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]

"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.

It was easier to focus on her hair instead of saying anything else. However, it was difficult to concentrate when Harry was standing behind her and looking at her in the mirror. He didn't sit down; he just stayed where he was and watched her. It was going to be impossible to do what was normally a simple task when he was looking at her so intently.

"Help?" She looked at him and blinked. "Well, you could brush, if you want. I'm, uh, drying it as I brush. It keeps it from drying in a frizzy sort of way." He didn't care, she knew, but she was trying to focus. She didn't tell him that she normally didn't care, since she could generally brush it and make it look okay regardless of how she dried it, but she wanted it to look nice tonight for the date. "But I can brush it myself. It shouldn't take much longer. I'm sorry, for not being ready yet."

[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 over.

[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.

Before she could convince herself that she was thinking too much, Harry moved his fingers into her hair. She moaned softly and lowered her wand as he asked if it was better, and she could see how flushed she was as she stared in the mirror. Instead of answering him, she impulsively turned her head to kiss him. She realized why she rarely acted on impulse immediately when her hair was pulled by his hand and she ended up in an awkward position that wasn't at all like she'd imagined it would be.

[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."

[rar_hermione]

After she said his name, Harry raised his head and looked at her. She nearly forgot what she was thinking because he had this awful ability to make her think about just kissing him again, especially when his glasses were at an odd angle and his cheeks were flushed. She let go of his hair and fixed his glasses before she brushed her fingers along the curve of his jaw.

Erm. That reminded her of the reason she'd spoken. She looked down between them and bit her lip. He'd moved away, but she could still see it. Well, not it, but the impression of it and, bloody hell. This was awkward. Despite her shock, she was also curious and tense in a completely different way.

"It's alright," she finally said, glad that she sounded normal. She looked up at his face when she realized that she was staring at his...at him. She was blushing again, which was becoming extremely frustrating because she shouldn't possibly blush so often. "I read a book about it years ago. It's a normal reaction for men involved in sexually stimulating activities, even if it's just dreaming. It's caused by the interaction of your brain, hormones, nerves, and blood vessels."

Oh, God. She was reciting textbook definitions of an erection. Why had she started to talk? This was becoming mortifying. She looked down and then up quickly and finally to the side because it was the safest place to look. "I, um, it's okay."

[rar_harry]

Harry resisted the urge to grab one of her pillows and hold it in front of himself. It was just that she was looking. Downward. And he couldn't tell by the look on her face what she was thinking. Was she freaked out? Afraid? Did she think he was a pervert? He cleared his throat and shifted from foot to foot, blushing every bit as deeply as she was, he was sure.

Then she went on about books and blood vessels and he blew out a nervous breath before he looked up at the ceiling, just for a second. Now was not the time for her to get all swotty; it definitely wasn't helping the situation in his trousers. "Yeah -- I er, I think I have a basic grasp of the process," he said, moving over to sit on the edge of her bed. Upon realising that it was, in fact, her bed, he hopped back up again, coughing. "I mean. I know all that; I couldn't exactly ... help it."

She wasn't looking at him, and he grimaced. "Look; it's fine. It happens. It'll be fine."