Everybody knew that Hermione Granger was a stickler for rules. That was what she wanted them to think, although it had never been true. Ever since she started understanding what people talked, it was clear that the adults expected her to obey them. She found it stupid.
Even at the tender age of three, she could beat most adults in any logical debate, show them they were wrong and make them look stupid. She quickly learned that no adult liked being made to look stupid by a child. That usually made the adults come with, "I know better than you because I have much more experience." She thought it was bullshit. You don't need a lot of experience to learn that ice is cold and the stove is hot, unless you're a complete idiot.
It was easier to play the obedient child and then do whatever she liked when nobody paid attention. She seemed to be a model child for her parents, at kindergarten, and school. Nobody needed to know about all those times she acted against the adults' expressed wishes, did what was forbidden, read what she was too young to read, tried what smoking meant or other "experiments" she'd done.
She also found out, quite early in life, that if she wanted people not to see her doing something, nobody saw it, no matter where they looked. She couldn't explain that ability, really, nor some other weird things she was occasionally involved in, until she got that letter, the summer after she turned eleven.
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Hogwarts provided her with new opportunities. At first, she hoped to find friends and accomplices in her dorm-mates, yet it took only a single day for her to decide that these girls, who were more interested in gossip than in anything else, didn't fit. To keep doing her kind of mischief, she needed to be discreet and keep it secret — that couldn't be done with these girls.
This made her quite disappointed for a few weeks, probably alienating other students even more, until that stupid redhead badmouthed her after she only tried to help him. It was so humiliating! She just went to the girls' toilet and wept for hours. And then Harry Potter came, dragging that redhead with him, boldly jumping on the back of that troll and saving her. She knew at that moment that she had found her accomplice in mischief.
Harry was quite nice. She soon found out that he had no choice but to act obediently since early childhood, even more so than her, and like her, he had his own ways around that. Still, she couldn't tell him outright. She had to join him and his friend and act as 'the voice of reason,' at least for a while. By the end of the first year, she no longer needed to pretend, not with Harry, at least.
The second year was awful. Not really. She got much closer to Harry, and when petrified, although nobody knew, she was still aware of her surroundings, hearing everything even more clearly than normal. She knew that Harry spent many hours each day at her bedside. She heard him mumble endearing words to her, praying that he could have her back soon. She knew he even spent quite a few nights at her side, returning in the middle of the night after being kicked out earlier. It was then that she made her decision, although it was not something to immediately act on.
That summer, as she approached fourteen, she was becoming very aware of the way her body was changing. She blossomed into a very shapely young woman, and she felt eager and ready to let her body have womanly experiences. Of course, her parents were still thinking of her as a little girl, as if she were still seven years old. She didn't mind too much. It would only help her with her plans.
Back at school, now in the third year, she secretly compared herself to her dorm-mates. Lavender had surely blossomed as well, yet Hermione found her bosom way too prominent; it was probably quite heavy, too. She liked Parvati's smaller breasts, about the same size as hers, much better, yet hers were firmer. Even when comparing herself with some of the older girls, she felt quite confident. If only she could do something about those front teeth…
As her birthday approached, she had her plans ready. She had already received all that she had ordered for that day, and she made her final preparations two days before that date, just to be sure.
When it arrived, nobody seemed to notice that it was her birthday, despite it being a weekend. She walked to the great hall between Harry and Ron, all three talking about the lessons of the previous day, with Ron mentioning Quidditch several times, although the others ignored that subject.
It was only after they sat at the table that Hermione felt Harry slipping something into her hand, whispering, "Happy Birthday!" Hermione smiled thankfully at him.
Later, on her way to the library, where the boys did not join her, she stopped at the girls' toilet and opened the small package, finding a silver necklace with a lightning-shaped pendant. She gladly put it on, yet hid it under her shirt. She didn't like to attract attention, and she knew Harry didn't like it either.
She barely had time for lunch, with her overloaded schedule and the amount of homework it brought, but she managed to meet the boys and surreptitiously cast a spell on Harry to advance her plan.
"Will you join us for dinner?" Harry asked.
"Sure! I intend to finish my homework just before dinner, and I can spend the whole evening with you."
Harry smiled. She moved her hand to her neck and let him see the new necklace hanging there. His smile widened.
At dinner time, the boys were already waiting for her near the great hall, yet Harry looked quite pale. Hermione touched his forehead. "You're hot; you have a fever. Maybe I should escort you to see Madam Pomfrey?"
"Oh, no! She'll hold me there at least until tomorrow morning."
Hermione smiled internally. It was just as she had planned. "Instead, I can escort you to the dorms and cast a charm to make your fever go, if you'd like."
Harry looked pleadingly at her. "Please…"
She turned to the redhead. "Ron, I'll escort Harry. Make sure to bring some food for him and for me, after you finish dinner."
"I'll see what I can bring." Ron was evidently relieved for not having to escort Harry himself, giving up dinner.
"Fine. See you later." Hermione turned to Harry and grabbed his arm. "Come! I need to put you in bed."
Harry went meekly with her, feeling a bit dazed — probably due to the fever. As they approached the dorms, Hermione cast another charm on him, one that he didn't notice either, just before coming into view of the fat lady painting.
Hermione helped Harry to the boys' dorms and helped him sit on his bed. "You should get undressed now," she told him.
Harry looked at her, blushing furiously. "But you…."
