RP: Winging It

[rar_harry]

Date: 30 March 1999
Characters: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger
Location: Grimmauld Place, elsewhere
Status: Private
Summary: Hermione and Harry go out. Somewhere. At least, that was the plan.
Completion: Complete

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[rar_hermione]

This was horrible. It was almost time to go get Harry, and no decisions had been made. Hermione growled under her breath as she stared at the clothes in her wardrobe. She had been the one to ask Harry out on a date, so it was up to her to figure out what they were going to do. Instead, she had random ideas and hadn't been able to choose

[rar_harry]

She was nearly ready when she opened the door -- fully dressed, and everything. He found himself the tiniest bit wistful that he hadn't come downstairs just a minute sooner. But he shouldn't be thinking like that, he supposed. He cleared his throat, nodding as he looked at her in her skirt.

"It looks fine to me," he said, stepping over the threshold a bit more boldly than normal. Like him, she'd recently showered, and he could smell her lingering shampoo and soap and lotions and whatever else in the air. "Your hair, I mean." He walked close, maybe closer than he should, as she set about her hairbrushing.

[rar_hermione]

"You're crazy then," she said with a smile as she moved to the side of the door. He walked into the room, and she swayed towards him before she caught herself. "It's still wet and a total mess."

She shut the door after Dodger followed him into her room and watched Dodger immediately go to the doggy chew toy he had left under her bed during his last visit. She smiled and looked at Harry, admiring the way his trousers fit him before she looked away before she got caught ogling him.

"You can sit down, if you want," she offered, blushing slightly at not being ready to go yet. This was what happened when she spent too much time thinking about what to bloody wear. She picked up her wand and her brush so she could dry her hair as she brushed it. Harry was standing very close to her, close enough that she could smell him, and it was distracting her.

[rar_harry]

"I like it wet," he said quietly, as Dodger ran under Hermione's bed. "And mine's messy all the time."

He glanced back at Hermione's bed and then back to her, meeting her eyes in the mirror.

"I'm good right here." He watched her little ritual; usually, he just scrubbed at his wet hair with a towel, or just charmed it dry if he was in a rush, but she seemed to be using her wand to heat hers while she brushed it. It was oddly fascinating to watch. He lifted his hand to touch, pulling it back just in time and then trying to cover. "Er, I just -- you need any help?"

[rar_hermione]

"Yours is messy in an annoyingly, uh, sexy way," she muttered, blushing even more when she actually said that. There needed to be some sort of way to keep thoughts from being verbalized if said verbalization would cause embarrassment

[rar_harry]

Sexy. Harry's eyes widened just slightly. She thought his hair was sexy? He gulped and swallowed, feeling himself getting red and having no way of stopping it. "Er. Yours too," he said, in a completely pathetic way, in his opinion.

Hermione seemed confused when he asked her if she needed help, and rightfully so, because he'd actually had no intention of helping, only of touching, and had used the helping excuse to cover it. She didn't seem to know that, though, and told him that he could brush her hair while she dried it. "Oh. Um," he shifted while she went on about frizz. "Brush. Yeah, I can do that."

He closed his fingers over the handle of her brush, touching her hand as he did. "I was early," he pointed out. "So, it's my fault before it'd be yours." He took the brush and held it over her head a bit awkwardly, not really having brushed his own hair very often, but he shook his head a bit and moved it through the first section of her damp curls he saw, from the roots all the way to the ends before he lifted his hand again to start

[rar_hermione]

He was going to brush her hair? She hadn't honestly thought he would. He took the brush from her, and she shifted when his fingers touched her hand. Maybe she shouldn't try to dry her hair magically because she might end up losing all her hair by mistake.

"Alright. No one's fault, then," she murmured, watching him look at her hair with a confused expression. He lowered the brush and she felt it catch on her hair as he moved it. When he finished, he repeated the action, moving the brush quickly.

"Slower. It might have a tangle, so you should go slow." She looked away from him to see that her face was flushed, and her eyes were weird. She felt tense as he brushed her hair, with a fluttering in her belly that she recognized all too well. Only, he wasn't touching her or kissing her or even looking at her in that way. She blinked and gripped her wand tightly before she focused and cast the drying charm.

[rar_harry]

"Oh -- erm, sorry," he said, wincing; he slowed his strokes down. "Did I hurt you?"

Raising his other hand, he placed it on her shoulder, just by her neck, as he pulled the brush slowly through it again, following the path of her wand once she'd started charming it. Realising that bracing her head and not her shoulder might be more effective, he moved his free hand higher, gathering some of her hair in it as he brushed.

"Better?" he asked, as the fragrance in her hair wafted up toward his nostrils. This hair-brushing thing wasn't so bad, really.

[rar_hermione]

"It's fine. I'm used to tangles after I wash my hair." Why was she talking to him about hair care? This was just ridiculous. She shouldn't be feeling this way just from having her hair brushed; she certainly didn't feel this way when she brushed it, after all. This wasn't her, though. This was Harry, and he was standing so close and smelled so good and, fine, she liked it when he touched her hair more than she probably should.

