"You're in love with me."

"You're in love with me. Completely, hopelessly in love," Harry said, feeling incredibly powerful, "You've loved me since you met me, and you can't imagine life without me. Now, you're going to forget about the last fifteen minutes. You've invited me up here to confess your feelings for me."

Hermione stared at Harry, her eyes going out of focus for a second. When she came back to herself, she hurried over to Harry, pulling him into a tight hug.

"Oh Harry, I'm so glad you came." She said, a nervous quiver in her voice. Harry suppressed a smile.

"Of course I came, Hermione, you said it was important." He replied, innocently. He had to watch his words carefully, in case he said anything about himself. He didn't know if he could affect himself yet.

"It is important, it is." Hermione said, pulling away as she began to wring her hands.

"Should we... sit down?" Harry asked, still acting as if he was clueless.

"Uh, yes, that's probably a good idea." Hermione said. She was a bundle of nerves. It was adorable.

Moving to one of the couches in front of the fireplace, Hermione seemed to gain a little bit of confidence with each step. When they sat down, she looked a lot calmer. Harry made sure to sit as close as possible to Hermione without it seeming intentional. Hermione blushed slightly at their closeness.

"You see Harry, there's something I need to tell you, something I've been keeping from you for a while now." Harry put on a concerned face, and his hand drifted to Hermione's knee.

"It's okay Hermione, I think I know what you're going to say."

"You do?" Hermione said, eyes wide.

"Yes, I do. And... I might have felt the same way about you for quite a while." Harry said, carefully. The 'might' seemed to have worked, preventing his sentence from becoming a statement or a command. He did like Hermione a lot, as a friend, and was also 'in lust' with her, but not love.

At his words, Hermione seemed ecstatic. Her hand shot to her mouth, and Harry could see small tears of joy well up in her eyes. Harry took her hands, and pulled her close, slightly roughly. Hermione didn't seem to mind. Reaching up, Harry ran his hand through Hermione's hair until it was at the back of her head, when he pushed gently and made her lips meet his own. Hermione didn't resist, her whole body lighting up in response to Harry's kiss.

Harry's hands roamed across Hermione's body, touching everything in ways he had always wanted to, but never been able to before. He ran his hands up her shirt, gently teasing her breasts. Hermione smiled against his lips, and Harry used that opportunity to move the kiss deeper, letting his tongue move into Hermione's mouth.

Feeling very horny, Harry moved to unbutton Hermione's shirt, when she suddenly pulled away from him. She pushed his hands away slightly.

"Don't you think that might be going a bit too far for our first kiss?" She squeaked. Harry's brow creased. That hadn't been part of the plan. It seemed even though she was in love, that hadn't removed some of Hermione's inhibitions. Oh well, he could fix that.

"Hermione, you don't need to pretend with me. You want to fuck me, right here, right now." Hermione blinked, before smiling at Harry.

"You know me so well, don't you?" She said, moving towards him.

"You have no idea." Harry said, pulling her in again. Quickly, he ripped her shirt open, although her tie remained on. He grabbed her breasts, squeezing them hard. He pushed Hermione down until she was on her back, and he was on top of her. Her skirt and his trousers were quickly removed. Harry hovered slightly. He was about to do something he couldn't take back. Was he really the sort of person who would do this? With a shrug, Harry decided he was, clearly. Hermione grabbed his cock, manoeuvring it until it was right above her pussy. Harry smiled. Seconds ago, Hermione wouldn't even have dreamed of doing something like that. Slowly, he pushed his cock into her. It felt amazing, especially as she squirmed in pleasure around it.

It wasn't long before Harry was pounding her, filling her to the core. Hermione was moaning, a sex haze descending over her mind, clouding it in a way it never had been before. She could barely think, and she loved it. She loved Harry, so much.

It didn't take long for Harry to feel his orgasm coming. He wasn't very experienced at this, but he imagined that he would soon get lots of practice.

"Hermione, I'm about to cum!" He grunted. Hermione, in her haze, wasn't thinking clearly.

"O-oh, fill me, Harry! Fill me with your cum!" She moaned out. Harry couldn't believe that those words had come out of Hermione's mouth, but he happily complied. With one last push, he spilt himself inside Hermione, who screamed as he pushed deeper into her than he ever had before.

Both of them panting, Harry collapsed next to Hermione, and pulled her close to him. She really was his, he thought. He had taken complete control over her, and she had loved every second of it.

Almost as an afterthought, he spoke:

"Hermione, you're not pregnant. You know that." He didn't want her to panic after all.

"Of course not Harry." She said, breathlessly. Her hand was gently stroking his cock, playing with it. Harry couldn't help but grin. With only a few sentences, he had changed Hermione completely and utterly, from his best friend, to the woman who wanted to fuck him senseless.

The only question was, what was he going to do next?