Hermione slipped into Harry’s room, shutting the door behind her with a soft click. The room was cozy and dimly lit, adorned with various Quidditch memorabilia and magical trinkets. Harry sat on the bed, looking both excited and nervous as she approached him.
She smirked, her eyes scanning the room. “Well, Potter, I must say I’m impressed. I didn’t take you for someone who’d have such a comfortable bed.”
Harry blushed, chuckling nervously. “Well, you know, I had to have something comfortable to sleep on after those long Quidditch practices.”
Hermione walked closer to the bed, her eyes never leaving Harry's. She took off her glasses, placing them gently on the nightstand. Harry’s gaze followed her every movement, his eyes filled with anticipation.
“You know, Granger, you look even more beautiful without those glasses,” he said, feeling a little bold.
Hermione rolled her eyes, playfully insulting him, “Oh, Potter, always with the cheesy lines. But I have to admit, they seem to work on me.”
She sat on the bed, close to Harry, their legs touching. Hermione looked at him, her eyes filled with desire. Harry, feeling more confident, leaned in and whispered in her ear, “I’ve wanted this for a long time, Hermione.”
Hermione bit her lower lip, her breath hitching. She then said, “Well, Potter, I hope you’re ready for a night you’ll never forget.”
Harry, with a mischievous grin, replied, “Oh, I’m ready, Granger. I’m more than ready.”
Hermione, with a flick of her wand, dimmed the lights even more. She then leaned in, pressing her lips against Harry's. The kiss deepened, their hands exploring each other’s bodies. Harry’s heart raced, his hands tangling in Hermione’s hair.
Hermione broke the kiss, her voice husky as she said, “Let’s take this slowly, Harry. I want to enjoy every moment of this.”
Harry nodded, his hands gently caressing Hermione’s face. He then said, “You’re in control, Hermione. I trust you.”
Hermione smiled, her eyes filled with appreciation. She then said, “Good. Now, where were we?” And with that, she leaned in, ready to continue what they’ve started. The night was still young, and they were eager to explore the passion that had been building up between them for years.
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