His lips pressed softly, shyly to hers then pulled back, he looked at her with hope, fear, nervousness and all she could think was that had to be the lamest kiss ever. So she laid him back and pressed her lips into his firmly, their lips moving together like a practiced dance even though it was both their first, as if their mistakes were so perfectly in sync that they just fit together. Her tongue prodded his lips and they opened up to her, sucking her tongue into it’s depths. Their tongues fought for dominance until Hermione bit his lip and her groaned, body melting into the bed as she loomed over him. The kiss ended and they grinned at each other, flushed and panting. As Harry wrapped his arm around her waist, and the sound of his even breathing washed over her, she couldn’t help but think that being barmy isn’t so bad.