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Cinderella Lost Her Bra

Hermione didn't think she'd ever slept so well. Usually, she woke with a clutch of anxiety with rushing thoughts of, "What day is it?"

What time is it?

What's on my agenda for today?

Instead, she felt warm and relaxed. She lay there for a moment with her eyes closed, luxuriating in the sensation before her brain helpfully reminded her why her pillow seemed a bit hard.

She was using Harry as her pillow. That's why it was so warm.

Oh, bloody hell.

Her eyes snapped open, and she inhaled sharply when she met sleepy green eyes. Harry winced, and she realized she had grabbed a few of his chest hairs when she had clenched her fist. Hermione unclenched her fist and patted his chest awkwardly in apology.

"Hello." He whispered.

Hermione could feel her face turning red as she stared back at him. "Hi."

"How are you feeling?"

"Quite nice," Hermione replied without thinking and wished she could melt into a puddle when Harry's eyebrows slowly rose as his smile widened.

"Not sore then?"

"Um." She tried to take stock with a wiggle, and Harry rolled her over so she was beneath him. "Uh..."

There was a distinctly sensual tilt to his smile as his hands slid down her body, before grasping her thighs to spread her wider.

Hermione's eyes widened as she felt him hard against her again. Was this normal? "Is this normal for mu—"

"What?" Harry paused, eyeing her curiously.

"I mean—uh—I don't think I've had sex this often before—you know male refractory periods are typically much longer—well maybe some animals have shorter periods— did you know lions can have sex fifty times in one day?" Hermione was quite horrified but unable to stop herself as she began to spew out random facts about both human and animal sexuality.

She had read a book about it. Maybe two. Maybe three. Really, how could you go into something so awkward without a good knowledge base!? Really if someone would just kill her now that would be great a part of her screamed on the inside as she moved on to talking about orgasms.

Harry stared down at Harmony bemusedly while she lectured him on male anatomy, the female anatomy, and the fact that most females couldn't orgasm from penetration alone, and did he also know — "Harmony." Harry said finally when he realized she wasn't going to run out of information any time this month.

"What?" She stopped, looking more than a little flustered and confused–as if she didn't even recognize her own name.

Harry leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose. "I want to make love to you right now. Is that okay?" He pushed with his hips, penetrating her just slightly. "I promise you orgasms."

"Or–" Hermione cleared her strangled throat. "Orgasms?"

Harry continued kissing along her jawline toward her neck as she shivered underneath him, her legs coming up to wrap around him. Yes, he thought with satisfaction and he repeated his promise to her firmly. "Orgasms."

"Oh." Her hands came up to thread through his hair. "Okay."

Hermione could feel the curve of his lips as he kissed along her shoulders, the edge of his teeth occasionally brushing her skin sending lightning through her nerve endings. Harry's hips pushed against her and she felt him coaxing her open gently for his really too-large penis. That was definitely not in any of the books she had read - in fact, statistically speaking–