Warning: I suck at writing smut. This probably sucks. My bad.

The duo quietly apparated home to number twelve Grimmauld place. As soon as they arrived, still hand in hand, Hermione latched her lips onto Harrys. At first Harry was a little shocked by her actions, but almost immediately, he was returning her kiss, passionately.

After a moment, Hermione broke the kiss. She looked Harry in the eyes, biting her bottom lip slightly.

"I'm Ready." She stated, simply.

Harry stared at her, blinking his eyes furiously.

"W-What?" He choked out.

Hermiones face was cascaded in a deep pink tinge. She turned her head slightly, trying to hide her embarassment. This had to be the most nervous she had ever been, but she was sure she was ready, to be with her Harry.

"I'm ready for us to.. you know." She looked up at Harry, who was still just stareing at her. "If you don't want to I understand. I'm sorry I brought it up."

"No. I do. Merlin, I do. Its just.. are you sure?" He questioned.

She nodded. "More sure than I've ever been. I love you so much."

Harrys face broke into a huge grin.

"I love you too."

They leaned in, again engaging in a deep kiss.

Harry pulled her to him. He had wanted this for long, her touch, her feel, just to be near her in such an intimate way. Now everything he had dreamed of, for the better part of his Hogwarts years, was coming to fruition. The girl he had spent nearly his entire young adult life wishing for, the first girl he had ever even thought of as more than just a friend, wanted him. Actually wanted him.

He swung his arms around her, pulling his hands together around her waist. Hermione smiled into this kiss, repeating his actions. She pressed herself harder into him, and to her surprise, she was met with a strong reaction.

Hermione pulled away, feeling more confident, knowing she was having this effect on him.

"Well, well, Mr. Potter." She said, an evil grin playing at her lips. "Are you excited to see me?"

Harry let out a groan. Was she really toying with him at a time like this?

"Whats wrong Harry? Not feeling nervous are you?"

That did it. He pressed himself tighter, if possible, to her body. With a small pop they vanished from the Grimmauld place sitting room, only to appear in the master bedroom a second later.

Hermione let out a giggle. She pressed her hands on Harrys chest, softly pushing him on the bed.

"If you wanted me in your room Harry, all you had to do was ask." She said in a husky voice.

Harry reached out, grabbing her arm, and pulled her on top of him.

"Our room." He replied.

Again, they latched onto each other for what seamed to be the hundredth time that night. Years of bottled up emotions and unstated feelings being poured out. Sure, they had been dating, even if it had only been about a month, but this was something the two of them had never expected they would share, even though they both knew they wanted it more than anything in the world. An act so intimate, that they would be joined together for the rest of their lives, knowing that each would be the others first, and if they had it their way, only.

As the heat between the duo grew, their hands began to claw at the fabric of the clothes, wanting nothing more than to feel the heat of the others bare skin.

Harry began tugging furiously at Hermiones blouse. Never had such a thin layer of clothing made what he wanted feel so far away before.

Hermione, however, was more than happy to grant him what he wanted. She pulled away and began to slowly remove her shirt.

Harry looked on in awe. This was Hermione. The girl he had grown up with. His best friend in the entire world, and she was stripping in front of him. Sure, having her laying on top of him, wearing just a bra and jeans, was exciting beyond words. The thing, however, that was exciting Harry the most, was the fact that she trusted him. He was the first guy she had ever been this vulnerable with. The first guy she had shared something so... precious with.

"So, beautiful. So, perfect." Harry breathed out.

Hermione blushed, moving her hand to stroke his cheek. She leaned in, planted a small kiss on his lips, then backed away. She moved her hands to the back of her bra and began to undo the clasps. She let the white garment fall off slowly, before tossing it aside, revealing her bare chest to Harry.

"Wow."

Hermione grabbed his hands and began to slowly move them to her chest.

Harry swallowed hard. He knew that this was Hermione and he knew that they would both be learning together, but he was still extremely nervous, until hee looked up at Hermione and met her eyes.

As if she sensed his tension, she smiled lovingly at him. She gave him a small nod then pressed his hand, firmly, on her breast.

He began to explore her chest. He ran his fingers lightly over the bud of her breast, causing a low moan every time he did it, much to his and her delight.

The pleasure though, was quickly becoming too much for them, as they began to grind on one another. Their pelvises grinded against one another through their jeans, causing them to moan in unison.

