of their new relationship, how easily he can make her blush.
“Well, I- um,” she stammers. “This one is- that’s to say that- I… um,”
“What sort of book is it?” he tries, a little surprised at how flustered she is. “Like diagrams or-”
“Fictional,” she mutters.
He raises his eyebrows in surprise. “You don’t usually read fictional,”
“I used to, you know!” she protests. “Besides, it came highly rated. Ginny might have recommended it,”
“You asked Ginny? For a book recommendation?”
“No, she offered after she cornered me in the kitchen about why there was a silencing charm on the stairs,” she hissed. “I tried to wave it off, but she just looked at me and said I should read this. Told me it was on her shelf,”
“I see. Well, which one is it she might have told me about-”
‘Harry!” she groans, annoyed at his teasing. “You told me you weren’t experienced, you know,”
“Noooo,” he laughs. “I told you I hadn’t had sex before. There’s a difference,”
“You and your differences,” she mutters. “I always wondered what you and Ginny got up to,”
“Oh yeah?” he teases, brushing his fingers over her tight jeans. “I could show you,”
“Oh, no, that’s fine-” she squeaks. “I don’t- besides, Ron will be back up soon,”
“And?”
“And- I-”
Harry frowns. “Hermione, are you not attracted to him?”
“I am!”
“You seemed okay yesterday. Was it not?”
"No, it was great. I just-” she squeezes her eyes shut in frustration. “I am attracted to him. That’s the problem,”
“I’m not following,”
“You and I have always been a bit touchy with each other,” she explains. “It’s easy with you. With Ron? I get all nervous and squirmy, and I don’t know what to do. I can kiss him! And I love kissing him, but the rest is just- I get too in my head,”
“Well, that’s not so bad,” he assures her. “You just have to relax,”
“Harry, this is me we’re talking about,”
“Come here,” he says, grabbing her hand and giving it a tug. She sighs and scoots down the bed, curling up in his arms. “No one expects anything from you, okay? We love you,”
“I know. It’s me that’s frustrated. I want to be able to just do it,”
“Well, there is this thing called practice,” he chuckles, trailing his fingers across her body.
“I’m just worried about being awkward. You know how much I hate awkward things,”
“I know, but can I tell you a secret?”
‘Mhmm,”
“It’s always a bit awkward,”
She scoffs. “You and Ron seem just fine,”
“He slipped in the shower this morning,”
She looks up at him, wide-eyed. “He did not,”
“He did!”
She giggles. “During or after or-”
“Actively engaging,”
She snickers. “That makes me feel a bit better,”
He grabs the back of her thigh and pulls it across his hip, giving him better access to her butt. She gulps nervously.
“You’re my good girl, Mione,” he murmurs softly, remembering how much she liked that yesterday. “You just need a little practice.”
She melts into his body, and he kisses her deeply, doing his best to pour out love and patience. He slides his hand up her shirt, grazing his thumb across the skin below her bra. She moans into his mouth, and he can’t help but grin. Kissing Ron was extensive and intense, like flying. But kissing Hermione was like coming home, soft and warm.
Knock knock.
“Just me,”
Hermione tenses, but Harry holds her still, coaxing her to relax again with his soft touches, praying Ron can read the room. The door creaks open, and there’s a sharp inhale before the bed dips at their feet.
“Look at you two,” Ron says with a reverent tone. “Okay with an audience?”
Harry breaks away, and Hermione whimpers, chasing his lips. “What do you say, love?”
She turns pink again. Harry gives her a squeeze to reassure her. “Okay,” she says softly. Harry dives back, kissing her a little rougher, letting Ron do whatever he wants. He feels the bed dip behind him, meaning Ron’s sat on his other side, but then he feels pressure, Hermione’s leg being pressed into him. He sneaks a glance and sees Ron holding on to her calf, rubbing small circles against her skin.
Harry returns to his efforts, sensing Hermione’s tension again. “You’re doing so good, baby,” he murmurs against her lips. She moans at the praise. He takes a chance and slips his hand a little higher, his thumb slipping into her bra. She pulls away for a moment, her eyes wide, before she looks up, and her eyes go even bigger.
Harry glances upwards and sees Ron’s smiling face above them, watching them with an intense curiosity. Seizing the moment, he slides his hand higher, brushing across her nipple, making them both moan.
“Harry,” she whines, her voice tight with nerves.
“You can look at him,” Harry encourages, glancing up at Ron to see if he will clue into what’s happening. Thankfully, he seems to.
“Hello, beautiful,” Ron smiles at her. “Are you having fun?”
“Ye-yes- ah Harry!” she moans as he brushes against her nipple again. “You’re such a tease,”
“Am I?” he laughs.
“He really is love, you’re not wrong,”
“Well, fine then,” Harry grins, pulling away. “I won’t tease,””
“What?” she asks offended.
He smirks at her. “Mmm, you’ll have to ask Ron. He’s much less of a tease, see?” He arches up towards Ron, who meets him halfway, kissing him hard enough that he momentarily forgets his goal.
“Oh,” she says softly.
Harry breaks away from the kiss and gives Ron a subtle nod towards Hermione. Ron grins and climbs over him so he’s hovering above their intertwined bodies. He leans down and captures Hermione’s mouth on his own, and she moans. Harry will never get sick of that sound.
Wanting to elicit more sounds from Hermione’s mouth, he reaches a hand around and presses on Ron’s back, forcing his hips closer to their bodies. It works better than he expected, and Hermione seems suddenly overcome with desperation. She hooks an arm around Ron’s neck, pulling him in closer, practically pushing Harry out of the way.
Harry bites back a laugh as he watches them snog each other so hard they can’t breathe, relishing every moan and whine that comes out of his partner’s mouths. He continues to apply pressure to Ron’s back, encouraging him to grind against her.
Ron moans into her mouth. “Love you, want you,”
Hermione stiffens, and Harry groans internally. “Don’t get in your head, baby,” he tells her. She takes a deep breath and releases it, relaxing further into the bed taking Ron with her.
“Want you too,” she whines.
“Yeah?” Ron asks softly, and Harry can see he’s the nervous one now. He watches Hermione nod, and Ron summons all his Gryffindor courage to slide a hand between their bodies.
“Mmm, Ron,” she moans, arching into his touch. “I-I want-”
“What do you want, baby?” Ron murmurs. “Tell me,”
Knock knock knock.
They all freeze up in panic. An almost murderous rage crosses Hermione’s face.
“Just a second!” Harry calls, trying to think fast. They all scramble to untangle, Hermione desperately trying to fix her bra and hair. Harry sits up, pulling a pillow in his lap to hide his obvious issue.
Ron strolls over to the door, clearing his throat before swinging the door open. “Oh, hi, Luna,”
“Hello, Ron,” she says cheerily. She casts a look around the room. “Oh, I’m sorry. Were you three having sex?”
“Luna!” Harry exclaims.
“Oh, I see,” she nods solemnly, stepping into the room and shutting the door. “Were you having secret sex?”
Hermione groans in annoyance.
“I just came to tell you supper’s ready,” she says simply. “Shall I cover for you?”
“Uh, no, we’ll be down in a minute,”
“Alright, Harry,” she says cheerily, opening the door back open. “Not to worry, I won’t say a thing,”
The door clicks shut, and Hermione grabs the nearest pillow and chucks it at the wall. “Every bloody time!”
Ron chuckles. “A bit pent-up love?”
“You two are- are-” she huffs as she storms from the room. “You’re lucky I love you!”
He looks at Ron, who looks back a little bit terrified. “Note to self: a horny Hermione is a scary one,”
“Noted,”