They stood there in awkward silence until Hermione moved away into her own room. What did one do to prepare to have sex with their best friend whom they considered a brother. Hermione shuddered and frowned. She stood in the mirror and observed herself. She was not a bad-looking witch. Her breasts were a bit lopsided, but she had a lovely dip to her waist. Would it be necessary for Harry to see all that though? The actual act itself didn’t have to be so...intimate, right? 