Harry smiled at Hermione’s playfulness; it was a side she showed so rarely. Harry hoped that he was going to see it more now that their relationship had changed some. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? We’ve both seen how my last few plans have turned out,” he chuckled, trying to be funny but unwilling brining up a few bad memories in the process. He quickly pushed them away though.
He had been a little nervous that after last night that Hermione not be as interested in physical stuff as she had been. All he’d learned about girls told him that she really hadn’t enjoyed and that she had just done it for him. But, again, it really didn’t seem that way…
Were Hermione and Ginny exceptions? It just seemed so weird. However, there was no one he knew who he could ask. Maybe Fred and George? Maybe.
When he was on top of her, Harry’s hips moved without his consent. He lightly pressed himself against her as their tongues brushed each other’s. He was already getting very excited. Tentatively, his hands moved up to Hermione’s chest. Pressing his hands to her breasts, he kneaded them lightly, his fingers teasing her nipples as he did.