The next few weeks found Harry and Hermione spending more and more time together. They took their lunches out by The Black Lake for some peace and quiet, had dinner with Remus and Sirius, and with a little help from The Marauders' Map, they spent quite a few hours at night snogging in alcoves and dark corners.
One evening they were taking a walk along the quidditch pitch when, out of no where, it began to rain. The couple ducked under the stands and sat on the dry ground, hoping that the impromptu shower would soon leave.
As the rain got harder and harder, they realized that the brewing storm would not be ending anytime soon. Hermione crawled into Harry's lap and looked up at him. Harry grinned and began kissing his girlfriend.
Things got hotter and heavier until Hermione was laying on her back, clad only in her bra and knickers, on Harry's cloak, and Harry had only his trousers and boxers left to shed.
"I don't have anything with me." Harry said.
"I'm on the muggle birth control pill. It helps keep my skin clear." Hermione assured him.
Needing no further encouragement, Harry slipped out of his pants and boxers, and slipped Hermione's panties off.
Harry positioned himself between her legs and entered her slowly and carefully, knowing from some of his dorm mates that a girl's first time wasn't very pleasant for her.
Hermione gasped as Harry entered her and she felt the sharp sting of the loss of her virginity. A tear formed in each eye, but she quickly batted them away and focused on the boy that she loved and his sweet kisses, trying to distract her from the pain.
The sting between Hermione's legs began to fade into a dull ache, and was slowly being replaced by a warmth that was spreading through her abdomen and pooling between her legs.
As the pain almost completely faded, Hermione wrapped her legs around Harry back, causing him to thrust into her at a deeper angle, filling every inch of her and causing her to arch her back.
Hermione was getting closer and closer to orgasm, and Harry was fighting a losing battle to hold off on his. The beautiful witch under him, combined with her warm, tight channel hugging his member as he thrust in and out of her, was just too much for Harry to withstand and he soon lost control, spilling himself inside her. Harry's last few harder thrusts were just enough to pull Hermione into oblivion with him.
Harry held himself up on his arms long enough to plant kisses on Hermione's face and neck, before collapsing to the side of her and pulling her against his chest. "I love you, Hermione."
Hermione snuggled against her boyfriend and replied, "I love you too."
Harry noticed something. "The rain stopped. Someone will come looking for us before long, and I don't think we want to be found like this."
Hermione agreed and they both hurriedly got dressed. Hermione performed a taming charm on her hair and Harry ran his fingers through his, it wasn't looking much messier than usual, after all. Once they had given each other a once over, checking for anything out of place that would give away what they had spent their afternoon doing, they headed out from under the quidditch stands and out of the pitch.
The green eyed boy noticed that his girlfriend was walking a bit gingerly. "Did I hurt you?" He asked, concerned.
"I don't have much experience in this sort of thing, but honestly I think you're a bit bigger than average," Hermione said blushing. "You were careful and it was wonderful, and I know you were as gentle as possible."
A blush stained Harry's cheeks at Hermione's revelation and he pulled her into a hug. "I'm sorry it had to hurt. I wish I could take it away."
Hermione smiled. "It was inevitable, it usually does hurt the first time. I don't regret anything."
The couple walked hand in hand back to the castle, passing a few of their friends and stopping to say hello here and there.
By the time they were entering the front doors of the castle, they counted themselves lucky because they hadn't run into any Slytherins, or even Ron. It had been an amazing afternoon and both Harry and Hermione were all smiles when they reached Gryffindor Tower and entered the common room.
Their happiness was short lived, however. The common room was packed with bored Gryffindors and Ron took that opportunity to shout out, "Oh look, the love birds are back. What have you two been doing in all this rain?"
"Something similar to what you do with your hand and that picture of Rita Skeeter, I'm sure." Hermione replied tartly.
Harry grinned at his dorm mates who all howled with laughter. He wrapped an arm around Hermione's shoulders and gave her a squeeze as Ron stormed out of the common room and slammed the portrait behind him, causing The Fat Lady to squeal in displeasure.
Together, they plopped down on one of the many overstuffed couches after Ginny and Dean scooted even closer together to make room for the couple.
"You're brilliant, you know that?" Harry asked his girlfriend.
"So I've been told," Hermione said with a grin. "He's just so infuriating, I had to get him back somehow. I hope you don't mind that I sort of told everyone, even though they probably think I was kidding."
"I'm not ashamed of anything we did. I just didn't want anyone to catch us in that position. I don't care who knows. I love you, Hermione Granger." Harry replied, kissing her temple.
"And I love you, Harry Black." She responded, laying her head against his shoulder.
Ginny and Dean appeared to be too wrapped up in each other to notice Harry and Hermione, but as it turned out, they were quite aware of what the other couple was talking about. "They've made love!" Ginny whispered to her boyfriend.
"Harry's always said he wanted to wait until he knew the time was right," Dean told Ginny. "They must be really serious."
"Now I'll just have to keep an even closer eye on my brother. You'll help me won't you?" The red-head asked her dark skinned boyfriend.
"Of course. If anyone deserves happiness it's Harry. We won't let Ron ruin it." Dean agreed.