However, she knew the 'Longbottom' girls did exactly that. And that neither had yet slept with Neville.
Once dinner was finished and the bottle of non-alcoholic wine they were drinking was polished off, Hermione moved to stand up and said, "See what you can do to occupy yourself for about fifteen minutes. Then I expect to see you up in the Lord's private rooms."
Without waiting for a response, other than for Harry to stand as she did like the gentleman he always tried to be, she kissed him on the cheek and walked out.
What felt like to Harry about six and a half hours later, but was really the demanded fifteen minutes exactly, Harry nervously walked into the master bedroom.
He'd opened the door and taken one step within before he froze on the spot.
Hermione was lying on the king-sized bed, with the comforter pulled down and folded at the foot of it. She was also wearing a very sheer translucent baby blue nightgown. It hid nothing.
"Come in, Harry, and shut the door," she softly said. "I've been waiting for you... and for this... for what has felt like a very long time."
He kicked the door shut.
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Quite some time later they were lying on the bed, with Harry flat on his back in the middle and with Hermione laying on her side, against him. She had her head on his chest and one leg curled up and resting on his thighs. And was using one hand to play with the small patch of chest hair upon his breastbone.
They were both naked and covered in a very light sheen of drying sweat. The comforter had not yet been pulled up.
"Wow!" he softly said in a voice filled with amazement. "Just... wow!"
Hermione giggled. "If I was to say this was the practical exam for a class, Lord Potter; I'd say you earned an 'O plus'."
They both laid there for a little while longer before Harry said, "If you wouldn't mind, Professor Granger; I'd like to try for bonus points."
She lifted her head and looked him in the eyes with a happy grin. "Really?"
He smirked back and rolled her off him onto her own back as he rolled onto his side to face her. "Really," he firmly said, moving in to kiss her again.
What noise they were making went unheard, as Betsy and Dobby had erected silencing charms within ten minutes of Harry entering the suite.
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Later still, Hermione was laying on her tummy on the bed while Harry laid on his side facing her. He was on the other side of her, this time.
She said, "Now that you've been so kind as to give me your virginity―"
"And me, yours," he was quick to add.
She continued, "... you need to give consideration to meeting Fleur's needs."
He sighed and said, "I don't know, Love. It still feels as if this is not something she'd willingly want. Therefore, it gives me the sense I would be, in effect, raping her."
Hermione rolled to her side before sitting up and sitting with one leg out flat and the other cocked beneath her. Harry watched her move. Actually, he watched her breasts move.
The time to do so gave her time to think.
"Look at me, Harry," she firmly said.
He finally lifted his eyes to look at her face, but to do so he had to roll onto his back.
"Let's say... in the muggle world you were suffering from an inflamed appendix. It was in imminent danger of bursting. If it burst, you'd soon die."
He thought about it and nodded.
"So," she said. "You'd be rushed into hospital and very quickly rushed into surgery. They would have to cut you open and excise that appendix.
"Now, this is not something you would willingly do, or even want, given the choice. So, would the surgeons, considering you were cut open and a part of you was removed, have committed grievous assault upon you?"
"No," he frowned. "It would have been necessary to save my life."
"Exactly," she firmly said. "For Fleur, this is somewhat like that. However, magic is also making it so that this is something she also wants and not just needs.
"As a surgeon, would you have refused to operate to remove that appendix if you knew it was something that patient did not want, even though they needed it?"
He thought about it for a long moment before he sighed and quietly said, "No."
"Would you, if you were the patient, hold him to blame for it?"
"No," he quietly replied again.
"Then you need to think that Fleur currently has an inflamed... magic... and you are the only surgeon, wizard, who can save her life."
He again sighed and said, "I understand."
"Good," she said, before then moving and throwing her leg over his waist.
As she moved to sit on his hips, she grinned down at him and said, "Now, I need Doctor Potter's scalpel to do some surgery of it's own, right now. Think you're up to it?"
He grinned back, grabbed her gently by her breasts and replied, "With enough incentive, I might be."
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