She shivered when he put his hand on her shoulder. She could feel the warmth of his touch through the material of her shirt, and his fingers touched her neck when he shifted his hand. Drying charm. Focus. Drying charm. Maybe if she kept repeating that to herself, she'd stop thinking about Harry and hands and tense feelings

[rar_harry]

Harry caught his tongue between his teeth as he focused on brushing her hair. He thought he felt a tangle and slowed down a bit more, but it was only a slight snag. Before he could finish pulling it all the way to the end, Hermione spun quickly to face him, her lips crashing against his. He grunted as the brush, still in his hand and in her hair, tugged against her scalp. He dropped said brush and moved to steady her.

"Got you," he murmured, his face still close to hers. He let his hand streak up to her hair again before he kissed her, hard, and this time there was no hair-pulling to stop things. On a groan, he backed her into one of the wardrobe doors, only just avoiding the mirror on the opposite one. The length of his body pressed against hers and it felt fantastic. He slid his tongue into her mouth as he moved his hand to her hip. He'd been wanting this ever since he'd stepped into her room.

[rar_hermione]

Before she could really worry about looking foolish, Harry's lips were against hers. He said something but she wasn't really listening. The pain in her head from having her hair pulled was fading, so she turned more fully to face him. "Harry," she whispered before she reached up to grip his hair as he lowered his head.

He kissed her again, but it was definitely not like the previous awkward kiss. She closed her eyes and moved closer to him as he pushed her backwards. She felt wood behind her as Harry deepened the kiss and realized that she was pushed against the closed door of her wardrobe. She didn't really care because it was difficult to think when Harry was kissing her.

She curled her tongue around his as she tugged on his hair. His hand was on her hip, and she moved her free hand to rest on his shoulder, holding onto him as she returned his kiss eagerly.

[rar_harry]

"Hmm?" He'd thought he'd heard his name, but couldn't quite focus. Anyway it was nice, hearing her say his name in a whisper like that. Really nice, he thought dimly as he explored her mouth with his tongue. It wasn't like he'd not explored it before, many times by now, but he thought he tasted something different every time.

He flicked his tongue against hers and fisted his free hand in her hair. He was messing it up again, probably, but he liked it that way. "Mmm," he said, yanking his mouth from hers and peppering kisses along her jaw. If this turned out to be their date in its entirety, he thought he'd be pretty cool with that.

[rar_hermione]

While they kissed, she moved her hand from his shoulder down his back. He made a noise as he ended the kiss and moved his lips along her jaw. She opened her eyes and tilted her head, letting him have access to her neck. After her initial hesitation, she had discovered that she really liked when he kissed her neck. She also liked having the freedom to do the same to his neck, though she had a particular fondness for his jaw, especially when it was slightly rough from not having been shaved recently.

They probably should stop, since they still had to go out for their date, but she couldn't tell him they should leave when it felt so good. She dragged her hand down his spine until she reached the bottom of his shirt and hesitantly moved her hand beneath it to touch bare skin. He was so warm. She closed her eyes again as she lightly touched the small of his back, moaning softly as he kissed her neck.

[rar_harry]

He made a low sound in his throat, feeling a little thrill when she moved her hand down his back and bared her neck to him. Not one to waste time, he nipped at her earlobe and moved lower, where her skin was soft and warm and smelled so good. He slid his tongue over it, where her pulse beat; it tasted good, too. Suckling a bit, he pressed closer.

When her hand lightly touched his bare skin, he jolted a bit, not expecting it. He fisted a hand in her jumper and answered her moan with one of his own. Feeling her at so many places along his body, and hearing her sounds, he couldn't help his response, feeling the telltale tightness in his trousers.

[rar_hermione]

Harry licked her neck and started to suck, which made her dig her fingernails into his lower back as her eyes opened. "Oh," she murmured softly, enjoying the feel of his lips against her skin. She tightened her grip on his hair and urged him closer.

Her skin felt strange, the way it did sometimes lately, and she listened to him moan as he kissed her neck. She pressed closer to him, arching back from the door of the wardrobe, breathing heavily as he alternated between sucking and licking her neck.

There was something pressing against her belly, she realized after they stood there awhile longer. She moved closer to him and shifted, trying to alleviate the pressure of whatever it was pushing against her. When she figured out what it must be, her eyes widened and she gasped. He was...that was...was he..."Harry?"

[rar_harry]

She felt so good. He bit off a curse when she arched her back, the motion pressing against him again, right where he needed it. He could hear her breathing like she'd never done before. He was making her feel good, he realised, sucking at her throat with renewed zeal.

She wiggled a bit against him and he shuddered, trying hard not to rock himself against her. She made it a lot easier when she gasped and looked at him with wide eyes.

"Hmm?" He looked blearily back at her, blinking, his glasses quite askew. Why was she ... oh. He glanced down between them a moment, to where he was still pressed into her belly, and gulped. He'd not even realised that she might ... well. His mind had been pretty fuzzy. He shifted, backing away until he was no longer pressed against the length of her body. Reddening, he glanced up at her briefly, completely unable to think of anything to say.

"Erm."