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Chapter #39: What Hermione needs, part I.

Hermione couldn't believe it; she was kissing Harry, and it wasn't a dream. She had a hard time believing she was actually doing this; she had dreamed about doing this for a long time, so it was surreal for her to be in this position.

As for Harry, he was surprised by how quickly she learned how to kiss. He knew he shouldn't be surprised, after all, it's Hermione, and no matter what universe she's in, she always tries her best to learn as fast as she can. She was clumsy at first, and she seemed a bit confused.

However, that didn't last too long. Indeed, they had kissed back in the pub, but the kisses there were more casual; this was more intimate, which added another layer to the passion that they were already experiencing.

The city lights were in the background while the park was very calm and dark, with only a few lights. Soon, the kiss ended, and so, they joined their foreheads, clearly satisfied with their actions.

"Harry... That kiss... Oh, Merlin," she couldn't believe what she had done.

This reminded her of those cheesy romance movies her parents watch and that she pretends to hate. Harry couldn't help but chuckle at her attitude.

"I hope I did well. You're the smartest person I know, Hermione, and I know it's difficult for you to be impressed, so I hope I managed to teach you something," he said before chuckling again.

She giggled and nodded, but before they could add something to the conversation, Hermione decided to act on her own. She grabbed his face and kissed him passionately. She was pouring everything she had just learned through the kiss; she was worried that this could be a dream, so she wanted to enjoy this as much as she could before waking up.

Harry, on the other hand, decided to start moving his hands. He moved them to her back, and then he placed them on her hips. He was expecting Hermione to stop the kiss, but instead, she tried to get her body closer to his own, which meant that she was more than loving what he was doing with his hands.

The bookworm was trying her best not to lose her mind but that was easier said than done. She was loving this but she wanted more; she knew she was becoming too greedy, but that's the way things were. She was shown something incredible; never in her life had she thought kissing would be this amazing.

"Harry," Hermione said after stopping the kiss.

The dark-haired wizard looked at her with an interested expression. He needed to know what was on her mind, although he had a brief idea of what she was thinking of; he still wanted to hear her voice her desires.

"I want more," she said in a low tone that sounded way too hot for Harry.

He couldn't deny that he was getting turned on. Harry couldn't help but smirk after hearing those words. He looked around the park and then smiled and nodded at her.

"Let's go somewhere private, then," he grabbed her hand, and soon, they hid in a bush and apparated away.

They arrived at his private place in the woods. Luckily, there was nothing she could find that Dumbledore and the Order could use against him. Also, she didn't know the location of this place, and adding to that the fact that she was clearly not thinking about her duty but about her desires, caused him not to be worried at all.

"Wow... This is a nice place," she said with a surprised expression.

"Ever since I turned eighteen, this is the place I stay when I'm not in school, this is my private place in the world, Hermione. Can I trust that you won't tell anyone about this?" He asked with a soft smile.

Hermione remained silent for a few moments, and then she nodded frantically. She was taken aback by his question; however, considering they hadn't been friends for too long, it made sense for him to be a bit wary.

Her plans were changing; she wasn't planning on selling him to Dumbledore anymore, she was going to give misinformation just so she could protect him, she wanted Harry to trust her and like her, and spying him was not going to help her cause.

Harry saw all her thoughts and was surprised by her change of attitude. He was a bit disappointed that she wasn't planning on spying on him; however, on the other hand, he was happy to see that she wanted to think for herself now.

She follows authority blindly, and if Dumbledore told her to jump off a bridge, she would've done it; however, that attitude is slowly changing, and he couldn't be prouder even if he wanted to. It warmed his heart to see that she wanted to earn his trust.

"Come on, let's get inside," Harry encouraged her.

Luckily, Bellatrix was somewhere else; he had placed a tracking charm on the older witch. Even if she was back to normal, she couldn't be left alone for far too long, as the Death Eaters could find her. She was on a beach trip, apparently she used to love the sea before the dark arts consumed her mind.

"Nice place," Hermione said as they entered the cottage.

Harry smiled at her, and Hermione decided to look inside. The decorations and design were interesting, as there were paintings of famous artists decorating the walls.

"Munch, Monet, Rembrandt, and... Miró maybe?" Hermione said as she checked out the paintings.

"Yep, you're right, as always... Those are imitations, though. It's hard to steal from the Louvre, you know?" Harry told her with a disappointed expression.

"I can only imagine," Hermione chuckled.

"So... What was that you had in mind, Hermione? You told me you wanted more, but... How much more do you want?" He asked an important question.

He needed to know Hermione's boundaries and what she was expecting to happen tonight; his attitude could be interpreted as less passionate and more transactional. However, the last thing he wanted was to misunderstand things.

Luckily, Hermione was too smart to be annoyed about that. In fact, she loved that he was asking what she wanted because people rarely do that; they rarely ask her what she wants. She usually just goes with the flow and follows what her friends are doing.

"Can I see your cock?" She asked with a flustered expression.

To say Harry was surprised to hear those words would be an understatement; however, he couldn't help but also find her attitude charming and cute.

"Very well, Hermione... If that's what you want..." He said as he slowly started to open his zipper.

Hermione stared at his crotch. Harry was being slow purposely; he wanted Hermione to experience this in the best way. It wouldn't benefit anyone if he rushes things, so it's better to keep things simple and do it calmly. He kept going, and after almost a minute, he finally decided to get rid of his pants.

"Wow," Hermione didn't even wait to be told as she stared at his bulge while he was wearing his boxers.

She quickly got on her knees, and soon, her face was right in front of his crotch. She didn't know what to do or say, but she couldn't stop herself from smelling his crotch.

"Having fun down there, Hermione?" Harry asked, amused.

That caught her by surprise.

"Why don't you try taking my cock out?" He asked with a smirk.

Hermione was surprised by that proposal, and yet, she couldn't help but want to do it.