Hermione shivered as he pressed into her. It hurt, but it wasn’t terrible. She blew out another breath and continued to try and relax. Her eyes were closed, if he could have seen her he would have seen a pained expression there.
“Its… tight,” was all she could manage to say. Her fingers had fisted the sheets under her and she knew he was enjoying it too much to stop.
When he moved inside of her, she whimpered slightly again, pleasure/pain coursing through her. His hands on his hips indicated he wanted more and Hermione let herself relax, continuing her deep breathing, she felt a little bit more slid in.