Hermione, feeling the hardness that was growing in Harrys pants, slowly began to make the first move. She lowered her hand to his groin and began to slowly stroke his stiff member through the fabric.

This had the effect she had wanted. She soon had him moaning from pleasure. The sensations running through his body were something he had never felt before.

He needed her, now. He needed her badly.

Not wanting to waste anymore time, Harry waved his hand over the two of them, mumbling a spell.

Within seconds, the two laid there, completely naked in front of each other.

Hermione instantly felt the warmth of skin where her hand had been. The once covered area was now completely unclothed revealing all of Harrys manhood. She took him into her hand slowly, not wanting to cause him pain, and began to slowly stroke him again.

"Mione," he moaned out. "So good.. so perfect."

Hermione smiled to herself.

"You like it, do you?"

He nodded in agreement.

Unfortunaly for Harry however, Hermione had other plans. She stopped stroking him and looked at him, with a fake frown on her face.

"I couldn't hear you Harry. So, I'll just assume you didn't like it."

Harry let out a groan. Taking things into his own hands, he grabbed her hips and pulled her onto the bed and moved on top of her.

"So, you did like it?" She questioned, a sly grin on her face.

Harry just chuckled, as he began to kiss her kneck slowly.

"Who knew you were such a little minx?"

She would of loved to make a smart arse comment, more than anything at that moment, but she found herself uncapeable. The soft kisses he was currently planting along her kneck line, were each sending shivers down her body.

"Please, Harry." She moaned, wanting nothing more at that moment then to fully feel him within her.

Harry raised his head from her kneck, looking her in her eyes. He wanted to ask her again, if she was sure, but by the look in her eyes he could tell that she was more ready than even she could understand. Years of unwavering love and friendship had all built up to this moment and they were both ready for it.

Harrys rose slightly off of her body, taking his leanght into his hand. He positioned himself between Hermiones legs, aiming his man hood at her warm folds. With one last hard swollow, he began to slowly push into Hermiones chasm causing the two of them to moan loudly.

So many feelings were being shared at that moment. Love, devotion, trust and pure need. Nothing in life had prepared them for the bliss they were currently experiencing.

However, Harry soon stilled. He had reached Hermiones barrier, and not wanting to hurt her, was unsure of what his next move should be.

"Just go slow, okay?" Hermione said.

Harry nodded and began to breach the barrier. Upon breaking, Harry instantly stopped, looking into Hermiones eyes, as if trying to measure out the pain he had caused her.

Hermione was soon met with a tinge of pain. Not overly painful, but surely uncomfortable. Slight tears began to fall from the corners of her eyes,

As each tear fell, Harry began to slowly kiss them away. Causing pain to Hermione was something he had vowed he would never do, both to himself and to her, so Hermione understood his current actions. Even if he wasn't able to take away the pain, he would try his best to alleviate her. This had the caused desired effect, a loving smile playing at the corner of Hermiones lips, seemingly forgetting about the pain for atleast a second.

After a short moment, Hermione nodded to him to continue. He started at a slow place, not wanting to hurt her anymore. Soon though, the two began to push into each other with increased speed. Pure pleasure being poured into each of them.

Sloppy, at first, thrusts, soon became well timed, in sync, almost choreographed movements. Heavy breathing and moaning becoming the only sounds heard throughout the house. Beads of sweat falling from each of their brow. A beautiful scene of two people in love, meeting in such an intimated act.

The two soon began to reach their peak. Hermione was the first to reach her limit. Her tight walls contracting arounds Harrys hardness, soon bringing Harry to his limits.

As he poured himself into her, he tighted his arms around her, wanting to be closer to her.

"Mine," he breathed out, as he came inside of her. "My mione, forever."

They soon collapsed into eachtoher. Exauhsted but content from the actions they had engaged in a moment ago.

Harry rolled over onto his back, pulling Hermione into him. She rested her head on his shoulder and wrapped her arms around him.

"That was.." Hermione started.

"Perfect." Harrys said, slightly lowering his head to kiss Hermione.

She smiled into him and began to drift into sleep.

"I love you, Harry." She said, as sleep began to overtake her.

"I love you too, Mione." He replied.

She may have not heard his reply, but more than anything, she knew he felt the same way.