"I can turn my back to you while you change, or do you need my help?"
"No! I can do it myself. Just turn around."
Hermione turned her back to him and smiled. It was all going according to her plan. While Harry was busy, she also removed her robes, staying clad in her skirt and her shirt, looking just as innocent as a schoolgirl. "May I turn around?" she asked.
She heard him move onto the bed and then the rustle of the blanket as he covered himself. "You may, now."
As she turned, she saw his robes, his shirt and his trousers on the floor. She waved her wand, making them all fold neatly on the nearby chair. She then sat at his side on the bed and touched his forehead, noticing that it was already the right temperature. "How are you feeling?"
"I feel fine. I think I no longer have a fever either. I wonder what made me feel so bad before dinner."
Hermione was now facing her first dilemma with her plan. Should she tell Harry, risking angering him, or should she keep it secret, risking the whole affair? She knew that a true relationship could not be based on a lie.
"I wanted to be alone with you. I cast a spell to make you feel bad just before dinner, so I could be here with only you. I cast the counter-spell before we arrived here. Are you mad at me?"
Harry looked confused. "Why go to all that trouble? You could just ask me."
"Ask to be alone with you while Ron listens? I don't think so."
He sighed, accepting her assessment. "Why did you want to be alone with me?"
Hermione felt relieved that he didn't seem angry. "You know, last year, while petrified, I could still hear everything around me."
Harry seemed to pale at her words. This helped to raise her confidence. "I heard you say that you wanted me to always be a part of your life. Do you still feel that way?"
Harry swallowed hard. Twice. "I do."
"I also want you to stay in my life for as long as I live."
She was now facing another obstacle. She had thought a lot about it, and she was still unsure about the right way to act, yet she could not hesitate any longer. She pointed her wand at the door and said the locking charm. She then pointed it at herself and said another spell, resulting in her clothes disappearing and then folding themselves over Harry's.
The boy in question was looking at her as if hypnotised. He had only recently become aware of the changes his body had gone through, and then the changes in his female classmates. He was fascinated by seeing Hermione naked and embarrassed by the way his body was reacting to that sight. He hoped that she wouldn't notice.
Hermione did notice, though. Seeing the tenting in the blanket, she became bolder. Not letting her insecurities kick in, she swiftly lifted the edge of the blanket and slipped under it, pressing her naked body onto Harry.
Seeing Harry's face, she almost started giggling. The poor boy was barely able to breathe and didn't know what to do. The bed wasn't wide enough for him to move away from her, not that Hermione would have let him. There was also that stiff appendage that he was unsure about. He had heard some older boys talking about putting it in that opening the girls had between their thighs. They said it was giving them wonderful feelings, yet he didn't think that Hermione wanted him to do that, and he didn't really know how to do it, even if she had asked.
Hermione didn't hesitate. "Take off your boxers. I want you as naked as I am."
Harry wasn't sure what she meant by that, but he trusted her. Besides, the blanket was still hiding him. He removed his boxers reluctantly, trying not to touch Hermione's body while moving. Hermione made sure that he touched her well enough while moving. Once that offending piece of cloth was no more, she grabbed his hand and put it squarely on her breast. "Do you like feeling me?"
"It's… nice," he stammered.
She let him get accustomed to the feeling, yet her other hand started caressing his chest. He gasped when he felt her touch him, but soon calmed down. Hermione thought that he liked it. She moved her hand farther, finding his stiff pole. Harry gasped again. Hermione just let her hand rest there, not sure of the effect any movement would have on him.
"Don't you like to feel my whole body?" she asked.
Harry swallowed hard and nodded. He still seemed unable to decide if it was a nightmare or a dream come true.
Hermione moved his hand along her body, letting his hand caress her belly, her mons and down to her clit and her moist opening. She was already highly aroused and more than ready for the next step.
"It's wet!" Harry noted.
"It means that I'm ready for you to plunge in. Don't you want to do it for me?"
"I'll do anything for you!" he said, and then blushed some more, understanding what he was now expected to do. He tried to recall whatever he had heard about what Hermione wanted him to do. All he could come up with was that a girl's first time might be painful and bloody. This didn't help him much. "It may hurt…" he started.
"Don't worry. I took care of that with a cucumber a few days ago. Don't be too rough, and there won't be any pain. I actually hope for some pleasure."
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
She could tell that he was clearly aroused, yet was trying to control it and put her feelings before his. "I'm sure I want to do it, but only with you."
There was still some awkwardness. Neither of them knew how to position themselves, what went where or how to move, yet instincts older than the human race kicked in, unconsciously directing them both, until they reached the right position, with Harry feeling engulfed in a wet heaven. He knew he would probably be unable to keep it for any length of time, yet he also remembered that touching a certain point on his partner would help her reach her peak much faster. He wasn't sure where that point was, but while searching, he noticed where Hermione responded strongest. He tried to stimulate the area as much as he could before he even started moving, as Hermione urged him.
It was quick, and neither of them felt sated, yet young boys recover quickly. Just a few caresses made him ready to continue, and the second time was much more satisfying.
Hermione was still holding Harry tightly, feeling that this was something she really enjoyed. She also felt as if uniting with Harry made her closer to him in an unexplainable way. She kept hugging him, noticing that his breathing calmed down. "Am I not too heavy for you?" he asked softly.
"You're fine," she said, tightening her hug.