Hey all! This is my first story, and I thought I would overcome my fear and post it! It includes some lemons, so if you don't like, don't read on! Harmione is not usually my go-to, but this little drabble blossomed and I couldn't resist. Let me know how you like it with a review! XOXO, Alexandra.

Disclaimer: I own nothing Harry Potter; JK Rowling does.

Harry shuffled the deck of cards and pushed it across the table towards Hermione.

"Deal," he said.

"One more hand," Hermione yawned.

It was a way to pass the time. More importantly, it was a way to avoid talking about the night Ron walked out on them leaving them to search for Voldemort's soul on their own. It had been two months since Ron's departure and though the surface wounds had healed, the scars beneath never faded.

"You win," Harry murmured as Hermione claimed victory. She sighed and stretched her arms above her head. They'd been at it for hours, procrastinating their task at hand.

With Hermione's eyes closed shut as she stretched, Harry found his eyes wandering down her body — her lips slightly open, her breasts rising with each breath, her midsection exposed. All these years he knew Hermione was a girl, unlike Ron, but after these few months on the run his hormones were raging and he wanted her more than ever. He was no stranger to girls, he and Ginny had spent months exploring each other's' bodies, but Hermione's innocence was still intact.

Forgetting that he was still staring, he quickly averted his eyes down, feeling a slow blush creep over his neck and cheeks.

Suddenly, he felt a warm hand caress his cheek and with wide eyes realized it could only be one person. Glancing upwards, he found her eyes burning into his, not quite able to decipher the look in her eyes.

He pulled her down onto the bench next to him placing his hands on each side of her face looking into her eyes for permission. She nodded and he lightly brushed his lips against hers.

When their lips touched, Harry felt the electricity running through his veins. It was almost as his magic was humming inside, urging him to continue.

Before Harry had made a decision, Hermione reached her hand out and pulled him closer simultaneously thrusting her tongue out licking his lips begging for entrance. He gasped at her boldness and without a moment's hesitation their tongues were clashing, competing for dominance.

She tasted of peppermint from the mints she'd been sucking on throughout the night. Their tongues continuing to dance, Harry pulled Hermione into his lap. She draped her arms around his neck and grinded her hips into him.

Groaning in her mouth, he pulled back to catch his breath. Before they continued, he wanted to make sure this is what she wanted. It would only hurt them both later if this turned into something they would regret.

"Is this what you want 'Mione?" he asked huskily.

Without a moment's hesitation, she whispered, "Yes."

Harry wasted no more time and crashed his lips into hers. He worked his way down and went for her throat kissing and sucking, leaving a little trail of love bites.

Harry's thought his pants couldn't get any tighter when she moaned.

She arched her back and pressed her breasts into his hands. Wanting skin on skin contact, he quickly vanished her clothes with a wave of his wand.

He took her swollen flesh in his hands slowing caressing and kneading, feeling her nipples grow harder beneath his touch. Hermione shivered as his hands continued the delicious assault of her body.

"Harry, please," she begged.

"Not yet, 'Mione. I want to take my time. I want your first time, our first time together to be good."

Closing her eyes, she let another moan escape her mouth as he took her nipples into his mouth — sucking and biting.

Wanting to move from the uncomfortable bench, he lifted her easily with her legs wrapping around his waist. Carrying her towards the bed, he waved his wand expanding it to easily fit two people.

Laying her down, he paused to fully admire her naked body. If he thought he couldn't get any harder before, he was wrong. His cock was pulsing hard with desire and he didn't know how much longer he could keep this up.

Reaching up to pull off his shirt, she stopped him.

"Let me," was all she said.

She must have been in a hurry, because Harry was standing with his erection free within moments.

Before he could think or even move, she was on her knees pulling his cock into her mouth. Licking the pre-cum off the tip and swirling her tongue around his head, he thought he might lose control right there. With a mix of her hands and tongue, she brought him to orgasm. He unloaded entirely into her wanting mouth and he watched as she swallowed and licked her lips.

Pushing her back onto the bed, Harry pulled her into a hard kiss full of lust and desire. His hands moving freely across her body, his fingers found her sweet center. Lightly brushing his fingers across her clit, she bucked her hips and moaned.

"Oh, Harry. Please!"

"Tell me what you want Hermione."

In short breaths she said, "You. Your fingers. Inside me."

He was more than happy to oblige. Slowing pushing two fingers into her, she gasped and bucked her hips again fucking his fingers. Keeping his fingers inside her, his head moved towards her clit and pushed his tongue in between the folds. With the combination of sensations, it wasn't long before he felt Hermione's insides clinch around his fingers and she rode out her release.

Pulling his fingers out, he looked into her eyes while licking them clean.

"You taste delicious," he smirked.

Hard again with desire, he wasted no time poised himself in between her entrance, pausing before diving in to her dripping wet pussy.

"This will probably hurt Hermione," he warned.

"Please, Harry!" she whimpered.

With a swift thrust, he pushed into her opening. She cried out in pain, from the barrier being broken. Harry paused waiting for her to get used to him filling her before thrusting again.

Starting slow, he moved in and out of her, peppering her face and neck with sweet, loving kisses. All of the tension and desire that had built up over the past few months was disappearing as they got lost in each other.

"Faster," she begged.

Harry needed no further encouragement. Harry pulled out and slammed into her, pumping in and out of her searching for his own release.

"Fuck, Hermione. So close."

"Come on," she panted. She pulled him closer with her heels as his pace picked up.

He reached his hand down to her clit and started stroking slowly wanting her to come with him. He felt her tightening around him once again, and he thrusted into her a few more times before they shouted their release together.